Chapter 84 Chapter 84 Ling Ling is like a cat
Olga replied coldly, then turned around and walked towards the hallway.
Vermouth's voice came from behind: "They don't even know the existence of the organization, what kind of trouble can they cause?"
"I hope so."
After saying that, Olga slammed the door and left the room filled with Vermouth's unpleasant aura.
She is unhappy. She wants to see Rei Furuya.
As for Vermouth?
Let her do whatever she wants.
Olga didn't actually think that Kudo Shinichi and his group could pose any real threat to the organization. However, that bad premonition lingered in her heart and could not be dispelled.
Their influence on Vermouth was greater than she had expected.
*
The plane landed at Tokyo's Narita Airport in the early afternoon.
It should have been the sunniest time of day, but the Tokyo sky was gray. The plane's landing gear suddenly touched the runway, making a loud humming noise. Then came the weighty sensation of a rapid taxi, accompanied by occasional turbulence.
Something quickly streaked past the porthole, leaving behind a thin, intermittent streak. Then, more and more of these streaks appeared.
The plane's taxiing gradually stopped, and those long and thin traces turned into drops of water, winding down.
Olga opened her eyes, her emerald green eyes glancing out the porthole. It was raining.
It rarely rains in Tokyo in late April.
Olga stared at the gray sky for a few seconds before standing and heading toward the cabin door. The outside wind seeped in through the gap between the cabin door and the jet bridge, bringing a chill.
Olga pulled down the sleeves of her rolled-up sweatshirt. She had bought a direct flight to Japan immediately after leaving Vermouth, so she hadn't packed any luggage, not even a cell phone charger.
As soon as they left the airport, the false warmth brought by the indoor air conditioning immediately disappeared, and Olga's skin soon turned a little purple due to the cold.
She lowered her head and glanced at her phone screen. It was 1:45 pm. Furuya Rei was less than 2 miles away from the airport. The location was...
Olga's eyebrows furrowed as she recognized the Japanese word for "cemetery."
She looked up at the sky again. The heavy clouds were still hanging low and the rain showed no sign of stopping.
Olga then put her phone back in her pocket, pulled on the hood of her sweatshirt, and stepped out into the drizzling rain. Where she had been standing, a crushed, insignificant piece of machinery lay quietly in the corner.
Because he wanted to be alone after quarreling with Vermouth, he threw away the locator installed by the organization on his body. This reason should be reasonable, right?
*
It was an ordinary cemetery, neither dilapidated nor luxurious.
In contrast to America, where burials are common, Japanese cemeteries, where cremation is prevalent, have stone tombstones placed close together, inscribed with the names and dates of birth and death of the deceased. Their photographs, in either color or black and white, all bear a smile.
What's so funny?
Maybe it's really interesting.
Probably due to the weather, the cemetery was empty and the rain made the atmosphere even more depressing.
Olga found Rei Furuya in front of a tombstone somewhere.
That tombstone looked like the others around it: just as narrow, just as darkened by the heavy rain, and the ground beside it was covered with nascent grass. The only difference was that, in the photo, the tomb's owner's smile was a bit brighter.
Date Hang.
Olga narrowed her eyes slightly and recognized the person in the photo.
There was no bouquet of flowers in front of the grave. Only a toothpick was placed coldly on the grave, and rolled a short distance with the wind when the strong wind blew.
At that time, Furuya Rei was crouched on one knee in front of the grave, motionless, as if he had become a stone monument, not even noticing that his clothes were soaked by the rain. Olga watched his back from a distance, momentarily lost in thought.
His back was always straight, as if nothing could overwhelm him. But now, his back was almost hunched, and his head was slightly lowered.
Olga couldn't see his expression, but even at such a distance, she could still feel the strong and oppressive atmosphere.
She knew it was inappropriate, but she just felt for no reason that he was like an abandoned cat, waiting alone in the rain for someone who would never come back.
Olga then began to feel a little uncomfortable, with a slight pain in her heart and all the bones in her body.
She couldn't quite describe the feeling, but it was overwhelming, and she desperately wanted to do something to break it.
*
It wasn't until something hard hit the back of his head that Fūya Rei came to his senses.
Raindrops slid down his hair and onto his eyelashes, blurring his vision. His almost frozen fingertips twitched, and his scattered thoughts gradually gathered.
After less than a second of judgment, Furuya Rei's always astute brain immediately realized that it was not Mu Cang who was resisting him.
He should have said something, but he was too tired, too tired to even utter a word. So, he thought in despair, let the person behind him speak first, and let him be quiet for a while, just a little while.
But the person behind him never said a word.
