Chapter 41 Chapter 41 Speculation
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The next day, Mo Shiyu woke up to find his report, beautifully finished and submitted before the deadline. He checked it over and sighed.
The vest is really reliable.
Mo Shiyu looked around and found that the doll was gone.
Are you gone?
Mo Shiyu had no regrets. Ma Jia shouldn't have stayed with him for so long. If the organization discovered their secret relationship, it would be a disaster.
This is something they all know clearly.
Mo Shiyu went to the hotel restaurant to have breakfast, then returned to the room and lazily fell face down on the bed, with his hands relaxedly placed on the side sheets.
After a while, he touched something, picked it up, turned over, and held it in front of his eyes.
A pale hair, mixed with several smoky gray hairs, hung down at the fingertips, with exactly the same texture.
He has white hair? Mo Shiyu's first reaction.
He immediately realized that such pure white and lustrous color was his natural hair color.
This is the vest's hair.
"...Ma Jia slept next to me last night? And he lost his hair?" Mo Shiyu murmured, "A spiritual being?"
Hair loss is not scary, but it is scary if the one losing hair is a ghost.
Of course he recognized that this was not the doll's hair, but Shangshan Sheyu's own hair.
Mo Shiyu unconsciously twisted the cold white hair around his fingertips.
How is that possible?
The constant tests over the past two years have told him that the settings of the character cards cannot be disobeyed.
Even if he crossed the system's limit and caused his vest to mutate, Shangshan Sheyu could only affect reality after twisting himself into a doll. This wasn't a violation of the character card, but rather an additional setting.
When he was a spirit, he could not leave any impact on reality.
But what is this one hair?
Even though it was so small and inconspicuous, it still had a subtle conflict with the character card.
Can character cards be affected or even rewritten?
...What about the real body?
"Vest."
Mo Shiyu's heart was filled with huge fluctuations. He suddenly turned over and sat up, walked to the bathroom, looked at himself in the mirror, and called softly.
"Tell me, what changed about you last night?"
There was a similar look of confusion in his eyes in the mirror.
I don’t know the vest either.
Mo Shiyu exhaled, turned around twice, and forced himself to calm down. "Something must have happened. The vest's character card was broken through for at least a moment last night."
Even I myself didn't understand this. The opportunity was clearly hidden. But knowing there was hope was enough.
Mo Shiyu came out of the bathroom and rummaged through his suitcase. He found a silver pendant that could be opened and closed. He put the white hair inside, strung it with a black rope, and hung the pendant around his neck.
This hair is extremely important and must not be lost.
After doing all this, Mo Shiyu leaned against the bed.
Since two years ago, because of this damn physique, he has had to face those cruel, sadistic and obsessed eyes again and again... The more he struggles, the more hopeless he becomes.
Fate was pressing down on his head, tempting him to indulge and degenerate.
He had encountered so many abusers that he thought he was the one who was wrong.
Mo Shiyu has always wanted to leave the organization, but he actually knows that the strongest shackle that binds him is not the organization's control over him.
It's this character card.
As long as this character card is still there, he cannot return to his original life even if he leaves the organization.
He was unwilling to face this problem because it had no solution. But today, there seemed to be a glimmer of hope.
Getting rid of the character card is the real freedom.
He closed his eyes, picked up his phone, and made an appointment to meet with the first candidate in the assessment in the evening.
***
Spring cherry blossoms are scattered everywhere.
Matsuda Jinpei was in a small park, childishly occupying a swing. Wearing sunglasses, holding a cigarette, he lazily tilted his head back, "Hagi, what did you find out about the little gray-haired boy?"
Ever since Xiao Huimao left, even though Kenji Hagiwara had a dislocated hand and was on leave at home, he completely went against the original intention of his unit to let him take leave. He did not have any free time and was investigating everywhere.
Kenji Hagiwara leaned against the railing beside him, looking up at the swaying cherry trees overhead. "He's a foreigner, so I decided to start my investigation from the moment he entered the country. So I contacted customs first and checked his entry records. He entered the country two years and three months ago, and he's indeed Chinese. At that time, he applied for a tourist visa, which allowed a maximum stay of 30 days."
"So? I didn't hear anything wrong." said Jinpei Matsuda.
"Everything was normal up to this point." Hagiwara Kenji nodded. "The problem occurred after he got off the plane."
"He bought a plane ticket back to China the day after arriving in Japan."
"The next day?" Jinpei Matsuda frowned.
How can you buy a ticket back home right after you get off the plane when you come here for tourism? You must have encountered some problems.
"These are the results of my investigation at the airport. No matter how much information I have, the airline will protect the privacy of its customers and will not disclose any more, even if I am a police officer."
So Kenji Hagihara changed direction.
He checked the flight records of the aircraft at the airport during those two days, which are information that airlines make fully public.
"Do you know what I found out?" Hagiwara Kenji whispered, "Some of the planes at the airport malfunctioned that day for unknown reasons, and 12 of them were grounded. Every one of them was bound for China."
The day Mo Shiyu tried to return to China, all direct flights to China were grounded.
The reason turned out to be a series of aircraft inspection failures, which was extremely abnormal.
The two may or may not be related.
