Chapter 102 About the Sudden Appearance of the Dead
Late at night, a tall, muscular figure dressed in the uniform of a Wuthering Heights butler sneaked into a room.
"Brother, something's definitely not right here!"
Vodka wasn't on duty tonight, which gave him a chance to move around freely. Otherwise, Otis would have had him completely arranged for him, and he wouldn't have had a moment to rest.
Bourbon was already waiting in the room, and Gin looked at Vodka, who had been shouting as soon as he entered, with a displeased expression.
Vodka wisely lowered his voice; he had indeed been a bit too loud.
“Without a doubt, that was me.” Bourbon continued his conversation with Gin. “The remaining two… were indeed those two traitors.”
Bourbon adopted a confident expression: "Even Vermouth can't create clones and can't pretend to be three people at once. Besides, subconscious little movements can't be faked no matter what."
Therefore, he immediately recognized the three people: his own slightly immature appearance, the damned FBI, and... Morofushi Kagemitsu, who should have died.
Gin reached into his pocket, trying to light a cigarette, but found nothing. His weapons and all sorts of odds and ends had been taken away by those damned butlers.
"Hmph, since he's a traitor, he should pay the price."
TopKiller of the organization sneered and looked at his underling. Vodka, who had inexplicably become a butler, was not entirely useless. He knew who was on patrol tonight.
As long as they avoid those elusive butlers and make contact with the other bourbon, those two traitors who are still smugly believing they've hidden themselves well...
"Didn't you regret not having personally finished the Scotch whisky for a long time? Bourbon, your chance has come."
Vodka found it strange; Bourbon's expression wasn't quite pleasant. It wasn't that he was in a bad mood or excited, but rather that he was contemplating a potentially unfavorable outcome.
"Gin, in this chaotic manor, are you sure you can successfully kill the traitor? Don't alert him. Otherwise, you might not catch the snake and instead startle the one you shouldn't."
As he spoke, the notorious mystic within the organization pointed upstairs, where the person holding the "dog" lived.
They didn't know his name; they only heard people call him "supervisor" in private.
Upstairs, X, unaware that he had suddenly become the mastermind, was also awake.
The curly-haired officer was sitting opposite him with a serious expression; anyone who didn't know better would think he was a criminal being interrogated by the police.
What exactly is going on here?
God knows how he felt seeing two Furuya Hachimans, especially the one who brought Mr. Kei along.
He knew the time system here was chaotic, but it shouldn't be this chaotic, right?
Don't tell him that the number of zero-range frostbite here will increase after a while. What are three frostbite ...
X: "Every time we are judged to be out of character, time will rewind to the previous scene. We arrived in this world halfway, so let's just rewind to the past."
“Look at the gentleman who plays Hareton. Although it’s not obvious, he is definitely older than the one who came today.”
Matsuda was reluctantly persuaded and left with doubts in his heart.
They had no idea that the people in the room directly below them were plotting something extraordinary.
Two knocks sounded on the door of the Whiskey Trio.
The rye whiskey, which was closest to the door, went to open it, while bourbon and Scotland became alert, ready to apprehend anyone who made a move.
"Isn't this Hareton?" Rye Whiskey, who was blocking the door, looked at the fifteen or sixteen-year-old boy with some surprise.
"I'm looking for Mr. Amuro."
I don't know if it's just the rye whiskey, but this blond kid really doesn't seem to be treating him well. Right now, he's stepped on his own foot.
Moreover, it's so heavy! He's only a little over 1.6 meters tall, with a well-proportioned figure, neither fat nor strong, but he feels like an adult bourbon is stepping on him.
Don't ask him how he knows what it feels like to have an adult bourbon step on your foot; the answer is that he has.
But this child wasn't Bourbon, so he couldn't really step back. He could only forcefully pull his foot out from under the child's foot, turn around and call out:
“Amuro, here to see you,” the long-haired man said with a playful smile and a teasing tone, “It’s Hareton.”
Rye Whiskey didn't leave immediately; his face was filled with eagerness to watch the drama unfold and a sense of amusement at seeing his rivals having fun.
Unfortunately, the blond, dark-skinned colleague had already seen through the guy's ill intentions and slammed the door shut, shutting out the annoying guy's green eyes.
"What do you want from me?" Bourbon Whiskey looked down at the boy who looked remarkably like himself and spoke first.
Amuro Tooru sensed that the image he was seeing was not quite right. Recalling the difference between what he saw in the past and what he saw now, he knew that perhaps in his own eyes, he was still a teenager.
“Mr. Amuro,” said Hareton, the pseudo-teenager who was actually a few years older than himself, “my grandfather has something to say to you.”
“Mr. Earnshaw?” Bourbon Whiskey was a little puzzled. He had no connection with that gentleman at all.
But when you're under someone's roof, you still have to listen to the host, not to mention that Hareton was in a hurry for some reason, almost constantly urging him, as if he were avoiding someone.
