Chapter 125 Chapter 125 Nest Mother is a Strategic Resource

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The door creaked open and light shone in through the gap.

A tall black figure walked into the room, carrying a bottle of wine and a glass. The long hem of his military uniform drew a smooth arc in the air.

The room was dark. Mo Shiyu was standing by the window, one hand touching the French window, looking into the distance at the top of the mountain shrouded by dark trees. His hand, pressed against the glass, was wrapped in a white bandage.

The slender trunks of the trees growing on the top of the mountain are baring their fangs and claws, breaking through the sky. When viewed from close up, you can only see the rich black color, but from a distance, you can see that the tree is faintly revealed with beautiful blood-red veins.

The Nest Mother is the originator of pollution. She can not only purify pollution but also create pollution.

This is the seed of the nest in his mind and the extension of his soul.

When Fumian put the wine and glasses on the table, the light outside the window just came on, and the shadows of the tree trunks shone into the room, and on Mo Shiyu's damp gray hair, the whole room was dyed with the swirling shadows of the trees.

Mo Shiyu turned his head, revealing a pair of dark smoky grey eyes, "Cover the face."

He pointed out the window and whispered, "Look, does that look like us?"

"..." The taciturn clone walked behind him and half-knelt down, smoothing his wet hair with his bony fingers as if he was taking care of a work of art.

The covered surface of the body was emitting a dark and dull luster as if it absorbed light, like a shadow that had separated from the main body.

"The main body... is more delicate, like a tree painted with a brush." ​​His voice was slightly lower than Mo Shiyu's natural voice, with a low and cold feeling unique to leather and monsters.

He opened the bottle, poured a glass of wine, and placed the glass to Mo Shiyu's lips.

Mo Shiyu looked at him for a while, then smiled silently. He tilted his head back, and the spicy wine flowed in.

Fumian really likes the way Mo Shiyu lies on his back in his arms, as if he depends on him for everything. However, this man has a high sense of morality, so although he has a habit of being a yandere, it is not proportional to his dangerousness.

The monster took Mo Shiyu's hand, bent down and covered the wound like a kiss, whispering devoutly, "It's a nest."

Mo Shiyu suppressed some sounds from his throat.

Ever since he really became a nest mother, he can no longer get drunk.

"Xiao Mo said he wants to play a game with me." Mo Shiyu tilted his head, revealing a drunken smile with narrowed eyes. "Among the three of you, he's the only one who doesn't have any connection with me, at least on the surface."

"The remaining pollution, the Mare Ring—how will we resolve it? Let's wait and see."

“The countdown has begun.”

Fumian thought for a moment, then bent closer.

****

In the early morning, working people in Tokyo are walking on the busy streets with coffee in hand, just like usual.

The screen above my head was broadcasting the news.

"Last night at 7:00 PM, a violent attack occurred at the signing site for the Pacific Ocean pollution research agreement, originally scheduled for a summit in Tokyo's Aoki Islands. The entire summit was overrun by black trees of an unknown species. It appears to be an organized terrorist attack. Reportedly, the incident resulted in 20 deaths and over 30 injuries. The exact losses are still being tallied. The signing of the research agreement is expected to be suspended..."

A tall figure in a gray suit leaned against the railing on the street, staring silently at the screen, watching a smoky gray silhouette flash by in those extremely fast frames on the shaking screen.

He closed his eyes, his thick black hair tied behind his back swaying gently in the wind. He threw the coffee cup in his hand into the trash can, turned around and walked into the high-rise building.

The coffee hit the bottom with a monotonous "empty" sound.

It wasn't even office hours yet, but the high-rise building was already bustling with activity. A handsome, dark-skinned young police officer, carrying a mountain of materials, passed by him, leaned forward slightly, and said with a smile, "Good morning, Inspector Hagiwara!"

Hagiwara Kenji held the elevator door for him and smiled gently as he tilted his head. "Good morning."

