Chapter 37 Chapter 37 Let me ask you again, are you an undercover agent?
Because she had been playing the piano since she came back, Olga's knuckles were now slightly red from the cold.
"Did something good happen?" Toru Amuro found a pair of gloves and helped Olga put them on her hands.
"Secret, don't wear gloves. It's inconvenient to eat." Olga wrinkled her nose and wanted to take off the gloves.
As if he had anticipated this, Amuro Toru pressed a hot water bottle into her hands as she took off her gloves and tossed them aside. "Although using a hot water bottle in this season is a bit excessive."
"I think it's great." Olga had never seen a hot water bottle before, so she turned it over and over in her hands for a long time.
Amuro Toru looked at Olga's curious expression and couldn't help but laugh and remind her, "Dinner is getting cold."
Olga dragged the chair next to Amuro Toru: "Zero, feed me!"
Amuro Toru was helpless: "Olia, you are already a big boy."
Olga said confidently: "But I have to hold the hot water bottle, I can't hold the cutlery!"
Obviously, you can hold the hot water bottle with one hand.
But in the end, Toru Amuro started his own feeding business.
It's not like I haven't fed Olga before, anyway. Amuro Toru thought to himself. In fact, he felt that he had quite a lot of experience in feeding Olga, to the point where he could tell what she wanted to eat just by looking at her.
After all, Olga especially loved playing games while eating. And as for games, suddenly saying you need to eat and then going offline in the middle of a game is certainly unethical.
*
After dinner, Amuro Toru and Olga sat across from each other on the sofa. Amuro Toru found the latest local newspaper to read, while Olga lazily stretched out on the sofa like a well-fed seal.
The flames flickered in the red brick fireplace beside me, and the whole cabin appeared a dim, warm yellow under the light.
Suddenly, Toru Amuro casually asked, "Olia, have you heard about the champagne incident?"
"Hmm?" Olga's voice sounded a little muffled, as if she was about to fall asleep.
"It is said that Champagne is going to trade with a big shot in Bristol Bay." Toru Amuro turned to the last page of the newspaper in his hand.
"Oh—" Olga's hazy eyes instantly regained clarity. She calmly looked at Amuro Toru across from her, "—that's indeed the case. But... Lingling, why are you asking this?"
Amuro Toru seemed to have finished reading the newspaper. He folded the papers neatly and set them aside. "Perhaps out of curiosity. After all, they would choose a place like this to conduct the transaction—"
Toru Amuro didn't finish his words, he just smiled and shrugged, the meaning was self-evident.
Indeed, conducting major transactions in such a remote and underdeveloped place is not a good choice no matter how you think about it - even the mobile phone signal here is intermittent!
"Who knows what that guy is thinking." Olga muttered and yawned, tears welling up in her eyes. She looked really tired.
Yes, a child, no matter how energetic he is, will feel sleepy by this time after playing outside all day.
So Amuro Toru couldn't help but lower his voice: "If you are sleepy, go to sleep."
Olga grumbled "hmm" in a muffled voice, stood up from the sofa and walked towards the wooden stairs.
Before going up the stairs, she suddenly turned around.
"Zero Zero, you—" Her emerald eyes turned stiffly around, finally fixing on Amuro Toru's face, "—you're not an undercover agent, are you?"
Toru Amuro paused while clearing the table.
He looked at her. Her face was clearly tired, and her voice was thick with weariness. But these words still made Amuro Toru's heart almost stop.
This was the second time she asked him this question in just six months.
"How come?"
Toru Amuro moved his facial muscles to make a perfect expression, repeating the words he had said to Olga a long time ago.
"...Is that so? That's good." Olga lowered her eyes, as if talking to herself.
Finally, she walked up the stairs. The wooden steps creaked with age, and Amuro Toru watched her back disappear into the darkness in silence.
"Don't try to find out about Champagne, don't try to get close to him, otherwise—"
Olga's vague voice came from the darkness.
"—You'll regret this."
*
The night in the village is very quiet, and occasionally the sound of waves can be heard.
Olga sat quietly on the bed, looking at the sky outside the window.
The weather is not very good today. The thick clouds almost cover the entire sky and the stars are not visible.
She felt a slight headache, her nose felt sore, and even her eye sockets felt a little hot, as if liquid wanted to flow out of them.
It was a novel experience, at least for Olga, and she knew it was a sign that her body wanted to cry.
Of course she wouldn't cry.
So she just kept her chin up and looked stubbornly at the starless sky outside the window.