The next second, the torrential rain seemed to stop, accompanied by the sound of raindrops hitting something.
…
No, the rain didn't stop.
Furiya Rei raised his head, looking upwards past the rain curtains falling around him. But what he saw was no longer the low, gloomy sky, but instead the pitch-black canopy of an umbrella.
Then, he heard a familiar voice, which seemed a little blurry in the rain:
"Zero Zero, your vigilance is really——"
Furuya Ling didn't hear what she said clearly, perhaps because the rain was too noisy. He just obeyed his instinct and stood up, hugging her tightly.
Her clothes were soaked through, and the two cold bodies pressed together felt strangely warm.
Rei Furuya buried his face in the crook of her neck, his nose filled with the familiar, faint scent of cherry blossoms.
"Let me hold you for a while... just for a while, okay?"
He could feel Olga's initially slightly stiff muscles gradually relax, accompanied by an imperceptible sigh.
Rei Furuya felt Olga hug him back with one hand and pat his back gently. It was light, but it must have been all her strength.
"I'm already hugging you, why are you asking me why?"
*
Olga held the black umbrella high in her right hand and gently patted Rei Furuya's back with her left hand. She had never seen Rei Furuya so fragile.
That's right, fragile.
This word didn't seem so appropriate to be used on Rei Furuya, but it was the only result Olga got after searching her brain.
Ah, perhaps he was also vulnerable on the night Zhu Fujingguang died, but not as "blatant" as he is now.
Yes, Olga thought, blatantly. Rei Furuya was being too out of control, especially since he knew his undercover identity had been exposed to her.
She wanted to use the umbrella to pretend to hit him with a fist to scare him, and then he should retract his fragile expression, put on his mask again, talk to her with a smile, and be his bourbon again.
But he didn't. Instead, he completely shed his mask, revealing his true vulnerability. It was like a cat that had been baring its claws and teeth, but now cautiously reveals its belly to you.
Was this also considered pushing things too far? It was as if he really didn't see her as a dangerous member of the organization anymore, Olga thought with some distress.
"Olia."
"Hmm?" Furiya Rei's voice brought Olga back to her senses.
"You must... not be in any trouble."
"Eh?" Olga was a little surprised at why Rei Furuya suddenly said that. She wanted to turn her head to see his expression, but he held her tightly in his embrace, unable to move.
So, she could only stand there in this position and continue to listen to him say: "...I can't lose you again."
“…”
It was rare for Rei Furuya to show his emotions this way. No, it could almost be said that he never did. Normally, getting this stubborn guy to say something like this would be harder than climbing to heaven.
Olga was stunned for a moment. Then, from an angle that Furuya Rei couldn't see, her eyes grew darker, but the corners of her mouth curled up: "Okay."
"I understand." Her voice was strangely gentle and affectionate. "I will definitely not let us separate."
*
Olga originally wanted to make Furuya Rei sad.
She found pleasure in making those who cared about her feel sad because of her. Olga always knew how to stir up Rei Furuya's emotions. For example, she could take him to a coffin shop and say she wanted to choose a coffin for herself.
Oh, and maybe she could even go on and on about her experience lying in a coffin and then express her obsession with it.
I think he must be sad and angry.
But……
never mind.
Olga didn't do it in the end. Perhaps she changed her mind the moment she saw him squatting alone in the rain.
For the next two weeks, Olga stayed at Rei Furuya's place again. This time, Rei Furuya didn't force her to go to the hotel, but he seemed to be deliberately avoiding Olga. When they had to communicate, he pretended to be calm, but his body language gave him away completely.
What is this?
shy?
Avoidant attachment?
Is it because of what he said in the cemetery that day?
Well, think about him, such a strong-willed person who calls himself an elder, but he said such fragile words in front of the "child" in his eyes -
After watching Rei Furuya say goodbye to her awkwardly and leave, Olga curled up on the sofa, took out her cell phone with a bit of amusement, and planned to start playing games.
Unfortunately, a ringing sound disrupted Olga's game plan.
The plan was that the moment the bell rang, Olga's eyes would flash and she would sit up straight on the sofa, her relaxed expression gone.
"Alsace."
An old and gloomy voice came from the other end of the phone.
…
"yes."
Olga stood up from the sofa, picked up her coat from the hanger, and left the apartment.
As she hurried toward her destination, she lowered her head and quickly typed an email to Rei Furuya on her phone. Informing Olga of her whereabouts before leaving, even if it was just a false statement, was a habit she had developed without even realizing it.
About half an hour later, Olga stepped on the brakes and looked up at the manor in front of her.
This familiar, disgusting manor.
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