Chapter 46 REBIRTH: 23D
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Being stared at by his boss with an indescribable look, Yushan Chaodeng straightened his back a little and showed a righteous attitude.
In the past, he would never have dared to appear in front of Mr. Fūya so openly after he had refused.
No matter how worried he was, he would just follow behind and make sure the other party was okay before leaving - the first tracking mission was Lei, and Yushan Chaodeng had already mastered this skill to perfection.
Moreover, he was able to track members of the organization even though he had just graduated. It seems that Mr. Furutani had already confirmed that Shuichi Akai was an undercover agent of the organization at that time.
Yu Shan Chao Deng is now much bolder. Not only does he keep up, he also waits for his boss to come at the necessary place, and then the two of them go together.
Now that he's here, what else can Mr. Fūya do to him?
"Be obedient." As expected, Furuya Ling did not treat him harshly like before. Instead, he changed to a slightly helpless negotiating tone, "Go out and wait for me."
Miyama looked up at Deng, and his boss' shadow was reflected in his golden eyes that even Gin had praised for being beautiful. He pursed his lips and said, "Your behavior is really excessive."
He said in an accusing tone.
"You want me to accompany you when you need me, and just leave me aside when you don't." He lowered his eyes, his light eyelashes covering half of his pupils, and his voice became low, "I won't listen. If you must make me leave, just give the order."
That being said, he would not leave anyway.
He was doing it for the mission, but not to complete it. He could endure the punishment of mission failure, but he could not bear the consequences of mission failure.
The system's task description was even specific enough to say 'one person cannot do it, you must go with others', so he must go along.
As if he knew that his tone was a bit harsh, Yushan softened his voice and whispered, "Mr. Fūya?"
Being summoned back to his senses by the other party's voice, Fūya Rei looked at the adjutant standing in front of him and felt a sense of powerlessness in his heart.
This mission was not as easy as he said. Yushan Chaodeng insisted on following him and he also noticed this.
Could he blame his adjutant for being too perceptive? This was the observation skill he had personally taught him. If the object was not himself, he should have praised the other party for doing a good job.
Giving orders directly as the other party said is also a method, but Furiya Rei is very clear about Miyama Asato's character. This guy is a very stubborn person. It is more likely that his adjutant followed him quietly after he left.
There is no reason to refuse.
"...I understand." Furuya Rei sighed and said, "Just follow me."
The mission's tolerance rate has been reduced, but the overall success rate has been improved. Yushan Chaodeng is even more careful than him and is a very good partner in action.
"Yes!" Yushan Chaodeng agreed very quickly. He smiled at his boss just right, "I will do my best."
Furukaya Rei, who was half-forced to bring his adjutant with him, was swept away by this smile. He suspected that Miyama Asato did it on purpose, using such a smile to comfort him when he was about to get angry, but he knew very well that his adjutant had no such intention.
But the more Fūya Rei looked at that face, the more he felt a fire burning in his heart, making him want to do something physical.
He reached out and pinched
He touched Yushan Chaodeng's cheek, and one side of her pretty face was squeezed up. Yushan Chaodeng did not hide, but looked at him with a questioning expression.
Fūya Rei couldn't help but use a little more force on his hands and cursed in a low voice: "You bastard."
Miyama Chaodeng didn't feel any pain at all. He just felt very close to this action. He curled his eyes at his boss and agreed: "Yeah."
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Jinpei Matsuda turned his back and yawned.
There were other staff members of the museum in the room, thirteen in his room, and one in the next room where Kenji Hagiwara was being questioned individually. They had tried their best to delay time.
Since the time they were in the police academy, the five people in their Onizuka class have always had the best relationship. They have experienced many interesting things together. Even though their time in the police academy was only a short six months, it felt like they had known each other for a lifetime.
After graduation, two of their classmates, Furuya Rei and Morobushi Kagemitsu, suddenly disappeared. Even when they went back to visit their instructors, they no longer mentioned the names "Furuya" and "Morobushi", as if these two people did not exist in their class.
