Chapter 104 Chapter 104 It’s amazing how big or small it gets
Olga dumped Vermouth in a private hospital and left immediately. The private hospital was funded by an organization, and Vermouth was safe there.
Why not stay?
After all, accompanying someone in the hospital is something family members do, right? Besides, although Vermouth's physique wasn't as strong as Olga's, this small injury would heal in two or three days at most.
Olga didn't notice that when she left the hospital, a new email suddenly arrived in her mailbox.
Olga only saw the inconspicuous email the next morning when she checked her mailbox as usual. At that time, she had just woken up naturally in the hotel and was sitting by the floor-to-ceiling window with the curtains drawn to bask in the sun.
In fact, it was not a special email. It was just a report from a low-level member of the organization she sent to monitor Ran Mouri that there was a new transfer student in Ran Mouri's class, who was said to be from the United States.
What's so strange about that? Olga thought. There's a reason why the lower-level members can't upgrade and get code names: they're generally not very smart.
Olga yawned and wanted to turn off her phone.
Because of Vermouth, Olga had been sending people to monitor Kudo Shinichi and Mao Lilan from a very early stage. Fortunately, they were in the same class at the same school, making monitoring extremely simple and greatly saving manpower costs.
Of course, now that Kudo Shinichi is "dead", the apparent surveillance mission has become much simpler - it is only necessary to monitor Mouri Ran - this high school girl is just like most high school girls in Japan, and her life is nothing special.
The only thing worth mentioning about this person is that her father, Kogoro Mori, used to be a detective in the Metropolitan Police Department's First Investigation Division. Olga even found out that he had maintained the shooting record of the police academy, which has not been broken to this day.
Of course, the once-talented marksman Maori Kogoro is now just a useless detective, only able to take on jobs like catching cats, dogs, and cheating on his wife, at least that was the case before "Edogawa Conan" moved into his house.
However, just before she turned off her phone, Olga, with the attitude of "I've already read it, nothing to do now", scrolled to the bottom of the emails, and then... she saw that photo. That photo of the transfer student.
Olga was stunned for a moment - she had seen this person before.
Where is it?
Olga leaned back in her chair and tapped her forehead lightly with the corner of her phone. Her brain, which had been a little sluggish from just getting up that morning, began to wake up quickly and work faster.
Ah, I remember now. This transfer student's name is——
Hondou Eisuke.
Olga's memory was completely restored.
It was several years ago when Olga was asked by Rum to identify whether Kiel was an undercover agent. At that time, Olga and Rei Furuya had been tracking Kiel for a long time, and finally saw her meeting with a low-level member of the organization named Ethan Hondou in a cafe.
At that time, Olga insisted that there was something going on between Kiel and Ethan Bendon, and took Ethan Bendon's wallet. Then, a photo was found in the wallet, which showed three people: Ethan Bendon, his wife, and his son.
Olga later discovered that Ethan Hondou had a son named Hondou Eisuke. Of course, he also had a daughter named Hondou Eimi. However, information about Hondou Eimi was difficult to find, and even photos were scarce. It seemed she had been deliberately hidden.
Although Hondou Eisuke still looked like a child in the photo at that time, and the transfer student in the email looked like a teenager from the photo, this did not prevent Olga from recognizing him across time.
Photographic memory? This was Rum's most proud ability, having helped him achieve his current position in the organization. But it was just one of Olga's most common skills. She could simulate and predict the appearance of the same person at different ages in her mind, with a current accuracy rate of 100%.
See, she is valued in the organization, not just because of her role as a guinea pig.
This email was like a pillow thrown right when you're sleepy. Olga tossed her phone onto the nearby sofa, thought for a moment, stood up from her chair, and stretched. She decided to reward the low-level member of the organization who had sent her this email.
Olga has always believed that Kiel is an undercover agent. Unfortunately, Rum doesn't believe it, and neither does the boss, especially after Kiel "killed" the undercover agent Ethan Bentang and "kept" the organization's secrets under the influence of truth serum.
Even that old immortal, who had already turned into a baby, was now personally appointing Keel to take action. Tsk, could it be that his brain was damaged during his regressive growth? Has his intelligence regressed to that of an infant?
But an undercover agent is an undercover agent. Even if she doesn't have any substantial evidence, Olga will not doubt her judgment.
So, how do we control this undercover?
Didn't the undercover's brother show up? He's the only blood relative he has left.
And this brother had come here secretly, right? At least according to Olga's surveillance of Kiel, Kiel was unaware of this.
