Chapter 227 Miracle Painting
The information that the CIA gave to Morifushi Kagemitsu contained very little about the former Whisky Trio.
After all, among the undercover agents they sent into the organization, the one who infiltrated the deepest was only Rena Mizunashi.
Under Gin's deliberate control, Rena Mizunashi had little contact with other members of the organization.
The information only mentioned that among the three bottles of whiskey, the bourbon whiskey was now doing well in the intelligence team, the rye whiskey was an FBI undercover agent, his identity was exposed two years ago, and he escaped from Japan; and there was even less description of the scotch whiskey, only saying that he was also an undercover agent of a certain official organization and was executed by Punch three years ago.
As for the photos…
Not one.
However, from the conversation between the few people just now, Zhu Fu Jingguang has already extracted key information.
First, he looks very Scottish.
Second, although he looked very Scottish, he was definitely not Scottish - what characteristics did he have that prevented these people from killing him as the real undercover agent while being surprised by his appearance?
Third, Scotland and Punch have a special connection. When they met him, although Punch wasn't present, several people mentioned Punch. This suggests that seeing his face and thinking of Scotland naturally led them to think of Punch, who had a special connection with him.
Zhu Fu Jingguang couldn't help but think more.
Did the CIA...know that his face was important to Punch, so they used him to force Punch to make some limited compromises?
For some reason, Zhu Fushimizu did not feel much gratitude towards the CIA for raising him after he lost his memory.
Even though he was trained as an undercover agent and became a CIA spy, he was not very loyal to the CIA.
After all, they refused to tell him why he had lost his memory, nor did they want to tell him why they had taken him away from Japan.
Therefore, after the conversation just now, he instinctively tended to believe that he was being used by the CIA and handed over to Punch as an object in exchange for resources.
Thinking of this, Zhu Fujingguang couldn't help but feel a little complicated: What exactly is the relationship between Punch and Scotland that he would risk betrayal and make a deal with the CIA just for a face that looks similar to his?
"Who's Scotland?" His face formed an expression of curiosity and embarrassment. "Do I look like him?"
The blonde witch smiled. "A person who was supposed to live only in memory. Don't worry about him, sweetheart. We all know that human appearance is just a mask."
“Even the most beautiful woman will decay with the passage of time.”
“When someone looks at you and sees someone else through you, remember that she is simply fascinated by her reflection in your eyes.”
Although Zhu Fushi Jingguang had just met Vermouth, he was already accustomed to her riddle style.
"Senior, are you talking about Punch?" He revealed his genuine confusion to Vermouth, determined to defeat the Riddler's riddle with a quick word: "Could it be that the senior looks at me differently because of my appearance?"
Vermouth's smile faded slightly.
She looked at Zhu Fu Jingguang, and Zhu Fu Jingguang keenly sensed from her eyes a little bit of worry in her heart.
"If possible, I wish he could only live in my memory." After a while, the witch withdrew her scrutinizing gaze, leaned back on the sofa, and sighed.
"But that's exactly what she expected."
There was a silence.
Zhu Fu Jingguang didn't know what to say.
The witch in front of me seemed to be reminiscing about the past...I shouldn't be talking at this time and disturbing her?
While he was hesitating, Vermouth had already adjusted herself.
"She'll look at you differently, Morimoto Hiroshi." She smiled charmingly, "But if you dare to take advantage of this, I promise that I will deprive you of your freedom, no matter who stands in your way."
…
Zhu Fujingguang was assigned to Punch without even performing a decent mission.
With trepidation, he opened the APP on his phone that connected to the organization's intranet several times, poked at the column that said Punch, opened the dialog box, closed it, opened the personal business card, closed it... He didn't know whether he could find any information in the dialog box without chat history, or whether he could see anything in the blank personal profile.
After Vermouth said that sentence which was not sure whether it could be considered a threat, he was taken to the teacher who organized the training camp and announced that he had graduated.
Although he has only been in the organization for a week.
She seemed not to be worried about his identity at all, unlike Gin who released murderous intent and hostility as soon as they met.
After classifying his file as a formal member, Vermouth took a mobile phone from the technical department and gave it to him, and asked his colleagues in the technical department to teach him how to use the organization's intranet.
There was also an APP in the mobile phone that could connect to the organization's intranet. Vermouth handed the phone to him and asked him to contact Punch himself, and then quickly left the organization's base.
It was as if she had come here just to rescue this newcomer who looked like a Scot from Gin and push him to Punch's side.
All the suspicions that arose because of his appearance were blocked by the woman. Morofushi Kagemitsu understood what Gin meant - if his identity was discovered to be problematic, Vermouth would be fully responsible.
But Zhu Fu Jingguang also knew very well that although Vermouth treated him very intimately, she did not like him.
There was a kind of contempt and hatred deep in her eyes, which Zhu Fujingguang felt and could not ignore.