Needless to say, Jinpei Matsuda also realized that these two people might have been sent to do some dangerous mission.
There were not many opportunities to meet each other, and the one that impressed Jinpei Matsuda the most was the one three years ago.
Over the past seven years, they have all become more mature, but what has not changed is the trust in each other.
Matsuda Jinpei tightened his nerves and turned around again, wearing sunglasses and looking very imposing. Many people had said that he was more like a gangster boss than a policeman, and his eyes were very oppressive when he glanced at him.
They had to delay time until Yushan Chaodeng sent him a letter saying that they could stop. The two men sneaked into the museum, looking for something important.
If the two people still haven't come out after questioning them one by one, we will have to think of other ways to get them to leave the museum.
While Matsuda Jinpei was thinking about the next reason, Hagiwara Kenji had already talked to three of them, and there were ten people left. Matsuda Jinpei's eyes swept across the faces of these ten people one by one, but suddenly found that one of them lowered his head very deliberately when he looked at him.
His intuition as a policeman came into play, and he stared at him. The man looked like a student looking around while cheating on an exam. As an "invigilator" standing on a high place, he felt that there was something wrong with that man.
"Hello." Matsuda Jinpei flipped through the information in his hand and called the man's name, "Sugi Kazuo."
The staff member who was called by him trembled all over, and Matsuda Jinpei remembered that this person was the man who had been sitting in the office to get documents for them for inspection.
The man stood up tremblingly, hunched over, with his badge hanging at almost 90 degrees. He gave a forced, ingratiating smile, "Yes, officer."
"Why are you so nervous?" Jinpei Matsuda took off his sunglasses and stuffed them into his chest pocket. He looked over and his sharp eyes like a wolf made the man tremble even more.
"I, I, I... I'm... I get nervous..." Sugiki Kazuo stuttered even more, his forehead covered with sweat. This man was clearly nearly 1.9 meters tall, but now he looked almost hunched over at 1.6 meters.
"Um, Mr. Police Officer." The man who came in with the Yushan Chaodeng
The security guard seemed a little reluctant and took the initiative to say, "Sugum is very easily stressed, so he was assigned to an office where he doesn't need to communicate with others."
It seems that Sugimu is quite popular, and his colleagues around him started to explain for him. Kazuo Sugimu even took out a handkerchief from his pocket and started wiping his eyes.
Matsuda Jinpei still felt that this man was suspicious and strange, but since everyone else was explaining for him, Matsuda Jinpei temporarily let down his guard: "So that's how it is."
He pretended to believe the other party, took out his mobile phone, and sent a message to his little friend in the next room.
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This is a small private museum. It is called a museum, but in fact it is the villa where the owner lived during his lifetime.
It is said that the lady had been married seven times and inherited a large sum of money from her dead husband. In her later years, she settled in Japan and lived a peaceful life.
Her biography states that she had never given birth and only adopted a child after coming to Japan, but there is no news about that child now. The museum is also run by professional managers.
The lady used her inheritance to create a foundation, which regularly allocated funds to maintain the museum's expenses, but she did not open it to the public, but instead relied on regular free draws on the Internet. In earlier years, tickets would be given to magazines, or broadcast random draws.
But almost no one on the Internet has heard of anyone winning a ticket, and even an online search for the term only returns two pages. The museum is entirely supported by the property she left behind, and it is clear how many gold coins the lady had in her pocket.
But for such a low-key museum, there are still more than a dozen staff members supervising maintenance during the closing time after six o'clock, which looks very suspicious.
Fūya Rei was checking the furnishings in the room, while Miyama Asato was holding a flashlight in his mouth and feeling along the wall.
This was the last room they checked, and if they didn't find it, they would have to try their luck upstairs.
It took nearly forty minutes to check the entire basement, plus the upstairs, it would be difficult for them to finish it today, and Matsuda-senpai and the others couldn't delay that long.
The flashlight was still too dim, especially since he was too close to the wall and couldn't illuminate more areas. Yu Shan Chao Deng used props to open the system panel, adjusted the position to the back, and increased the brightness.
