Chapter 87 Thirty-eight Shotas

For Bermode, this day should have been an ordinary day. She happened to have no mission, and her two celebrity counterparts had not taken any work recently. According to her original plan, she was going to have a good sleep at home and then watch a movie to kill time.

Then, just as she sat down leisurely, she received an emergency call from that gentleman.

Bermode thought something had happened and asked Rum indirectly, but she found that he didn't know either. It seemed that the gentleman only called her.

With uneasy thoughts, Vermouth soon stood outside the gentleman's study.

This manor outside Tokyo is one of the private properties of the Karasuma family. As far as Vermouth knows, that gentleman has countless such private properties in Japan. Most of the people working in it are people who were raised by the Karasuma family since childhood. Apart from them, she and Rum, the second-in-command, are the only ones in the entire organization who have obtained entry and exit permits.

It is conceivable how much that gentleman values ​​his own safety. In order not to expose their address, Bermode and Rum would basically not come here unless there was something particularly important.

Many crisis scenarios had already appeared in her mind, until the familiar voice of an old man came from the wooden door and asked her to come in. Only then did Vermode clear her mind and cover all her thoughts with a respectful smile.

There is only one window in the study. Every time Vermouth came to the study, the window was open. The air in the room was very friendly to the gentleman who was over 140 years old.

But today was very different. Even with her head slightly lowered, Bermode could still see that the study was dim and dark. She caught a glimpse of the tightly drawn heavy curtains with her peripheral vision, and for some reason, the ominous premonition in her heart grew stronger.

What on earth... happened?

The servant silently closed the door behind her. The study became quiet for a moment. Vermouth could only hear the heavy breathing of the gentleman and the ticking of the life support equipment.

"Look up, Bermode." The gentleman spoke, his voice was low and hoarse, and one could feel his old age, but this old age did not diminish the sense of danger he brought to people.

Vermouth clenched his hands behind his back suddenly, but on the surface he continued to act obediently and harmlessly according to Karasuma Renya's instructions. His eyes were mainly focused on the tip of the black feather pen on the desk opposite him, and he did not look directly at Karasuma Renya's face.

Even though Vermode did not dare to say that she understood the boss very well, she was qualified to say that this aging leader could be described with all the words that represented danger and darkness.

Perhaps in the eyes of undercover agents and official agencies outside, as well as those who are unaware of the truth within their own organizations, the BOSS is just a little more mysterious and majestic.

Even because the boss's health has deteriorated in recent decades and he has rarely appeared in the organization, there are still outside members who are unaware of the truth and think that Rum, the second-in-command, has enormous power in the organization.

Only this group of core members know how terrifying the control that the BOSS has over the organization is. No matter how strong Rum's intimidation is, he must be prefixed with the suffix "second in command". How ordinary can the BOSS be if he can control such a person for his own use?

The old man sitting behind the desk had gray hair and a pair of cloudy green eyes on his hooked nose. The breathing mask that always covered half of his face in the past was not there this time. All that Bermode could see was the old man's wrinkled face and the abnormally curved corners of his mouth.

"I received a message from Curacao last night," the old man said, his breathing rate suddenly increased, and his voice revealed a terrifying ecstasy, "She mentioned a person."

"That was a child who should have died twenty years ago."

Vermode felt Karasuma Renya's gaze casually fall on her face, and he suddenly asked her, "Do you remember the time 20 years ago when I specially called you back from abroad?"

Bermode frowned, recalled for a moment, and nodded: "I remember you arranged a long-term mission for me in New York..."

"No, that wasn't the mission I originally wanted to give you." Karasuma Renya said, "In fact, I originally wanted you to supervise him."

Karasuma Renya's eyes were gloomy, and there was a bloody smell between the lines of his words: "Unfortunately, those bastards were too careless and ruined him. In order to keep his existence a secret, I had no choice but to send them all to accompany him..."

Vermouth was not frightened by these words. Her expression remained unchanged and she pretended to listen quietly.

She knew that the boss didn't like people interrupting him when he was talking. He just wanted a listener, not a response. So if she wanted to save her life, she just had to listen and then shut her mouth.

"It's such a pity, he is the most perfect collection of my life." Karasuma Renya changed the subject, his tone was passionate, "Perfect face, perfect body data, and perfect ability! As long as I have him, my wish can definitely be achieved decades earlier, he is my treasure!" Karasuma Renya's greed was almost exposed in front of her: "Curacao said that he - Kalua has been resurrected, you know what this means."

Vermode's body went cold, and he repeated Karasuma Renya's next words in his mind.

"We are both God and devil... because we want to reverse the flow of time and resurrect the dead." The gentleman gave her an exaggerated smile, "Go and bring my treasure back to me, Bermode. You can do this, right? After all, you almost became his supervisor."

…

After Vermode left, Karasuma Renya trembled as she took out a red wooden box from the drawer of her desk.

His hands were shaking—trembling with excitement.

