Chapter 45 Chapter 45 Sense of Iniquity?
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Mo Shiyu turned around with blood on his face and looked at Amuro Toru silently.
Inexplicably feeling that the little gray-haired boy who had just killed someone looked a little aggrieved, Amuro Toru pulled out a pack of tissues, handed it to him, and whispered, "Are you okay?"
Mo Shiyu: "It's okay, it's okay, nothing..."
Amuro Toru choked: "..."
Such a niche language, such a leading mental state.
Mo Shiyu was stunned for a few seconds before pulling himself together. He took the tissue, wiped his face hastily, and said to Amuro Toru, "Come with me to deal with the scene. The gunshots were too conspicuous just now. The police should be here soon."
Amuro Toru naturally nodded.
They quickly handled the scene, then pulled their hoods up low and left. About two or three minutes later, a police car arrived at the cabin with sirens blaring.
After checking out, they left the ski resort and took the Shinkansen back to Tokyo.
On the way, Toru Amuro saw Mo Shiyu typing on the computer. He was holding his head up and looked hopeless, so he must be communicating with his superiors.
Toru Amuro knew that examiners were not as free as some lower-level members thought, and they were subject to no fewer constraints than the examinees.
Within the organization, the entire regularization assessment process has clear and explicit regulations, and the process is relatively complicated. Examiners need a reasonable reason to do anything unnecessary, and they need to apply in advance.
The rumors spread among most of the lower-level members that the examiners were ruthless and killed people without blinking an eye were completely false rumors caused by the information gap between the two sides.
The reality is that candidates who are qualified to enter the regularization examination have basically decent combat qualities. The cost of training one person is huge, let alone three. How can the examiners kill them at will?
So, this time Valentine killed Honda Riki, even though the reasons were sufficient, he still argued with his superiors for so long. He probably had to write four or five reports after returning.
Amuro Toru looked at Mo Shiyu. Although this matter had nothing to do with him after all, he still felt a little guilty - Valentine didn't look like a liberal arts student at first glance. If he was asked to write so many reports, he would break them, right?
***
The screen at the front of the train car was already broadcasting the murder case at the ski resort. The police classified the case as a home invasion robbery. The identity of the deceased Honda Riki was unknown, and he was regarded as an accomplice of the robbers who was killed in an internal conflict - in a sense, this was not wrong.
All surveillance, fingerprints and other evidence have been destroyed, and this murder case is destined to remain unsolved.
"Sir." The train waitress bowed slightly and looked at the two passengers in the first-class seats. "Would you like anything to drink?"
Amuro Toru smiled politely and gently, "A cup of coffee, thank you."
The waitress nodded and looked at Mo Shiyu, "Where is this guest?"
It took Mo Shiyu several seconds to come back to his senses. He raised his head and said slowly, "Oh, the same as him."
The waitress nodded to indicate that she had received it and left. Amuro Toru turned his head and looked at the person next to him who was rubbing his gray hair frantically, looking like he was driven crazy by his boss. Suddenly, he felt a sense of unreality.
Toru Amuro specifically checked Valentine's background and found out that he had just turned 20 years old and his official identity was even that he was still in college.
At this age, few people from ordinary families would actually enter the society. At most, they would be innocent and stupid interns appearing from time to time in various large companies during the summer vacation. But now they are working hard for the organization and killing people without batting an eyelid.
Why would such a young child want to join the organization?
He couldn't help but have this thought.
"3 reports." Mo Shiyu finally closed the computer, let out a breath, and reported the results of his heated argument with his superiors, "One report escaped." He was awesome.
Amuro Toru was silent for a moment, then said softly, "I'm sorry."
"Why are you apologizing?" Mo Shiyu turned to look at him. His hair had just been messed up by him, but because of his good looks, it made him look messy.
The soft light fell on his smoky gray pupils, adding a touch of tenderness to his cold eyes. "I should apologize. Amuro-kun, I failed to protect your mission environment. It was my fault."
“…” Amuro Toru looked at him for a moment, as if he was confused for a moment.
If they were truly like-minded companions, Valentine would probably be the gentle type who would leave a light on for you when you came home late.
"You will have another chance to take the test." Mo Shiyu said, "The task that should have belonged to Honda Li is now handed over to you."
The blond half-blood lowered his eyes and nodded slowly.
"Valentin." Amuro Toru suddenly spoke.
"Um?"
Amuro Toru opened his mouth, then suddenly closed his eyes and said, "Perhaps now you can talk to me about your regularization assessment?"
Mo Shiyu raised an eyebrow. He pondered for a moment, then revealed a nostalgic smile. "Well. Nothing much. I went to the prison that time."
"..." Amuro Toru.
Mo Shiyu knew from his expression that Amuro Toru thought he was in jail, and added with a frown, "The target of the mission is in prison. I have no choice but to sneak in."
"And I'm not a prisoner. I'm pretending to be a prison guard."
Toru Amuro acted as if he suddenly understood something, and his brows subconsciously relaxed.
Although as a policeman, he naturally wanted to arrest Valentine, but Toru Amuro still couldn't imagine what would happen if Valentine wore prisoner clothes and walked into a prison full of villains.
