Chapter 10 Chapter 10 Who gets out of singleness first?
After an unknown amount of time, Olga began to feel anxious and extremely nervous, followed by immense helplessness and fear. These feelings intertwined into a large net that covered her, and the pressure left her with nowhere to hide.
She felt cold, incredibly cold. She could barely feel her limbs, or even her own existence. She began to tremble, and the taut strings in her mind suddenly snapped, sending tears pouring out of her eyes.
She began to struggle violently, unaware that her wrists were bruised by the restraints.
"I was wrong...let me out!"
“Let me out!!!”
…
Naturally, no one paid any attention to Olga. In the empty room, the only sound was her crying.
…
"……I was wrong……"
“…I’m sorry…I was wrong…”
Finally, the room returned to silence, with no sound left.
*
It was three days later that Olga left the "pause area".
Three days of fasting and abstaining from water had left her feeling dizzy the moment she stood up. The sudden sight of light, even a gentle, warm yellow, stung her eyes. Her lips were chapped, and her stomach felt like it had been punched.
Of course, no one would come to help her, and Olga didn't want anyone to see her looking so weak and miserable.
She slowly walked out of the basement, holding on to the wall, got on the elevator, and returned to her room on the second floor.
The action of closing the door almost exhausted her last bit of strength. Then, she slowly slid down to sit on the ground, leaning against the door, her face expressionless.
Not long after, there was a knock on the door and a respectful voice came from outside.
"Tonight's dinner is ready for you."
Olga was too dizzy to answer, and the person outside the door didn't care. He told her that the food cart had been left at the door and left.
This is one of the organization's properties - a manor located in the suburbs of Tokyo, far away from human habitation.
Rum had naturally left long ago, and normally no senior members of the organization would live here. Only some low-level members of the organization were stationed here, playing the role of servants.
This room on the second floor permanently belongs to Olga. She usually stays here when she comes, and the lower-level members of the organization always keep it very clean.
*
None of the lower-level members of the organization stationed here were originally chefs, so the food delivered was also very ordinary.
Olga poked at the food with her fork for a long time, but she had no appetite at all. Her stomach was so numb from hunger that she couldn't even feel it.
It wasn't leftovers, but cold rice. Olga was too lazy to have the food reheated, so the moment it entered her mouth, the cold and greasy feeling instantly invaded all her taste buds, making her stomach twitch.
She clutched her stomach and stumbled into the bathroom. There was nothing in her stomach, so Olga could only gag. Finally, she simply turned on the shower, letting the hot water pour down on her head, and only then did she feel less cold.
It's summer now.
*
The room was neatly tidied. When Olga came out of the bathroom, dripping wet, the first thing she saw was the limited edition Kamen Rider figure she had been dreaming of, which had been unpacked and neatly placed on a corner of the desk.
Olga suddenly walked quickly to the desk, grabbed the figurine and threw it out.
The figurine slammed against the wooden door with a loud, dull thud. Some parts flew off, while the main body of the figurine landed on the thick carpet, silencing it.
Olga swept away everything on the desk again.
Then she walked towards the dining car.
*
In the lobby on the first floor, two low-level members of the organization who were cleaning looked at each other when they heard the clanging sounds coming from upstairs, as if someone had been robbed.
"...Hey - is there really no problem?" The younger man was obviously hesitant.
A person who had been working here a little longer just shook his head at him, sighed silently, and continued with the work at hand.
Isn't it just smashing things? It's normal for that person. He has always had a bad temper. If he really gets angry, he will pick up anything he can and throw it at others.
What they needed to do was not to get close to her when she was in a bad mood and become her enemy. Then, when she was in a better mood, they would work tirelessly to clean up the scene that was like a storm.
As for those who have been hit?
It's okay, a child's strength isn't enough to seriously injure anyone. Besides, the organization will reimburse the medical expenses.
*
After turning the room into a disaster scene, Olga finally stopped.
She stood silently for a long time in the only place in the middle of the room where there was room for someone else, then she pulled out a crumpled piece of paper from her trouser pocket.
The paper was already mostly damp, but when it was unfolded, the image on it could still be seen. It was an extremely ordinary face, so ordinary that it would be lost if thrown into a crowd.
But Olga would never forget this face. Even without her photographic memory, she would never forget this face. The face of the eighth robber who had attempted a sneak attack at the convenience store.
Olga, holding the paper, walked across the messy floor and found the landline phone she had dropped. She picked up the receiver and dialed a number.
