Chapter 37 The Man Destined to Drown
"...I said," the scenery outside the window quickly receded, Shen Youkui supported his chin with one hand, turned around and asked, "I'm dealing with my own private affairs, what do you mean by following me?"
The man on the driver's seat, steering the wheel with one hand, had long silver hair similar to Kamiya Aoi's, but different from hers. His cold green eyes were hidden under the shadow of his hat brim. He was Gin, who was highly regarded by the boss of the Black Organization, in charge of dealing with traitors and undercover agents, and was known as the "executioner."
Gin snorted, "Before you question why I followed you, you'd better take a look at what you took from me."
Shen Youkui glanced behind him and saw a black vertical gun bag lying quietly on the back seat of the Porsche 356A. Inside was a sniper rifle that had not yet been assembled, as well as some accessories for replacing and maintaining the gun.
Of course, this gun does not belong to Kamiya Aoi, in fact, it belongs to Gin.
"I'm just borrowing it. I won't deliberately retaliate against you for throwing it away." Shen Youkui still couldn't understand, "You don't have to be so nervous. Are you following me just for a sniper rifle?"
Gin gave him a cold look and said, "Do I look like someone who would care about such a small matter? Your recent behavior has been very abnormal. Do you still need me to remind you, CR?"
So, Gin's purpose is actually to monitor him? This round is different from the last one. Kamiya Aoi has no intention of avoiding Gin's actions, so just let him monitor him.
As soon as she finished her thought, Shen Youkui heard the man's cold voice again.
"Besides, I've never heard that you can use a sniper rifle. Do you really want to use this thing yourself?"
“…”
Shen Youkui was speechless for a moment, then retorted: "It's funny, why do you need to know everything about me? So what if I don't need it? Stop the car——"
This shout did seem to be a bit of an act of anger, but Gin knew Kamiya Aoi's destination and could tell from a glance that they had already arrived. The latter was not shouting out of anger.
Kamiya Aoi pushed the door open and got out of the car. She took the gun and bag from the back seat without hesitation and carried them away without caring about Gin's reaction.
He and Gin really don't get along. Even though Gin is his most loyal teammate in this round, this is a fact that cannot be changed no matter how many rounds are played.
He didn't have gun skills, but he had skill points and game skills! After the plan took shape, Shen Youkui spent all the skill points he got from last week's achievements on the "gun skills".
Although this skill design follows the official game's consistent practice of killing people without compensating for their lives, after investing fifty skill points, what you get is "each shot has a 50% chance of hitting the target", which is a very unacceptable skill effect.
But at least it's better than nothing. After all, this round's character is purely black. It would be too funny if he couldn't even fire a gun!
The two of them arrived at the rooftop one after the other.
The rooftops of houses in residential areas are inevitably filled with household items and clothes that residents have changed out to dry. Bed sheets of various colors are hung on clothes hangers supported by bamboo poles, fluttering in the wind and blocking the view. At first glance, it looks like one has accidentally walked into some kind of maze.
"Who is your target?"
Gin watched as Kamiya Aoi lifted up the flying colors and walked to the edge of the rooftop, took out a tablet and seemed to be debugging something.
He was not unfamiliar with Shen Youkui's behavior. Before several previous operations, he had seen the silver-haired boy fiddling with those electronic devices so calmly to provide communication support for him and other members of the operation.
But no matter how hard he tried, he couldn't remember any members who were on a mission near 4-chome-16, Beika-cho.
In other words, Kamiya Aoi is indeed doing something private. However, this makes Gin even more interested in exploring it.
Kamiya Aoi was concentrating on the task at hand. The wind on the rooftop was a bit strong, so he couldn't hear clearly what Gin was saying. However, this didn't affect his feeling that Gin was disturbing him:
"Stop making noise."
Gin: “…”
Apart from the boss and Rum, only Shen Youkui dared to speak to him in this tone in the organization.
It doesn’t matter if you don’t tell him, he will find out eventually anyway, the target of Kamiya Aoi’s “private affairs”.
A slight sneer appeared on the silver-haired man's face.
The only thing they need to do is to locate Jinpei Matsuda, and they don't need to go to the extent of hacking into the Metropolitan Police Department's system.
So Shen Youkui only spent the past two days to write the "Master Key"-like system from last episode, which randomly hacked into a policeman's phone, used crawler software to infect the address book, and then traced it to the policeman who had the explosives.
It sounds like a very tricky and troublesome operation, but with the help of the "Universal Key", all it actually takes is waiting for the progress bar to fill up.
