Chapter 25 Chapter 25 Three in One
The white sports car stopped in front of a house in a suburban residential area with the sound of tires rubbing against the asphalt road.
As Toru Amuro opened the car door, the deafening heavy metal music coming from the house became clearer.
Perhaps it was because heavy metal music was too emotionally stirring, or perhaps it was because the starless sky tonight seemed particularly depressing, Amuro Toru's worries reached their peak.
So, after noticing that the door was not locked, Toru Amuro turned the doorknob and pushed the door open without even thinking about it.
The room was pitch black, with no lights on. A dead voice sang in my ears, and the faint smell of rust filled my nose.
Toru Amuro realized almost immediately what the smell meant.
He took out the pistol from his pocket, pulled the safety, and then walked carefully into the depths of the house with his back against the wall.
The smell of rust in the air grew stronger, and the ground beneath his feet began to feel sticky. This made even someone as mentally strong as Amuro Toru feel a little uncomfortable.
*
"Olia...what are you doing?"
Toru Amuro recognized the person squatting on the ground almost at a glance, even though it was only a back view and even in the pitch-black environment.
He immediately realized something, but his brain kept rejecting the answer.
*
Olga slowly stood up, turned around, and looked up at Amuro Toru.
"What am I doing?"
She smiled sweetly and raised her left hand slightly. "It's obvious, Lingling."
In her left hand, Olga held a metal dinner knife, the kind with small serrations but very blunt, the kind that almost every household has in their kitchen.
The smooth tip of the knife was dripping scarlet liquid onto the ground.
Toru Amuro looked down.
At Olga's feet, there lay a body that could barely be seen in human form. She had obviously suffered great pain and torture, but was still alive.
"Olga..." Amuro Toru could hear his voice trembling as he forced himself to be calm, "...what have you done?"
Amuro Toru's eyes have adapted to the darkness, but he would rather not have adapted——
The scene before my eyes...it wouldn't be an exaggeration to call it hell on earth.
Even as a police officer, Toru Amuro had never seen such a bloody and cruel scene.
Someone who could commit such a crime...can't even be called a human being.
The brain was clamoring to reject this reality, but the double discomfort of psychology and physiology became more and more serious along with the churning of the stomach.
*
Olga didn't expect Toru Amuro to come, even though she had clearly told him on the phone not to come to pick her up.
In this way, all previous disguises were invalidated.
Olga had calmed down at this moment, as if a bucket of cold water had been poured over her head. The sensory stimulation brought by the blood no longer maintained the excitement in her brain.
She began to think about her next move.
Olga was unable to make an immediate judgment.
Perhaps it was because of the unexpected appearance of Amuro Toru... She frowned slightly.
Originally, all that was needed was to clean up the scene and destroy the body.
Olga could roughly guess why Amuro Toru came - he was simply worried about her. This realization made Olga happy and irritated - because she knew what kind of person Amuro Toru was.
He is a good man.
Although the adjective "good guy" sounds like a joke in this era, it is an indisputable fact. Amuro Toru is a good guy in the universal sense, even though he is the Bourbon of the organization.
What should I do next?
*
Olga's brain wasn't strong enough to support her paying more attention to other people's emotions, so she acted according to the most conventional thinking in the organization.
When you are caught doing something bad, the best thing to do is to drag that person into it.
And that person was Amuro Toru, the Amuro Toru that Rum had said belonged to her. No matter what, he was hers.
"Since you are here, please help me clean up the scene, Lingling." Olga showed a pure, big smile on her face, and there was a hint of coquettishness in her tone.
She looked up at Amuro Toru, her hands behind her back, and tilted her head. She looked sunny and cute, like a doll or a little angel.
Under normal circumstances, this is Olga's tried-and-tested trick.
But at this moment, the time is wrong and the scene is wrong.
How can someone who smiles in hell be an angel?
Olga did not wait for the expected next step. She maintained a smile on her face. Behind her smiling eyes, her indifferent soul observed Amuro Toru's expression and every move.
