Chapter 144
Pave the way for them
As soon as the question was asked, the air in the medical department froze instantly, and the red indicator light on the corner surveillance camera flashed slowly and rhythmically.
"Why are you asking this?" Rye's voice was calm.
Fuyuki turned around and suddenly revealed a bright yet eerily bright smile: "Just curious, don't you think this kind of question is quite interesting?"
Rye suddenly crouched down to look her in the eye, just like she had done in that forest.
He said, "Listen, my death will not implicate anyone except my enemies."
The sound of rye was cold and piercing, striking straight to the heart.
“If you don’t understand this principle, the people around you will really suffer.”
His irises, under the cool light, took on a peculiar, rich, and deep green, like dark green gemstones.
Fuyuki saw her own reflection in those eyes.
Intriguing, terrifying...
"Remember your words." Fuyuki casually avoided eye contact, clenched her fists, and then left without looking back.
The emotions vanished instantly upon leaving the medical department.
Fuyuki angrily squeezed the eye drops in her pocket. Not only did she not get the medicine she needed, but she also had to give away a precious candy for no reason.
You should know that getting candy in this organization's base is actually not that easy.
What boss has their subordinates secretly bringing them candy every day?
They were calling him a model worker who was already very busy.
Fuyuki condemned himself.
—She's inhuman! She's such a rip-off at her employees!
She thought of the top killer who had sneaked in a few nights ago, hiding from everyone, and handed her a shiny candy. Suddenly, she felt a pang of conscience.
She returned to her room, locked the door, and took out her tablet again.
The information of the organization's codenamed members, which should have been encrypted, was easily revealed in complete files under her control.
The rye in the file photo had a cold look in her eyes, completely different from the way she had squatted down to talk to me just now; she was like a completely different person in an instant.
Before and after becoming a codename member, Rye carried out many missions. In fact, the mission logs show many lives lost due to accidental injuries, which were actually called necessary sacrifices.
He was practically a born, bloodthirsty killer, born for a criminal organization.
interesting.
But in that case...
Fuyuki smiled with satisfaction.
Rye whiskey, Shuichi Akai, FBI—that's roughly how the story was set up.
Fuyuki retrieved another person's file.
The man had a light stubble on his chin, and his cat-like eyes stared coldly at the camera, clearly from a hidden camera angle.
Although the image was blurry, one could still discern a hint of feigned tenderness in her eyes.
Scotch whisky, Morofushi Kagemitsu...
He was just a little short; he was still a little short of having the chance to climb higher.
Given our current position, there's still very little we can do, too little information to obtain, and too little action to take to disrupt things.
They could even become a pawn to be discarded at any time.
According to the original timeline, he did indeed become a factor in promoting the growth of the world's pillars, dying gloriously and quietly.
Only when dawn truly arrives can his name be spoken openly and honestly.
Just as she was pondering this, the cactus plant next to her suddenly twisted its body.
Then a distortion occurred in the room, and a familiar voice rang in Dongshu's ear: "Do you like him a lot?"
His youthful innocence, coupled with a touch of inquiry, is characteristic of Mr. Ke Xue.
Fuyuki turned around and answered unsurprisingly, "I don't really like her, but I do have a certain fondness for her at first glance."
Perhaps this is part of the reason why the other party was able to successfully disguise themselves.
He feigns gentleness and doesn't easily confront others, but the gun in his hand is cold and ruthless, much like a typical smiling tiger.
“You have feelings for him…” Mr. Ke pushed up his glasses, the reflective lenses obscuring the thoughts in his eyes. “Then take him away, after his life comes to an end.”
Fuyuki: "?"
She was somewhat surprised.
“Me?” Fuyuki pointed to himself.
"take away……"
"Scotland?!!"
She pointed to the archives in Scotland.
His tone was full of disbelief.
"No, no, no, it was you who took Morofushi Kagemitsu away." Mr. Ke cleared his throat twice and emphasized, "Scotland is completely dead when he dies, but Morofushi Kagemitsu still has a soul."
"Then why would I take him away?" Dongshu didn't understand. Was it just because he said he had a little affection for him?
"You can do whatever you want, just don't scatter someone's soul." Mr. Ke sat down next to her, propping his cheek up with his hand and said helplessly, "Given his personality... I guess unless you force him, you'll eventually end up on that path. It's a hidden danger that could explode at any time in various ways, and the reason he exposed himself is unavoidable."
“It’s easy to let him live.” Dongshu shook his head. “Just tell the organization members not to kill him. With my current identity, giving such an order is a piece of cake.”
If the organization doesn't kill him, then it doesn't matter if his undercover identity is exposed.
Mr. Ke tapped her head, his tone helpless:
"And then what? He can't go back to his original life this way."
An exposed undercover agent protected by the Black Organization—his colleagues, his superiors, and the people he was supposed to protect—could not trust such a policeman.
