Chapter 13 About Taking the Blame
"You mean? Vodka wasn't affected by the superpower?"
The silver-haired model worker, who had finally arrived at the organization's hospital, looked at the final report submitted by the superhuman doctor borrowed from the Port Mafia and asked the person in charge here.
The person in charge of the hospital was a middle-aged man, who was constantly wiping the cold sweat from his forehead.
He was just a clerical worker in charge of logistics, and he really couldn't stand the cold gaze of this big shot from the action team. He felt like he was going to die any second.
However, I still have to say what I need to say.
"We also did not detect any hallucinogens in the blood of the Vodkas."
So, does that mean Vodka really saw that urban legend? Don't be ridiculous, there are no monsters or ghosts in this world.
Since it's not a superpower, then someone is just playing tricks.
Gin snorted coldly and walked out of the person in charge's reception room.
Now he needs to see for himself the underling who was betrayed.
Meanwhile, a blond, dark-skinned undercover police officer receives a mission from Rum to investigate the origin of the group photo.
The destination is the hotel in Hokkaido where X once stayed.
If the blond youth can successfully complete this mission, he can leave England Whiskey and join the intelligence group under Rum's command.
This is fantastic news for either Tooru Amuro or Rei Furuya.
Although English whisky is a good kid whose potential has been wasted by a wicked organization, Barbaresco is simply unbearable to him. Who would want to split him in two just because of one extra word?!
If it weren't for the English boy grabbing her waist and stopping her before she could realize what she was about to do...
He might have been killed by that exceptionally skilled woman long ago.
Amuro Tooru's undercover career almost collapsed halfway through.
He looked down at the photo in his hand; of course, it was a photocopy.
This isn't a photograph; it's now the key to getting out of this hellhole. No matter what, I'm determined to complete this mission.
The hotel owner was also a little puzzled when he looked at the photo of the second time the plum blossomed.
She looked at the handsome young man with a sunny disposition and asked with some doubt, "Are you looking for them too?"
also?
Amuro Tooru keenly sensed something and quickly asked his boss:
Have any people asked you about the photos before?
The old woman hesitated, after all, the two suspicious men from before were dressed differently from the young man in front of her, and they didn't look like good people at all.
If she reveals information about those two people, won't it cause trouble for this young man?
Seeing the old woman's troubled expression, Amuro Tooru added:
"Actually, I accidentally swapped bags with the owner of the photo. My bag contained documents that were more important than my life."
He waved the photo in his hand at the boss, his tone tinged with resentment:
“I’m about to get a promotion, but I’ve made such a huge mess of this. All I want is to find the owner of this photo and get my bag back.”
The hotel owner was immediately touched. Looking at this young, pitiful office worker, she finally revealed the information she knew.
“About a few days ago, two men wearing black coats came to ask me about this photo.”
The boss warned Amuro Tooru again: "He's dressed like a typical yakuza, wearing a black hat."
How strange! Is this really not referring to the people in your own organization?
"The taller one has long white hair, isn't elderly, and has a very young voice. The shorter one is very sturdy and wears sunglasses."
The more he heard Amuro Tooru's name, the more familiar it sounded, and the veins on his forehead were practically bulging out.
No matter how he listened, those two were all talking about Gin and Vodka. What on earth were they up to?!
Didn't they say that Vodka passed out on the spot? They clearly asked for the photos.
The innkeeper, unaware of what he was thinking, was still trying to persuade the poor young man:
"Young man, are you really going to go find them?"
"Yes, boss, that bag is really important to me."
The elderly woman with gray hair could only watch Amuro Tooru's departing figure with worry. She only had this vague clue. Where was he going to find her bag?
Leaving the hotel, Amuro Tooru took out his cell phone from his pocket, which he had been using to talk to Rum, who was in Tokyo.
This elderly man, who trusted his own judgment, became furious after hearing the hotel owner's account.
He immediately hung up the phone with the blond youth, intending to confront Gin right away.
Rum immediately confronted Gin, demanding, "Where did you put the medicine?!"
Gin's voice sounded somewhat distorted on the phone:
“Vodka woke up and said he had encountered the doppelganger at the trading location.”
After saying that, before Rum could respond, Gin clicked his tongue, indicating that he himself didn't believe the reason.
Are you kidding me?
Rum almost burst out laughing; he had no idea Gin would come up with such a lame excuse.
"I will report to that official, and the intelligence team will continue the investigation. You should pray that you are truly innocent. Until then, your mission is suspended."
