Chapter 107 About Dogs
"I already told you, that wasn't me and my older brother!"
The burly man in sunglasses, who had miraculously returned from the dead, was arguing vehemently that they had never returned to the organization, so why were they accused of having a drastic personality change and losing important organizational assets?
Enraged, Vodka turned his attention to Bourbon, who sat to the side, feigning indifference.
"Bourbon, say something! The strangest one they're talking about is your imposter!"
Even if you beat Vodka to death, he would never have imagined what it meant for Bourbon to be running around with his eyes shining, while his older brother was just there to create a lively atmosphere.
Gin glanced at Vodka, who was practically slamming his fist on the table, and then looked at Bourbon, who resembled a rat, beside him.
"Shut up."
As if by conditioned reflex, Vodka immediately shut his mouth upon receiving the command, his eyes, hidden behind sunglasses, looking at his older brother with a puzzled expression.
“You’ve seen it too, Gin,” Bourbon, who had been silent all along while flipping through the latest intelligence on them, finally spoke, looking at Gin who had also come to the same conclusion, “Just like we played the roles of Earnshaw and Hareton, our identities have also been taken over by them.”
Coincidentally, on another timeline, Gin, having finished a busy day at work, was framed by Vermouth Void.
The woman said he was spreading rumors.
Not only did they spread rumors that vodka was dead, but they also said that Scotland and rye were rats.
Given Gin's tendency to randomly identify mice, this is understandable, but he actually openly claimed that his loyal driver was dead!
The boss felt this wouldn't do. He now seriously suspected that the sharpest knife in his hand might be suffering from some psychological problems.
This kind of thing can be a big deal or a small deal. If it's small, it's just spreading rumors. If it's big... then it's out of control. What if Gin has a relapse one day and says he's dead? What would happen to the organization?
No, Gin needs to see a psychologist!
Not to mention the rat Gin mentioned, the Whiskey Trio did a pretty good job on their mission this time, successfully bringing back a finely crafted pocket watch for the organization.
The watch case is engraved with an hourglass-like pattern. After a brief analysis by the research institute, it was concluded that this thing is extraordinary, but it is completely beyond the scope of current technology to analyze.
However, it's clear that this pocket watch is closely related to time, which is exactly the news the organization's boss wants to hear.
After arranging a meeting between a reliable psychologist and a model worker, the elderly man, who was barely clinging to life, seemed to have found his hope.
He was determined to master this technology, and he planned to send out a three-person team, but this time he was dissuaded by Rum.
Rum didn't want to see such a promising talent as Bourbon was wasted on this kind of mission, so in the end, the task fell to two other people.
X, who had completely deviated from the script, resurrected his dead butler... The resurrection failed, or rather, it failed. Not only did the man not come back to life, but even the clothes that the dog had worn were gone.
Not only them, but also Ryoshu and Otis, who were still alive, disappeared as the clock reversed.
All that remained were the personality cards that represented their identities. The black-haired youth stuffed them into his pocket. Now, there were truly only three people and a dog left.
However… X pulled out his personality cards from his pocket and lined them up. Don Quixote curiously crowded around and squeezed to the side to look at the cards.
"Faust, there are two now."
A calm female voice sounded from behind the two of them, startling Don Quixote so much that he jumped up on the spot.
"Wh-what...who is it?!"
She turned her head and saw the white-haired woman, still wearing her LCB badge, standing there. Her voice was filled with surprise, "Oh! Lady Faust, it's been a long time!"
At the same time, as if having completed their mission, the two personality cards representing Faust disappeared without a trace, leaving not even a speck of dust behind.
“Long time no see, Miss Don Quixote,” she said to Don Quixote, who was rushing towards her, then looked at the other two people who were identical except for their hair. “Perhaps Faust should call you Supervisor?”
Her light blue eyes shifted to Adam, and she nodded to him: "Mr. Adam."
She had heard of this man from Faust, who worked for the Lobotomy Corporation, in the "Floating Machine".
Adam took over the work that originally belonged to X, and he also tried to separate a part of the Golden Bough from the body of nothingness.
He held the intestine there and shook it for a long time, but made no progress except turning his four empty eyes into mosquito coils.
The mouth that had been stealing the golden branch was now tightly closed by Him, as if afraid that He would shake it out.
The young man with white hair and a white robe turned the dog around, and its two golden eyes stared directly into the dog's four eyes.
Having nothing, it stood still and performed the classic example of a guilty puppy, its four eyes looking up at the sky and down at the ground, darting left and right, but never looking at Adam.
"Spit it out."
The dog, feigning ignorance, remained unmoved. Adam reached out and pried open the little mouth on its head. Suddenly overcome with excitement, it swallowed with a gulp.
After swallowing, He opened His tightly closed little mouth wide for Adam to examine.
It even licked Adam's hand with its big tongue, as if trying to please him.
The attempt to please him failed. His empty, semi-transparent body had already exposed everything. On the upper part of his back, a small golden dot was flashing.