Shen Youkui held the earphone and carefully listened to the sound entering her ear.
"I say, Matsuda, why don't you take a break? Is this the nth time you've failed in a simulated platoon today?"
"I don't remember. Anyway, it's nothing. There's no harm in practicing a few more times. Senior, would you like to join us?"
"No, no, no, just do it yourself!"
…
It was indeed Jinpei Matsuda's voice. It seemed that he was still in the Metropolitan Police Department.
Having confirmed this, there is no need to pay attention to the subsequent content. Shen Youkui called up another communication channel and opened the voice-changing software that can distort the voice.
"It's your turn."
After saying this, Kamiya Aoi immediately cut off the signal and called up the surveillance footage around the door near Matsuda Jinpei's residence.
At this moment, he inadvertently caught a glimpse of Gin holding a black object in his hand and was about to put it in front of him.
Looking over, Kamiya Aoi's eyes widened slightly, staring at Gin without saying a word, and then he took out a telescope from somewhere and held it in front of him.
Shen Youkui: "..."
Is there a possibility that this was a solo action on his part, rather than a joint action with Gin?
Why does he carry so many equipments if he has nothing to do?
Through the telescope, he clearly saw a thin man sneaking through the door, picking the lock and jumping into a house. As if he noticed the strange gazes around him, Gin put down his hand and looked down at Kamiya Aoi who was sitting on the edge of the rooftop.
"Where are the people you borrowed from me?" He actually let such a gangster-like piece of trash get involved in the operation.
Kamiya Aoi was very confused about the dissatisfaction expressed in Gin's words: "I have said this once, and now I say it again-this is my personal matter, not the organization's mission. Don't use your set of standards of action to demand me."
As he spoke, he faced Gin's ambiguous and cold gaze and assembled the M24 SWS smoothly despite being unskilled.
Seeing that Kamiya Aoi really didn't need any external help and assembled the gun by herself, which was very different from her previous appearance of being a gun idiot, the aura around Gin suddenly became lower and more subtle.
However, now Kamiya Aoi no longer has the time to pay attention to Gin's changes.
Because in his field of vision - whether it was the surveillance screen on the tablet or in the sniper scope, Shen Youkui saw a figure that should never appear at this moment.
——Jinpei Matsuda.
Isn't he in the Metropolitan Police Department? Why is he here?
Kamiya Aoi was shocked and once again called up the mobile phone interface of the unknown police officer in the Metropolitan Police Department's Explosives Disposal Department, and at the same time, the sound of a conversation rang in her earphones.
"… I say, Matsuda, why don't you take a break? Is this the nth time you've failed in a simulated platoon today?"
"...I don't remember. Anyway, it's nothing. There's no harm in practicing a few more times. Senior, would you like to join us?"
This is... a recording?!
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One day ago, Tokyo Metropolitan Police Department.
After completing the training as usual and taking off the heavy protective suit weighing several dozen kilograms, Matsuda Jinpei raised his hand and smoothed back his hair. His black hair, which was usually slightly curly and fluffy, rarely smoothed out under the sweat, and fell back along with his movements.
But in the end, the curls had more elasticity, and the hair that slightly blocked his view just moved back for a moment before finally flowing back to the young man's forehead.
"Hey, Matsuda! Wanna go eat together?" A colleague called him as he passed by. Seeing his rapidly moving fingers, the corner of his mouth twitched slightly: "... After finishing that kind of devilish training, I'm afraid you're the only one who can type so fast, Matsuda. I still can't lift my hands!"
After running for five kilometers in protective clothing, hold the needle and thread it inside... Which scary senior came up with such a devilish thing?
"Hmm? Okay, it's your turn to treat us today, right?"
Matsuda Jinpei responded nonchalantly, and the smartphone in his hand made a "ding" sound as he finished speaking, indicating that there was a new email.
"Why do you only know how to take advantage of your seniors?" The colleague angrily put his arm on Matsuda Jinpei's shoulders, "Forget it, forget it, just treat it as a kindness from your seniors, and treat your ignorant back to some delicious ramen! Oh? New email? At this time? Is it your girlfriend??"
After opening the email and seeing a familiar name, Matsuda Jinpei's pupils contracted for a moment, and his breathing, which had just been barely calmed down after consuming a lot of energy, became heavy.
"Sorry, senior, I can't take advantage of you today. Just eat the ramen by yourself. I'll definitely do it next time." Ruthlessly pushing away the gossipy face of his senior and shaking off the arm on his shoulder, Matsuda Jinpei grabbed his suit jacket and ran out.
