[Multiple personality manifestations + self-destructive tendencies + watered-down wine caused by node changes]
Suddenly, in the quiet and dark room, there was the sound of glass breaking, accompanied by heavy breathing and a low curse.
After a while, the young man lying on the bed opened his eyes, and a hint of helplessness flashed across his golden eyes, which were as deep as the twilight.
He stood up, turned on the light, took the broom from the living room, and swept all the broken glass into the trash can.
'Zhe, what happened?'
The young man asked himself in his heart, but got no answer.
"I have gone back to my room and shut myself in. I guess I am having a nightmare?" A slightly loud male voice sounded in my mind without warning.
"Really..."
The young man sighed slowly, took out a pair of optical glasses from the cabinet next to him, put them on, and then used a bandage to bandage the wound on his hand that was slowly bleeding.
He walked back to the living room, got a cup of hot water, and leaned quietly on the sofa, wondering what had happened to make the protagonist so excited.
Yes, what happened?
In the dark environment, Liqueur lay indifferently in the void, his restlessness piling up, making him want to tear up the inexplicable thing with his bare hands.
——The thing that can pull him back from extinction is something that calls itself a "forum".
"What on earth do you want to do?" He said to himself with some mockery, "I ruined the plot of this world? They are all alive, what's wrong with me wanting to die?"
"Since you can pull me back, then why did you wait so long? Are you looking for another substitute to complete your 'manga'? Are you greedy and want to have it both ways?"
"It was me who captured that world... What bargain did you make?"
His reasoning did not receive any response. It was as if the forum had pulled him back from his deep sleep and then tossed him aside without a care in the world.
Like garbage.
Liqueur feels unreasonably annoying.
What's more annoying is that from time to time he can hear the voices of his deputy calling him in his mind, but judging from their responses, their memories are not in sync with his.
It was a bit ridiculous to go back in time, but for a lopsided god like him who only had a little ability, it was enough to use.
Yes, liqueur is a junk god hidden in this world, and even junk has to play along with the plot of this world.
He had already saved them once, and now they were back to the time before liberation overnight. Did he have to perform another act of self-sacrifice to let those guys survive?
Oh - and then watch them send themselves to jail out of unnecessary pity and get a gun as a reward?
Liqueur thought expressionlessly, what a fucked up thing this is.
But he couldn't let those guys die, just because those things... were justice.
The white-haired young man's light golden eyes narrowed. He thought of the war in which he was first born, the faces of those who seemed panicked and begged to survive, but then killed the other party in the next moment.
There is only one 그... He filled his other side with truth and told him what
——The meaning of the word.
Liqueur sighed lightly, and the negative thoughts that surged up in his heart made his fingers twitch twice involuntarily, but in the silent space of consciousness, he couldn't even hurt himself.
There was no other choice. The moment he came to his senses, he had already sunk into darkness. Together with Number Five, no one could escape this game of fate.
"You're starting over, right?" he murmured. "Then let's be more covert this time."
As long as he was more careful and didn't reveal his good intentions, those guys wouldn't make unnecessary concessions, right?
Maybe they could die more quickly afterwards, avoiding torturing each other.
He staggered away from his consciousness.
The next moment, the young man holding the water cup was in a trance for a moment. After he opened his eyes, the golden light like quicksand faded away and turned into a thin morning light.
He looked at the bandage on his hand and made an irritable "click" sound, but his hands could not help but press hard on the wound, trying to find the lingering pain.
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"Toru Amuro, your shooting training will be handed over to Liqueur later." Gin's cold voice sounded inside the Porsche.
Fūya Rei shuddered violently and almost pulled out the gun from his waist and aimed it at the source of the sound.
What's going on?! Wasn't the organization already wiped out long ago?
I never thought I would hear Gin's cold and hoarse voice again, but at this moment, the public security police quickly demonstrated their good professionalism and restrained their actions.
He glanced around subconsciously. The scene was familiar, and Gin's words were familiar. It was the first time they went to meet Liqueur.
So - is this a time travel or a dream?
Furuya Ling put his doubts in his heart and asked calmly: "I remember that I have passed all the shooting tests. Why do I have to do it again?"
Last time, he just replied indifferently with "Oh", and didn't care who Liqueur was, but assuming this was rebirth or the past, Furuya Rei felt that he couldn't start over again in vain.
There are still too many mysteries about his predecessor. Even though they have lived together for several years, Rei Furuya still doesn't understand Tetsuko Kamiya's past and his thoughts.
If there is still a possibility of returning, then now is an opportunity...
