Chapter 12 "Xiao Zhenping, what's wrong?"

The shaky camera angle became steady again, and the ground in front of it was a mess of blood and flesh, a horrible sight.

The strong smell of blood in the air seemed to be transmitted to the other side through the picture.

The person sitting in front of the surveillance camera shuddered.

…

The sound of sirens sounded in the distance.

Miyakawa Ling put away his gun, turned around and left.

But before he took two steps, he saw the woman with heterochromia standing at the corner with an expressionless face.

"You haven't left yet." There were still two drops of blood on the young man's face. He looked at people with his eyes downcast. He no longer had the friendliness he had just pretended to have, but instead seemed particularly arrogant.

Curacao knew that he was angry.

"If you are caught by the police, I will be responsible for dealing with you." Curacao's tone was unchanged.

The young man burst out laughing, as if he had heard something extremely funny.

He laughed enough and nodded casually: "I see. Thank you for your hard work."

Curacao gave Miyakawa Ling a cold look, retreated into the darkness, and soon disappeared.

Under the surveillance of the organization, Miyakawa Ling also left at a very fast speed and did not have a direct encounter with the police.

…

On the other side, when Kenji Hagiwara returned to the place with a convenience bag, he found that his childhood friend was missing.

Confused, he sent a text message and waited for a long time, but received no response.

Kenji Hagihara simply made a phone call. The phone rang for a long time until Kenji Hagihara thought the other party would not answer it, and then it was connected.

"Hagi." A slightly dry voice.

The words that Hagiwara Kenji was about to say suddenly changed: "Xiao Zhenping, what's wrong? What happened?"

"..." After a moment of silence, Matsuda Jinpei said, "I'll tell you when I get back."

This tone made Hagiwara Kenji's expression suddenly serious.

After the two met, Hagiwara Kenji was more certain that something big had happened when he saw Koujinran's eyebrows were tightly furrowed and he looked as if he was thinking about something.

"What did you see?"

Matsuda Jinpei replied, "I'll tell you when I get back to the dormitory."

Hagiwara Kenji blinked his purple eyes and didn't ask any more questions, but he had an inexplicable intuition -

It must be related to Komiyagawa.

Komiyagawa went missing under those circumstances... It's really hard not to worry.

…

As soon as Miyagawa Ryo returned to the base, a row of people surrounded him and pointed their guns at him.

At the same time, his cell phone rang.

【Obey the organization's arrangements.】

A man in a white coat took out a tube of medicine from the medicine box.

Miyagawa Ling was silent for a while, then he looked a little speechless: "Really? What are you doubting?"

None of the men in black responded, but just pointed their guns at him to cooperate.

"Okay..." Miyakawa Ling threw the gun in his pocket to the ground and raised his hands: "I hope that after I completely put aside my doubts, the organization will not waste my talent anymore."

A man in a white coat walked up and injected the medicine into his body.

Hallucinogens?

Poison?

Truth serum?

Miyakawa Ling looked on coldly and complained: "I am very dissatisfied with my current job. I beg you to at least change to a job where I can kill people."

The drug took effect quickly. Within two minutes of the injection, Miyagawa Ling felt weak in his limbs, and his mind was groggy and not very clear.

Someone blindfolded him and pushed him forward.

Miyakawa Ling staggered for an unknown amount of time before he was pushed onto a cold chair. Then, his hands and feet were handcuffed.

"Is your real name Yu Ren Ling?"

a vague and distant voice asked.

Miyagawa Ling was half leaning on the electric chair, the strands of hair on his forehead were soaked with cold sweat.

He said, "Yes."

"Why did you join the organization?"

He laughed and said, "It depends on my luck."

The person questioning him paused, obviously knowing that he was forced to join because he witnessed the organization's transactions.

"You are still sober after answering this question. That's amazing."

As I finished speaking, I felt a pain in my wrist, as if I had been injected with some medicine.

After the injection of the drug, Miyagawa Ling's entire spiritual world was filled with darkness, and his past experiences and memories were shattered into pieces.

All the things I insisted on and the beliefs I pursued were forgotten, leaving only instinct.

"Your name is Yu Renling?"

"Um."

"Why did you join the organization?"

"Unfortunately."

“…”

Bermode snorted and laughed, "It seems that your joining the organization was really an accident."

She walked forward and removed the black cloth from the young man's eyes, revealing his expression more clearly.

——Belmaud is an internationally renowned actor, so he is very sensitive to people's facial expressions and can tell at a glance whether what the other person says is false.

This is also the reason why Gin asked her to interrogate.

However, if she were to say, if they had confirmed that the gang members were colluding with the police, they could just kill them directly or throw them into the laboratory.

Ask for intelligence? Can you really get anything out of someone like Yu Renling?

——But I never thought that Yu Renling would be a police officer.

"Yu Ren Ling," the witch bent down nonchalantly, her voice tinged with a strange sense of temptation, "You were the one who tampered with the car that Akemi Miyano was driving on her mission, weren't you?"