He then had a fully automatic lighting system, even though he was the only one who could see it.
"Found it." Miyama Chaodeng said in a somewhat vague voice, and Furukaya Rei immediately put down what he was holding and walked over.
He reached out and took the small flashlight from Yu Shan Chao Deng's mouth and shone it on the wall. Yu Shan Chao Deng's right hand touched a bulge that was difficult to see with the naked eye and tried to press it down.
The sound of machinery turning was heard from a distance. Miyama Chaodeng and Furugaya Ling rushed towards the sound. In the next room, the empty and somewhat strange wall that they had just checked was pushed open from the edge, revealing a wooden door.
"Mr. Fang Gu..."
Furiya Rei took a paper clip from the edge of his shirt. He always had such small props with him. He bent down and reached into the door lock and fiddled with it a few times. The door opened with a click.
Miyama Chaodeng thought about how it took him more than twenty minutes to open the door last time under Gin's gaze, and felt a little sad.
The two don't need any
Through eye contact and verbal communication, Miyama Asato has been learning from Furiya Rei since he entered this industry, and their tacit understanding and rhythm are the most in tune with each other.
Furuya Rei walked in, and Miyama Asato stayed outside for half a minute longer. After making sure that everything was fine, he followed in and walked to Furuya Rei's side.
The room had been emptied, there was not even a speck of dust on the wooden floor, and only an old clock on the wall remained.
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The sound is wrong!
Miyama Asato realized something was wrong and subconsciously looked in the direction of Furuya Rei. Almost instantly, he was thrown to the ground by Furuya Rei beside him, and his boss fell on top of him, letting out a muffled groan.
"Mr. Furiya!" Miyama Asato called the other's name anxiously. Furiya Zero pressed the weight of his body on him, and Miyama Asato's cheek rubbed against the sweat on the other's forehead.
"I'm fine." Furiya Rei was still taking deep breaths while speaking. There was no significant change in his voice, but he needed to control his breathing. He must have been seriously injured.
Miyama Chaodeng carefully helped him up and let his boss lean against the wall temporarily. He looked at the clock. The time should be where the bird was. There was only half a crossbow left, and the clock had stopped.
Furukaya Rei held his shoulder with one hand. Behind his right arm, there was an arrow with the entire tip embedded in the muscle.
“How could it be…”
He saw that Furiya Rei's forehead was covered with sweat and his hands that were holding his shoulders were shaking a little. One could imagine how severe the pain was.
Shouldn't he have followed? If Mr. Fūya hadn't taken the extra step of saving him, he wouldn't have been injured.
Or, if he could have been faster and been hit by the arrow himself, he would not have felt the pain and the situation would be better now.
"What's with that expression on your face?" Furugaya Rei suddenly spoke. When Miyama Asato heard what he said, he raised his head in a daze.
He was not unfamiliar with this sentence. On his first day at work, when he was still confused by the other party's attractive face, he made a mistake and was scolded by his boss very directly.
It was completely different from what he had imagined. From the first time he met Furuya Rei, the scene of the other party talking to him with a smile emerged in his mind. This serious image that completely broke the filter made Miyama Asato very difficult to accept.
His feelings at that time were as complicated as those of a promoter who found out that his idol was going to marry an ordinary person.
"How could he be so mean to me?" Such feelings filled my mind. The rookie was almost scolded and cried by his boss on the first day. He felt extremely wronged.
"What's that expression on your face? Are you going to cry?"
My boss at that time was like this
() His tone was still serious when he said this, as if he was very dissatisfied with his behavior. Even though these words seemed to be comforting, they were very harsh, causing Yushan Chaodeng to hold back his tears.
He was often scolded after that. Every time his boss said something and he showed dissatisfaction, the other party would ask him the above question.
...But later on he was so tired from being scolded that he couldn't even cry.
Later, as his abilities gradually matured, he was less likely to be told this. However, Yushan Chaodeng was still deeply impressed by this sentence.
I heard the familiar words again, but the feeling was completely different from before.
