92 Chapter 92

◎He still remembers me, he still loves me◎

Chapter 92 [He still remembers me, he still loves me]

When both sides focus on Hiroki Sawada, they will find that what he encountered was not a big deal.

In the original novel, Hiroki Sawada overly trusted his adoptive father, Thomas Schindler, so he revealed the results of his DNA tracing system. Fearing he would publicly disclose his ancestral identity, his adoptive father treated him harshly, until Hiroki Sawada, unable to bear the pressure, committed suicide.

This process lasts for a year and there are many points that can be intervened.

For example, what the Agatsuma family is doing is to ensure that Hiroki Sawada maintains a good relationship with the Agatsuma family even when he is entrusted to Thomas Schindler, and to save him when he "should" commit suicide.

It can also be like the plan of "that group of people". Just let Hiroki Sawada develop a DNA tracking system, Noah's Ark and cocoon, and then hand over the cocoon to Schindler Company, inducing Thomas Schindler to have murderous intentions towards Kashimura Tadaki, which can trigger the entire destiny line.

According to their plan, it didn't matter whether Hiroki Sawada committed suicide or not.

The attendees from my wife's family immediately became excited and started discussing:

"In that case, we can protect Sawada Hiroki now."

"It's great that Hiroki-chan doesn't have to commit suicide."

"I've always thought it would be too dangerous to rescue someone from a building. It would be better if they were safe."

"But then, Noah's Ark wouldn't have thought of restarting Japan, right?"

In order to save people and ensure the development of the destiny line, we must ensure that the real "prisoner" Noah's Ark has a reason to act.

"Noah's Ark has that motivation because it has absorbed too much negative information from the ocean of online data over the past three years. What happened to Hiroki Sawada has only made it more extreme."

Masami quickly thought of himself and whispered, "This time, we can still let it learn on its own. Whether or not we can achieve that goal is in our hands."

The two sides agreed on a new course of action and immediately informed the US operatives.

When Zhu Fujingguang received the latest news, he was being dragged to a bar for a drink.

He was a sniper, and drinking would affect his hand's steadiness, so he spent the entire evening "drinking" with a low-alcohol drink. The bar was filled with dancing figures, the lights hazy, a magical illusion.

Members of the so-called "fraternity" were dancing on the dance floor, and the whole bar was filled with a bad smell.

Zhu Fujingguang felt the vibration of his phone and glanced at the message calmly.

From Takahata Kyouko: Plans have changed. Take Sawada and his mother out of their current residence, and evacuate everyone.

He gave the most genuine smile he had in a while and put his phone away.

Zhu Fu Jingguang pushed away another person who came up to him, who was either drunk or seduced by beauty, put on his bass bag and stood up.

"What's wrong? Are you leaving now? Nothing will happen to you when you go back, right?" The younger brother, whose name was unknown, was so drunk that he couldn't speak clearly, but he actually remembered to ask about the whereabouts of his "partner".

Zhu Fujingguang looked down at him, but just agreed with him and said, "Well, I have to go."

Ten minutes later, the FBI cordoned off the bar and took everyone caught using contraband, illegally carrying guns, or committing other illegal acts to the police station.

As for that elusive street performer?

No one ever saw him again.

Hiroki Sawada saw his familiar companions again: his uncle, aunt, brother, and sister who had taken care of him in Japan. Tears welled up in his eyes, but he stubbornly refused to cry.

He still has the heart of a child, which is very different from the depressed look in the original work where he has lost hope in everything.

His voice sounded a little tearful: "Isn't it said that it should be similar to fate and yet the opposite..."

That was what everyone said when his parents divorced and Hiroki Sawada asked for help from the elders in his family who had a good relationship with him.

He was an obedient and sensible child who easily accepted the adults' explanations and was willing to cooperate with the plan to endure a predictable and unpleasant year.

He even understood that if the plan failed, he would face death.

Takahata Kyouko patted his head and said, "We've found a way that might not require your sacrifice."

After saying that, she looked at Ms. Sawada lying on the hospital bed.

Someone had already communicated with the sick woman. She looked at her son with a smile and pleaded with Takahata Kyoko, "I'm already very grateful that you helped me discover the disease in advance. I didn't expect that even Hiroki would have to trouble you now... Please, make sure he gets well."

"He's a genius and will definitely be able to help you. If I..., please treat him well."

Takahata Kyoko sighed softly, "Don't worry, Ms. Sawada. We would have done this even without your request."

Even so, she understood that it was natural for a mother to worry about her son, and in a situation where she herself was in danger, this worry was even more intense.

"We have contacted a better doctor. Ms. Sawada, please get ready as soon as possible. The transfer vehicle will be here in half an hour."

"Once your son is cured, please come and see for yourself whether we have taken good care of him."

