Chapter 80 Chapter 80 Parting Ways
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Gin parked the car in front of a safe house on the border of Tokyo.
He got out of the car and saw Mo Shiyu, dressed in a soaked red shirt, getting out of the passenger seat. His green eyes darkened a little.
"Change your clothes first."
Mo Shiyu looked up at him, turned around silently, went into the house, found a wardrobe, and took out a one-size-fits-all black windbreaker.
After changing into the organization's traditional black uniform, Mo Shiyu wrung out his hair and walked out. He saw Gin sitting at the bar, frowning slightly, looking at the laptop in front of him.
"What's wrong?"
Mo Shiyu sat next to him, poured a few glasses of wine and placed them in front of Vermouth and him.
"I reported this incident to the Boss." Gin said.
"What did the Boss say?" Mo Shiyu said.
"The boss is very interested in Yokohama," Gin said. "He wants us to go back to the area around the Yokohama Hollow and gather intelligence."
After finally getting out, they were asked to go back? Mo Shiyu's eyelashes trembled slightly. That old man, Wu Wan Renye.
He raised his eyes, turned his gaze slightly, and supported his chin. "Is this really okay? If I go back this time, I may not be able to get out."
Vermouth leaned lazily on the sofa, a slender cigarette between her fingers. "Gin, has the boss appointed anyone specifically to go? If not, why not find someone else? Valentine isn't fit to go back there."
Mo Shiyu had a meal.
Is Vermouth taking advantage of the text?
Before Kudo Shinichi showed up, Vermouth had already started to consciously fill herself with water. She is indeed a famous traitor!
Unexpectedly, Gin said, "The boss has designated the candidate."
"You and I will go back to Yokohama to investigate. Valentine doesn't have to go."
"..." Mo Shiyu was stunned, then lowered his eyes.
Designate him specifically?
In a company, this would be like a chairman of a multinational company who had been missing for years suddenly and strangely remembering the name of a middle-level manager and specifically mentioning the middle-level manager when the division president was reporting to him. This is not a good thing.
"Vermouth, you infiltrate the government and investigate its latest research trends." Gin thought for a while and then said, "I will lead the team to make a deal with the Port Mafia."
It seems that Gin also understands that completely carrying out the Boss's orders is tantamount to suicide.
He also did not intend to go deep into the hole in Yokohama himself, but instead planned to start from the side of the local forces in Yokohama.
Vermouth sighed and went to pour water.
Mo Shiyu looked at Gin who was holding the wine glass.
"Gin, you know what happened in the Yokohama underground a few days ago."
Gin took a sip of wine, nodded lightly, and explained the whole story in a few words.
"Over 200 people who disappeared in Yokohama were actually trapped in underground cocoons by a moth-like humanoid species, including several people with special abilities. Later, a conflict arose between the special abilities and the moth-people, who fled. The Japanese government, believing there was something wrong underground, continued to dig deeper, eventually discovering contamination underground, which was spreading."
Mo Shiyu lowered his head and shook his wine glass, staring at the wine swaying in the glass. "I was actually underground that day. Not only that, the Moth Man seemed to be particularly fond of me."
"They call me Mother."
Gin glanced at him.
"Were they seen by others?"
"Yeah." Mo Shiyu said, "It's only a matter of time before my identity is discovered."
Mother.
Gin closed his eyes lightly, finally understanding why the boss cared so much about Valentine and even specifically designated his location.
The person revered as a mother by the bugs living underground in Yokohama is even a human being.
Of course the boss will be particularly, particularly interested.
"It's okay." Mo Shiyu turned his head to look at him, lowered his eyebrows and smiled, and said in a tone that everyone could tell was a lie, "I actually also want to know what's wrong with my body."
"Isolation equipment has been installed around the Yokohama air hole, but when the pollution first broke out, people around the hole, whether government officials or the public, could have carried the contamination," said Mo Shiyu. "If you see anyone acting strangely, don't approach them. Be extremely careful."
"Don't worry about us. But you." Vermouth came out of the kitchen, looking at him with deep blue eyes. "If anyone from the organization comes looking for you, go to Group A1, Valentine."
Group A1, is it the Miyano family's laboratory?
Mo Shiyu didn't expect that these words would come from Vermouth's mouth. It was really like the sun rising from the west.
Vermouth shrugged, "I just hate them, not that they are brainless."
Compared with several other Class A laboratories that conduct experiments like the Fascist/Fascist biological and chemical forces, at least the A1 laboratory still has some bottom line of scientists.