His hands hanging by his sides were trembling slightly. He clenched and unclenched his fists several times, and his palms were almost scratched to draw blood.
His chest rose and fell rapidly.
His eyelashes trembled.
There was no expression on his face.
His eyes...
Olga frowned slightly. She couldn't interpret the look in Amuro Toru's eyes.
Like a computer, it can never interpret anything outside of its programming. Olga was inherently insensitive to human emotions, relying on formulas and examples to analyze expressions, and her expressions were also largely based on formulas and imitation.
Olga could only conclude that Amuro Toru's emotions were complex. She had never seen anything like them before, and couldn't apply any formula to them.
Toru Amuro did not respond. The long silence made Olga so irritated that she could hardly maintain her expression.
"zero--"
"I understand." Amuro Toru's voice was very soft, but no fluctuation could be heard.
Olga saw him squat on one knee and point the gun in his hand at Clara Bertha's eyebrows. His fingertips trembled, very slightly.
On Bertha's bloody face, two lines of turbid liquid mixed with blood and fat slowly flowed from her empty eye sockets.
With the sound covered by the silencer, Clara completely ended this long torture.
Yes.
Amuro Toru lowered his eyes and put away the wooden warehouse.
Even if she was sent to the hospital, she wouldn't survive. It would be better to...end it sooner rather than continue to fall into Olga's hands...
Toru Amuro's hands still trembled from time to time, and this reaction came from his heart twitching from time to time.
Without saying a word, he began to quietly clean up the scene.
He graduated from the police academy, he's a public security officer, so he naturally knows what to do. But... this knowledge and skills shouldn't be used for this... They shouldn't be used to help criminals conceal their crimes and harm others, even if this criminal is—
From an angle Olga couldn't see, Amuro Toru suddenly clutched the front of his shirt. His heart was beating erratically, just like the chaotic world.
He began to feel a severe headache, perhaps due to the huge emotional impact, or perhaps it was a punishment from the unknown for his accomplice.
Even if it is to continue undercover in the organization without being discovered, it cannot be a reason or excuse to do such a thing.
*
Olga felt a pity when she saw Toru Amuro end Clara's life in a single stroke - they could have played a little longer. With Toru Amuro's help, they could save a lot of time on cleaning up the scene.
She pouted and watched Amuro Toru quietly busy in the room, then suddenly put on a smile.
Olga made her judgment—Amuro Toru accepted it.
This is natural.
He is the Bourbon of the organization, so how could he not accept it?
As usual, Olga followed behind Amuro Toru like a little tail, chattering away.
Unlike usual, this time, Toru Amuro did not respond to Olga, not a single word. He just silently cleaned up the crime scene, as if he was mechanically carrying out his task.
Why...
Why can you still smile so unconsciously?
Someone died!
Why...you act like nothing happened.
*
After cleaning up the crime scene, Olga left the house with Amuro Toru in a good mood.
Standing in front of the white sports car, Olga turned around and looked at the house ablaze for the last time, her eyes filled with obsession and excitement.
She loves flames!
And Amuro Toru, his dead eyes swept across Olga, and finally fixed on the flames rising into the sky.
The orange-red flames cannot make people feel warm.
The flames danced in Toru Amuro's pupils along with the cold wind, mixed with flying sparks, gradually engulfing the wooden house.
"Let's go."
Toru Amuro quietly looked away and opened the passenger door for Olga.
*
Nothing seems to have changed, yet everything seems to have changed.
Amuro Toru would still pick up Olga from school every day, would still prepare her favorite meals, and would still pick up her clothes that she had thrown on the ground...
But something was different.
Olga sat silently at the dining table, rolling up her favorite creamy spaghetti with a fork. Her expression was not good.
Toru Amuro sat across the table, quietly and seriously enjoying his dinner.
Something is different.
Olga pressed the fork with the pasta on it onto the plate, and the metal tip of the fork made a crisp "ding" sound when it collided with the ceramic plate.
No one spoke, and the only sound in the house was the news broadcast on TV.
It was Olga's case from a few days ago. As expected, there was no progress in the investigation. Then, perhaps because the victims all went to the same high school, the campus barn shooting case committed by Mike was brought up again.