In the morning, Olga smiled her first smile of the day. She looked at her own unclear reflection in the French window with her green eyes, which were almost transparent under the direct sunlight.
Oh, Kiel. No, Hondou Eikai. Are you ready?
*
In fact, before Olga could make a move on Kiel, Kiel ran into problems of his own.
According to Vermouth, when Kiel was going with her, Gin, Vodka, Chianti and Collen to assassinate the popular candidate for parliament, Yasuteru Domon, he was in a car accident and fell into a coma. He fell into the hands of the FBI and was hidden by the FBI.
"Oh, that's unfortunate." Although Olga's tone on the phone did not sound apologetic at all.
Vermouth certainly didn't care about this kind of thing. She said instead, "Gin has already made a plan to recapture Gil. From what I've seen, the success rate is very high. Do you want to join us?"
Olga thought Vermouth's brain was broken. Oh, she forgot, Vermouth's brain had actually been broken a long time ago, the moment she met Kudo Shinichi and Mao Lilan.
Not to mention that Olga and Gin have become so at odds with each other that they want to kill each other. Just this kind of field physical work is not suitable for Olga in her current physical condition.
Ouch, maybe Vermouth's stupidity had fooled her, or maybe it was simply time to take her medicine, but Olga felt her heart ache again. Damn the shrapnel.
For some reason, Olga's heart aches more frequently in recent days. Even though she hasn't exercised at all, she has remained calm.
Olga then switched her left hand to hold the phone, and with her right hand, she picked up her painkillers from the bedside table and unscrewed the cap with her index finger and thumb. Seeing that there were only a few pills left, she simply poured the rest of the medicine into her mouth, then said slowly and vaguely:
"I'm not involved. But I wish you success in retaking Kiel. Bye."
After saying that, Olga hung up the phone. It was almost noon, and Olga had almost made a plan to control Kiel.
Holy Mother, please bless Gin and help him successfully recapture Gil.
Olga took a few sips of water to wash away the bitter taste of the painkillers in her mouth. While praying for Gin, she called the hotel's service number and ordered lunch to be delivered.
It would be so boring if Kiel didn't come back!
*
In fact, the Virgin Mary seemed to have appeared in a real way.
Anyway, according to Vermouth, they not only successfully recaptured Kir, but also killed Akai Shuichi, the biggest threat.
And the price the organization pays?
Just the life of an unimportant lower-class member.
It was three days after Kiel was taken away by the FBI. Olga received a call from Vermouth.
"We have confirmed Shuichi Akai's death. Kiel fired the gun himself, hitting Shuichi Akai in the head."
Olga didn't understand why Vermouth had called her specifically. Was she showing off? Or was she just so excited about finally killing Akai Shuichi that she wanted to talk to someone?
"Ah, really?"
boring.
"Although his body was burnt, there was no problem with the fingerprint comparison. We have verified that the charred body is Akai Shuichi."
It can be heard that Vermouth is indeed very happy, and she even rarely reveals her true emotions.
Olga lay limply in bed, her pupils drooping as she gazed out the French window. It was strange. It hadn't rained recently, but she felt a sharp pain all over her body, especially her heart. Even her brain felt a bit confused.
But after hearing what Vermouth said, she still instinctively felt something was wrong: "How did you compare it? Is there Akai Shuichi's fingerprint information in the database?"
"Of course not. It's a phone that Akai Shu used before his death, and it has his fingerprints on it."
Vermouth explained,
"We've confirmed with the person lurking in the Metropolitan Police Department that the fingerprints on the phone and the charred corpse belong to the same person. And I've also confirmed twice that those FBI guys are indeed in grief."
After saying that, Vermouth's voice on the other end of the phone suddenly paused, "What's the situation on your end? Are you okay?"
Obviously, she could hear Olga's absent-mindedness. This was not the kind of absent-mindedness she usually showed because she didn't care, but the result of having to distract herself with other things.
Olga was in so much pain that she was too lazy to even respond to Vermouth on the other end of the phone. She just managed to steady her voice and said, "That's great," then hurriedly hung up the phone and threw it aside.
She just lay on the bed, with the soft mattress beneath her, but it couldn't relieve the pain at all.
Is Shuichi Akai dead?
Killed by Kiel himself?
Fingerprint matching successful?
Something is wrong... Something is wrong...
Olga struggled to prop herself up a little with her right hand, which was barely strong enough, and reached out to open the second drawer of the bedside table.
