Chapter 9 Chapter 9 Do you mind if I call you Zero?
Zhu Fujingguang almost couldn't control his expression.
In addition to the popular science at the beginning of 1207, Zhu Fujingguang himself also looked up the physiological characteristics of each gender, especially omega, and naturally understood what the string of words in the "master's" mouth meant.
This time, before Zhu Fu Jingguang could call 1207, the small system popped up to clarify itself: "I have really searched everything I could find, and I certainly haven't found any such issues in Scotland... But there's never been any footage related to his estrus period."
If he didn't use the inhibitor, and Bourbon, who was 100% compatible with him, was in the same safe house with him, it might not work even if the door was closed.
Given the Scottish character, they would definitely prefer to use inhibitors that their bodies are intolerant to and pass out from the pain rather than have someone mark them, even if it was just a temporary mark.
The inhibitors in the room said it all.
Zhu Fujingguang put down his bowl and chopsticks and made a sign language: "I'm fine."
The phone he used to type had been taken away by the housekeeper, so he could only use sign language. I guess the "master" had his own way of knowing what he wanted to say.
Sure enough, the butler who seemed to have been keeping his head down immediately used his translator function.
Vermouth held the Japanese teacup with the elegant gesture of gently shaking a red wine glass: "Is Bourbon unwilling? I know some harmless medicine. If you need it, I will give it to you later."
The Master disagreed with her overly rude and direct approach: "Young people nowadays still value mutual consent. However, I have some impression of Bourbon. He is quite ambitious and capable. If he is willing to treat you well, you might consider giving him a seat."
Zhu Fujingguang was originally thinking that these two people played the roles of the red and white cops very skillfully, and complained to 1207, who was inexplicably excited, that this drama of a wealthy family recruiting a son-in-law was old-fashioned and made him uncomfortable, but he was surprised and confused when he heard the second half of the word "master".
Would he really be so kind to Scotland? And the other party's true identity...
Zhu Fushiki Kagemitsu originally thought that "Master" was the legendary Rum, who could be a one-eyed strong man, a woman, or an old man. However, Vermouth would not treat Rum so lowly. After hearing this, Zhu Fushiki Kagemitsu immediately dispelled his original suspicion. He did not believe that Rum had such power, even as the head of the intelligence team.
And if it was the person he guessed.
Zhu Fujing lowered his eyes, not wanting anyone present to notice the turmoil in his eyes.
Whether as a member of an organization or as an undercover agent, the opportunity to climb up and contact the core figures is too precious.
So instead of rejecting it outright, he responded like this: “Let me think about it.”
After this topic, there were no other sharp topics. The "master" took turns caring about Scotland and Vermouth like an ordinary elder in the family.
Because he really knew nothing about the relationship between them, Zhu Fujingguang used very little sign language, and it was just simple responses.
He waited until the small but clear sound of tableware being put down came from behind the curtain. Before he could breathe a sigh of relief, he heard the "master" speak again: "It's a rare opportunity for you to come back. You all should stay here tonight."
Her carefully crafted nails tapped lightly on the wall of the cup. Vermouth smiled and said, "It depends on whether he is willing. Maybe Bourbon is waiting for him to come back."
Did you ignore such a big Lei?
Zhu Fu Jingguang did not continue with the rich family's urging for marriage drama that had been going on for the entire meal, but nodded slightly towards the curtain.
He didn't intend to miss this opportunity to go deep into the nest.
Zhu Fujingguang was not very worried about his personal safety. If the other party really wanted to attack him, there was no need to use such a roundabout method.
Led by the butler to Scotland's room, Zhu Fujingguang immediately started looking for any monitoring or surveillance equipment after entering. Finally, he found a bug under the desk, but no surveillance equipment.
He did not take the bug, nor did he destroy it. As a person whose cell phone was taken away and who "cannot speak", destroying the bug would not only be useless to him but would also arouse suspicion.
Then I had time to take a good look at the room.
Most of it meets the specifications of this mansion, including the floor space and the decoration style that seems to be from the last century, but apart from the lack of windows, it seems more humane than this empty house.
There was a bunch of beautiful fresh cut flowers in the long-necked vase on the desk, and a few small potted plants on the sealed windowsill.
An entire wall of bookshelves was filled with books, ranging from human medicine to cooking and music theory. They were not arranged neatly, but scattered here and there, with a few scattered notebooks mixed in among the books.
If these objects did not look very new, the books did not show any signs of being turned, and there was not a single word in the notebook, Zhu Fujingguang would even suspect that someone had actually lived in this room.
It looks more like a one-to-one replica of the finished product.
With nothing else to pass the time, he read a medical book for a while and then fell asleep unknowingly.
One o'clock in the morning.
The blue cat's eyes suddenly opened, and there was no trace of sleep in them.