The good mood she had felt at dinner had vanished without a trace, replaced by a strange, incomprehensible complex of emotions, like a thousand mixed together. The only thing Olga could discern was anger.
Why would he know this?
This should have been a trap set for the three little mice alone.
Olga blinked. Her brain seemed to be split in two. The other part kept arguing and repeating: Of course he would know, he and Morifushi Kagemitsu were friends.
But why did he come to ask her, why did he come to her to verify it? The rational part kept clamoring. With his intelligence, if he wasn't an undercover agent, there was no way he couldn't see the strangeness here!
No, perhaps it was because he noticed something was wrong...
The less rational part completely died down, only to come back madly a few seconds later.
To revenge! If he deceived her——
Olga felt her fingertips trembling and her breathing was not smooth.
revenge?
This word should be extremely familiar to her, but now it seems so strange.
No, no! She's not sure yet... She needs evidence!
Olga stood up quickly, began to change her clothes quickly, and then slipped out under the cover of night.
Before leaving, she looked back at the three-story house. At this moment, there was no one inside.
*
After dinner, after watching Olga go back to her room to rest, Toru Amuro took out his cell phone.
No signal received.
He sighed and left the building. Olga was the only one left in the house, but fortunately, the people in this village were honest and the security was good, so Amuro Toru could leave Olga here alone without worry.
Toru Amuro walked towards the library in the center of the village - the place with the best signal in the entire village.
There were no street lights in the village at night and the roads were not well built. Amuro Toru had to move forward slowly under the dim moonlight, turning on the flashlight on his mobile phone.
There was silence all around, and Amuro Toru couldn't help but recall what Olga had just said.
Did she notice something...?
No matter how many times he recalled Olga's eyes at that time, Amuro Toru felt suffocated. He didn't like seeing that look in Olga's eyes, that... empty look.
She should be alive.
She is still young and she will have a wonderful life in the future.
even--
Amuro Toru's fingers gripping the phone kept tightening.
He had even prepared more than a dozen contingency plans. If… if there was a one in ten thousand chance that Champagne could be caught, then he would take Olga away from the organization and let her live the life of a normal child.
but--
A fierce look flashed in Amuro Toru's eyes. He felt that this incident, from beginning to end, was strange in every way.
*
The village library was closed, but fortunately, the communication signal did not go down along with the library.
Toru Amuro leaned against the wall of the library and made a phone call in the faint light from the moon.
"Bourbon?"
The call was connected quickly.
Even though there was a four-hour time difference and even though it was already early morning in New York, Vermouth still quickly answered the call from Amuro Toru.
Has she been waiting for this call?
Why?
Amuro Toru frowned, but his voice was calm: "You specifically asked me to keep an eye on Olga before—"
Vermouth didn't even wait for Amuro Toru to finish before asking hurriedly, "What happened to Arthas?"
The sense of disobedience in my heart became even stronger.
Amuro Toru calmed down and followed his pre-planned method step by step to ask questions. He did not directly answer Vermouth's question, but instead asked her, "You asked me to pay attention to Olga, is it related to champagne?"
There was silence on the other end of the line.
Toru Amuro could hear Vermouth's suddenly heavier breathing, followed by a faint sigh.
"Have you heard the news too?" When she spoke again, Vermouth's tone was normal.
"Well, I heard a little bit." Amuro Toru's eyes sharpened, "So - that news, is it true?"
Vermouth sneered, "Wouldn't it be faster to just ask Arthas? Or do you trust me more than Arthas?"
In Amuro Toru's mind, there was no comparison between Vermouth and Olga. But Amuro Toru simply said, "News verified by multiple sources will be more accurate."
"Ah," Vermouth stood up from the recliner, walked to the French window and looked out at the brightly lit night scene of New York, "Why are you so interested in champagne, Bourbon?"
"Olga always warned me not to get into champagne, but now I've become interested in it."
Just by listening to the tone, Vermouth could already imagine Bourbon's arrogant look on the other end of the phone.
As for whether calling her late at night to verify the news would seem too hasty?
Bourbon always had this kind of infernal schedule, which Vermouth knew. Moreover, he obviously wanted to avoid Olga's call. So, this infernal time was indeed very suitable.
If he was really an undercover agent, he would definitely be more patient, Vermouth thought.
Vermouth walked to the bar, poured herself a glass of red wine, and said leisurely: "Bourbon, in this organization, excessive curiosity is not a good thing."
Just as he had discovered her secret, just as he now wanted to explore the secret of champagne.
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