Dongshu paused, frowned, and looked distressed: "Oh, right."
In that case, they'd have to put on an act to keep him alive with a healthy personality.
It's incredibly troublesome.
--wrong.
Dongshu's expression gradually turned strange.
Why did she suddenly start thinking about how to keep Morofushi Kagemitsu alive?
I was actually pulling up this person's file to plan how to advance his timeline.
Now, if he survives, everything that happens after the variables are generated will be uncontrollable.
Nobody knows what will happen.
Perhaps it will hasten the collapse of the Black Organization, or perhaps... the wings of this butterfly will make the collapse of the Black Organization a mere illusion.
Even so, do you still want him to live?
Fuyuki snapped out of his daze and blinked: "If it's about not conforming to the world line, then my existence, Tokiri's existence, and the existence of the tsukumogami are already extremely inconsistent, aren't they?"
But judging from the current progress, everything is still developing in the direction they expected.
There was no failure.
"Hmm, you're very smart." Mr. Ke suddenly reached out and patted Dongshu's head. "Just as I imagined, you're very suitable for this position. If one day you need to commit suicide, this matter..."
He gave a playful wink that didn't suit his youthful appearance: "Or you can leave it to the person who is meant to carry out this fate."
"After all, death is a terrible thing, and nobody likes it."
The tone was meaningful.
After saying this, the boy in the suit began to become transparent. He left behind one last sentence and then completely departed, leaving only the soft, squishy cactus behind.
He said, “But it is true that you can take his soul away.”
This is a compensation I came up with after much thought, stemming from the guilt I felt for having underage child laborers working for other families.
If you borrow one from someone, then you can simply return one.
As for his own wishes?
Why would the world consciousness care about the thoughts of the tiny ants living inside its body?
However, you should always repay what you borrow, otherwise it will be difficult to borrow again in the future.
Feeling a deep sense of his own philosophical worldview, he sighed and curled up in his little space, once again beginning to read all sorts of interesting detective stories about ethics, morality, love, and hate, where people had to choose between three options.
Interesting, interesting.
Mr. Ke nodded contentedly.
As expected of His people, their actions and demeanor are still so captivating.
After reading another short story about a woman who killed another man because she assumed there was something going on between them when her girlfriend was glanced at, she realized that her own psychological issues and misjudgment of the man led to a lack of communication and the tragic incident.
World Consciousness scratched its head helplessly. This was just forcibly adding elements. Really, it had no innovative meaning. No, let's move on to the next one.
After trying countless different options, He still couldn't meet His standards. Suddenly, He began to calculate how long it would take for the official timeline to arrive.
Although the motive for the murder is still incomprehensible and nothing new.
But at least the methods of killing will become more sophisticated and entertaining, unlike now, where people suddenly pull out a gun and shoot someone on the street at the drop of a hat.
They have absolutely no artistic talent.
They inherited none of His legacy.
Mr. Ke scratched his head in frustration countless times, and finally, feeling utterly bored, he simply sat on the swing and started swinging.
"...Ha, what meaning does this world hold for you?"
The man, tightly bound and disfigured, suddenly spoke up. His voice was hoarse, and a red light emanated from his barely visible eyes: "My Lord God?"
Mr. Ke looked up at him with a bored expression: "Your name is..."
He pondered for a moment, then said, "Tori-maru, right?"
"The world is me, and I am the world. As for the rest, it's none of your business as an unqualified pillar." His voice was very impatient.
The deity before us is the consciousness of the world; this is self-evident.
Karasuma Renya didn't care about the other person mispronouncing his surname, since this person had never called him by the right name since they first met as children.
The indifference shown by the god who had shaped him into his current form when his true intentions were exposed deeply pierced his heart.
Everything he strived for, everything he relentlessly researched, all vanished like bubbles…
It's all just a joke!
Therefore, Karasuma Renya fled this world; he was determined to find another way to achieve immortality.
He wanted the other person to know that even without Him, even on his own, he could achieve immortality.
However, all Karasuma Renya received was the betrayal of the gods and the pursuit of a seemingly weak girl who came with immense power.
This girl, who had severed all her own thoughts, even took her place under the influence of this hypocritical god.
Oh.
Karasuma Renya closed his eyes. How ironic.
He knew that by pursuing immortality, he had already become a bad person in the worldly sense, but the god he worshipped was just a non-human being with no humanity and high above.
Never to be touched, never to bow down...
Even just a glance at him.
*
On the other side, Dongshu precisely placed the slightly crooked cactus pot back into its original position.
Based on her habits over the past few days, this position is the most comfortable for her to stretch out her hand and pinch while lying on the table.
The cactus is so soft and doesn't prick at all... it's really fun to play with.
Immersed in the cactus, she was unaware that somewhere only the world's consciousness could see, someone was continuing their perversion.
Unsurprisingly, they came to hate the unreachable gods.
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