Gin didn't seem to expect him to ask questions. He paused while looking at his phone, then turned around and said succinctly, "You don't need to know."
Then, directly to Vodka, he said, "Go get a sandwich without lettuce."
Vodka let out an "ah", somewhat puzzled as to why Gin suddenly said that, but he still obediently got out of the car and went to a nearby convenience store to buy something.
Fūya Rei knew that this was breakfast for Kamiya Tetsuko, but he didn't know that his senior would vomit after eating lettuce until the organization was destroyed.
After 땤Gin놇Vodka left, he glanced at his phone again and snorted with disdain.
"I'd like to see him..." He whispered half of the sentence, blurring out the main point afterwards.
All he saw was a text message on the phone screen asking for more lettuce, which he deleted without thinking.
…
Sure enough, this shooting training was just a cover, and Gin's goal was liqueur.
Furiya Rei stared at Gin's back, wondering how he could get the intelligence as quickly as possible and destroy this organization if he had the chance to do it again.
After all, in the future when the organization was destroyed, Gin could not find any trace, which made the Red Team terrified for many years.
Now, as long as he took out his gun and shot Gin in the back, this serious threat would be solved.
But...what is going on here? Was he reborn or did he travel through time?
Regardless of whether it was rebirth or time travel, when Furuya Rei saw the figure walking towards the morning light, he couldn't help but clench the fist hidden under his sleeves.
The white-haired young man looked cold and gloomy. He didn't care about Gin's thoughts, whose face turned dark because of his delay. He just went straight to eat the sandwich slowly.
He ate in a very polite manner, chewing slowly and carefully, but there was also a sense of inexplicable resentment in his heart.
The pair of golden eyes met his for a moment, then looked away without any lingering feelings.
The predecessors of the organization...
Fūya Reishin exhaled slowly. He couldn't quite remember what Liqueur said at that time, but it seemed that it was not much different from what it said now?
If his memory is correct, Liqueur will be triggered by Gin's illness and then completely anger Gin.
He really wanted to step forward and interrupt their conversation, but - what if Liqueur was not the senior he knew?
It's too early now. He still needs to observe the situation and can't expose himself so early.
Although a lot of comfort has passed, the caution in Furuya Linggu has never disappeared.
"I'll give it to you directly."
"Huh? You're so generous this time?" The voice in my head was eager to try.
Liqueur had already experienced the following thing once, and was too lazy to compete with the deputy who got excited when he saw a gun.
He simply gave up the right to use his body, and watched coldly as Kamiya Kiriyuki shot the target that belonged to Gin.
The deafening sound of gunfire and explosions seemed to come from his ears, and the bullet hit the bull's eye, spurting out sticky and hot blood. Liqueur felt that his thoughts stopped for a moment.
"Don't look." Another faint voice came, directly covering his eyes.
"I am such a waste indeed." Liqueur muttered in the darkness, "If possible, I will do it earlier this time..."
"We are not dead yet." Kamiya Akiaki soothed, "Don't even think about it before then, it's impossible."
'Oh.'
It's all lies.
Otherwise, how did he come back from the dead?
Liqueur has always known that he is an outlier and no one, including himself, will accept him.
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Sure enough, the trance of the liqueur at that time was the opportunity for the personality switch, and the one who fired the gun was obviously Kamiya Kiriyuki.
Furuya Rei was watching this farce that was almost the same as he remembered. When she looked at him with eyes that were a shade grayer than light gold, there was a hint of scrutiny and interest in them.
The senior looked at him with a calm expression, as if he didn't care about anything, but Kamiya Kiriyuki still retained a sense of curiosity.
Fūya Rei remembered what Matsuda Jin and others said. At this time, Liqueur was in the darkest and most depressed period. He felt pain and suffering to help Morobushi Jingguang, but he couldn't help but reach out to the light.
His mental state is very bad.
However, this time, it seemed that because Fūya Rei's cold and indifferent gaze was too obvious, Liqueur did not ask him if he could see hallucinations. Instead, after a moment of trance, he switched styles again.
In fact, Furuya Rei has always been curious about how his senior found out his true identity.
Although she had never left his sight since they met, in just that short period of contact, Liqueur had already done something that was not appropriate for a member of the organization.
As he was thinking this, his cell phone rang.
At the same time, they received a text message from Gin about Bourbon's mission to obtain an assessment.
Before, he had been asked if he could do it, but this time, Liqueur just said "Let's go" indifferently and left first.
Fūya Rei clearly realized how decadent and closed-minded his predecessors were at that time.
