Chapter 39 Chapter 39 Never Try to Get Rid of Me, Zero Zero
Olga opened the wooden warehouse and destroyed all the evidence with her own hands - all the evidence that could prove that Rena Mizunashi and the other two were undercover agents, and...something that was unfavorable to Toru Amuro.
A fire erupted in the center of the tall grass. Olga's last bullet struck the diesel generator.
She stood not far away, the firelight reflected in her dark eyes. She watched the blaze slowly fade away. Then, she dialed a number.
"I want to confirm something." Olga spoke in the voice of an adult male.
…
Olga hung up the phone and left without any regrets.
However, her hand in her pocket was tightly gripping the straight jumping knife.
Toru Amuro.
In the darkness, a ray of moonlight occasionally leaked out from the thick clouds and fell on Olga's face, making her expression even gloomier.
She repeated the name silently in her heart, and her eyes became darker every time she repeated it.
Zero zero,
What on earth are you——
*
When Toru Amuro returned to the small building, he saw the light on in the room.
After the door was opened, the originally vague piano sound became clearer - Olga was sitting in front of the piano in her nightgown, playing with great concentration.
There was still moisture in her eyes, and her skin was slightly pink, as if she had just taken a shower.
The music she played seemed to have no purpose, as if she was simply practicing. Or perhaps...she was simply letting out her emotions.
There was no expression on her face.
"...Olia?"
Amuro called out to her.
But Olga seemed to hear nothing, completely absorbed in her playing. Amuro Toru even felt like he was imagining Olga hitting the keys a little harder.
From Liszt's "Memories of Don Juan" to "The Devil", to "Danse Macabre" and "Wilson's Light"...
She didn't seem to be playing the piano, but rather looking like she was about to dismantle it.
"Olga..."
She is angry.
Amuro Toru stood at the entrance, watching Olga hammering away at the piano keys with the force of a hammer. He felt a rare sense of helplessness.
It's not that she didn't hear him, she was just ignoring him on purpose.
The piano music stopped abruptly.
Toru Amuro saw Olga stand up from the piano stool and look at him coldly.
"Don't you have anything to say to me?"
Facing Olga's question, Amuro Toru opened his lips blankly: "I..."
Olga looked at him quietly, but a storm seemed to be brewing in her eyes.
For a moment, Toru Amuro couldn't understand why she was angry, so he racked his brains to recall what he had done since dinner until now.
Then, he mumbled, "I...just called Vermouth. You know, there's no signal here—"
No, not this.
Amuro Toru realized this before he finished speaking. Olga was not angry about this.
Why is that?
For some reason, my usually smart brain seemed to have crashed at this moment and I couldn't make any sense of anything.
"Anything else?"
He heard Olga ask him in a flat tone.
Amuro Toru's lips moved. In the end, he just pursed his lips and shook his head.
He saw disappointment in Olga's eyes.
"Really?" She lowered her eyes, covered the piano, then turned around and walked upstairs in silence.
The uneasiness in his heart seemed to have reached its peak. Before his brain could react, Amuro Toru had already taken a few steps forward and grasped Olga's wrist.
"Olia...what happened?"
In the dim light, Amuro Toru saw her turn her head. Her face was hidden in the shadows, with only a small section of her pale chin cast a vague halo by the light.
He saw Olga curl the corners of her lips.
"Toru Amuro." She rarely called his full name.
They stood at the corner of the stairs for a long time in silence. Then, he heard her murmur:
"I hope it doesn't rain tomorrow."
Olga broke away from Toru Amuro's hand and walked upstairs in the dark.
*
Toru Amuro looked at his empty right hand and stood there for a long time, unable to come back to his senses.
He bent his five fingers, then clenched them into fists, as if he could hold on to the remaining warmth left by Olga.
Did she discover anything?
Amuro Toru stared at the ground in a daze.
Did she discover...his lies?
*
"Zero?"
After an unknown amount of time, a familiar voice came from behind him, and Amuro Toru suddenly came back to his senses.
"Hiro? You—"
"What's wrong with you?" Zhu Fujingguang was the first to ask this question.
"Me?" Amuro Toru blinked his dry eyes and forced a smile, "I'm fine."
Zhu Fujingguang hesitated a little: "You won't... stand here until now?"
Zhu Fujingguang came back very late. Now, the sky is already dimly light!
Toru Amuro just curled his lips but didn't say anything.
As if he had figured something out, Zhu Fu Jingguang suddenly frowned and asked, "Is it because—?"
He looked upstairs meaningfully.
Amuro Toru opened his mouth, but no denial came out.
Zhu Fujingguang saw this and felt even more uneasy: "Zero, you——"
He didn't know how to persuade her for a moment.
Zhu Fujingguang rarely, no, had never seen such a Jianggu Ling.