Unfortunately, she didn't control her strength well, or maybe she was too weak, and she fell off the bed to the ground with a dull thud before she could reach the drawer.
Fortunately, the carpet on the floor was thick enough.
Olga lay on the carpet for a long time before she finally had enough strength to get up. She opened the second drawer, fumbled around in it for a while, and took out a transparent bag.
If someone from the Metropolitan Police Department were here, they would find that this is the same type of evidence bag used by police.
Inside the transparent evidence bag lay a small piece of wood, smooth black on one side and rough, raw wood grain on the other. It looked as if someone had violently ripped it directly from some polished wooden furniture.
This is part of the surface of Sharon Wynyard's coffin.
After the fake funeral, Akai Shuichi and Judy appeared at the venue. At that time, Akai Shuichi left fingerprints of three fingers of his left hand on the surface of the coffin.
Olga narrowed her eyes.
Akai Shuichi probably didn't take it seriously at the time, since he was no longer an undercover agent. But Olga still kept his fingerprints out of habit.
"Akai Shuichi—" Olga sat on the ground, her body hunched in a somewhat awkward position. Her breathing gradually became heavy. She suddenly clenched the corner of the evidence bag, "I want to see if you are really dead."
But Olga didn't have time.
Suddenly, a more intense pain came from her heart and quickly spread to her limbs, making Olga almost scream.
With trembling hands, she fumbled for the bottle of painkillers on the bedside table, opened the lid and poured it into her mouth without caring about the dosage, swallowing almost the entire bottle of painkillers.
But... it's no use.
She curled up on the ground, clutching the clothes in front of her chest with her right hand, and rarely lost control of her expression.
...What's going on?
Is he going to die?
Before being overwhelmed by endless pain, Olga suddenly remembered the APTX-4869 she had taken in Tottori Prefecture three days ago.
Are you kidding me... Is it possible that the medicine has only started to take effect now?
Olga gritted her teeth and stood up from the ground with all her might. Without even changing her nightgown, she stuffed the evidence bag into her pocket, grabbed a key, and staggered out the door.
What a joke... Was she about to have a heart attack and die on the spot?
No, she didn't want to die here.
Olga took the elevator, struggled to stand against the wall, and stumbled into the underground garage.
It's so sad for a person to die alone in a hotel.
*
Rei Furuya finished his mission very early today and returned to the underground parking garage of the apartment at 2:30 in the morning.
He parked the car and was walking to the elevator to go upstairs, but he saw a Maserati with sleek lines ignoring the parking space markings and parked directly in front of the elevator door.
Rei Furuya recognized the car almost instantly. Without even realizing it, the corners of his lips curled up. He hadn't seen Olga in nearly two weeks, ever since the blundering wedding in Vegas, perhaps out of a desire to avoid her.
The car in front of the elevator was a grayish-purple color. He remembered Olga had once told him it was called "Electric Metallic Purple," and when she said that, she looked so smug that her tail was about to lift up.
Why did you park the car here?
Although Olga has a weak awareness of laws and regulations, she still parks her car properly in the parking space most of the time.
Was there an emergency?
Thinking of this, Fūya Ling did not stop and took the elevator to the 27th floor, where he currently lived.
There were no lights on in the apartment, which was indeed in line with Olga's habit. Thinking of this, Furuya Rei entered the password and opened the door.
I'll be able to see Olga soon. Rei Furuya couldn't tell what kind of mood he was in at the moment; he felt a little excited, a little uneasy, and something unknown was growing wildly.
The door opened, and the apartment was completely silent. Not a single light or sound.
Is Olga asleep?
Furuya Rei turned on the lights in the living room, and then—
He frowned and walked to the center of the living room. There was a person lying on the ground there, a little girl about seven years old, curled up in a black silk bathrobe that didn't fit her at all, breathing rapidly and heavily, as if she was suppressing great pain.
Fūya Rei squatted down, raised his hand, steadied his slightly trembling fingertips, and gently pushed aside the face covered by the crimson hair.
"...Olia?" He kept muttering, almost unable to believe the scene before him.
Then, without the slightest hesitation, he picked up the child, went to the guest room, and put her on the bed. Olga used to come over often, so he had always cleaned and tidied the guest bedroom.
After checking the temperature of Olga's forehead with the back of his hand, Fūya Ling stood by the bed in a daze, lowered his eyes, and looked quietly at the child on the bed with his eyes closed and a painful expression.
This child is undoubtedly Olga.