It was like a dead soul being stuffed back into a broken body.
The process after that was exactly the same, except that compared to the cautious testing in the past, the current Furuya Reiko could look at the liqueur without restraint.
Because he knew that Liqueur would not take such a look to heart at all. In fact, the moment he met Liqueur, his identity as a public security officer was no longer a secret.
His predecessors always accommodated him and protected him, but as the number of undercover agents increased, Liqueur became more tired and stretched.
Eventually, Angus discovered the clues and everything collapsed. Similarly, the Red Team was able to defeat the organization in one fell swoop because they seized this opportunity.
Fūya Rei felt that he was in a very unusual state. The data that needed to be uploaded to the public security could not make him concentrate at the moment. It seemed that all his attention was on the man who was leaning against the back seat holding a thermos cup and looking angry.
Observing more carefully than in the previous life, he naturally discovered more clues: under the slightly lifted sleeve was a bandage, with a dark crow tattoo inside, but besides this insignificant "wound", there were other scattered wounds.
The bloodstains on the fingers revealed when they were raised; the bruises were covered up by the last piece of bandage; the other thin wrist hidden in the sleeve looked particularly empty, the wound on it had signs of being torn and even had obvious fingerprints visible.
Did the senior do it himself?
"Don't look at me, drive your car." Liqueur finally warned him coldly, pulled down his sleeves, and completely closed the corner where the sun couldn't shine.
Like a black cat that would try to hide itself when it sees a stranger.
Suddenly, Furiya Rei didn't want to test the waters anymore. He wanted to just reveal his identity and be honest with his senior.
But looking at the other party's gloomy and scrutinizing gaze, he opened his mouth, but was unable to speak.
After all, as a public security undercover, if he handed over his identity so recklessly, no one would believe it even if he told him liqueur, right?
It can only be done gradually...
This time, Furutani Rei completed the task seriously and did not give Liqueur the opportunity to go upstairs to help, but the other party still indifferently used the excuse that "the organization does not need this information" and casually threw the false information that would expose the undercover agent to the side of the road.
The blonde undercover agent has mixed feelings.
However, on the way back this time, he did not ask whether he wanted to eat or not. After all, the result was definitely a bland "no appetite".
Hmm, I don't know if he is the only one who has the memory. When I meet Hiro, I can ask him to help make a dessert for my senior.
With this thought in mind, after delivering the liqueur to the apartment, Furuya Rei left without saying a word.
Liqueur watched quietly as the undercover agent from the public security department, who belonged to the "righteousness" side, left, his heart indifferent.
Furuya Rei was even colder and more cautious than the last time he experienced him, and was more defensive towards him, probably thinking he was someone like Gin.
But so what?
It doesn't matter if you dislike him a little bit, as long as the righteous party can pry the nodes of this organization, he will naturally rush into the endless darkness.
Everyone will applaud, right? One less piece of trash in the organization, one killer in the police.
His death is the best of both worlds.
"You need to eat something." Kamiya Akiaki's voice echoed in my mind, "If you can't eat, you can eat some sweets. There are plenty in the room."
"There's no need." When there was no time, Liqueur didn't want to hide his abnormality, he murmured directly, "I don't want to eat anything now."
Whether it was being pulled back from death or meeting his indifferent younger generations again, these things made Liqueur feel physically and mentally exhausted.
The road ahead is so long and hopeless, and every stop is so difficult.
Too tired to think.
Why is it him...
Liqueur walked into the apartment, went straight to his bedroom, opened the drawer and took out a sharp dagger.
"What do you want to do now!" Kamiya Akiaki's voice rose for a moment, "Why did you suddenly do this again?"
Yeah, how could it happen so suddenly?
What else can he do when there is no absolute honesty between himself and his deputy?
"I can't die." He left the room with the dagger in his hand, like a wandering soul, his tone full of fatigue, "I want to rest for a while."
Kamiya Misty appeared and said excitedly: "You can play the game, or I can do it."
“Not interested at the moment.”
There is no point in playing a game console that you have already played. Playing it again will not change the outcome.
Liqueur walked into the bedroom, turned on the faucet, and let the cool water pour over himself, forming a thin layer of water in the bathtub.
He held the dagger and said softly again: "I'm just taking a short break. You will wake me up, right, Brother Zhaoming?"
As long as the self-protection mechanism of coma is triggered, Zhaoming will naturally appear.
He will not die.
Deputy Ge chose silence.
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Furiya Rei returned to his safe house, but when he opened the door, he clearly felt that something was wrong.