Rei Furuya has been like this since childhood. Although he appears cheerful and sunny on the surface, he is actually treacherous and arrogant, with a strong desire to win. Some people even think he is arrogant after spending a long time with him.
No one should expect this guy to show weakness or show signs of surrender.
Could it be that such a person like Furuya Rei... would actually show such a lonely expression because of another person?
Zhu Fujingguang found this unbelievable!
Even with a child, Rei Furuya should be the authoritative type of parent! How could he be led around by a naughty kid?
"Why?" Zhu Fu Jingguang sighed and tried to enlighten his childhood friend.
Unexpectedly, Toru Amuro just smiled helplessly.
Zhu Fujingguang was really shocked this time: "You don't even know how you offended her?!"
"Is that so..." Amuro Toru shrugged, then lowered his eyes. He clenched his hands at his sides, then unclenched them.
He had a vague guess, but...
He shook his head again.
Zhu Fujingguang looked at Amuro Toru in front of him and finally lowered his voice and whispered: "Zero, her influence on you is too profound."
Amuro Toru was stunned when he heard this, and his whole body seemed to be frozen in place. He stared at the ground with wide eyes without blinking.
is that so.
Was he really too deeply influenced by Olga?
Zhu Fujingguang patted Amuro Toru's shoulder vigorously, then went back to his room.
Amuro Toru stood there, thinking for a long time. After a while, he raised his hand and brushed back his slightly longer hair.
The light of day shone through the cracks in the window. It was daybreak.
Toru Amuro looked towards the second floor where Olga's room was, and his fingers gripping the handrail of the stairs tightened slightly.
Yes, he shouldn't be influenced too much by Olga. He is an undercover agent and he has his own responsibilities.
Of course, this doesn't mean that Olga is no longer important to him. However, Amuro Toru realized that he needed to adjust his mindset.
He turned to look out the window. The sky was already stained with golden light, and even the clouds seemed a little dazzling.
Today was the day Champagne would appear according to the intelligence. Champagne would be in Bristol Bay, meeting with a congressman and conducting a deal.
*
In her room, Olga sat in front of the dressing mirror, absentmindedly applying makeup to her face. Next to her, a wig, clearly untended, lay carelessly on the table.
Golden sunlight shines into the room through the glass windows.
Olga turned and looked out the window.
The weather today is really nice.
After hastily applying her makeup, Olga put on her wig and tidied it up casually. Then, she opened the wardrobe and took a set of masculine clothes from the corner, then used padding to fill out the oversized clothes...
…
When everything was ready, Olga looked in the mirror and saw a man at least six feet tall reflected in it. He had short black hair, a thin but three-dimensional face, and skin as pale as a vampire.
The only flaw is that this "man" has big dark circles under his emerald eyes.
Olga curled her lips. It couldn't be helped. She hadn't slept the previous night... She was too lazy to cover her dark circles. As for her eyes? Cosmetic contact lenses have an expiration date. The ones she'd dumped in this house a few years ago were no longer usable.
Olga acted on impulse this time, so naturally she didn't prepare anything for disguise in advance.
After frowning and looking at the person in the mirror for a long time, Olga suddenly smiled maliciously. She sat down at the table, took out a piece of paper from the drawer, and quickly wrote a line of round characters on the paper with a pen in her left hand.
Finally, she pressed her phone against the paper.
Want to get rid of my influence on you?
Olga recalled the conversation she overheard last night, and the curve of her mouth widened.
Don’t even think about it!
She stood up, humming a song as she pushed open the secret door in the room.
Don't ever think about getting rid of my influence on you.
Even if I die, I will become a ghost and haunt you forever. Don't try to get rid of me, Lingling.
I will forgive you if...
*
At 9:30 in the morning, Olga appeared on a seaside cliff in Bristol Bay on time.
The wind was so strong on the cliff that she couldn't help but worry that her disguise would be blown away.
The congressman who wanted to negotiate a deal with the organization had already been waiting there. The fat, bald congressman was carrying an alloy suitcase and constantly wiping the cold sweat from his forehead with a handkerchief.
"Do you still feel hot in such a strong wind?"
Olga let out a deep, male voice from her throat. She put her hands in the pockets of her windbreaker and walked towards the councilman.
The fat congressman was so frightened when he suddenly heard a strange voice behind him that even the fat on his belly trembled.
He turned around like a thief and looked around vigilantly with his triangular eyes. After confirming that there was no one around, he made a silent gesture to Olga.
Olga sneered silently, but still lowered her voice as he wished, "Did you bring everything?"
The congressman nodded quickly, looking as if he wanted to just shove the suitcase at Olga and run away.
At this moment, a huge rumbling sound suddenly came from the originally quiet waves and wind.
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