After thanking him, Takagi Shigeru walked into the elevator. Several young police officers were already standing in the elevator, discussing what happened last night. "Everyone got the call after 7 o'clock last night, right? Police and firefighters all over Tokyo were working overtime. I really didn't expect something so horrible to happen."

They saw Hagiwara Kenji and greeted him, "Good morning, Inspector Hagiwara!"

Kenji Hagiwara leaned against the side of the elevator and pressed the floor button. "Good morning, everyone."

He was a very approachable boss who could easily get along with everyone. In addition, he was young, so almost everyone liked him. So even when he entered the elevator, no one was nervous and continued with the heated discussion.

"It's really strange. They said the murderer suddenly attacked the venue at 7 o'clock, but they said that an hour ago, the hilltop was already surrounded by military personnel."

"The military probably knew in advance that someone was planning to attack the venue, but they didn't expect everyone to be so prepared and still be caught off guard."

Another person yawned. "I was dragged up the mountain to do hard labor last night. That tree—it's even more bizarre up close. Who could create something so distorted and terrifying?"

No one noticed that the young man with long black hair next to him tightened his hands on the elevator wall slightly.

"It would be great if there were fewer terrorists like this in the world." A young police officer looked at Hagiwara Kenji and said, "Don't you agree, Inspector Hagiwara?"

The usually friendly and talkative police officer did not speak this time. The young police officer was stunned for a moment and looked over there.

From his angle, he could only see the messy black hair draped over the pale side of his face.

He seemed to be thinking about something, so his eyes were a little blank.

At this moment, the elevator door opened and a loud and joyful child's voice rang out, interrupting the police officers' conversation.

Several children were clinging to the glass outside the cafeteria outside the elevator. "Wow, the Metropolitan Police Department's breakfast cafeteria has eel rice!"

The boy next to him, who had some cute freckles on his face, quickly put his finger to his mouth and said, "Genta-kun, please keep your voice down!"

In an instant, everyone watched as Takagi Wataru's expression immediately changed from numb to that of a worker. He didn't care about anything else and hurried out, "You guys—why are you here?"

When the children saw Takagi Wataru, they immediately surrounded him happily, saying to him, "We were at the venue yesterday!"

"So today I'm here to take notes."

Takagi Wataru opened his eyes wide and looked the children up and down, "Are you all okay? Are you not hurt?"

Ayumi said crisply, "It's okay. It was a little scary yesterday, but because we were standing far away, the trees hadn't grown up to us yet, so we found a way out!"

After hearing her words, and seeing that there was indeed no trace of fear on the children's faces, Takagi Shigeru finally let out a long sigh of relief.

"It's too dangerous."

He carried a bunch of materials and led the children to the cafeteria. "I'll buy you breakfast. Just sit here and don't move."

The children responded obediently, and Yuan Tai raised his hand excitedly, "Officer Takagi, I want eel rice!"

"Okay, okay."

Takagi Shigeru put the materials on the table and happily went to the cafeteria window to queue up to swipe his meal card.

Just then, a person sat down silently next to the children.

Kenji Hagiwara tilted his head, looked at one of the boys who hadn't spoken, and asked softly.

"Conan, did you see anything last night?"

The boy wearing his cap backwards raised his eyes slightly, his glasses reflecting the light, his eyes slightly cold, "No."

"I didn't see anything."

Hagiwara Kenji heard some hidden meaning in this sentence. He stared at Conan for a moment, and the latter looked up at him, "Inspector Hagiwara, this terrorist attack is most likely a one-man operation."

"Besides that, the murderer deliberately guided the tree trunk to drive us out of the venue." Conan whispered, "None of the dead were ordinary people. Not even the injured."

Hagiwara Kenji tightened his hands on the table.

The handsome police officer with half-long black hair stood up and bent over to look at Conan. The light reflected in his dark purple eyes. "Don't investigate this matter anymore. It's very dangerous, Conan."