This box contains secrets in the world that only he and Kaluuya know. This box is the key for him to solve all mysteries through Kaluuya.

Karasuma Renya is a suspicious person, but he does not doubt the truth of the information sent back by Curacao at all, because he also knows that he and Curacao are the only ones in this world who remember the doll child. Even Rum has never seen Kalua, and he is not sure about the relationship between him and Kalua.

But even so, as soon as he received the news last night, he contacted his subordinates who were monitoring Curacao and learned that Curacao was indeed still at home and was not impersonated by anyone.

Karasuma Renya believes in Kalua's so-called resurrection.

Isn't it rare? He can also get the word trust from his mouth, but there is a reason for this, because Karasuma Renya knows that Kalua's appearance is unusual in itself, and as a miracle "created" by him with "that thing", it is normal for him to have a special ability like resurrection.

He had long felt that it was impossible for the child to be killed so easily by the researchers. After all, it was a miracle.

Now it seems that his idea is right, and his approach is right! Kaluuya can definitely find the secret to reversing time and life and death!

Actually, Karasuma Renya had not planned to let Vermode know about the existence of the child. He originally wanted Curacao to bring the child back directly. However, he did not expect that he received a report from the surveillance personnel this morning that Curacao had disappeared after purchasing a flight ticket to go abroad.

Karasuma Renya sneered.

How could he not guess what Curacao was thinking? Curacao, who had seen him kill an entire base of people, was afraid that he would silence her this time, so she ran away!

Of course, since he was related to Kalua, it did not prevent Karasuma Renya from suspiciously thinking about other possibilities, such as maybe it was those annoying bugs from the Public Security Bureau or the FBI who took Curacao away, but his spies planted in these organizations said there was nothing unusual, so he temporarily put Curacao's whereabouts at the latter.

The most important thing right now is to find Kalua as soon as possible.

Karasuma Renya stroked the wooden box with his dry fingers, his eyes deep.

Otherwise, the night will be long and nightmare-filled.

—

It is impossible to find a child who doesn't even have a photo in such a vast crowd. However, since the boss mentioned Curacao, Belmode naturally started with the people around Curacao.

During the investigation, she found out about the kidnapping case that happened yesterday afternoon.

Vermode didn't know whether Curacao had seen Kalua before, but she knew that based on the boss's fanatical attitude just now, if Curacao had discovered Kalua before, he would definitely not dare to observe him for so long before reporting it.

That gentleman is not a kind person. He would rather kill someone by mistake than let him go. Regardless of whether Kaluya is really resurrected or not, he will bring him back to take a look.

So this can directly rule out the group of children brought by the fake identities from Curacao.

And the boss used the word "child"... Vermouth felt that after twenty years, Kaluuya couldn't still be a child, so he initially wanted to look for an adult.

But she also noticed that the boss was talking about resurrection.

If I was a child when I died, would it be possible for me to become an adult if I were to be resurrected directly?

This question did not bother her for long, because she saw the person on the Metropolitan Police Department's surveillance who perfectly matched the description of Kaluuya that her boss later gave her.

She saw the child with black hair and red eyes in Lei's arms.

After a little investigation, Bermode easily learned that the child was being raised by the Whiskey Trio for unknown reasons, and also got a code name that was completely unlike a name - they called the child 'A'.

Under normal circumstances, shouldn't you choose a name that sounds more like an ordinary person, even if it's a pseudonym? Are those three bottles of whiskey thinking about how to attract attention?

Bermode didn't care too much. After confirming that the Whiskey Group had no special relationship with the child, she quickly made a plan. At noon that day, while Scotland and Ley were on a mission, she asked her men to create chaos there to delay time, and then she disguised herself as Scotland and followed Bourbon and A from a distance. When Bourbon left the parking lot alone, Bermode waited patiently for a long time, until the spy told her that Bourbon had left the parking lot for a long time, she got out of her car leisurely, and walked to the car with Scotland's face.

Dudu——

She knocked twice on the car window, and the boy inside looked at her quietly. His watery red eyes were extremely penetrating. If Vermouth had not trusted his ability to disguise himself, he would have thought that he was seen through by a child.

She smiled at the child and mouthed the word for him to open the door.

The child looked at her for two seconds, then did as she asked.

"Good boy." Bermode gently reached out and hugged the little boy sitting by the car door, and said in his ear, "But next time, remember not to open the door for a bad adult like me."

As she finished her words, the anesthetic needle was injected into the child, and the small body fell limp in her arms. Bermode picked up the child effortlessly and turned to walk towards his car.

From an angle that neither she nor the police officers who were secretly observing could see, the child, who should have fainted from the anesthesia, blinked slowly on Bermode's shoulder.

Maybe next time Karasuma Renya lets someone catch him he should show them his experiment records first, Akae Nazuki thought.

In this way, Vermouth would know how strong his body's resistance to drugs is, and he would not think that he could be knocked down with just an injection of anesthetic.