Chapter 40 Chapter 40 Please transfer your pain to me.
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It was not until Mo Shiyu left for a few minutes that the people at the table started to move.
Considering the surveillance cameras above their heads, they left the bar first and went to a parking lot outside the bar, observing each other calmly.
As soon as the examiner was gone, it was like the classroom after the head teacher left. The hostility of these people immediately became unconcealed like a wild horse that had broken free from its reins.
Toru Amuro glanced at his watch, then raised his head and looked at the other two people with unfriendly expressions.
"You two, if there's nothing else, I'll leave first." After weighing the pros and cons, Amuro Toru decided not to stay long and nodded politely to the two of them.
"Wait, just leaving like that, isn't that a bit too cold?" Honda Riki was a strong man, with a similar build to Vodka. When he stood in front of Amuro Toru, he seemed very oppressive.
Amuro Toru paused in his movement.
Arthur, a mustachioed man from England, also came over, hooked his arm around Toru Amuro's shoulder, and spoke in broken Japanese.
"That's right, my friend. You clearly charmed the examiner with that disgusting American enthusiasm just now, so why did you change your attitude towards us?"
Honda cracked his knuckles and said sarcastically, "Some people lack the ability, but they rely on their good looks to seduce the examiner without restraint. They don't even consider whether others will look upon them."
Amuro was slightly startled. What...
Is he being so obvious?
No, that's not right! The undercover agent shook his head in his heart. What seduction? He didn't do that. Don't slander someone's innocence out of thin air!
Toru Amuro admitted that after seeing Valentin last time, he lost his appetite and kept thinking about what Valentin said to him, wondering if there was any hint of meaning behind it.
If it really exists, it means that as long as you obey, getting the code name is almost a certainty.
But is this really a good thing?
Of course, Amuro Toru was prepared to sacrifice everything for his country, but he had never imagined it would be this kind of sacrifice...
It’s not a sword or a gun, it’s not a cannon, but a beautiful woman of extraordinary beauty.
Toru Amuro, who has never had any emotional experience and even if he had a first love, it was at most a fantasy of his childhood, fell into deep entanglement.
This is simply testing his bottom line.
It can be said that Toru Amuro has been losing some hair during this period.
When they met today, he also wanted to test Valentin's intentions.
However, this temptation was subtle and cautious, yet these two could actually see it. Was it because he was too obvious, or... did Valentin's attitude towards him cause these two to misunderstand?
Toru Amuro recalled the scene when he saw Valentine taking a nap on a lounge chair on the terrace just now.
Hearing the voice, Valentin turned sideways on the recliner, bent his legs, supported his head with his hands and looked at him. Perhaps it was because of the moonlight, but his smoky gray pupils looked extremely gentle.
It's indeed different from the way he looks at the other two.
The blond, dark-skinned undercover agent suddenly felt a stomachache.
…
Arthur gnashed his teeth, his eyes filled with jealousy and hatred, as if he wanted to eat him. "Don't get carried away just because Lord Valentine has shown you some favor. That Lord is not someone anyone can covet."
You who said these words are the ones who are thinking about him.
Valentine's popularity must be a problem.
Amuro Toru kept smiling, but turned his face slightly, revealing a pair of light-colored, cold pupils from the shadows.
"Let go of your hand."
Arthur was stunned. His heart skipped a beat when he saw those murderous eyes. He instinctively let go of his hand.
"This guy..." he murmured.
Amuro Toru effortlessly retracted his terrifying murderous gaze and smiled at the two men in a friendly manner. "Let's not even mention that I have no feelings other than respect for Lord Valentine. Neither I nor you two have the right to comment on what Lord Valentine wants to do."
"Before you two speak, please use your brains and think about what you should say..."
His suddenly gloomy voice gave people a feeling of suffocation and oppression as if they were sinking into the deep sea. "What? You shouldn't say that."
"Excuse me."
After saying that, Amuro Toru turned and left.
After a long while, Arthur came back to his senses and blurted out, "That guy is not a good person."
Honda Riki scoffed disdainfully, "That pretty boy is just bluffing. He's so skinny, I can hold him down with one hand."
Arthur looked back at him and said, "You are including Lord Valentine in your words. He is about the same size as Amuro." Even thinner.
Honda paused, "Lord Valentine, it is naturally different."
Although he said that, a hint of disdain flashed across his eyes.
Valentine? It wasn't that he was being rude, but with such a face, could he have gotten the position of code member simply by relying on his strength?
I'm afraid he climbed into the bed of some important person and was given a code name as a teasing.