But knowing this does not prevent Vermouth from continuing to hate the fallen angel family.
Vermouth was not in a good mood, so she took a shower and left. Gin rested for an afternoon and prepared to leave in the evening.
Mo Shiyu sat by the windowsill with a wine glass, looking at the window with water droplets clinging to it. Not far outside the window was a skyscraper with bright lights.
Raindrops hit the window non-stop, like a hypnotic little tune. From somewhere in the distance, the sound of a violin came. It was "Schindler's List", and the melodious ending flowed from the trembling bowstrings.
Gin, wearing a black top hat, walked silently behind him.
The killer's professional habit is to walk like a ghost.
Mo Shiyu didn't look back and looked out the window quietly.
"Maybe, before you leave, you need to find something to restrain me." Mo Shiyu suddenly spoke.
"Why?"
"Boss will let me into the lab." Mo Shiyu said in a mocking tone, "I might disobey orders. But tie me up and I won't run away."
“…”
After a long time, Mo Shiyu heard a voice coming from behind him.
"After that, stay with me."
Mo Shiyu looked back at him in surprise. After a while, he chuckled softly, "You know the boss won't allow it."
“…” Gin didn’t answer immediately.
"I'm not leaving, Gin." Mo Shiyu turned around, got off the windowsill, walked in front of him, gently raised his chin, and leaned close to his ear. "After two years, I'm back to the starting point. Maybe staying in the laboratory is my destiny."
Half of his face was hidden in the shadows, and his hair was covered with moisture. Only then did Gin notice that the window was not closed. Valentine had no idea how long he had been exposed to the wind, and even half of his shoulder was slightly wet. Only a pair of bright and soft smoky gray eyes were staring at him steadily.
Neon light shone in from the window, winding its way through his smoky gray hair, chin, and neck bone, and finally retracted into the wide black collar.
"Gin, I've never forgotten the day you pulled me out of the lab and walked to the island. You walked in front, and I walked behind."
His whispered voice dissipated into the air.
"I smelled the sea breeze and heard the cries of seagulls. The sand on the beach was the softest and finest I'd ever seen. I picked up a blue conch shell and could hear the sound of the ocean inside..."
Mo Shiyu lowered his eyebrows and smiled softly, "How strange. Two years ago, I wouldn't say such nonsense in front of you. But now I can say it."
The room was completely silent. Gin didn't move. The only sound around him was the sound of rain, as if they were all trapped in the rain.
In the end, it was Mo Shiyu who moved first. He turned sideways, opened the door and walked out.
With a "click", the door closed gently.
When Mo Shiyu walked out of the room, there was no trace of nostalgia or tenderness in his eyes anymore.
***
Mo Shiyu stayed in the safe house for one night until the next morning.
When he woke up, there was no one in the safe house.
He looked at the empty room, lowered his head, took out the vest, held it in his arms, and walked out of the room.
Unconsciously, Mo Shiyu walked back to the shrine he had visited before.
There were no more lively activities here, and the crowds were much smaller. But there were still a few people here and there, surrounded by patches of maple leaves. Mo Shiyu touched the red railing, hugged his vest, and took a few selfies.
He looked down at the photo on his phone, feeling unhappy no matter how he looked at it. "Our heads are too big. We can't even capture the maple leaves behind us."
She Yu shrank back silently.
"Sheyu." Mo Shiyu pretended to be indifferent and said, "Did you crawl out last night?"
She Yu didn't say anything.
"I'm not forcing you to stay still, but I'm not the only one in the room after all. Gin's sense of smell is extremely sharp..." Mo Shiyu muttered, "It would be bad if we were discovered..."
Just as Mo Shiyu stretched out his arms to take a photo, a gentle male voice came from behind him, "How about I take the photo?"
Mo Shiyu turned around and saw Kenji Hagiwara standing under the maple tree.
"Don't be fooled by his appearance of being a novice, his photography skills are quite good." Jinpei Matsuda next to him interjected.
"Hey." Mo Shiyu was stunned for a moment, then he smiled, "Officer Hagiwara, Officer Matsuda, why are you here too?"
"The scenery here is beautiful." Hagiwara Kenji took his mobile phone and looked at Mo Shiyu with a smile on his face while holding the white-haired doll and making a "yeah" gesture. He pressed the camera button to freeze the scene.
"Of course there is a reason why I really want to see you." He put down his phone and said softly.