"Because of this, Xiao Shiyu did not leave Japan. The next time we found his exit information was 20 days later," said Kenji Hagiwara.
“This time the destination is Slovakia.”
"Ah?" Jinpei Matsuda's breath got stuck in his throat and he coughed.
This turn is a bit sudden!
Slovakia, a small country located in central Europe, is not very famous to East Asians. It is an important transportation hub connecting various countries, but it is closed and xenophobic.
"This itinerary is truly bizarre. Could he be traveling to Europe and then transferring back to China?"
"Although this is my guess, it shouldn't be the case." said Kenji Hagiwara.
Outside of Japan, they were powerless to do anything about it. But Hagiwara had a feeling.
Perhaps since two years ago, Xiaoshiyu has never been able to return to his country. Not even once.
Why did Mo Shiyu return home the day after arriving in Japan? What happened to him that forced him to try to leave Japan as if he were escaping for his life?
Yet he failed.
The power to ground all planes flying to a major country at an international airport is not something that any ordinary force can do.
Even Kenji Hagiwara, a well-informed person, thought it was like a fairy tale.
He seemed to see a young child dragging a suitcase at the airport, watching the planes change from green waiting to red grounded, with a confused and helpless look on his face.
"I checked all the police reports filed with the Tokyo Police Department during the 20 days he was in Japan, focusing on cases involving foreigners. I eventually came across a highly suspicious case. The reporter was a cake shop owner, and the case was reported missing. He had reported the missing person to the police. The person was his Chinese employee, with gray hair, gray eyes, and a delicate appearance."
"The case was dropped by the store owner about five months after it was reported."
This is all the information that Kenji Hagiwara found out in these two days.
After he finished speaking, he leaned back in silence.
Matsuda Jinpei had a similar expression to him, with a frown on his face. Countless guesses flashed through his mind, some of which were even too dark for him to guess or believe.
"Missing... Slovakia." He muttered under his breath.
What unknown past is hidden behind these seemingly ordinary records? What exactly did that young man go through?
Once you remove this fog, you will find the truth.
After a long moment, Matsuda Jinpei straightened his body and said, "Hagi, do you know where that cake shop is?"
***
Mo Shiyu, a procrastinator, waited until the evening before finally starting to prepare.
The first person to be assessed was Arthur, the Englishman with the mustache.
The patterns drawn yesterday for the three of them represented the locations of their missions. Arthur drew the food label mission, meaning it was located in a hotel.
In the missions that Mo Shiyu chose, the people who died were generally those who deserved to die if tried by law.
The targets of this assassination were a certain politician and his secretary. Someone reported under their real name that the politician had given a pharmaceutical company a backdoor for a new drug that had not been approved for safety, causing the drug to enter the market, causing adverse reactions in a large number of patients, and the mortality rate was as high as half.
The consequences of this incident were too severe, and he happened to be the organization's assassination target, so the organization wanted to silence him before he was thrown into prison because this politician had records of his transactions with the organization.
Just in case, the secretary who has been with him for more than ten years must also be cleaned up.
Mo Shiyu contacted Arthur and drove to a high-end restaurant. He parked the car under a tree on the roadside and waited quietly with his head propped up.
At 7:12 p.m., he looked out the car window and saw the target's car drive into the restaurant's parking lot. A few minutes later, Arthur, dressed in a black suit, stopped in front of Mo Shiyu's car.
Mo Shiyu rolled down the car window and handed him a heavy Berle/Tower pistol and a mission photo. "The target is at the innermost part of the first floor. I'll give you 15 minutes. I'll meet you at the back door in 15 minutes."
Arthur took the pistol, nodded, put the gun into his clothes, turned and walked into the restaurant, while Mo Shiyu drove slowly to the back door of the restaurant.
After parking the car at the back door, he put on a large black top hat, the same style as Gin's, but slightly larger, which could completely cover the upper half of his face. He tied up his long hair and stuffed it into the hat, then put on a black mask, carried a backpack and left the car. It took him about 3 minutes to return to the car silently.
He took out his phone and called up the restaurant's surveillance footage, his fingers tapping on the steering wheel.
A few minutes later, heavy and intense gunfire was heard in the restaurant.
Mo Shiyu's eyes were cold and calm as he lowered his head to glance at his watch.
Time passes by every second.
The back door was flung open, and the smell of blood filled the air. Arthur came in and blurted out, "...There's no bullet in the gun!"
Mo Shiyu glanced coldly at the rearview mirror and said, "You're overtime. And you haven't eradicated the problem completely."
"The target is dead!"
"Where's his secretary?"
"..." Arthur looked at Mo Shiyu fiercely. He had been shot twice and was clutching his wounds. The blood had soaked the chair beneath him. "How dare you ask me this? There were no bullets in the weapon you gave me! I killed the politician and his three bodyguards with my bare hands. The secretary had already escaped!"
"You should check your weapons first." Mo Shiyu looked down at his phone and said softly, "I'm the examiner, not your companion. Do you think the organization's assessment will be as gentle as a normal exam, showing you the questions and asking you to choose ABCD?"
Arthur leaned against the car window, breathing heavily. He looked at Mo Shiyu with the murderous intent of a desperado in his eyes, "You simply want me to die."
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