We call him "Sir" because he is the examiner.
Valentine could only look down on them. Who would look down on him in front of the other codename members?
It is probably because of this that he favors pretty boys like Amuro Toru who are similar to him.
Because they are the same kind of people.
Honda Riki's eyes flashed with a gloom. He was unlucky to have such a pretty examiner. He couldn't let Valentine give the Bourbon codename to Amuro Toru. He had to find a way to kick Amuro Toru out.
***
Mo Shiyu returned to the hotel where he was staying, but encountered an accident.
"Sir, I'm truly sorry," the front desk lady said, bowing to him apologetically. "Our hotel has been bombed, causing some property damage. We need to close for two days to rectify the situation."
Mo Shiyu: “…Really?”
Both locations where the bomber placed the bomb are related to him. Is this the result of the bomber falling in love at first sight?
The lady at the front desk nodded and said, "I'm very sorry, you don't need to vacate your room. We will reserve it for you and compensate you for your accommodation expenses for the past two days."
Mo Shiyu could only pack part of his luggage and left the hotel with his suitcase, wandering the streets late at night.
He checked his phone and saw that because of the bombing in the morning, the school had issued a notice to suspend classes for a week.
All the students cheered after seeing this news, but it made Mo Shiyu even more depressed.
He had calculated that there were still five years until the first year of Conan, and four years of undergraduate study. Just right.
But now classes are suspended for a week for each case. If this continues, if Shinichi doesn’t get his diploma by the time he becomes Conan, then he will never graduate, right?
There is a rabbit here that broke silently.
Mo Shiyu found the nearest hotel on the map. It was quite far away, about ten blocks away. After confirming by phone that there was a room available, he walked there.
Passing by a shop, the street light cast his reflection clearly on the glass.
His reflection stared back at him quietly.
It seemed that he was subtly different from the one he was at this moment, but Mo Shiyu couldn't tell the difference.
"...Vest?" Mo Shiyu said hesitantly.
The reflection didn't answer him.
Mo Shiyu turned his head and suddenly felt that this street looked familiar.
He looked at the familiar light green road sign on the side of the road and suddenly reacted.
This is Kumo Road.
White clouds were painted on the green road signs, and the walls of the entire road were painted with hand-painted clouds.
There are camphor trees on both sides of the road. The lush branches and leaves cover both sides of the road. The shadows of the trees sway on the ground, so you won’t feel hot even in summer.
He remembered that there was a cheesecake shop next door called fuwafuwa.
Two years ago, he worked in this cake shop and often stood next to this light green sign waiting for the bus.
At that time, he couldn't speak Japanese well and even had difficulty with daily conversations.
Because people often harassed him and affected the business of the store, he asked the owner to arrange for him to work in the kitchen, beating eggs, cream, cheese and making cakes every day.
The owner felt that he would never learn Japanese if he didn't communicate with others, so he transferred him to the front desk. He increased his fitness frequency and stood guard in the store like a door god, staring at those who had bad intentions.
"This will ruin business." After scaring off a few more JK girls, Mo Shiyu lowered his head and pulled the store manager and said, "I want to go to the kitchen. I want to make cakes."
"How is that possible?" the store manager said stubbornly, "Only bad guys are afraid of me. Good people won't be afraid of me. I'm so cute!"
Mo Shiyu, "..."
The novice time traveler, who had just gone from the surprise of time travel to fear and even panic, almost hugged the store manager and cried.
"So this store name was really thought up by the lovely store manager?"
"...Of course not, asshole, this is my mother's shop!"
Later, Mo Shiyu brought a cat home. After consulting the shop owner, he kept the cat in the shop, and the situation improved.
Later, one day, the store manager chased away a few thugs who came to trouble the store staff. After the news was posted online, more girls came to the store and even attracted a cartoonist who discussed with the store owner whether the story could be drawn into a comic strip.
The store manager readily agreed.
In the comic strip, this cake shop with an incredibly cute name has a cat, a handsome owner, and a gray-haired clerk who speaks poor Japanese, easily misunderstands orders, and easily attracts perverts.
Business is unexpectedly good.
The store manager suggested that Mo Shiyu sign up for a karate class. Since Mo Shiyu had no money, the manager paid for it himself.
Mo Shiyu said he could use his wages to compensate for it. The store manager agreed but secretly raised his salary.
The store manager let him live in the dormitory above the cake shop.
Open the window and you can see the camphor tree and the blue sky.
Mo Shiyu felt that this cloud road was like an animation created by Hayao Miyazaki.