The senior covered his shaking arm in pain: "..." What do you mean I won't do it today, I will do it next time! Hey!!
Matsuda Jinpei, who has passed away in a hurry, naturally could not explain to his predecessor.
After leaving the Metropolitan Police Department and running to a quiet small park nearby, Jinpei Matsuda found a bench to sit down and quietly read the extra-long email.
This email is naturally all the information about Kamiya Aoi that Yuya Kazami sent according to the instructions of his boss "zero".
"You refused to meet me but I received information about Kamiya Aoi...?"
Matsuda Jinpei, who is worthy of the practical ability praised by the instructor of the Onitsuka class, can tell which parts of a car engine are faulty just by listening, and is also quick-thinking in push.
So he easily pieced together the fragmented clues and deduced the purpose of the email.
After thinking for a while, Jinpei Matsuda replied to the email address with a string of garbled English letters: [AANIJKEWR].
This is the login name of the intelligence cracking system that was sent to his phone by Shen Youkui last week before his time was restarted.
If Zero had sent Kamiya Aoi's information without revealing any additional information except that he had requested a meeting, he would still be able to understand the meaning of this string of English letters.
This undoubtedly means that Rei Furuya is also a person who has the same experience as him, with time restarting more than two years ago.
Less than two minutes after the email was successfully sent, Jinpei Matsuda received a reply to his surprise.
“From: (blank address)
Mr. Furuya said that if your reply is AANIJKEWR, he will notify you to go to the post office at Beika-cho 3-banmaku to pick up a stored letter with the code RX7.
Huh? This is no longer a question of whether or not they have had the same experience. It's clear that this guy, Furuya Rei, has already made some plans.
"I thought there couldn't be anything more outrageous than being reborn a few years ago... but it turns out that something even more outrageous is that someone else was reborn with you."
Inexplicably feeling that what he was experiencing now was like a magical plot that only appeared in novels or animations, Matsuda Jinpei muttered to himself with amusement.
Then, he followed the instructions in the email and successfully retrieved the mail from the post office at 3 Beika-cho.
Rather than calling it a "letter", it might be more accurate to call it an "item" - Jinpei Matsuda quickly assembled the old mobile phone in his hand, which had no internet connection and looked like a small brick.
After pressing the dial button for a while, the old phone suddenly started playing a loud startup tune. People passing by were all startled and looked at him with strange eyes.
Jinpei Matsuda who died for no reason: "..."
OK, Rei Furuya. Got yours.
Momotiously taking out sunglasses from his pocket and putting them on, Matsuda Jinpei covered his cell phone with his hands, trying to cover up the noisy ringtone, and walked to a quiet place.
There was only one phone number marked "A" in the empty address book. Matsuda Jinpei rubbed the call button twice and pressed it crisply.
“…”
Matsuda Jinpei picked up the phone after the third ring, his brows twitching slightly: "Hello?" Even when he made the call, a figure he hadn't seen for a long time had already appeared in his mind.
"Hey, Matsuda."
A strange yet familiar young man's voice, somewhere between clear and low, came into his ears through the receiver of an old mobile phone with extremely poor sound quality. Matsuda Jinpei was slightly shocked and said "tsk" inwardly.
It turned out to be Furuya Rei.
At this moment, in front of Matsuda Jinpei's eyes, the long-lost bullet screen suddenly rolled out.
[Has Shen Youkui grown up with computers? Why is it that every time I see him, he is either holding a computer or preparing to open it?]
[Let’s take a look at the top hacker qualities that shocked both the Red and Black parties.]
[To be honest, although both the Red and Black sides have network technicians, Shen Youkui's technology is really a bit of a dimensionality reduction attack, which feels a bit unscientific.]
[Pay attention to the wording, there is no science here, only science.]
[They say that Shen Youkui and computers grew up together... Doesn't he always use hacking techniques to do things? I wonder who he is messing with this time.]
[Blind guess: Mazda and Rei Furuya.]
[Nine out of ten blind guesses have read it before, and one can recite it by heart.]
When the bullet screen finally finished scrolling, the slightly subtle voice of Rei Furuya came from the phone: "Just now, I was looking at something."
Matsuda Jinpei understood something from this subtlety: "...Ah, me too."
It turns out that not only did someone experience the magical reality of time restarting like me, but this person could also see the strange barrage like me!
Matsuda Jinpei in Beika Town and Furuya Rei in Toriya Town, both of them thought the same thing while in different places.
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