I'm afraid all the prisoners in the prison will go crazy?
This has nothing to do with skill, it's like throwing a piece of sweet cake into a pack of wolves...
The undercover agent snapped back to his senses. No, absolutely not! Even if Valentin is arrested by the police in the future, he must be placed in solitary confinement! A solitary cell!
But, dressing up as a prison guard, wearing a uniform, baton and all… Amuro Toru asked silently, “Did your examiner choose this task for you?”
Mo Shiyu nodded as a matter of course, "This task was the most difficult at the time. My examiner only accepts tasks like this."
"..." Amuro Toru's expression changed, and he discarded irrelevant thoughts and said with vigilance, "He sounds like a powerful character."
"Well, he is really good."
"I don't know if I'll have the chance to see him in the future." Amuro Toru said calmly.
Mo Shiyu glanced at him, his lips curled up meaningfully. He didn't reveal the name, but changed his tone slightly, "Once you get the code name, your wish will naturally come true."
After getting the code name?
Amuro Toru thought seriously, could this person be a human?
Regardless of whether it was personnel or not, Valentine's examiner was most likely a high-ranking executive in the organization.
Toru Amuro became more determined to get the code name. Only by getting the code name could he gain a deeper understanding of the organization.
***
It was already midnight when they got off the car. Mo Shiyu said goodbye to Amuro Toru and returned to the hotel where they usually stayed.
He had only cleaned himself up hastily, and there was even some blood on his neck. He took a quick shower, then came out wearing a bathrobe and fell asleep.
His spirit was not completely asleep, but spread to the vest.
Mo Shiyu closed his eyes, and when he opened them again, he saw the slightly swaying city night scene in front of him.
Mo Shiyu lowered his eyes and saw the four hanging, swinging dolls. He quickly realized that Ma Jia had probably hanged himself again.
Because of physical and mental fatigue, Mo Shiyu did not take over the control of Ma Jia's body, but just stayed quietly on Ma Jia's body.
As if it had sensed his arrival, the vest's dangling limbs suddenly paused, and it felt silently for a while, then struggled to break free from the noose, fell to the ground, and turned into a white-haired boy.
He lowered his white eyelashes, tilted his head, and lay on the ground like a cat, almost completely sticking to and overlapping with his shadow under the moon.
“…”
Mo Shiyu was unable to move in the possessed state and could only watch in confusion as the white-haired boy gently rubbed the shadow under him with his fingertips.
The soft fingertips felt rough, and although it was extremely gentle, he felt a shudder.
Mo Shiyu stayed in the vest's body at a loss, hesitated for a while, and conveyed a "doubtful" emotion.
The vest immediately responded to him with a signal with countless syllables echoing, representing a series of thoughts such as missing, welcome, greeting, hug, etc.
Perhaps because of the shared soul, the signals transmitted by the vest followed the neurons all the way to the depths of the brain like tentacles, resonating a strange rhythm on the spiritual level.
More thrilling than any music in the brain.
Mo Shiyu found that he could not adapt to such an unusual and extremely intimate communication, so he had to choose to be quiet.
There were a bunch of guys in black suits lying in front of him. Mo Shiyu noticed a child sitting next to him with his legs swinging.
"How boring!" The blue-haired, heterochromic-eyed child sat on a high chair, no one knowing how he'd climbed up. His short legs dangled back and forth, unable to touch the ground at all. The already short child managed to look down on all the adults. He stared out the window at the moon. "Yokohama."
Noticing something strange about the vest, he tilted his head, "What's wrong? Sheyu?"
Shangshan Sheyu opened his red, lifeless pupils for a moment, then slowly said, "It's going to rain."
The blue-haired child with one red and one blue eye tilted his head and said, "Raining..."
"When it rains, I can never calm down."
The veil draped behind the white-haired boy's head cast an illusory light under the moonlight. He lay on the ground, lowered his white eyelashes, and stared intently at the shadow image, feeling a sense of betrayal like repaying his parents' kindness.
"Maybe a mirror would be better..." Shangshan Sheyu said softly.
Mo Shiyu:???
Vest, what are you talking about?
Liu Dao Mukuro smiled strangely, "She Yu, you really are like a philosopher."
There were several other living strangers not far away. The tattooed man leading them knelt on the ground in terror, "Surrender, I surrender."
"Your Excellency has convinced us. Please allow us to follow you."
Rokudo Mukuro finally looked at them and said softly, "I don't need your loyalty."
He curled his lips, "I only want your lives."
“…”
Mo Shiyu silently watched the group of people in front of him completely die within three seconds. He once again lamented what kind of cheating device illusion was.
Ma Jia and his friends are stirring up trouble. Mo Shiyu fully supports them.
Developing power is not a matter of a day or two. No matter how you transform it, the first vest is still not strong enough, and the friends around you are still children. If you come out in the open, you will only be looked down upon.
When Mo Shiyu didn't have the energy to draw a second vest, they could only take a different approach.
How can a small faction quickly gain fame and inspire awe? Answer: Mystique.
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