Olga listened to the news absentmindedly, then pressed the remote to turn off the TV.
Now, the last trace of sound in the whole house completely disappeared, leaving only silence in the room, like the last calm before the storm.
Olga continued to roll up the pasta with her fork, but didn't eat a single bite. She propped her head up with her other hand, staring at Amuro Toru with a dark and unclear gaze.
However, Toru Amuro, who was sitting across the table, seemed unaware of the gaze and continued to enjoy his dinner seriously and attentively.
After an unknown amount of time, Olga suddenly put her fork down. The series of sounds made by the fork hitting the white porcelain plate seemed particularly abrupt in the silent house.
But this still didn't seem to affect Toru Amuro. He still kept his head down and eyes lowered while eating.
Olga tried hard to suppress her inner irritation and asked in a voice as calm as possible: "What do you want?"
Amuro Toru finally responded. He raised his head, met Olga's eyes, and asked calmly, "What's wrong?"
As if this was just another of Olga's unreasonable behavior.
Olga took deep breaths, her voice becoming distorted. “You’re asking questions even though you already know the answer.”
These words seemed to be spoken through gritted teeth.
Toru Amuro still picks up Olga from school every day, still prepares her favorite meals for her, and still picks up and puts away her clothes that she throws on the ground... However, all this seems like a routine task to complete the organization's tasks.
He would no longer smile in response to Olga, would no longer touch her head tenderly, and would no longer worry about her studies from the bottom of his heart...
However, Toru Amuro seemed unaware of Olga's suppressed emotions. He simply said, "Let's eat," then lowered his head and picked up his fork again.
Unfortunately, he was unable to continue the dinner.
Olga suddenly picked up the remote control and threw it at him.
The remote control did not hit Toru Amuro, but instead brushed past his cheek and fell to the ground.
Toru Amuro calmly bent down to pick up the remote control. Just as he was about to put it back on the table, Olga stood up, grabbed the tablecloth and overturned everything on the table to the ground.
For a moment, the quiet house was filled with the clattering sound of various tableware being smashed to the ground.
"Are you unhappy with me?!" Olga could no longer control her temper.
Toru Amuro didn't say anything. He took the garbage bag and started cleaning up the mess.
Olga took two steps forward and kicked away the plate he was about to pick up.
She sneered, "I didn't know the organization would also absorb kind-hearted 'good people'!"
Amuro Toru paused while cleaning up, then picked up a piece of enamel and put it into the trash bag as if nothing had happened.
Olga's sarcasm seemed to fall on cotton. Amuro Toru's lack of response made her irritation reach its peak. She snatched the garbage bag from Amuro Toru's hand.
"You want a cold war, huh? There's no need to go through so much trouble! Just get lost! I don't need you anymore!"
Olga spoke very quickly, and although she didn't lose her composure and yell directly, she made no effort to hide the harshness of her language.
"Anyway, you're already a member of the organization! You've already got a codename! There's no need for you to get close to me and curry my favor! I'm not that important in the organization! So you can get out! The boss values you so much! You'll definitely rise to higher positions in the future! There's no need to be content with just being an unimportant guardian!"
Olga snatched the trash bag from his hand, turned around, and began to clean up the mess on the ground. She simply grabbed the debris on the ground and threw it into the trash bag, not caring at all about the bloody marks on her palms.
Toru Amuro still didn't move. He just looked at Olga quietly, watching this child who had never done housework stumbling around and cleaning the restaurant in a not-so-clean manner, watching her not care about the blood on her hands.
Olga seemed to have completely ignored Toru Amuro. After cleaning up the restaurant, she turned around and went upstairs, slamming the door of her room with a bang.
*
Toru Amuro didn't know how long he had been standing in the restaurant, maybe a few minutes, or maybe a few hours.
Then, he silently cleaned up the place that Olga hadn't cleaned up. He found some medicine and gauze and placed them at Olga's door.
The initial encounter was not planned, and the subsequent interactions were not deliberate.