The boss' tone was very gentle, with a hint of indulgence, and he looked at him helplessly. Furiya Rei raised his unharmed left hand and held it in the air.
Yushan leaned forward towards the lamp and gently placed his chin on it.
Fūya Ling laughed, and slid his hand up along his face, rubbing his cheek, and said weakly: "Are you going to cry? ()"
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Even though he was hurt, he still had to endure and comfort himself. Yushan Chaodeng's emotions reached the peak in an instant. He lowered his head, tears kept falling down, and they got on his boss's hand.
"I'm sorry, it's all my fault. If it weren't for me..."
"What does it have to do with you?" Furiya Ling interrupted him, "You could have avoided it without me. I just couldn't help my reflex. Besides, did you forget what you promised me before? You are not allowed to apologize."
"I'm sorry."
Fūya Rei sighed, reached out and pressed Miyama Chaodeng's head into his arms. The wound had already passed its most painful stage and was now a little numb.
How could he not know what Yushan Chaodeng was thinking? His adjutant was excellent and strong, the only thing was that he was too stubborn. If he was not suppressed by stronger means, it would be difficult to convince him with words alone.
Although I am already very good, I still lack confidence.
What he just said was the truth. The moment he sensed danger, his body wanted to stand in front of the other person faster than his brain. The injury was purely his own problem... Even if the person standing over there was not Yushan Chaodeng, he would have reacted the same way.
Words were too powerless at this moment. Even though he was lying on his chest, he could still feel the slight dampness through his clothes. His tears were almost soaking his coat.
Made people cry again.
Fūya Rei sighed and pressed his fingers on the back of Miyama Asato's head. The soft white hair passed through his fingers. Being so close, he could smell the light fragrance that he liked very much on his adjutant again.
"Xiao Chao." Furuya Ling said helplessly. He lowered his head and kissed Miyama Chao Deng's hair. The latter's body stiffened and he didn't move at all. "I can't say nice things, especially to you."
His fingers gently combed Yushan Chaodeng's hair, and the feeling of the slightly cool hair slipping through his fingers was very pleasant.
"I'm in so much pain right now, can you smile at me?"
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After getting the hospital bill back, Miyama Chaodeng's cell phone rang. He took a look and saw that it was an email from Matsuda Jinpei asking about the situation. He was not in the mood to type a reply, so he just dialed the number directly.
This is the first time for him.
() He is the kind of person who would rather hang up the phone and send an email, as he always feels that talking to others is not as clear and concise as email.
"Matsuda-senpai."
He picked up the phone and said directly, "We are planning to go back from the hospital."
After receiving the task settlement message from the system, Yushan Chaodeng confirmed that this mission had been ended so hastily.
The mission description was so serious, but it ended with Mr. Fūya getting injured. He felt like he was in a dream, and he didn't know what this was.
In order to ensure Mr. Fūya's safety, he forced himself to follow, but Mr. Fūya still suffered minor injuries.
If he didn't go, with Mr. Fūya's reaction ability, he wouldn't even get hurt this little bit, right?
However, the problem that Yushan Chaodeng was struggling with could not be expressed at all because it involved the system.
[Is he okay?] asked Jinpei Matsuda.
"It has been bandaged and the wound is very neat. The doctor said it will heal in about half a month." Yushan Chaodeng said.
Although the boss felt it was unnecessary and Fūya Rei said the wound was not deep and it would be fine if he just asked Miyama Asato to help take it out and apply some medicine, Miyama Asato still insisted on going to the hospital.
The deepest impression left on Yushan Chaodeng in his previous life was the white room. He spent almost his entire life in the hospital, which led to the fact that he still dislikes going to the hospital until now.
But in fact, he felt that the few times he went to the hospital with Mr. Fūya were okay, and the feeling inside was not that bad. This time he even asked to come on his own initiative.
Yushan Chaodeng also discovered that he was really hypocritical.
Not long ago, I met Senior Morobushi who was shot in the ankle in the alley. He said he didn't want to go to the hospital, and Miyama Asato obeyed him without any insistence.