They had to move the people away before the gangsters who were invited to the police station for tea and Schindler's company reacted, leaving only Thomas Schindler to keep in touch with "Hiroki Sawada" online.

=

In the luxurious high-rise office building, the top-floor office belongs to Thomas Schindler alone.

He angrily swept the expensive decorations and documents on the table to the ground and flew into a rage.

"You can't even do this little thing!"

"So many people can't take care of a child and a woman?"

He pointed his finger at the secretary's nose and asked angrily, "I approved so much funding for you, and you can't even win over a seriously ill person and a child with no income?"

"You can't find the best doctor for her, and use medicine that can keep her alive but can't cure her illness? You can't buy snacks, toys, and everything his parents don't let him have for a child, can't you?"

"I asked you to spend money to entrust the all-powerful Brotherhood, and you still made such a huge mistake?"

"If you can't even do this little thing, what use is there for me?"

Fortunately, the paperweight on the table was snatched up by a bony hand and thrown at the secretary. However, the lazy old man failed to use this "hidden weapon" effectively. The paperweight was thrown less than half a meter before landing heavily on the thick carpeted floor.

The secretary wiped the sweat off his face and said in a trembling voice, "Boss, what we did is not useless."

"Oh?" Thomas Schindler glanced at his secretary with a sinister and creepy look. "You'd better say something useful, otherwise..."

The unfinished business prompted the secretary to quickly pull out her phone and stammer, "Just now, Hiroki Sawada sent you a thank-you email."

When Hiroki Sawada first came to the United States and showed his amazing talent in programming, Thomas Schindler had already communicated with Ms. Sawada, trying to get her to let him go and let Schindler Company train this genius instead.

Perhaps it was this action that gave Hiroki Sawada a good impression of the people related to Schindler's company.

These flattering actions were all carried out by Thomas Schindler's trusted secretary. From his perspective, it was precisely because he had not shown any ambition for Schindler's company that Sawada Hiroki sent an email to "Thomas Schindler" at this time.

Fortunately, his life was saved because he was convicted of losing the trace of Sawada mother and son.

"Keep in touch with him. Find him, call him out, catch him, whatever method you use. This time, I absolutely cannot let Hiroki Sawada escape from my sight again!"

The vicious words coming out of the mouth of this well-dressed business elite made the gangsters and trusted secretaries present tremble with fear and remain silent.

They even became cautious with their breathing, fearing that the noise would be too loud and attract a scolding from their boss.

At that moment, a new email notification sounded, startling the secretary so much that he nearly dropped his phone, throwing it eight hundred meters away. Finally realizing it was ringing and regaining control, he tried to put the phone away under his boss's glare, but a glance revealed something new.

"Boss, it's another email from Hiroki Sawada."

"read!"

The email was simple, beginning with an expression of gratitude to Schindler & Co., followed by, "Thanks to your company, I've used my scholarship and financial aid to develop a new software. It's relatively simple in functionality, but quite fun, so I'm sending it to you for a trial."

The email came with a compressed file attached.

Anyone who had worked for a few days wouldn't casually open a compressed file in an unfamiliar email. But this email was from a nine-year-old child, and they knew him well, so the secretary downloaded the compressed file and unzipped it without warning.

I got a pure software.

They felt more at ease about Hiroki Sawada. It seemed that even though the boy was forced to move, he still had enough good feelings towards them.

The secretary was almost in tears, "Boss, he still remembers us——"

This is important evidence to clear his name.

Thomas Schindler didn't care what his employees thought. Seeing that the software was safe, he installed the newly developed, still hot software on his computer and double-clicked it to open it.

He wanted to see what good things this software genius had developed for him.

If it's truly useful, and the kids don't understand copyright protection, Schindler & Co. will certainly accept it. If it's useless... well, just do as the email says and give it a try.

Once there is a product, there will naturally be a second and a third.

Once Hiroki Sawada becomes a successful person, Schindler Company can use its close relationship with him to recruit him to the company.

Just like that, Thomas Schindler, whose heart was filled with "ambitions"①, saw the exe② running window with the title "DNA Tracking" clearly displayed on his computer screen.

It is impossible for the CEO of an IT company to not understand IT at all. He frowned and repeated the name several times in his mind.

"Could this software trace everyone's lineage?"

Due to wars, disasters, or simply a lack of record-keeping, many families have lost their genealogical records. Over time, their lineages naturally become untraceable.

Unfortunately, early American society was very particular about ancestry. Perhaps the lower and middle classes valued individual ability more, while the upper classes, due to historical issues, still had a lingering desire for aristocratic ancestry—and, conversely, a disdain for inferior ancestry.

【Author’s words】

① An outrageous desire that is inappropriate for one's status. In Japanese, this term has a similar meaning to "ambition," but emphasizes broader goals.

②EXE File’s full English name is executable file, which has the extension “.exe”.