Unfortunately, such days are as short as a dream.
Mo Shiyu looked at the fuwafuwa cake shop in the distance. It had a wooden sign and a small white wooden door with a small sign that said "close" hanging on it.
He took a few glances, didn't stay long, turned around and left quickly.
He didn't notice that his reflection in the glass behind him didn't turn around with him, but slowly squatted down and stretched out a hand.
Unreal pale fingers touched the edge of the glass.
***
After arriving at the new hotel, Mo Shiyu checked in, bought a can of coffee from the vending machine downstairs, worked late into the night, and took out his notebook to write a report.
After writing for more than ten minutes, Mo Shiyu's hand suddenly stopped.
“Knock, knock, knock.”
There was a knock on the window.
This is the fifth floor. What ghost story?
Mo Shiyu glanced at his watch. It was three o'clock seven.
Someone, with his hair standing on end, carefully opened the window and saw a white doll lying on the window.
“…Vest?”
Wawa climbed in, closed the window himself, stretched out his hand, jumped on the windowsill, and then hugged Mo Shiyu's thigh.
Mo Shiyu looked at the extra pendant on his leg and was speechless for a long time.
Why does he think the vest is cute?
But the vest is himself. Saying that the vest is cute is just saying that he is cute, right?
Subtle, very subtle.
he asked, patting the vest's head.
The white doll pointed at Mo Shiyu, then at the bed, then at itself, and then at the computer.
Mo Shiyu understood, "You want to help me write a report and let me go to sleep?"
The doll nodded.
"...you created a clone just to help me write the report?" Mo Shiyu said with difficulty, "But...what's the difference between you staying up late and me staying up late? You are me."
The doll shook its head to indicate that it was different.
The original body and the clone are different.
The clone is consumable.
Only the essence is the most important.
Mo Shiyu was a little dazed when he felt Ma Jia's intentions.
Since when, Ma Jia's thinking and behavior patterns have become subtly different from Mo Shiyu's own.
Specifically, it sees itself as Mo Shiyu's clone.
Instead of Mo Shiyu himself.
This is different.
It’s like having an extra “self”.
"Forget it, I also want to discuss our next plan with you." Mo Shiyu sighed softly, "In order to leave the organization, we need to accumulate strength."
"That kid who knows illusion, build power with him."
"I vaguely remember that the anime "Katekyo Hitman Reborn" was about the Italian mafia," Mo Shiyu said. "I looked it up and found out that the leading mafia in Italy is called Vongola. This name is very familiar. I definitely came across it when I was browsing Bilibili."
"It's most likely related to this anime, but the main force of this family is mostly middle-aged people over 40 years old. And because of a civil unrest incident two years ago, the next generation leader candidates have all died, and the tenth generation position has been vacant ever since."
"That illusion boy is so handsome, he's either a villain or one of the protagonists. He's still a kid, and the plot might not even begin yet. There's no point in you going to Italy now."
"Take him to Yokohama."
The doll nodded and drew some ghost symbols in the air with its tip for a while.
Mo Shiyu received it without any problem, "I see, that's how it is. The illusion boy wants to kill the mafia."
It is not difficult to understand that he was harmed by the mafia.
"Then after going to Yokohama, he will definitely confront the port mafia." Mo Shiyu pondered, "I see. This information is very useful. Let me think about it."
Feeling that there was no need for him to be polite with her, Mo Shiyu finally sat down on the bed. He looked at the doll lying on the notebook, typing with its pointed hands, and sighed softly, "I think every child has a dream of creating an avatar to do homework."
He actually achieved it.
The kid next door cried out of envy.
Mo Shiyu pulled up the quilt and fell asleep peacefully.
The doll turned its head and looked at him quietly with its black eyes.
"Snap." The lights went out silently. The room was completely dark, with only the computer light still on.
The doll suddenly arched its body, twisted and tore itself in pain for a while, and a new doll split out of its body.
The old doll continued to write the report, and the new doll crawled to the edge of the table. The moment it jumped off the table, it turned into a white-haired boy.
The white-haired boy walked up to the gray-haired young man.
The main character's sleeping posture is very good, but he is used to sleeping in the corner against the wall, occupying only a small corner of the bed.
This sleeping position was developed in the laboratory.
The white-haired boy had a white veil sewn into his scalp on the back of his head and was wearing a tattered, slightly long white robe. He climbed onto the bed and curled up silently beside the gray-haired young man.
I am covered in your wounds. Please feel free to transfer your pain to me.
But why doesn’t your pain get any less?
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