Chapter 13 Chapter 13 A fatal question
This was the first time Toru Amuro met Vermouth.
Of course, this wasn't the first time he'd seen this face. Sharon Wynyard was so famous that it wouldn't be an exaggeration to say that Toru Amuro's generation grew up watching her films.
But what surprised Toru Amuro the most at this moment was not that "the legendary female star of America turned out to be Vermouth of the Black Organization", but——
Something is wrong, something is very wrong!
Toru Amuro had a calm and methodical conversation with Vermouth. The conversation seemed calm on the surface, but was actually turbulent underneath, with every word containing a hidden meaning.
He looked at the man in front of him calmly.
She was just as beautiful as people remembered, with long golden hair and a perfect face, almost exactly like the person in the movie from more than a decade ago.
Except for her blue eyes that occasionally revealed fatigue, Vermouth looked like a young person in her twenties.
This is unreasonable.
Even if a female star takes good care of herself, this is not normal.
and……
Although Sharon Wynyard has announced her retirement from acting, she has not been absent from the media in recent years. Even with the filters used, the traces of time can still be seen on her face.
Although the facts seem to be counterintuitive, Toru Amuro immediately made a judgment - Vermouth's "immortality" must be related to the secret of the organization.
"Come to think of it, I'm still a fan of yours," Amuro Toru extended his hand towards Vermouth, "I didn't expect that such a famous female star is also a member of the organization."
Vermouth looked at Amuro Toru for a long moment with a half-smile in his eyes before shaking his hand lightly: "It's truly my honor."
In the next sentence, Amuro Toru deliberately said: "You look exactly the same as you did more than ten years ago."
As expected, Amuro Toru immediately noticed Vermouth's change of mood. Although she still maintained her original expression, her demeanor and aura were completely different.
She seemed a little annoyed. She took out a slender ladies' cigarette from the cigarette box with one hand and kept pressing the switch of the lighter with the other hand, but she didn't light the cigarette.
There was silence for about ten seconds, and then Vermouth threw the unlit cigarette into the ashtray on the table.
"You seem to be very interested in me?" She turned her head and put on that half-smile expression again, but her eyes were no longer lazy at the beginning, but became more sharp.
She walked closer to Amuro Toru, raised her hand and brushed his shoulder, and whispered in an extremely dangerous tone: "A secret makes a woman woman."
"Curiosity is good," Amuro Toru felt the snake-like, dangerous voice getting closer to his ear, "--curiosity is also dangerous."
Amuro Toru took a step back, increasing the distance between herself and Vermouth.
"Of course." He put on his fake smile again.
It seems that Vermouth has a bad attitude towards "immortality" and even has a strong negative emotion about it. Amuro Toru thought so.
Vermouth glanced at Amuro Toru again, as if she was satisfied with his answer, but also as if she had completely lost interest. She turned around and sat down on the sofa. "Okay, enough pleasantries, let's get down to business."
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Vermouth's tone of voice was very lazy and casual, but when talking to her, Amuro Toru did not dare to let his guard down for a moment.
This person is very dangerous, even more dangerous than Gin - this is the conclusion that Toru Amuro came to after interacting with these two people separately.
besides……
Amuro Toru's eyes flickered. He always felt that...some of Vermouth's behavior was very similar to Olga's. No, based on age, it should be Olga who resembled Vermouth.
Is it because the member of the organization that Olga had the most contact with before was Vermouth?
"...These are roughly the things you need to pay attention to regarding Arthas - Hey, are you listening?" Vermouth frowned slightly, looking a little dissatisfied.
"Of course." Toru Amuro immediately came back to his senses and roughly repeated what Vermouth had just instructed.
Vermouth finally relaxed her brows, relaxed, and leaned back on the sofa. She chuckled, "As expected, he was chosen by Rum himself."
This doesn't sound like a compliment at all, but—
"Then I'll take it as a compliment." Toru Amuro still kept smiling.
Vermouth looked at Amuro Toru with that critical gaze for a long time.
"Huh, no wonder that kid 'likes' you so much."
Vermouth looked away, tucking her hair behind her ears and supporting her chin with one hand, but her eyes seemed to be focused somewhere in the void: "This is the first time I've seen her pay so much attention to someone."
It is obvious that the "child" in Vermouth's words refers to Olga.
"I hope you won't let the organization down." Vermouth stood up and seemed to be planning to leave.
Amuro Toru deliberately said, "Don't you need to see Olga?"
He guessed that one of the reasons why Vermouth came so late at night was to reduce the possibility of meeting Olga, who would usually be asleep at this time.
As expected, Amuro Toru paused when he saw Vermouth's back. It wasn't a hesitation, but for a moment, Amuro Toru couldn't understand the emotion he saw.
Vermouth continued to walk towards the door, the rhythmic tapping of her heels on the marble floor sounding particularly long in the silence of the night.
"No need."
After she finished speaking, she pushed the door open and left.
"Click." The heavy door was closed.
Toru Amuro looked deeply at the closed door, and all the disguise on his face faded away.
There must be a deeper connection between Olga and Vermouth. This is the conclusion that Amuro Toru came to based on his observations of both Olga and Vermouth.
and--
This connection should also involve the organization's secrets in some way!
Toru Amuro had some vague guesses in his mind, but the puzzle seemed to be missing the most crucial piece, making it impossible for him to fully sort out his thoughts.
*
Amuro Toru knocked on the door gently, but no one responded.
"Olia?"
When Amuro Toru opened the door, he saw Olga hastily lowering a corner of the curtain. She turned around, and although her face was expressionless, Amuro Toru knew that she must be in a bad mood at the moment.
Here it comes again, this strange feeling of disharmony.
Amuro Toru knew what Olga was secretly looking at through the window. Only one person had left the house just now.
"What's wrong?" Olga, standing by the window, rubbed her eyes and pretended to be very sleepy. She obviously didn't want to talk about what had just happened.
Naturally, Toru Amuro would not offend Olga. After spending some time with her, he had a general understanding of the child's changeable personality.
So, Amuro Toru handed her the warm milk in his hand and said, "It's late, drink it and go to sleep."
Olga didn't answer. She still stood stubbornly by the window, looking up at Toru Amuro with a gloomy gaze.
Even with that kind of gaze, Amuro Toru remained unfazed. This was partly due to his strong mental endurance, and partly due to the fact that he didn't find Olga as terrifying as many others. Many others, specifically those lower-level members of the organization who had been practically terrified by Arthas in this manor.
After a long moment, Olga turned her head away.
Amuro Toru felt a bit dazed. This kind of thing... looked almost identical to Vermouth from before. The difference was that, perhaps due to her age, Olga's emotions were more exposed.
"What do you think of her?"
Olga suddenly asked.
Amuro Toru was stunned. He knew who Olga was asking about, but for a moment, he was unsure how to answer to satisfy Olga.
Or maybe... this was a life-or-death question, and no matter how she answered it, she would not be satisfied.
Olga obviously didn't expect Toru Amuro's answer. She took the cup from him, sat on the chair in front of the desk, and drank the hot milk in one gulp.
"I hate her."
She said so.
Olga looked different now than she had just a few minutes ago. In the dim light, the gloom that had once lingered around her disappeared, and she seemed unusually lonely.
This is a more childish expression, more appropriate for her age. However, this kind of emotion is not suitable for a child.
Amuro Toru's lips moved, and he was about to blurt out something, but at this moment, Olga stuffed the empty glass back into his hand.
"good evening."
…
"...Well, good night."
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