After a beep, Rum hung up the phone, and Gin stared at the black screen, falling into silence.
Just now, the interrogation team arrived, and after repeatedly questioning Vodka, they also reached a conclusion.
So what Vodka said was true? Could there really be such a thing as a "doppelganger"?
Vodka needed to stay here to recuperate, while Gin, with a cigarette dangling from his lips, took the elevator and left.
The elevator doors opened, and instead of the hospital lobby, Barbaresco appeared before him, holding the hand of a skinny little boy.
"Humph," the woman uttered a strange exclamation, as if she hadn't expected to see Gin here either.
"who is he?"
Gin looked at the strange child and asked Ryosuke, who was about to kick him out of the elevator.
"Shouldn't you be staying in Yokohama? Who told you to come back?"
Gin remained standing in the elevator, completely unmoved. Barbaresco shouldn't have been here at all.
"Tsk," Barbaresco clicked his tongue impatiently.
"Come to see a doctor."
When did Gin become so nosy?
Akutagawa's illness was not getting better, and her mood was not much better than Gin's.
That quack doctor Mori Ōgai said he'd get better soon, but it didn't work at all.
A quack doctor in Yokohama sneezed violently. He was wronged, because pneumonia is a chronic disease and it's impossible for it to get better in just a few days.
Moreover, Akutagawa's health was so poor that his recovery would be much slower than that of a healthy child. What could he do but resentfully accept being labeled a "quack" by Barbaresco?
The problem is that Ryosuke comes from a city that is completely different from this world.
There, as long as you have money, pneumonia is a minor ailment that can be cured quickly. As a result, even after being treated by Mori Ōgai for so long, I haven't seen any significant improvement.
Yoshihide ignored Gin, who was standing there, and pulled Ryunosuke Akutagawa, who was still coughing, into the elevator.
Gin, whose curiosity had been absent for a long time, followed Barbaresco, who had actually slowed down to accommodate the boy—a privilege not even available in England. Who was he?
He looked like an ordinary child, no, more like an orphan who had lost his support or a homeless child.
What did he have that made Barbaresco want to accommodate him?
Or is this kid a Yokohama specialty? A superpowered individual?
The hospital director was almost in tears when he saw Gin return.
Why is this gentleman back again?
No, the tall, silver-haired man didn't return alone; he came with two other people.
The short-haired woman had a long knife slung across her back and was holding the hand of a thin boy who looked about ten years old.
This familiar yet unfamiliar combination startled the person in charge. Upon closer inspection, wasn't that Lady Barbaresco? What was she doing here?
And who is this child?
"Cure" remains as concise as ever.
The person in charge reflexively agreed, only realizing afterward that she had gone to Yokohama.
However, having lived within the organization for many years, he knew all too well what it meant to do more and talk less.
He immediately led the two, no, the three, with Gin still following behind, to the examination room.
The doctors, who had been waiting in advance, examined Ryunosuke Akutagawa and concluded that, like Mori Ōgai, it was just ordinary pneumonia, plus simple physical weakness.
"Lord Barbaresco, for this..." The person in charge was momentarily at a loss for words as to how to address this unfamiliar child.
"My name is Akutagawa," the boy said.
"Is Lord Akutagawa being admitted to the hospital? He should be fully recovered in about a month."
As the person in charge spoke, Liangxiu's face grew increasingly gloomy; the level of medical care in this world was despairing.
On the other side of Tokyo, beneath an ordinary residential building, deep underground, lies an underground facility.
The black-haired youth continued his work managing the anomalies as always, his golden eyes watching the animated figures he had assigned to work one after another on the monitor screen.
When the work was assigned to the security department, I found Honglu, who had been transferred there after she met the required level. This chibi-style character looked extremely listless.
My darling, how did you become like this after only a few days of work?
X thought that wouldn't work; things should always be done step by step.
As a result, Honglu, who was given an extra favor by X, was allowed to go outside the facility for some fresh air after working for several consecutive days.
The young man sat listlessly on a park bench. His once smooth and lustrous long hair had become quite frizzy in just a few days. The intensity of work at Lobotomy Corporation had exceeded his expectations.
He could clearly feel that the power within his body had become much stronger in just a few days.
With the addition of genuine EGO weapons from Lobotomy Corporation, he is completely different from his previous self.
But he was really exhausted.
Mr. X also saw this, which is why he let him come out to relax. After the black-haired youth announced the decision, Honglu could feel the burning gazes from her colleagues behind her almost materializing and piercing her.
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