Without the barrier patch behind his neck, the crisp aroma of grape oolong in the room was now even stronger than that in his safe house.
After quietly putting on his coat and shoes, Zhu Fujingguang slipped out silently like a cat through the crack of the carefully opened door.
The corridor was covered with thick red velvet carpet, which absorbed most of the sound and looked like oxidized blood in the dim light of the wall lamp.
The windows on both sides were also sealed, and on this cold December night, not even the cold wind could escape in.
As if afraid of tripping in the dim light, Zhu Fujingguang walked slowly with his fingers touching the wall.
At the end of the corridor is a staircase, but in this light it is impossible to see where it leads to.
After a slight hesitation, Zhu Fujingguang walked towards the stairs above.
"It's so late, what's the matter, Master?"
The butler's voice sounded calmly but abruptly behind him.
The young man with cat eyes nonchalantly withdrew the foot he had just stepped forward. He turned to face the butler and gestured in sign language, "I went to bed too early and now that I'm awake I'm a little hungry, so I decided to go out for a walk and see if there's anything to eat."
"There's a call bell in the room. Master, you can have us bring it to you."
He said this but did nothing, just stood there.
So Zhufu Jingguang repeated: "I want to stop by and take a look."
The butler stared at him as if trying to discern something. Only then did Zhu Fujingguang realize that the old man had a pair of green eyes, which exuded an inorganic coldness.
After looking for a while, he took the lead and walked downstairs.
Zhu Fu Jingguang followed suit readily.
Unexpectedly, going down the stairs was the restaurant where we would have dinner.
The long table and curtains had been drawn, making the restaurant seem even emptier. Far from giving a sense of spaciousness, the towering roof looked like the mouth of a giant beast, a terrifying sight.
Beyond the restaurant is another long corridor, but there are no doors on either side of the corridor, only huge portrait oil paintings.
The paintings all show the same person in different poses.
The young man had smooth and beautiful blond hair, a fair and handsome face, and his upturned green eyes were filled with a gentle smile.
Zhu Fu Jingguang subconsciously looked at the butler and found that he had just taken his eyes off the oil painting.
It was not known whether it was the housekeeper's order or it was just like that, but the lights were still on in the dim house. Zhu Fujingguang sat on the dining chair outside, and soon someone brought him steaming dumplings and seafood soup.
Being hungry was his excuse, and he was not in a hurry to eat. Instead, he pointed to the seat opposite him and motioned the butler to sit down.
After refusing twice, the butler probably sat down based on the principle that three times the limit is enough.
Then he shared half of the dumplings with Zhu Fujingguang.
The old man ate a dumpling and then stopped eating: "Young Master is more humane and more like himself than before."
Zhu Fujingguang expressed doubts with his eyes.
As if realizing he had spoken out of turn, the butler changed the subject: "The master sincerely hopes you will come back. He is old and needs someone to accompany him."
Thinking of the voice of "Master" which was obviously that of a middle-aged man, Zhu Fujingguang ate in silence without expressing his opinion, but he couldn't help wondering why he didn't call Vermouth back, or perhaps Vermouth didn't want to come back.
Moreover, if "Master" and Vermouth are father and daughter, their ages seem to be inconsistent.
After this midnight snack, the butler sent Zhu Fu Jingguang back to his room. He did not leave the room again. At dawn the next day, he was taken out by Vermouth in the same way.
Zhu Fu Jingguang did not tell Vermouth where his safe house was, but just asked her to drop him off on the side of the road.
So after concluding with the words "Looking forward to new progress between you and Bourbon", Zhu Fushigaku was placed at the entrance of a remote alley.
The young man with cat eyes turned around in place, and the sniper who had traveled through the streets and alleys of Tokyo for missions quickly recognized where he was.
He skillfully turned left in the alley and passed two forks in the road, then used the phone card he had used a few days ago to call Toru Amuro again.
This time the phone rang for a while before it was picked up: "Mr. Cat?"
From the moment Zhu Fujingguang saw Vermouth, his heart, which had been hanging in the air, began to land gently.
He had originally planned to call Furuya Rei again in the next two days. According to the other party's efficiency, it was enough to thoroughly investigate whether the information he provided that night was true. He needed to confirm the other party's undercover identity again before revealing the next piece of information.
But only now did Zhu Fujingguang realize that after he escaped from the nest, he longed for the voice of the young girl in his heart.
"Mr. Amuro should have been able to verify the information I said that day, right?" The voice was still slow and gentle, but the content was straightforward and to the point.
Amuro Toru's voice sounded distressed: "Mr. Cat, although I am a detective, I don't have the time to take on a case like this where there is no client and only some scattered information."
As if unaware of the rejection in the other person's words, Morobushi Kagemitsu changed the subject and tried to improve the relationship: "Speaking of which, isn't calling you 'Mr. Amuro' a bit too distant? Do you mind if I call you Zero?"
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