Conan looked at him without answering.

****

After getting the answer from the little detective, Kenji Hagiwara turned and walked out. He went up the stairs to the top floor and walked into a not-so-large conference room.

There are already many people sitting inside.

Kenji Hagiwara pulled out a chair and sat down.

"Hagiwara, you're late." A white-haired old man looked at him with a smile. "You're a young man with a promising future. We've made an exception to allow you to attend this meeting. You must seize the opportunity."

"You are right." The handsome police officer, whose hair has grown longer in the past two years, bowed his head humbly.

The screen flashed with a bright light, and everything that happened last night was projected onto it. The scene of the gray-haired figure breaking the wine glass, cutting his palm, and the blood mixed with seeds falling to the ground was played repeatedly.

"He can kill people from a thousand meters away without being noticed, and he has such a strange seed hidden in his body... His abilities are no longer limited to those of a superpower. He himself is a strategic resource."

The middle-aged man in a high position leaned on the table and looked at everyone present with a serious expression.

"Strategic resources..." Hagiwara Kenji repeated the word between his lips and tongue.

"Inspector Hagiwara, do you have any opinions to share?" The middle-aged man looked at him sharply.

Kenji Hagiwara raised his eyes and looked at him, his affectionate and gentle peach blossom eyes were now gloomy.

He laughed slowly. "It was just the first time I heard this statement. I really benefited from it, so I repeated it subconsciously. That's all."

"You're still young and haven't seen enough." The middle-aged man saw through his thoughts and sneered, "With the Nest Mother's physique, no one treats her as a human being anymore. Maybe he himself is the same."

He stopped looking at Hagiwara Kenji and continued, "Nest Mother has a special fondness for our country. Since coming to this world, he has spent almost all of his time in our country. Even now, he is most likely still hiding in a corner of our country. Therefore, we have a natural geographical advantage over other countries."

"In the coming years, capturing the Nest Mother will become a national goal. Any sightings or reports of her must be reported to superiors as a Level 1 directive."

"Does everyone understand?"

Several people present stood up and saluted solemnly, "Yes!"

Kenji Hagiwara walked out of the meeting room with his eyes downcast. Before he turned on his cell phone, he heard a chaotic noise downstairs.

Before one wave subsides, another wave arises.

****

"Don't move!"

A middle-aged man stumbled into the Metropolitan Police Department lobby from outside, grabbed a policeman with a sinister look on his face, and shouted, "Don't move, I have a bomb strapped to my body--"

The whole audience was in an uproar. The policeman who was held back looked at the middle-aged man covered in explosives, his lips trembling so much that he could hardly speak.

Conan, who was about to take a statement, saw this scene downstairs. He made a quick decision, immediately got up from his chair, turned around and ran to the first floor.

"I suddenly need to go to the bathroom, you guys go first!"

…

First floor lobby.

The middle-aged man half-knelt on the ground, reverently holding up a dark, blood-red branch, muttering, "Nest Mother, Tree Mother, Great Mother—"

"Last night's agreement was an abomination that offended Mother! Mother has finally taken action, finally pointing the way forward for believers like me. I will follow Mother, carry out Her will, and eliminate all those who violate Her will!"

He held up a remote control and pointed at the terrified ordinary policemen around him with a crazy look, "Anyone who gets in his way should die--"

"That tree trunk..." Conan ran down and looked at the thing in the middle-aged man's hand with a grim expression, thinking, "It's the same one on the top of the mountain last night."

"They are simply followers of a cult."

Kenji Hagiwara just walked down the stairs when he heard the man's words.

Nest Mother, Nest Mother... Nest Mother again.

It seems that these two words are the only ones left when talking about him.

Kenji Hagiwara quickly pressed the button on his phone, typed a few words and sent them, then pulled out his pistol and replaced it with special bullets.

"Conan." He tilted his head and showed his first frivolous and handsome smile this morning. "Would you like to cooperate?"