Chapter 111 About the Winery
As if exposing the construction department group meant there was no need to hide himself, Abel simply appeared directly at Lobotomy Corporation.
However, unlike the well-dressed middle-aged man X remembered, this was a twelve or thirteen-year-old child.
Abel shrank.
Appearing before X was Abel, dressed in a small suit, who appeared to be between an elementary and middle school student.
Another familiar face appeared with him, and waved and smiled when he saw him.
"Long time no see, Participation Award... oh, no, should I call you the manager of Company L, or X..."
The CEO of Company T, still wearing his female subordinate's uniform, was still a chatterbox, constantly babbling on and on, and most importantly, speaking at an extremely fast pace.
The words passed through my brain in a strange way, leaving no trace; they were so-called "successfully going in one ear and out the other."
"Hello, Herbert." X, still wearing the Adam shell, grabbed the hand of the CEO of Company T and shook it up and down, trying to force him to mute.
The attempt to mute him failed, but the man continued rambling.
X glanced at Abel, who was clearly a child but was still holding that cane. His expression remained unchanged, just as the place remained quiet.
He was immune to Herbert's attacks; you're something else.
Herbert was very talkative, and X couldn't find a chance to speak. He could only look at Abel and signal with his eyes what he was there for.
Without Abel's reply, the mysterious man in blue, currently dressed in brown, took out his pocket watch and checked the time.
He touched his chin and exclaimed, "Oh dear!"
"It's already this late, so I'll be going now."
Outside the door were his subordinates, who looked somewhat travel-worn, having clearly come from a very long journey.
"represent."
She looked at her boss, who had suddenly left the company for some unknown reason and disappeared for a long time, supposedly to discuss business.
"wheat……"
The two walked further and further away, and all that could be heard was Herbert calling the name of his level 5 employee, and the rest was just a blurry sound.
Abel sat there calmly, holding the coffee he had gotten from Daniel.
"What is he doing here?" X asked, looking down the corridor where the two had completely disappeared.
It appears suddenly, and then disappears just as suddenly.
“I asked Herbert to help me with something, and now that the request is over, he has no reason to stay here.”
Abel's voice matched his youthful appearance, but his demeanor and tone revealed a sense of vicissitude that was different from his appearance.
He reminded X of that kid named Conan Edogawa, though perhaps Abel was much older than that kid was.
The sense of disharmony between the soul and the body became even stronger.
After getting off work, X, who had been brought to Abel's door, sat opposite him, looking at the black-haired child who was clearly the oldest among Ein's profiles, but now appeared to be the youngest.
The boy, dressed neatly, still had some soft flesh on his face, and looked very well-fed.
"Where have you been all this time?" X asked.
Abel made no attempt to hide anything; he was incredibly honest: "Within an organization that tries to turn back time."
Reverse time.
The white-haired young man was deep in thought, staring blankly at the coffee that Daniel had kindly offered him.
Abel, on the other side, was also looking at this X wearing the wrong shell. Among the many Ain profiles, the most... should we say strange, or wonderful?
In Abel's eyes, X was still the same somewhat unconventional person, but he was different from the X who had passed the Construction Department test under his supervision.
X has experienced a different kind of journey outside and is much more lively than before.
It's just... I don't know if it's just his imagination, but this child doesn't seem very bright.
It's not that he's stupid, but Abel has a strange feeling that this child might suddenly do something weird.
It must be his illusion of being in Adam's body...
Abel, inexplicably biased, silently pinned a completely fabricated charge on Adam.
Adam, wearing the X-shell, felt a chill run down his spine. He looked around suspiciously, but all he could see were employees chatting in twos and threes, and nothing seemed out of the ordinary.
Having finally emerged from the construction department, Abram noticed Adam's unusual behavior and, out of concern, asked, "What's wrong?"
"No..." Adam's words trailed off. What were they doing over there?
The little girl brought back by X was staring straight at the tall woman who was talking to Carly not far away.
The woman being stared at gradually stopped talking; her gaze was so intense that it was impossible to ignore.
She turned her head, and Virgilius saw a face he would never forget in his life—the woman was Violet Teardrop.
The murderer who had almost destroyed everything he had was now smiling, like a kind, elderly auntie, as she walked over.
She seemed to have completely forgotten Rapace and ignored his unpleasant expression, turning to ask the red-haired woman who had walked over with her.
Virgilius recognized her; she was one of X's ministers, and also the Red Reaper before him, Crimson Mist.
X prefers to call her Carly, which is probably her real name.
Two tall women surrounded the short Virgilon, their height casting shadows that almost completely covered the gray-haired girl.
Virgilius had only left that group of sinners who always caused trouble when they got together, simply to find some peace and quiet.
He was sitting here alone when he saw Violet Tears.