Although this is illogical, everything is constantly proving one thing to Rei Furuya - the child in front of him is Olga.
Crimson hair, green eyes, looks exactly like Olga when she was a child, the familiar scent of cherry blossoms...even the bathrobe that doesn't fit her at all is Olga's. Furiya Rei will never make a mistake!
What exactly happened?
Just as Fūya Rei was holding his cell phone, staring at the bright white screen, wondering whether it would be better to call a doctor or take Olga to the hospital directly, Olga opened her eyes in the dark guest bedroom.
Those eyes appeared a rich dark green in the darkness, and because of the pain, they were faintly covered with a layer of mist, like a deep forest at night.
Rei Furuya noticed it almost immediately.
"How does it feel?"
He sat down on the edge of the bed and used the back of his hand to gently smooth away the hair on Olga's forehead that was wet with cold sweat.
Those emerald-green eyes slowly shifted, searching for the source of the sound. After two seconds, they slowly focused, and Fūya Rei saw his own reflection, and finally froze.
So he is actually in such a state of disgrace now?
Then he heard Olga mutter something, but it was not clear. She seemed to have a sore throat.
Fūya Rei was about to get her a glass of water, but before he could stand, he felt the corner of his shirt grabbed from the side. He didn't know if it was his imagination, but at that moment, the left hand that grasped the corner of his shirt was quite strong, and then suddenly it became almost insignificant.
But Rei Furuya didn't even have time to notice these details that he should have noticed. At this moment, his entire attention was on Olga, and he was only worried about her.
"I am," Olga cleared her throat, but her voice was still a little hoarse, "I am Olga."
"Yes," Furuya Rei gently shook the hand Olga extended, "I know."
Olga seemed a little surprised. She stared at Rei Furuya for a long time, and suddenly tried to sit up, but to no avail. She refused Rei Furuya's help and simply continued to lie on the bed.
Holding onto Furuya Rei's hand with her left hand, Olga stared at him for a long while before suddenly lowering her eyes and avoiding his gaze. "There's something in my right pocket. Take it out."
Olga grabbed Rei's left hand and showed no intention of letting go, so Rei had to stand up slightly, pass over Olga, and with a rather awkward posture, took out an evidence bag from the right pocket of her bathrobe, which now didn't fit her.
"This is--?"
There was no light in the room, so Fūya Ling had to hold the evidence bag in front of his eyes. Then, with the lights from thousands of homes pouring in through the window, he could barely determine that there was a small piece of wood in the bag.
Olga calmly dropped a bombshell: "Are there Akai Shuichi's fingerprints on it?"
"?"
Olga turned her head back and looked directly at Furuya Rei: "Didn't they say that Akai Shuichi is dead, and the fingerprint comparison results of the charred corpse and the phone are consistent?"
This was the first time she spoke to Rei Furuya without any reservations or scruples, treating him as a public security officer.
"I don't believe Akai Shuichi is dead. You certainly don't believe it either, Lingling."
As a public security officer, Jōya Rei should be able to easily re-compare the fingerprints on the charred corpse and the wood chips without leaving any traces.
Furiya Rei suddenly smiled, silently. He casually placed the evidence bag on the bedside table and gently poked Olga's cheek with his index finger. "That's not something you need to worry about right now, Olya. Get some rest first."
He didn't even ask why Olga had shrunk, even though it was obviously related to some big secret of the organization. He just told Olga to have a good rest so lightly and naturally, as if he didn't want to know the secret at all.
"Why not ask?"
Furiya Rei knew what Olga was referring to, but he simply covered those emerald eyes with his palms and whispered, "Go to sleep, Olya. Wait until tomorrow, if you're willing to talk."
Look, this undercover agent doesn't seem to be in a hurry at all when facing the organization's core secrets.
Rei Furuya felt Olga's eyelashes scraping against his palm, causing a slight itch.
Then, Olga's voice seemed to have regained some energy:
"I want to take a shower."
…
Fortunately, Olga had recovered a little and went into the bathroom by herself.
Seeing the bathroom door closed, Rei Furuya breathed a sigh of relief. All he had to do now was find Olga some suitable clothes.
Although finding clothes is the most difficult step.
So, in the wee hours of the morning, Furuya Rei first went downstairs and parked Olga's car securely in the parking space. Then, he handed an evidence bag to the hastily arrived Kazami Yuya. Finally, he went to his warehouse and precisely located a particular item among a pile of packing boxes.