In the small garden in the early hours of the morning, a thin layer of frost covered the grass and trees. The golden osmanthus flowers had already faded, leaving only withered yellow leaves drifting and falling in the cold wind.
Toru Amuro held the phone, stared at the screen for a long time, but did not move.
If the ringing of the phone hadn't interrupted his thoughts, he might have stood here most of the night.
There was a familiar voice on the other end of the phone.
"Zero, we'll meet soon!"
Morofushi Kagemitsu excitedly told Amuro Toru about his mission, how he was sent, how he came into contact with the Black Organization, and how he got the opportunity to join.
His voice still carried the passion and innocence of youth.
Toru Amuro listened quietly the whole time, occasionally responding.
"What's wrong with you, Zero? Are you in a bad mood?" After calming down, Yu Junran quickly realized that something was wrong with Amuro Toru.
Amuro Toru tightened his grip on the phone and felt his throat dry.
"Hiro——"
He really wanted to tell Zhu Fujingguang that being undercover in the Black Organization was not a good thing. It would gradually wear you down until you became unlike yourself.
But, Amuro Toru couldn't say anything. They were police officers, and this was their job. He shouldn't say anything negative that would dampen morale.
Amuro Toru laughed self-deprecatingly. Perhaps even Jingguang wouldn't recognize him after seeing him now.
Regarding Amuro Toru's abnormal behavior, Morobushi Keimitsu, who was far away on the other side of the ocean, was very worried: "Zero, what happened?"
There was another long silence.
"...Hiro, I did something wrong."
He personally ended an innocent life, he helped to fabricate the scene, he let a dangerous criminal go free, he...
"I didn't teach her well."
Amuro Toru's words were incoherent, but the long-standing tacit understanding allowed Morofushi Kagemitsu to understand what he meant almost immediately.
"You mean... the child you mentioned before?"
Toru Amuro never told Keimitsu Morofushi that the child was Olga.
"……Um."
"She made a terrible mistake?"
"Um."
There was another brief silence.
Then, Zhu Fu Jingguang said with some difficulty: "Zero, you don't have to blame yourself so much. Even though she is still young, but..."
There are always some people in this world who are born bad and cannot be reversed and will never repent.
Morobushi Kagemitsu believed that Amuro Toru would understand what he hadn't said. In fact, as smart as Amuro Toru was, he shouldn't need his advice - they had learned this knowledge in the police academy.
Amuro Toru said nothing.
Zhu Fujingguang didn't know whether he accepted this statement. He could only hope that his friend would no longer be under such great pressure.
Even if he knew it was impossible, as long as that organization existed.
*
Toru Amuro started to get busy. Perhaps he was deliberately avoiding Olga, or perhaps the organization really suddenly assigned him more tasks.
Olga is still in a "cold war" with Toru Amuro. They don't talk to each other, and even the time they spend together is becoming less and less as Toru Amuro becomes busier.
Although Toru Amuro goes out early every day, he still prepares breakfast for Olga.
But what is different from the past is that now there will be no one to gently wake Olga from her sleep every morning. Instead, there is the cold and mechanical sound of the alarm clock.
Every day, after Olga was woken by the urgent sound of the alarm clock, she would go to the first-floor restaurant and see a table full of sumptuous meals. There was usually a small sticky note on the edge of the table, noting the time required to heat each dish.
That morning, Olga went downstairs as usual, saw a delicious breakfast as usual, and pulled out a chair and sat at the dining table with an expressionless face as usual...
She stared at the table full of dishes for a long time.
Today is the fourth Sunday in November, Thursday, which is Thanksgiving Day.
The food was still steaming slightly, it seemed that Toru Amuro had just left not long ago.
The room was very warm, and Toru Amuro had adjusted the heating temperature in advance.
Olga didn't know how long she sat at the table. Finally, she stood up, put on her coat, and left the room, leaving the table full of exquisite food untouched.
*
In the gray sky, snowflakes fell from the sky.
Olga left a trail of boot prints on the lightly covered snow as she walked to a nearby church.