But this time, he could indeed treat Mr. Fūya's wound, but he still felt it would be safer to go to the hospital.
Matsuda Jinpei was silent for a while before asking: [Are you okay?]
Miyama Chaodeng didn't know why he asked such a question and was a little surprised: "Very good."
He thought about what Matsuda Jinpei said and added, "I'll send him back later. I'll come to Yokohama to see you tomorrow, Matsuda-senpai. Is that okay?"
Although the system's mission was completed, he still had a fugitive mission for the National Police Agency, which he was working on with Jinpei Matsuda.
Originally, Matsuda Jinpei said that it would be fine if Hagiwara Kenji came with him, but Hagiwara-senpai would be going back to report on his work after the exchange tomorrow. Matsuda Jinpei said that he could do it alone, but Miyama Asato thought that was not a good idea.
Although he probably wouldn't be of much use here, he was the one who brought Matsuda here, so he had to take responsibility. Yokohama wasn't too far from Tokyo anyway, a half-hour drive, plus the distance on the road, which meant a one-hour commute, so it was convenient to go back and forth.
[I can do it by myself. Hagi and I can check three places today, and there will only be two spots left tomorrow. We don’t need you.] Matsuda Jinpei’s tone was very arrogant, but Miyama Asato also knew that the other party was worried about him.
"See you tomorrow, Matsuda-senpai." Miyama Asato ended the conversation simply. Matsuda Jinpei on the other end didn't react and said "eh" twice, and he hung up the phone.
Yushan Chaodeng was in a very confused mood. He looked at the red dot flashing indicating that he could draw a card, and he didn't even want to use his brain to draw a card.
although
But he won't think so tomorrow.
But at this moment he felt that his life was so meaningless.
He has the guts.
The feeling of not knowing what the hell you are doing.
He tried his best to change everything he could see, whether it was the bombing of Hagiwara-senpai, the car accident of Date-senpai, or the suicide of Morobushi-senpai.
However, this mission involved Mr. Fūya, but he did not play any role and even caused Mr. Fūya to get injured. He would rather not have this opportunity to draw a card.
He had never seen Mr. Furuya's "future", and he had no idea how it would change. Although he knew that people could not rely on external things, for Furuya Rei, it was never too careful.
what to do.
Yushan sighed at Deng, readjusted his expression outside the ward, and then pushed open the door and went in.
The blond young man had taken off all his clothes on his upper body, leaving only a sleeveless cotton vest. The upper part of his right arm was tied with circles of bandages. Yushan Chaodeng pursed his lips.
"You're just in time. It's hard for me to be alone. Please help me put on my clothes, Chao Deng." Furugaya Rei greeted him as soon as he saw him, seeming to be pretending to be calm.
Mr. Fūya seems to like him.
If it were the old him, he would probably be so happy to know this, but now he doesn’t know how to deal with this feeling.
He still liked Mr. Furuya very much, but he was not in the mood to think about it right now, especially since it seemed that he was the one who caused Mr. Furuya to be injured because of the system.
Yushan Chaodeng paused for a moment before walking forward to help the other person put on his clothes.
Neither of them spoke, and an awkward atmosphere different from before spread between them.
Furiya Rei, who had taken the initiative, was more nervous than anyone else. Later, he began to worry that maybe he was wrong, that this action was too abrupt, that his adjutant didn't like him at all, that everything was just his narcissistic fantasy... things like that.
But the truth seems to be worse than this. Although his behavior was a little excessive, the adjutant still got along with him as before. It can be said that he was successful. The adjutant treated him as before and there was no further development in their relationship.
Furukaya Rei sighed and put on his clothes in accordance with Miyama Asato's actions.
The other party should have had some feelings for him, but now he seems to be scared by him.
——What should I do?
In an instant, their thoughts synchronized into one sentence, and they sighed at the same time in front of each other.
Fūya Rei tried to put on his coat in an attempt to cover up his wound, but accidentally pulled the wound and couldn't help but let out a hiss.
