A black Mercedes-Benz S500 2000 model was parked at the entrance of an alley ten meters away from the corner coffee shop. White, who was sitting in the driver's seat, had just bought a hamburger and a Coke nearby. He had never expected that his husband had purchased another expensive luxury car.

However, a four-door sedan is indeed more cost-effective than a two-door sports car. It can accommodate more passengers and more things. It is indeed necessary to have one to facilitate travel for multiple people.

However, just as he was sipping his Coke and happily chewing on his second burger, the back seat of the car was pulled open.

White swallowed the burger with difficulty. Before he could speak, he noticed that Claire looked a little off. Could it be that something had gone wrong during the mission? Or that he hadn't gotten the intelligence he wanted?

"Mr. Clare, it's out..."

"White, let me see the file bag with Miyano Shiho's information."

"Oh well."

White was still a little puzzled. Claire had previously taught him to memorize the information he'd read, so why was he suddenly revisiting it? Even though he felt the situation wasn't that simple, he still passed the document bag on the passenger seat back, feeling relieved. Fortunately, he hadn't disposed of it.

Fujiwara Yu took the file bag and opened it carefully, skipping over the document stacked on top. When he saw the ID photo attached to the document, it was obviously the student photo obtained by the CIA after investigation. The words "Nanyang University" were printed in the lower right corner of the photo.

Akemi Miyano, female, 22 years old, a grassroots member of the organization, and a senior student majoring in economics at Nanyang University.

Miyano Akemi. Saito Masami. It turns out the name she told herself from the beginning was a pseudonym.

But I was stupid enough to tell her my real name.

After a long silence, his gaze fell on the name column. Fujiwara Yu reached out and tore off the student photo and stuffed it into his wallet. Seeing that White hadn't started the car yet, he frowned and said,

"Why don't you drive?"

"Sir, you didn't tell me what we should do now..."

"Raven Biological Products Co., Ltd., use the car's GPS to navigate directly. You can pass by but you cannot stay there."

"Yes, sir."

White naturally understood what Fujiwara Yu meant. It seemed that this follow-up investigation had yielded very good results. But if there were results, why did Claire still look so unhappy?

I really couldn't figure it out, but I didn't dare ask. I remembered that social guides said to talk less when someone is in a bad mood, because the more you talk, the more likely you are to make mistakes. So White decided to curb his curiosity and quietly be a good driver.

After Fujiwara Yu put the documents in his hand back into the file bag, he seemed to remember something. He took out a dark blue amulet with a pattern embroidered with red needle and thread from the pocket where the handkerchief should have been placed.

This is something he always carries with him, and it can be considered his amulet.

It was a gift from her.

"There are so many grassroots personnel in this huge organization. I'm not interested in goals that don't have value."

Thinking of what he said a few days ago, a hint of regret flashed in his eyes. He looked out the window. The sun was shining brightly, but he had no intention of enjoying the scenery.

It’s like looking through the window at the scenery when I left four years ago.

——"I don't know him."

How could I have the nerve to let her remember me when I said such terrible words and left without saying goodbye?

Fujiwara Yu put the amulet back in its place with a calm face. He folded his arms over his chest and closed his eyes to rest. Now was not the time to think about these emotional issues. What's more, she was a member of the organization, so it was necessary to investigate her identity clearly.

He is no longer the carefree police academy student.

——

We only meet once a month, and each meeting only allows one hour of free conversation.

In the past, when Akemi Miyano met with her sister Shiho Miyano, they would talk about interesting things happening around them, trying their best to let Shiho know about life outside the organization, and hoped that one day in the future she and she would be able to leave the organization.

But this meeting was different, or rather, after meeting him, I felt a little absent-minded.

The man in a black suit and sunglasses coughed as he passed by, reminding her that the meeting time was over and she should leave her sister's side.

"Shiho, I have to go. You have to take good care of yourself in the organization, understand?" Even though Miyano Akemi was reluctant to leave her young sister, she had no way to resist the organization. She was too insignificant and was not even taken seriously.

This was not the first time that Miyano Shiho heard her sister say this to her, but she always kept these words in her heart. She worked so hard to further her studies in the United States just to return home as soon as possible to see her sister.

She raised the corner of her mouth and showed a faint smile. Even though she could see that her sister was a little strange today, she still didn't ask:

"I understand. Sister, you should eat well too. See you next month."

Miyano Akemi sat in her seat and watched Shiho leave, then stood up and prepared to leave. Before leaving, she glanced obscurely to the side behind her, only to find that the seat was empty, with only a cup of untouched iced lemon tea left, the ice inside had melted.

Her gaze fell on the back door of the coffee shop on the corner. It seemed he must have left that way. Did he not want her to see him when he left? It was exactly the same as four years ago. She didn't know whether he didn't want to see her again or was afraid to say goodbye.

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