When Olga pushed open the church door, the service had already begun, and people were praying devoutly and praising the merciful Lord.
Olga sat down quietly in the last row.
"Oh, I thought you weren't coming."
A familiar voice came to her ears. Even amidst the mixed prayers, Olga could still clearly distinguish the voice.
"Of course I'll come." Olga lifted the hood of her coat and turned to look at the woman beside her expressionlessly, "Vermouth."
Vermouth didn't care about Olga's cold attitude. She sat on the chair with her arms folded, looking casually at the pastor who was speaking not far away.
Olga would regularly meet with Vermouth to prove she was still alive. Although she felt this was unnecessary, considering the organization always had a handle on her situation, for some reason, the two, who had always disliked each other, inexplicably continued this unpleasant tradition.
After a long silence, Vermouth seemed to have noticed something and turned to look at Olga, then suddenly smiled in an ambiguous manner.
"You and Bourbon had a fight."
She said it in an almost affirmative tone.
Olga stopped pretending to recite the prayer, her face gloomy and silent.
Even though she had decided to go into a cold war with Amuro Toru, Olga never thought at first that she would not be able to tolerate it.
How can you bear to lose what you have already obtained?
Vermouth turned her gaze to the white-haired priest in the front, who was leading people in morning prayer with a pious expression.
Among the people praying devoutly in the room, Vermouth, with her arms folded, legs crossed, and speaking in a joking tone, stood out.
"It's not his fault, Arthas. You really didn't handle things very well before."
"What?" Olga frowned and looked at Vermouth warily. For a moment, she didn't understand what Vermouth meant.
But Vermouth met Olga's cold eyes calmly: "That fire and the shark slaughter—"
Olga curled her lips and breathed a sigh of relief: "So you knew."
Neither Boss nor Rum made any trouble, and Olga thought she had fooled them.
Then, she heard Vermouth chuckle softly: "Not only that, you were also the one behind the campus barn shooting, right?"
Olga shrugged and said nothing. Now that the organization knew about it, there was no point in quibbling. The punishment would come.
But Vermouth said: "Bourbon helped you hide it very well. I just guessed it and I have no evidence."
Olga's brows, which had just relaxed, furrowed again: "What do you mean?"
"Literally."
Vermouth took out a lighter from her pocket and looked like she wanted to light a cigarette. However, since this was a church, she could only press the lighter a few times before reluctantly putting the cigarette away.
"Bourbon helped you fake the scene, right?" Vermouth's tone was light, but it forced Olga to be extremely alert to respond.
He helped to falsify the scene and has not reported the matter truthfully to the organization - if this behavior is discovered by the organization, Toru Amuro will be in trouble.
Toru Amuro is the guardian of Olga, appointed by the organization, but he is first and foremost a member of the organization, and the organization's orders should take precedence. As Olga's guardian, one of Toru Amuro's duties is to monitor her and report all her situations to the organization truthfully.
Vermouth sneered at Olga's wary expression. "Even after a falling out, you're still trying to defend him? That's really unlike you, Arthas."
Olga said nothing, but stared at Vermouth with drooping eyelids.
"It's normal for Bourbon to be dissatisfied with this matter, as it wasn't handled so well." Vermouth was not frightened by Olga at all. She simply changed the subject and said, "You are too impulsive, Arthas. You need to learn to control your emotions."
Although Vermouth didn't know why Bourbon concealed this matter from the organization, the cunning guy always had his own considerations.
And Vermouth?
Naturally, she would not go to the trouble of reporting the matter to the organization.
When Olga heard what Vermouth said, the expression on her face became a little strange for a moment. She opened her mouth, but in the end only uttered a syllable "oh".
Vermouth thinks that the reason why Toru Amuro is angry is simply because her crime was not perfect and she acted too impulsively, so she got into trouble?
Are you kidding me?!
He is clearly having a Madonna episode!!!
Olga began to wonder what kind of image Bourbon had in the eyes of other people in the organization.
Could it be... cruel and ruthless...?
This is so amazing...