"Want to see me?" Mo Shiyu said, "Why? And here..."
Matsuda Jinpei held three matcha ice creams in his hand and handed one to Mo Shiyu, who took it with thanks.
"Someone secretly photographed you during the last event at the shrine," Matsuda Jinpei pulled up a photo on his phone. It was a picture of the smuggler they'd caught.
"What... cough cough cough cough!" Mo Shiyu took a bite of ice cream, and was choked to death by the thick layer of matcha powder on it.
It seems that secret photography is such a thing.
He had been through so much that he had forgotten about it.
"Cough cough... Who is this... Cough cough cough!" Mo Shiyu turned his back and coughed until his face turned red. Matcha powder flew everywhere and he couldn't taste anything. His mouth was just bitter.
Kenji Hagiwara looked at Jinpei Matsuda silently and asked, "What kind of ice cream did you buy?"
Matcha ice cream! It would be a shame for any foreigner who comes to Neon to not try a bite of this. Matsuda Jinpei showed a sly smile as if he had succeeded in his mischief, then calmly took a bite, "Ahem! Ahem! Ahem! Ahem!"
In the sky full of matcha powder, Hagiwara Kenji is holding his forehead.
Mo Shiyu finally calmed down, holding the ice cream with tears in his eyes, refusing to eat a single bite.
Matsuda Jinpei wiped his mouth and leaned on his shoulder, his eyes crooked behind his sunglasses, "How are you? Are you happy now?"
Mo Shiyu glared at him and said, "I'm going to make you some snail rice noodles."
Matsuda Jinpei said, "That sounds good. What is this?"
"It's a local snack similar to Okonomiyaki, very delicious." Mo Shiyu smiled, "Come to my house next time."
"No problem." Matsuda Jinpei raised his thumb.
Returning to the previous topic, Mo Shiyu looked at the photo for a long time and shook his head, "I'm not familiar with him. I haven't seen him before."
"Is that so?" Hagiwara Kenji frowned slightly.
But this human smuggler obviously recognizes Shiyu. Why is that?
"He's a smuggler," Matsuda Jinpei interrupted. "He's mainly involved in the human organ trade and human smuggling, and has close ties with foreign organizations."
"One of the accounts where the money was transferred came from Slovakia."
Slovakia……
Mo Shiyu was stunned, and then his breathing quickened for two seconds.
"Is there a sunflower tattoo on his left wrist?" Mo Shiyu asked.
Hagiwara Kenji lowered his eyes, "Yes."
It turned out to be them.
To be honest, Mo Shiyu's heart was not much moved. Compared with his later experiences, the memory of his time in Slovakia was just like drinking a cup of bitter medicine. As long as he held his breath, the bitterness would soon disappear.
He just suddenly thought that maybe this would be a good entry point.
An opportunity to keep him away from everything.
Just as Mo Shiyu was going through several thoughts in his mind, a very subtle sound, like something cutting through the air, came from behind them.
A sense of crisis like an electric current came from the nerve endings.
Mo Shiyu's pupils shrank and he rolled to the right like lightning.
The next second, the land where he was just now was covered by a fine and dense iron net.
Before he could see the person behind him clearly, another gust of strong wind blew. Mo Shiyu immediately lowered his center of gravity, pulled out a black rope from his sleeve, and used force on his wrist to wrap it around the opponent's sword that was breaking through the air.
A handsome guy with black hair, red clothes and black spots on his face effortlessly cut the black rope in half with the sword in his hand, but was hit by a bullet that broke through the air in mid-air with a "clang" sound and stopped two feet away from the tip of his nose.
Mo Shiyu even saw the scattered sparks produced by the high-speed collision of metal in front of him.
Kenji Hagiwara slowly retracted the gun, half-closed his eyes, and his gaze was cold and focused.
The handsome Sanwu put away his sword smoothly and tilted his hat towards him, "Excuse me."
Mo Shiyu looked at the two halves of the rope: "..." If it weren't for Hagiwara Kenji's amazing shot, his face would probably have been split into two pieces like the rope.
Psychic!
Hagiwara Kenji snapped, "Who are you to attack ordinary people in broad daylight?"
"I'm a hound." The handsome guy turned around and said softly, "Actually, if you don't shoot, I won't kill you."
Hound? A government supernatural organization?
It's finally here.
Mo Shiyu slowly pulled out a sharp knife that was flashing with cold light from his sleeve.
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