Amuro Tooru was indeed in a hurry. In a few minutes, Faust, who was on night duty tonight, would pass by here, and then there would be no way to explain it.
The two hurried upstairs, where Mr. Earnshaw was sitting waiting for them as soon as Bourbon No. 2 entered.
Gin: "Bourbon, Scotland, and Rye are all traitors."
Bourbon's pupils dilated in shock. How did he know Scotland was a traitor? And what did he mean by "everyone is a traitor"?!
Besides, who are you? I don't know you either.
"Haha, are you talking about the types of wine?"
"Bourbon, don't you recognize Big Brother?" The butler in uniform asked, his tone filled with doubt. What was wrong with him? Was he pretending to be deaf and dumb in front of Big Brother?
Bourbon fell silent. The title "Big Brother" and the size of the person in front of him reminded him of an acquaintance, a rat-catching maniac. Could it be? Gin and Vodka don't look like this, do they?
"Gin?" Bourbon asked tentatively, sizing up the unfamiliar white-haired man.
"It's me."
It really was him. Why did he change his expression? The distillery member, disguised as a lost traveler, turned to the butler who had just warned him:
"Are you Vodka?"
Seeing the butler nod, Bourbon turned to his back, his tone strange: "You wouldn't happen to be Vermouth, would you?"
Besides changing her face, she can also accentuate her collarbone?
“I am Bourbon,” the child said.
"Then you're Bourbon, and who am I?"
“You’re a bourbon too.” The white-haired man, as if tired of pointless words, interrupted the conversation between the two bourbons.
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X was startled by the light and realized that the curtains had been pulled open. He was about to cover his head with the blanket, but found that the blanket was like a weight and could not be pulled at all.
Even when he tried to shrink back, something was pressing down on him. Because of last night's conversation, the supervisor, who hadn't slept enough, tried several times without success. Suddenly, he felt a surge of anger and pulled the blanket up with a strong force.
Just as I was satisfied with covering my head and blocking out the light, the next moment...
"Well!"
A lump of nothing was torn away by the blanket, flying high into the air before crashing heavily onto X.
X almost got hit so hard he went to report to Carmen on the spot. What are you still sleeping for? If you sleep any longer, you really won't wake up.
He pulled back the blanket, and the folded corners wrapped the "falling object" inside. The nothingness writhed and spun around in the blanket, sinking deeper and deeper. The big ball of blanket rolled around on the bed.
Finally, with a thud, the blanket and the anomaly fell to the ground.
Just as Wuwu was wriggling around in bed, X saw the person drawing the curtains.
It was Catherine, no, it was Adam. He was wearing his classic skin, a white robe, and his white hair and clothes were shimmering slightly in the morning sunlight, making even his face seem to glow.
To someone unaware of the situation, this scene could easily be described as angelic, but in X's eyes, Adam was just a perfect third wheel; if it weren't for Adam's reflection, she wouldn't have been woken up.
What are you doing here?
Something about Catherine in Isabella's room doesn't seem right.
“The script has already collapsed, so why should I play the role?” He seemed to find it amusing, feeling quite pleased with himself. “The first person to defy fate has appeared here.”
X attempted to translate, but failed. He asked, "Who has turned their back on fate?"
"Hmph, someone died."
For some reason, Adam's wonderful mood seemed to have suddenly vanished.
Upon hearing that someone had died, X instinctively assumed it was one of the housekeepers and closed his eyes to open the door… Open the door? There was no one inside. It wasn't a criminal who died; it was someone else.
"I'll go check. You keep an eye on things; you'll find nothing." With that, X went out.
Finally, he managed to get close to the hand above his head, but all he could see was X's back and Adam looking down at him. The hand above his head slowly waved as if to say hello.
The supervisor rushed downstairs and saw Matsuda Jinpei squatting there with a serious expression and a very unpleasant look on his face.
Rather, the expressions on the faces of those present were far from pleasant.
X didn't know who had died, but he saw someone leaving the stage standing to the side, seemingly on a different level from the other performers.
It's Hareton, no, it's the actor who plays him, Amuro Tooru.
Amuro Tooru was watching Matsuda circle around "his" corpse when he felt a gaze. He turned around and saw the "supervisor" here.
He saw those golden eyes and realized that this person could definitely see him.
He had been wandering around here for a long time, and no one had noticed him, not even his younger self.
"Manager, did he leave as well?"
Rimbaud noticed X, recalled his own perspective as an observer during the "finale" of filming, and saw the supervisor staring into thin air. He then asked...
"Yes, he didn't really die; it's part of the script."
But Adam's outfit... wait, could that white robe have been mistaken for a white nightgown?
X wanted to laugh, but this wasn't the right occasion; there was a police officer investigating the case.
At the same time, everyone present received a new script.
"Away from the hustle and bustle of the manor, life was peaceful and serene as always, but things suddenly changed after the arrival of three strangers. A sudden murder shattered everything. Please find the real killer."
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Author's Note: Shocking! A murder has occurred at the villa, and the killer is... [doge][doge]
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