Olga suddenly realized that she seemed to have been away from the organization for too long without realizing it, so long that she didn't even know what Bourbon had done to make the people in the organization have such a terrible impression of him.
She felt a little dazed. In the six months that Toru Amuro had been her guardian, she seemed to have gradually changed, becoming so distant from the organization, like an ordinary child, almost forgetting what darkness should look like.
At the same time, Olga felt a huge sense of disharmony in her heart.
Toru Amuro deliberately maintains the image that he has in the minds of other members of the organization.
Why……
*
Vermouth simply raised an eyebrow at Olga's unusual behavior. She never thought she would misjudge anyone, including Bourbon.
Vermouth is very confident in her ability to judge people.
So, at the end of the service, Vermouth stood up, carrying her exquisite black leather bag, and pointedly said to Olga, "Bourbon looks easy to talk to, but in reality, he's a soft-spoken person."
After saying this, she turned and left the church.
Olga was still sitting in the chair, wondering what she was thinking.
It was not until the end of the service and the crowd dispersed that Olga was brought back to consciousness by the priest.
At that time, Olga was the only one left in the empty church, sitting alone on a chair.
"Little girl, what's bothering you?" The pastor was a kind old man with white hair and beard.
Olga suddenly jumped up from her chair, a look of sudden realization on her face: "I figured it out."
"Just figure it out," the pastor said. What Olga said was obviously different, but that didn't stop the kind pastor from making the sign of the cross on his chest and sincerely saying to Olga, "Good luck and God bless you."
"Thanks!"
*
Thursday is Thanksgiving Day, and schools will be closed from that day until the weekend.
As always, it snowed heavily in New York during Thanksgiving.
Olga had been waiting for Amuro Toru since Wednesday after school. But perhaps because she knew Olga would be on vacation and didn't need him to pick her up, or perhaps because the missions assigned to him by the organization were too busy...
That night, Olga waited in the heated hall until the early morning, and even fell asleep on the sofa, but Toru Amuro never came back.
On the table lay an untouched, exquisite meal, delivered from a restaurant at dinnertime. Amuro Toru, who was on a mission somewhere unknown, had already ordered the meal for Olga, and every dish was her favorite.
Olga stared at the dining table in silence, and after waking up, she couldn't fall asleep again. Perhaps because it was too late, her mind was in a mess, and she couldn't sort out her thoughts.
It was not until she heard the faint chirping of birds outside the window that Olga came to her senses - it was already dawn.
She turned her head mechanically, and her somewhat dazed pupils gradually regained focus as she looked at the light pouring into the house from the window, casting a white beam on the carpet.
After an unknown amount of time, the sound of children's laughter could be heard outside the window.
Yes, today is Thanksgiving, and originally, they were supposed to be on vacation in Hawaii.
Olga rolled her eyes, then stood up from the sofa and walked towards her room on the second floor. She did not touch the food on the table, even though it exuded an enticing aroma and even though her stomach had begun to ache.
After burying herself in the quilt, Olga still kept her eyes wide open.
Thanksgiving Day……
This was a very unfamiliar holiday to Olga. Or rather, all holidays seemed very unfamiliar to her, no different from any other winter or summer vacation.
But this Thanksgiving...
Olga felt irritated and a little sad.
She didn't understand why she had such a strange feeling. Although Amuro Toru hadn't come back, he would always come back, and the plans she made would always be carried out.
Why am I sad...
Is it because you are finally ready to give in, but the person you want to admit defeat to is gone?
*
After only an hour or two, Olga, who had finally begun to feel sleepy, was woken up by the doorbell. She went downstairs with a grim look on her face and opened the door—it was a delivery driver from a restaurant, a group of five or six people blocking the door.
Toru Amuro ordered breakfast for Olga.
The children's laughter outside was carried into the room by the cold wind, mixed with a few swirling snowflakes. Olga looked through the crack in the door and saw a couple of parents and their children building a snowman in the neighbor's yard.
The funny snowman has already taken shape, with a big smiling face drawn on it, which looks very silly.
