Chapter 19441952 [Okiya Subaru, where are you? 】
As Hashimoto Maya stared stiffly with a hint of fear, the woman whom he firmly believed to be "Uzo" looked at him with a more vigilant look than him.
Then, before Hashimoto Maya could speak, he asked coldly, "Are you the nasty scriptwriter?"
Hashimoto Maya: "You..." Why are you stealing my line? !
After Torimaru Naoko finished speaking, she saw Hashimoto Maya's face and his expression, and a hint of disappointment flashed in her eyes, but at the same time, she felt a sense of relief that came from instinct. She asserted, "It's not you."
She thought that person would show up in the car and ask her to meet him. But now it seems...she was overthinking.
By the way, why did this guy named Hashimoto Maya have such an expression? His expression was so complicated that even she couldn't figure it out for a moment.
But now it seems that Hashimoto Maya must have a lot of connections with "that person", so she changed the topic and asked: "Are you a subordinate of 'that person'?"
It was just a normal question, but Hashimoto Maya was startled and almost jumped up to cover her mouth: "Don't talk nonsense!"
...What if Wu Zuo hears it and really has some thoughts about it!
Who wants to be a subordinate of such a demon? It's obvious that he won't live long. Besides, he is Mr. Ireland's subordinate. If this word gets to Ireland's ears, Mr. Ireland will think that he has betrayed him, which will also be a problem.
However, Torimaru Naoko was skeptical: "If it wasn't you, why did he let me get in your car, and you took the initiative to open the door to greet me..."
As Hashimoto Maya looked more and more terrified, Naoko Torimaru belatedly remembered one thing: to be honest, although Hashimoto Maya did open the door on her own initiative, the way he did it didn't look like he was opening the door to welcome guests. It seemed more like he thought the window was opening too slowly, so he wanted to quickly throw something out of the car door.
Naoko Torimaru: “…”
She was silent for a moment, and when she looked at Hashimoto Maya again, her eyes suddenly became sympathetic.
She vaguely understood - judging from various circumstances, Hashimoto Maya, whom she thought was her "subordinate" or "accomplice", was probably just an unlucky guy written in the script.
And what's even more tragic is that he is just like himself.
Other people struggling in the script don't know that there is a spider thread hanging over their heads, so they can live their self-proclaimed free lives without knowing anything. But she and Hashimoto Maya clearly know the truth behind all the coincidences, but they can't escape and can only struggle painfully in the palm of that person's hand.
"Although we are not colleagues yet, we will be soon." Naoko Torimaru sighed. She wanted to shake hands with Hashimoto Maya and establish a little friendship with this brother in distress, but looking at Hashimoto Maya's expression, she knew that he probably didn't have that mood.
She finally just put the gun down and sympathetically said, "Face it."
Maya Hashimoto was not comforted at all, and her eyes gradually lost their luster.
To him, the information hidden in Naoko Torimaru's words was like a ton of bomb exploding in his heart.
No wonder he has been paying attention to all the news about objects or people falling from high-rise buildings recently, but has not seen the shadow of Mr. Ireland. Instead, he has been haunted by Uzo and encounters horrible cases caused by him wherever he goes... It turns out that person's purpose, or current goal, is no longer Mr. Ireland, but his innocent confidant?
Hashimoto Maya: "..." What on earth is so good about him that Uzoa likes him? Can't he just change it!
With lifeless eyes, after thinking for a while, Hashimoto Maya no longer felt that there was anything special about herself.
But there is one thing: to Uzo, the only difference about Maya Hashimoto is probably that he is Mr. Ireland's subordinate.
"It turns out that I am just a small part of Uzo's plan against Ireland. An insignificant confrontation between the two of them has ruined my entire life... Haha, is this the tragic fate of peripheral members?"
Hashimoto Maya muttered to herself: "And what happened today, this is definitely not an ordinary coincidence."
He reviewed his experiences throughout the day and soon discovered the source of everything: "It was because of Curacao. That woman had asked me to come out today to make up for the record. It must be for this moment... That woman has indeed betrayed me."
When thinking about this, Hashimoto Maya still found it incredible: "She seems to be in a very high position. Even Mr. Ireland is a little polite and wary of her. Why... why even such a person would defect to Uzo's side."
Naoko Torimaru remained quiet without interrupting. However, with such an unlucky guy next to her, she suddenly felt a subtle sense of happiness - it turned out that happiness still depends on comparison, and she was not the only unlucky person. Compared to her, the man next to her seemed to find it even more difficult to accept the fact that he had become a subordinate of "that person".
The two brothers sat side by side, each thinking about their own things.
Saburo Izuka quietly watched the two men through the rearview mirror without saying a word.
Although he was confused, his intuition told him that the two people behind him seemed to be involved in a serious secret of the organization.
He couldn't say too much at a time like this, otherwise misfortune might also befall him, the innocent driver.
With this in mind, Izuka Saburo continued to maintain small movements, driving and braking, drifting in the congested traffic, pretending that he was just a matching ornament on the car.
On the way, they passed by a camera. The cold lens recorded this harmonious scene and transmitted the image to someone.
…
Jiang Xia took some time out of his busy schedule to glance at the picture presented by Noah, and couldn't help but nod secretly: "They really get along well, they should have a lot in common, they are worthy of being my valued subordinates."
After a pause, he felt something was missing: "There is an empty seat, it would be better if Okiya Subaru was also on the bus. Unfortunately it's too late today, maybe next time."
…
In the distance, in an ordinary but well-secured apartment in Tokyo, a graduate student who had skipped classes for a few days and tried to escape but failed and had just returned to Tokyo, was typing away on the keyboard with the door of his room closed.
Subaru Okiya was finishing his paper when he suddenly felt an itch in his nose and turned his head to sneeze.
He looked at the window suspiciously, then stood up and walked to the curtain, peeking out through the gap, muttering to himself, "Is someone talking about me?"
"Is it Usa, or Akai-san, or the instructor who wants me to do a few more projects?"
After quickly going through the candidates in his mind and thinking of the terrifying shadows of the organization and the FBI, Subaru Okiya decided to give up thinking: no matter which one, it was too heavy, so he should just empty his mind and pretend that he knew nothing.
(End of this chapter)
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