"Mr. Fūya...!" Miyama Chaodeng immediately reached out and supported him, then took off the clothes he had just put on with great difficulty, and carefully checked whether the other's wound was broken. He was relieved only after finding that everything was fine.
The standing Miyama Asato and the sitting Furutani Rei accidentally looked at each other. They wanted to avoid looking at each other but were reluctant to do so.
Miyama Asato remembered something, pursed his lips and smiled at Furukaya Rei.
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The man was sitting in a seat, with a miniature crossbow next to him. It was the same style as the crossbow hidden in a clock in a secret room in a museum.
He was the only one in the room. The man finally didn't wear his mask and hood, and sat quietly alone.
In the room.
He had white hair - not the pure white like Gin's, but the evidence of human age being marked by time as they grow older, long gray-brown and light blonde hair mixed together.
All the hair was tied into a bun with a black ribbon behind the head, which looked very elegant.
And underneath this hair is a young face that is completely different from its mature and experienced temperament.
He looked to be 20? 30? Or 40? All of them made sense. This man had this unique charm. Time had accumulated on him. His reddish-brown eyes were shrewd and intelligent, which made people want to believe everything he said.
In front of him was a crystal ball, the kind that looked like the kind witches would place in front of their stalls at the market to deceive people. It looked ordinary and cheap, and its simplicity was completely inconsistent with the velvet stand it was placed on.
"I missed again. I was clearly aiming for the heart... It's all the fault of that extra person. Otherwise, I would have arranged it more perfectly."
The crystal ball was placed there quietly, without any reaction.
His voice also sounded like that of a young man, except that his speaking speed was involuntarily slowed down many times.
"Bourbon, it's really Bourbon, Bourbon."
The man does not require a response from the other party, he always likes to be alone.
He walked around the room twice with his hands behind his back, then returned to his sofa and lay down comfortably.
He kept muttering Bourbon, wanting to kill the other person, then giving up the idea and deciding to be patient for the time being.
"Forget it, let's keep him for a while, it doesn't matter."
"As long as Scotland lives, Bourbon is irrelevant."
He picked up the mask and hood from the side and put them on one by one, the sound becoming softer and softer. When he was ready, there was a knock on the door, and then the killer with long silver-white hair walked in.
"gentlemen."
Gin naturally saluted him and bowed his head respectfully before him.
"This mission is still up to you, GIN." The man spoke again, his voice returning to the hoarse old man's. "It's the same mission as three years ago. Can you do it?"
Three years ago?
Gin was confused at first. As the most trusted member of the organization, the number of missions he undertook each year could even reach three digits.
Just talking about the mission three years ago, he had no idea what it was...
"Well,"
Gin paused for a second, and he quickly realized which mission three years ago the other party was referring to. It was the only mission that was different in nature from all the other missions, and it didn't even need to be referred to three years ago.
For the first time, he wanted to refute the man in front of him: "My gun is used to kill people."
"What I want you to do is also to kill people." The gentleman laughed. He stretched out his hand, which was wearing a pair of black gloves. He handed it to Gin and gently lifted a bunch of TOPKILLER's long hair.
"Answer me 'yes'."
The words of Dark Blue Whiskey appeared in Gin's mind. This was the guy's purpose.
He didn't mind being that gentleman's dog, but how much respect could he get as a human? At least he was free to do as he pleased.
Same task.
If Gin hadn't felt that the gentleman truly trusted him - not just to treat Scotland, but to merely save the other person's life and never allow him to enter the core - he would have felt that this mission was a humiliation to him by the gentleman.
Gin lowered his head even lower, and his long hair fell to the ground, forming a dividing line with the shadow on the ground.
"Yes." He heard his own voice, as respectful as when he came.
After leaving that place, Gin sat alone in the car. He thought for a long time and finally called someone.
[You realize it, Gin.] Deep Blue Whiskey's voice came from the other end of the phone, confident and with a triumphant smile, [He's old.]
Gin was silent for three minutes before finally asking, "What do you want to do?"
[I want to be a human being.]!
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