Olga simply opened the door completely. She stood by the wide-open door with a cold face. The cold wind blew on her body, and her skin gradually became cold through her thin home clothes.
She watched the delivery staff remove all the food from the previous night's table, and watched them replace it with new dishes and arrange them on the plates.
All the food is fresh and there are even a few dishes made on site.
Afterwards, the leading delivery waiter was a little worried about the food from the previous day that had been taken away: "These--?" Olga had not touched the food from the previous day at all.
"Throw it all away, thank you."
Olga's voice was flat, with only a slight tremor due to the cold.
The delivery man's mouth dropped open in disbelief. He'd seen many wealthy people squander money, but this girl was truly unique.
"Is there any problem with our food?" the delivery waiter asked cautiously.
"No."
He saw the delicate little girl's eyelashes tremble, and then she said in a cold voice, "You don't have to deliver the meals anymore."
"But--"
The lead delivery attendant was perplexed. These were all pre-ordered items, and he assumed they were placed by the girl's parents while she was away from home.
The delivery attendant tried to persuade the child who was obviously throwing a tantrum, saying that at least going on a hunger strike was wrong, wasn't it?
However, after being stared at by the child with those beautiful emerald eyes, the delivery man no longer had such thoughts.
It was not until he left the warm house in despair and was blown by the cold Thanksgiving wind that he suddenly came to his senses - he was frightened by the look of a little child!
He took another look at the gorgeous house in front of him, which was out of tune with the lively atmosphere of the entire community, and then called on his colleagues to drive away.
*
Lunch and dinner were delivered by the restaurant as usual, but this time the restaurant was changed and the dishes were also varied.
In the evening, the restaurant served a Thanksgiving dinner. The waiter placed a whole turkey in the center of the table, and there were also apple pie, pumpkin pie, ice cream, various jams... It was a traditional Thanksgiving dinner.
The dining table was covered with a gold and red tablecloth, white candles were lit on the exquisite candlesticks, and ceramic tableware with gorgeous patterns was neatly placed.
The gorgeous crystal chandelier hanging from the ceiling emitted a warm yellow glow. The fire in the fireplace was lit, and the flames danced, as if trying their best to create a warm Thanksgiving atmosphere.
The waiter in the restaurant has left.
Olga stood at the dining table. She smelled the sweet aroma of apples. It was turkey.
She actually didn't like turkey because it was very tough. She just casually mentioned to Toru Amuro that stuffing turkey with apples was actually quite good.
The candlelight on the table danced, accompanying the flames in the fireplace, as if composing some music of flames.
The TV was turned on and playing the annual Thanksgiving party. The melody of the annual signature song "Amazing Grace" floated in the house, becoming the only source of sound.
Oh! What a heartwarming scene!
Olga suddenly felt very angry. She wanted to destroy something. She couldn't wait to break this ridiculous warmth and turn everything into chaos.
She tried hard to suppress the emotions rising in her heart, sat on the sofa, wrapped her arms tightly around the pillow, and took deep breaths.
But the jumping flames were like a catalyst, preventing her from completely calming down.
Olga loved fire, very much. Fire always stimulated her nerves and made her excited, especially when she set fire herself.
But she told herself that she couldn't get excited, at least not now.
So, Olga extinguished the fireplace and candles, turned off the gorgeous crystal chandelier, and turned off the TV. She drew the curtains tightly, as if to completely block out the light and laughter of the neighbors.
The whole house fell into darkness again, and the world seemed to have fallen silent.
Olga felt her heartbeat gradually slow down and curled up on the sofa.
It would eventually work out, she told herself. All she had to do now was wait, like a good hunter.
*
Toru Amuro didn't know what time he returned to "home". It must have been very late. The community was very quiet, with almost no light except for a few street lights.
The moment I opened the door, warm air rushed in my face, and combined with the cold outside to form a brief fog. The air was filled with the sweet smell of pumpkin pie and ice cream.
Amuro Toru quickly closed the door, took off his snow-soaked coat, and hung it on the coat rack. His body, stiff from the cold, felt much more relaxed in the warmth of the room, but his exhausted spirit remained.
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