However, he was just watching. He knew one thing clearly: the one who caused Violet Tears and the one who drove Tommy to destroy the orphanage were not the same person.
She's currently an employee of Lobotomy Corporation, but... seeing this woman, he...
"Child, are you feeling unwell?" the elderly woman asked with concern.
The gray-haired girl shook her head silently, left without saying a word.
"Is she alright?" Iori asked her student standing next to her.
Carly shook her head. How would she know?
The sinners, who had originally gathered together, became noisy after Faust and Don Quixote switched identities, driving away the guide who couldn't stand the noise.
A little while later, the little girl who had been adorned with the colors returned with a sullen face. The group looked at each other, wondering what had happened.
Although I don't know what happened, I'd better behave myself. The manager who usually pleads for them isn't here right now.
Oh, his body is there, right over there, but the core inside is wrong.
When Vigilius returned, Heathcliff, who was originally closer to him, squeezed back, and Sinclair, who had been sitting comfortably in his seat, was suddenly sandwiched between him and Honglu.
Honglu sat very steadily, so he wasn't pushed at all. Only Sinclair was pushed out of his seat and successfully squeezed between the two of them.
"It's going to be flattened!"
The blond boy was spotted by Curaçao, who happened to be passing by, which prevented him from being turned into a pancake.
Usually, members of the distillery would casually take the child away when they passed by.
Sinclair had just breathed a sigh of relief when he saw the administrator, who was supposedly in a body swap with Mr. Adam, leading a smaller version of himself toward him.
"The organization you mentioned that reverses time, is it them?"
X initially thought it was just an ordinary intruder, but it turned out to be a place Abel had stayed. What a coincidence!
Looking at Curaçao next to Sinclair, long-forgotten memories gradually surfaced.
“Ah,” he remembered, “you made that Cogito bullet, didn’t you?”
He wondered where the cogito inside the bullet that Curaçao used to kill the N Corporation's quasi-ruler came from, but it turned out to be Abel.
Vermouth looked at the two identical figures, one large and one small, and thought of herself, who could be considered eternally youthful, and the words her supervisor had just spoken.
She made a bold guess: she had seen Abel at the base. If that older man had also undergone the experiment... then it would be clear who the child in front of her was.
His original bone structure was exactly the same as the supervisor's; the only difference was his age.
“You must be Mr. Abel,” Vermouth, who had worked in the records department for a long time, said with a confident tone, more like a statement than a question.
"Long time no see, Vermouth."
The child with the cane reached out his hand to the codenamed member whom he had met once before, but who had run away after that meeting.
A little earlier.
"So, you mean someone took your golden branch from that organization's research institute right in front of you?"
X looked at the black-haired child in front of him and asked.
“That’s right, they are space-type ability users. That organization doesn’t want to have so many safeguards set up inside the company.” Abel looked helpless.
X looked at Abel, unsure whether he should say something.
He's gone from an old man to a child, so he looks like he's tattling to his parents.
Abel continued his "tattling" behavior: "I can feel their relationship with you."
His golden eyes, rounder from his childhood appearance, looked at the white-haired man opposite him.
"The person you're looking for is most likely connected to that gang of thieves."
X: "Do you have any leads?"
A smile appeared on the child's face, but it was no longer the smile of an elder trapped in youth; rather, it was a smile befitting his age, and rather malicious.
"I'm thinking of introducing you to a new job. Would you be interested in going to Siberia?"
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"Long time no see, Mr. Gin." The blond boy greeted the silver-haired man leaning against the car.
Unlike Vermouth and her group, who were reported missing, Sinclair and Ryoshu, as members of the English whisky and Barbaresco community, were confirmed to have defected.
However, it's not necessary now.
Mr. Abel successfully poached the boss, which means that the organization they jokingly called the distillery had actually been transferred to Lobotomy Corporation long ago.
The supervisor just doesn't know.
Vodka looked at the two men with a complicated expression. They had clearly run away, but then he was told that they had actually gone to headquarters.
Why did they make such a big fuss back then?!
The eldest brother was almost driven mad by these two people and was depressed for a long time. The unluckiest one was clearly the one who was always by the eldest brother's side, but these two people showed up again with normal expressions.
hateful!
However, Vodka, as the younger brother, dared not say anything, and could only grumble inwardly, while on the surface he still maintained an honest and simple appearance.
Just then, a smiling, long-haired white creature suddenly poked its head out from above the nearby wall.
“By the way, supervisor, let me tell you…” He stopped speaking, his blue eyes looking at Vodka, whose face had suddenly turned deathly pale, “You… look kind of familiar.”
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Author's Note: The distillery: Several people have gone missing, and two more have defected.
Supervisor: It wasn't defection [doge emoji]
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