The young man had disheveled black hair and dilated pupils. The physiological tears in his golden eyes were like flickering candlelight, bright and brilliant, yet lingering on the edge of extinguishing.

"It wasn't me."

So beautiful.

Bermode thought with a smile, but his tone became stern: "You did it."

The young man looked up, his eyes unfocused: "It was done by Aida Jōji."

Bermode put his hand on his neck, and it was hard to tell whether it was a threat or encouragement.

She said lightly, "Then you must have known it a long time ago."

The young man remained silent and did not deny it.

"You took advantage of this and tried to win Miyano Akemi's favor by saving her. Am I right?"

“Yes.”

Bermode's hand on the young man's neck suddenly tightened, and her eyes flashed with disgust for that name: "You got Miyano Akemi's favor in order to get close to Shirley?"

Because of Bermode's actions, Miyakawa Ling became slightly more awake. His brain was throbbing with pain. He half-closed his eyes and said in the same calm tone as before: "Yes."

"Why?"

"I want to join Group X."

“Even if that’s the case…” Vermouth was about to say something, but Gin’s impatient voice came through his earphone: “Enough! Get to the point!”

Bermode clicked his tongue and shook his hand away: "Yu Renling, you contacted the police yesterday, am I right?"

You are right.

Miyakawa Ling bit his tongue tightly, controlled his expression, and squeezed out two words: "No...No."

"Huh? Is the effect of the medicine weakening so quickly?" Vermouth noticed it immediately and looked at Miyakawa Ryo sternly.

"..." Miyakawa Ling did not avoid that sharp gaze, he couldn't avoid it.

The only thing to be thankful for was that because of the pain caused by the drugs in his body, he still had physiological tears in his eyes, which provided him with the only protection.

Bermode examined it for a while, then laughed nonchalantly, "Forget it, you won't give up until you see the coffin? Don't you know? When you talked to the two traffic policemen, every word you said and every movement you made were recorded."

record?

Miyagawa Ling's pupils shrank slightly.

Bermode opened the computer on his desk, on which was the surveillance footage of the intersection at that time. This footage should have been visible only to the police, but now, the organization had easily obtained it.

During the surveillance, Miyakawa Ling got out of the car, two traffic police came over, and the three of them talked face to face.

When Vermouth clicked a button, Miyakawa Ryo's expression and movements were magnified several times and displayed clearly:

"The organization saw your negotiations with them clearly."

Miyagawa Rei blinked hard, tears streaming down his pale cheeks, and he was able to see the surveillance footage clearly.

In the video, Miyagawa Ryo stood two steps away from the traffic police and deliberately coughed softly, indicating that he had a cold and could not take off his mask.

Then he sincerely apologized to the traffic police and admitted his mistake.

About two minutes later, Miyakawa Ling reached into his pocket.

Vermode paused and looked at Miyakawa Ryo with interest: "What will you come up with?"

Miyagawa Ling said nothing.

Bermode didn't mind and continued playing.

——Then, I saw Miyakawa Ryo take out his driver’s license.

Soon, the conversation ended and Miyagawa Ling returned to the car.

Everything seemed normal, and Miyagawa Ryo did nothing.

"You are so calm, could it be that the organization really misunderstood you?"

The blonde woman tilted her head slightly, her movements graceful and intellectual.

“That’s as it should be.”

"——Is that so?" Vermouth operated the computer, and then the originally enlarged image of Miyakawa Ryo disappeared, replaced by the expressions of the two traffic policemen captured from another angle.

She smiled and said, "It's normal for someone like Hane-kun not to show any abnormality, but what about the untrained traffic police who received unexpected information? Will they also not reveal any flaws?"

"As long as there's a slight change in their expression, even if it's just a change in their eyes, I can tell - that's easy for me."

Bermode's slender fingertips lightly tapped the screen, and her words fell coldly:

"Yu Renling, don't you know why the organization killed those two traffic policemen?"

Bermode's attitude was not to interrogate at all, but as if the facts were established, he just watched the mouse being forced into a desperate situation step by step without caring.

As her fingertips tapped, the video began to play——

This time, two traffic policemen became the protagonists.

They first walked towards Miyakawa Ling in a fierce manner, and after lecturing him a few times, they asked Miyakawa Ling to show his driver's license.

Miyakawa Ryo said that he would never make the same mistake again and refused to show his driver's license.

But after some negotiations, he still reached into his pocket, took out his driver's license, and held it up to show the two traffic policemen.

At this moment, the two traffic policemen looked a little stunned at the same time.

Although it was only a moment, it was too obvious when magnified in the video.

"Okay." Bermode curled his lips happily. "Hane-kun, although I really want to ask you how you feel about being asked to personally participate in their death missions - you actually did such a crazy thing after the other party died. I'm sure they will find it difficult to forgive you even after they go to the underworld."

"But," she changed the subject: "Now, let's talk about whether Hanehi-kun will confess everything and leave a complete body, or -"

"Continue to hide and become a string of numbers in the laboratory?"