With each breath, the golden light flickered, like a breathing lamp.
"Let's dig it up."
A cold voice announced a cold decision. Nothingness was somewhat puzzled; He saw with all four eyes, but Adam's only mouth remained silent. Who was it...?
The voice of X emerged from behind Nothingness, and the two researchers with golden eyes immediately agreed.
There's no need to choose a date; right now, right here, they're going to see the amazing reaction between Jinzhi and the dog.
The dog, which had been behaving itself, began to struggle after hearing about the decision, but Adam held on firmly. Later, X also came to lend a hand, unless it immediately transformed into its third form and ran away.
Otherwise, He would be on the lab table today!!
Something suddenly flashed through His empty and not-so-bright mind: the things He had just eaten told Him some wonderful little bits of knowledge.
The weight in Adam and X's hands suddenly lightened, and the dog cracked—it cracked in a physical sense.
Having nothing, it split in two from left to right, and taking advantage of its shrinkage, it slid directly out of the hands of two researchers whose physical abilities were not very good.
The two dogs then ran off in different directions. Don Quixote tried to catch one of the dogs, but she was mercilessly knocked to the ground by the dog, who was running at high speed.
The blue hand, as if finding Don Quixote in the way, swiftly shoved the blonde girl who had been knocked down aside to keep her out of the way.
Faust's previously listless gaze sharpened. She drew her two-handed sword, intending to buy some time, but another dog suddenly appeared from behind her. Its large, grotesque head rammed into her, sending the composed white-haired woman flying.
Faust was defeated.
*
Matsuda Jinpei stared blankly at the scenery outside the Metropolitan Police Department window. Today was November 7th.
Just yesterday, they arrested the so-called murderer and the police forcibly took over the case. As for what happened next, it was beyond the knowledge of Matsuda, the junior officer who joined the force halfway through the investigation.
Matsuda Jinpei was not unaware that the so-called murderer taken away by Inspector Megure was actually a scapegoat, and that he had been deliberately framed by his own colleagues.
However, he didn't know what they had been through, nor could he dissuade them, since if he made a single wrong move, he could put them to death.
Moreover... he had already planned to go back to that manor after dealing with that guy from today's operation point; he was determined to take down that monster...
Just as he predicted, that guy made his fortune as usual...
"What's this?"
"A prank?"
My colleagues' voices were a chaotic mess.
They had been mentally prepared for a potentially turbulent day because of Matsuda Jinpei's countdown, but the fax did arrive, though the content was not quite right.
"I am a Knight of the Round Table"
That's it. There were only those few words on the whole page, without any beginning or end.
The curly-haired officer expressionlessly took the fax from his colleague. Sure enough, just as they had said, there were only these few words on the A4 paper; the rest was gibberish.
What's going on here? He wondered if the words had some special meaning or code.
"Knights of the Round Table, Knights of the Round Table...the Round Table?"
"Are you talking about the Knights of the Round Table? You guys watch King Arthur too?" A young police officer who happened to walk in showed an expression of finding a kindred spirit.
But his fellow enthusiast didn't answer him; instead, he suddenly stood up.
"If it's the round table from the Knights of the Round Table, then it's a circular structure where people can sit in order!"
"Ferris wheel!"
The officers, prompted by the suggestion, remembered the giant Ferris wheel.
However, because they had more time to think, the Metropolitan Police Department received a new emergency call; it really was a Ferris wheel.
The Ferris wheel exploded.
When the police officers rushed to the scene, they found the atmosphere somewhat strange.
"I'm so sorry," said the Ferris wheel operator who also called the police, looking embarrassed. "There was actually no explosion here; it was all a misunderstanding."
"What exactly happened?" Inspector Megure was also a bit confused.
"The thing is, we heard a loud noise and saw smoke in the carriage where the noise came from, so we instinctively thought it was an explosion."
He nervously rubbed his hands together.
"But actually, it's a lunatic playing with firecrackers inside."
Inspector Megure touched his ear and repeated, "Playing with firecrackers?!"
"Yes, he has been taken away by the doctors at the mental hospital, and they even covered our losses."
He gestured for the police to look to the other side, where they saw an unremarkable middle-aged man sandwiched between two young doctors who looked exactly alike.
Looking at the man's silly grin, Inspector Megure agreed with the staff's assessment; this gentleman did indeed appear to be mentally unstable.
Setting off firecrackers inside the train carriage is somewhat understandable.
The twin doctors were holding their patient tightly, as if afraid he would run away again.
I don't know when X picked up this bad habit of eating random things.
He and Adam chased the dog all the way from the suburbs to the city center. Fortunately, after the split, His power was also weakened, otherwise, the ordinary people would have gone crazy by now.
He first ruthlessly killed a middle-aged man who was squatting by the roadside sending faxes, then, wearing his leather, wandered to the hospital and ate a black box.
It ran back here and ate the explosives in the carriage. Yes, the sound just now was indeed an explosion, but it exploded inside the dog's stomach. It even ate the rather large bomb while still in human form.
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