"Yeah, it's me. Long time no see."
When Olga spoke, she used a deeper voice, that of an adult male.
"I need you to do something."
Olga touched her cheek with her fingertips, gently tracing a line. There had been a wound there, scratched by the flying glass at the convenience store that night. But now, the wound had long since healed, leaving no trace.
*
"Hey, Zero, did you hear that?"
"What?" Fūya Rei, who was called out, finally came back to his senses from his thoughts.
It had been nearly a week since Olga's departure. Rei Furuya had been very busy recently, having been assigned a secret mission with the highest level of confidentiality. As a result, even his close friends had rarely seen him.
After his friends repeatedly complained about not being able to find him, Furuya Rei finally found time today and met up with them at a restaurant. It was a gathering, but also... a farewell.
After this, he may not be able to meet them or even contact them for quite some time.
However, Furuya Rei couldn't say anything. He could only put on a smile and ask, "What happened?"
"Really, what's wrong with you lately?" Matsuda Jinpei complained and added nearly half a can of chili powder to his bowl.
"That's right, you've been really mysterious lately," Hagiwara Kenji put his arm on Furuya Rei's shoulder, leaned closer and winked at him, "Are you in love?"
Jianggu Ling: "..."
"Alright, stop teasing him," said Date Kou, who seemed the calmest, putting down his cup with a thud, as if putting an end to the sudden banter. "After all, he's a police academy graduate. Some departments are really strict about confidentiality, so it's normal that Furuya can't speak."
Matsuda Jinpei naturally knew this, but he still couldn't help but shout at Date Kou: "Shut up, you winner in life."
As the only single person among the five people present, Yi Dahang was helpless: "You can't blame me for having a girlfriend, right?"
Despite his helpless expression, his words still felt like a show-off. Thus, Ida Ko immediately drew another round of boos from the others.
While the other three were playing and quarreling, Fūya Rei lowered his voice and asked the person sitting next to him, "By the way, Jingguang, what were you talking about just now?"
Morofushi Kagemitsu worked for the Metropolitan Police Department's Public Security Bureau and was the only person present who had some understanding of what Furuya Rei was currently doing. Speaking of this, he couldn't help but straighten his expression:
"Remember the robber who disguised himself as a hostage and attempted a sneak attack at the convenience store?"
Fūya Ling nodded. Then, he saw that Zhu Fujingguang's expression became more serious:
"That man committed suicide in the detention center the day before yesterday."
"What?!"
Furiya Rei's exclamation caught the attention of the other three. Matsuda Jinpei looked over with disapproval. "Hey, you mysterious blond bastard, what are you whispering about with Jingguang?"
"Ah, sorry." After digesting the information just now, Rei Furuya immediately waved his hands and laughed, "It's that 'rumor' you were about to mention."
"Ah—that thing." Matsuda Jinpei held his chin with one hand and said with a gloomy expression, "'She committed suicide out of fear of punishment'? Who would believe that nonsense! That Superintendent is absolutely crazy, to just let that thing go!"
Those robbers are all old hands. Being imprisoned twice or three times is the norm for them. It would be strange if they would "kill themselves out of fear of punishment"!
However, this matter was just strange to Matsuda Jinpei and the others. But to Furuya Rei—
He immediately thought of the little girl with red hair and green eyes.
Olga.
Furuya Rei silently uttered the name.
*
Fūya Rei was waiting in a magnificent hall in a manor far away from the city.
There was no one else around. After he was led into the hall, the people in black shirts, black pants, and black sunglasses all retreated, leaving him alone standing under the gorgeous crystal chandelier.
He began to secretly observe the environment here, not missing any details.
Sudden--
"Zero Zero?!"
With a "Zero Zero" sound, Rei's pupils suddenly shrank, and his heartbeat was so fast that it seemed like it would burst out of his chest in the next second. The tense feeling of adrenaline rushing through him was almost suffocating.
This is a name that should definitely not appear here.
Furuya Rei looked in the direction of the voice. A familiar figure was standing on the stairs, looking at him with surprise. Although he had been prepared, Furuya Rei was still taken aback by the sight of Olga again.
Then, Olga seemed to realize her slip of the tongue and quickly covered her mouth with both hands.
Unfortunately, her words were already heard by the people behind her.
"'Zero Zero'—who is that?"
A corner of black clothes appeared behind Olga. Fūya Rei moved his eyes upwards a little and saw clearly the owner of the black clothes.
Gin.
Fūya Rei silently recited the organization's code name in his mind.
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