Inside were Olga's summer home clothes from when she was ten. Although she looked smaller than when she was ten, the smallest piece of clothing in Fūya Rei's hand was from when Olga was ten.
"It should be fine."
Fūya Rei stood in the warehouse and thought for a moment, then turned around and left with the boxes.
*
Forty minutes ago, Olga thought she was going to die today.
But it's so sad for a person to die alone in a hotel, isn't it?
So she drove to Rei Furuya's apartment at full speed. Whether or not this was dangerous driving was not something Olga considered at all.
I'd rather die in Lingling's apartment. That way, he'll definitely remember it forever. Olga thought as she casually dumped the car in front of the elevator in the basement garage, staggered up, and finally... collapsed in the living room.
My whole body ached, as if my bones were being crushed and reassembled, and my heart felt like it was being gouged out alive.
She hasn't left any final words yet... What a shame. This was Olga's last thought before she fell into a coma.
When she woke up, her body was so stiff she could barely move. Her bathrobe was completely soaked with sweat. With great effort, Olga lifted her eyelids. She couldn't see her hands at the cuffs of her sleeves... No, it was the sleeves that had grown too long for her.
Ah, so she's not dead. Olga breathed a sigh of relief through the lingering pain and closed her heavy eyelids again. It seemed that she had shrunk, just like Kudo Shinichi and Shirley.
It seems that APTX-4869 is really slow to take effect on her...
When she opened her eyes again, she saw Rei Furuya.
You're worried about me, aren't you, Lingling?
Olga has always been good at judging acting skills, but this time, unusually, she couldn't and didn't dare to immediately trust her own judgment.
The more you care, the more panicked you become, right?
*
Olga put on a summer nightgown she had worn when she was ten. It was a little big, but with dresses, a longer length didn't matter.
Furiya Ling turned around and went back to the room, but saw Olga following behind with her skirt lifted up.
"Olia..."
He turned around helplessly,
"Do you want to sleep in the master bedroom?"
The pain had completely disappeared, but Olga still pretended to be uncomfortable, looking up pitifully: "Ling Ling, I'm sick, won't you stay with me?"
Furuya Rei felt like he should say something in response, but in the end—
Olga was lying on the big bed in the master bedroom, and Fūya Rei moved a stool and sat beside the bed.
"Go to sleep, Olya."
He clearly saw Olga puff out her cheeks. She didn't say anything more, but just slinked closer to him, reached out from under the quilt, and grasped two of his fingers. Then she closed her eyes.
"Goodnight, Zero."
"Good night, Olya."
Furiya Rei did not pull his hand back and let Olga hold it like this.
It's not that Rei Jyoutani doesn't need sleep. Although he often maintains a hellish routine and always appears to be full of energy, he does get sleepy.
So, when Furuya Rei was awakened by the slight vibration of his phone, he was lying on the edge of the bed, resting his head on one arm. When he opened his eyes, he was greeted by a delicate face magnified several times over.
Olya!
Rei Furuya was startled, but still didn't say anything. Olga hadn't woken up yet.
He decided to check the text messages on his phone first, but Olga was still holding one of his hands and had not let go. So he had to use his left hand to reach into his right pocket awkwardly and take out his phone.
5:21 AM.
The text message was from Kazami. Furuya opened it at midnight. Immediately, a sense of relief, almost a sense of understanding, rose within him.
Feng Jian worked overtime to urge the forensic department to rush out the fingerprint comparison results. The fingerprints on the coffin fragments did not match those on the charred corpse.
Shuichi Akai is not dead after all.
Furuya Rei put his phone aside with the screen off. Just then, Olga kicked back the quilt. He was just about to reach out to cover her when he looked up—
Damn it!
Fūya Rei was stunned for a full five seconds. Before his ears turned completely red, he quickly covered Olga with the quilt and turned away.
Olga returned to her original appearance, the appearance of an adult.
This is a good thing. However,
What followed was that the nightgown she was wearing when she was ten, which was originally a little too big for her, now became a tight miniskirt.
Fūya Rei covered his forehead, turned his face away, and warned himself in his heart:
Jiang Gu Ling, you can't go on like this. Your previous marriage was already a huge mistake, and now you can't make the same mistake again. Olga is still young and doesn't understand things yet, but you can't pretend to be confused. You need to control yourself.
When he came to his senses again, Fūya Rei met a pair of green eyes, which showed a breathtakingly clear color under the morning sun.
He suddenly realized that his heart skipped a beat.
"Good morning, Lingling."
Rei Furuya finally realized that everything was over.
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