What makes her hate herself so much that she would risk taking responsibility for her own problematic identity?
The answer was easily deduced, pointing to the name that had been appearing before Zhu Fushi Jingguang since he came into contact with the organization -
——Punch.
Punch is undoubtedly a very important member. Gin, Vermouth, and Vodka all care about Punch.
The CIA's strategy was at least partially correct: use his face to contact Punch, infiltrate the organization, and extract intelligence - for Punch's sake, at least no one would make things difficult for him.
However, when the plan reached its first step, Zhufu Jingguang encountered difficulties.
He took his cell phone and simply sat on a bench by the roadside.
Who can tell him how to greet Punch?
He typed and deleted in the dialog box, and finally a sentence came out:
"Hello, Senior, I'm Morimoto Hiroshi, nice to meet you."
After thinking about it, he changed the sentence to:
"Hello, Punch-senpai, I'm Morimoto Hiroshi. Vermouth-senpai asked me to come see you. Where should I go to find you?"
Then click Send to send it out.
Punch's reply came faster than he expected.
She texted him an address.
There was no further words to say.
Zhu Fu Jingguang took a deep breath, picked up his heavy violin case, left the bench, and went to the place designated by Punch.
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"What do you think?" Lin Xi put down the paintbrush and asked the little robot.
The little robot's data network flickered. "...I don't know how to comment on this."
Large swathes of bright paint are splashed across the canvas, and the distorted human bodies are equally bright. The contours no longer obey the form, but rather fiercely highlight their presence.
All the elements are equally distinct, and even the canvas seems too small to contain these contradictory and conflicting elements. However, looking at the whole painting, these elements are governed by a strange harmony, like countless powerful notes being grasped by the same hand, forcing them to become notes in a single melody.
Anyone who sees this painting will be captivated by the powerful sound in it.
The hand that controls everything is currently sorting all the brushes into categories and placing them in boxes, preparing to wash them later.
"If you put your painting next to Mr. Uetsuji's fake, the fake pales in comparison... Anyone with no knowledge of art can tell the difference," the robot said. "Your work deserves the fame of X."
Lin Xi touched the little robot's head.
She didn't react in response to Noah's praise, and seemed to be lost in thought.
"Noah, I am now sure that I do have a talent for painting."
The little robot blinked and listened quietly.
"No, it's not just talent... talent alone can't do this. I must have practiced many times to be able to draw such a work." Lin Xi stared at the wet painting.
"But do you still remember the style of X's works in the "Rebirth" exhibition that Ueji Shin once described to me?"
Noah pulled up the files. "According to Mr. Ueji's text message, the paintings in 'Rebirth' have the following three characteristics."
“First, the special lighting and sound in the exhibition hall make it easier for visitors to immerse themselves in it;”
“Secondly, there is a special smell in the exhibition hall;”
“Third, there are symbolic elements in X’s paintings.”
"That's right," Lin Xi said. "People who saw the exhibition had a very vague impression of it. The fact that Kamijutsuji Shin was able to pull out three characteristics from her vague memories to answer my question shows that these three characteristics were truly impressive."
"But none of these three characteristics appear in my paintings."
"This painting took me a week to complete, and I painted it entirely by instinct. The painting process is amazing; as soon as I put down one stroke, I already know where the next one will go. However, throughout the entire painting process, I never even thought of adding symbols, nor did I have the urge to add light, smell, and sound to the easel painting to create an installation art."
Ever since knowing that "Lin Xi" is "X", Lin Xi has been trying to confirm one thing.
That is, does "Lin Xi"'s active desire to commit suicide have anything to do with her traveling through time?
Through the various clues we have encountered before, the facts that can be integrated now are:
There was something wrong with Lin Xi’s exhibition “Rebirth”; everyone who saw it went crazy.
After realizing this, "Lin Xi" destroyed the exhibition, burned all the paintings, and attempted suicide, but failed.
A year later, Lin Xi traveled to this world.
There was no harm on his body.
Lin Xi's suicide was definitely a protest against something. Lin Xi speculated that her proud talent was being exploited for ill—like making the world's powerful and famous sick, or even creating another personality in her head—so she began to resist. Finding her resistance ineffective, the girl decided to burn all her works, along with herself, the creator of them.
But such attempts were unsuccessful, at least the last one was unsuccessful - she did not die until a year later.
When Lin Xi fell from the sky with her body, she was truly dead.
Thinking about it now, the cotton slippers and pajamas I was wearing at that time... did they really belong to me in the previous world?
It was night time, so it made sense for "Lin Xi" to be dressed like that.
Was her entry a coincidence, or was it intentional? What if what she thought was falling from the sky was just another fight against fate on the part of "Lin Xi," a young woman who had leaped from a residential building roof and landed on a garbage dump?
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