Chapter 221 Winter is Coming

Tsukiyama Asari blinked slightly, and his eyelids drooped, allowing his eyelashes to brush against the cold surface of the muzzle, bringing up a strange feeling.

The muzzle was in darkness, and the smell of gunpowder made him subconsciously move back a little, but just as he moved back a little, Rum squinted his eyes and grabbed his hair at the back of his head with his hands, pushing him towards the muzzle.

The fragile eye hit the steel without any defense, and Tsukiyama Asari immediately frowned and closed his right eye, and the physiological tears stimulated by the stimulation stained his eyelashes and were rubbed onto the muzzle.

Rum looked at him and couldn't help but sigh, "You and your brother are really different."

This sentence made the man who had been silent just now open his eyes immediately. He ignored the muzzle of the gun pointed at his right eye and looked at the man in front of him, and even stretched out his hand to grab the other's clothes. "You know..."

The words he had not finished were immediately stuck in his throat. It seemed that he recalled the scene he saw at the venue just now and had found the answer himself. He pursed his lips and quickly changed the subject, "How did you recognize me, obviously..."

"Obviously you covered your face?" The old man sneered and shook his head, "You overestimate this mask. No matter what, the eyes will not be completely covered. As long as you are careful, it is not difficult to find this similarity. More than ten years ago, I wondered whether the loving couple had a child. But they hid it very well, and we haven't found any clues... I didn't expect that this time, you would come to me on your own."

Upon hearing the news about his parents, Tsukiyama Asari's expression changed slightly. This change was caught by Rum, who seemed to take it as suspicion and hesitation. He pulled out a pen that looked a bit old from his chest pocket and threw it over.

The head of the pen hit the wall with a light sound, as if this important item that he had always kept in his chest pocket was actually just a piece of garbage that could be thrown away. Both

the paint and the style looked very old. The black-haired man reached out and picked up the pen that had rolled on the ground. He quickly realized from the weight that this was not a good pen. It was just a

moderately priced, not-too-high type.

It looks like it matches the suit, but for Rum, it's a bit strange to carry around a notebook like this, which a child can buy with his pocket money.

He frowned, and felt a strange sense of familiarity as he looked at the pen carefully. His hand unconsciously moved down to the position where the pen was placed, and immediately touched a layer of uneven paint.

Tsukiyama Asari raised the pen and looked over it in the light of the fire. There was a line of small words carved out with an unknown tool at the bottom. The carving was crooked because of the lack of skill, and the font was also very round.

'Happy birthday to my beloved father!'

Very familiar handwriting.

The black-haired man was stunned for a long time until the voice of the system exploded in his ears.

[This is your handwriting. 】

Like the protagonist in a horror movie who wondered about the victim for a long time and then suddenly realized that it was himself, a huge explosion flashed through Tsukiyama Asari's mind. He looked at the line of childish handwriting, and the words on the character background page turned into a flowing scroll, and suddenly opened beside his ear.

'Are you going to find your brother? Why can't you take me with you this time? I also want to see my brother. 'Looking at the serious and resolute expressions of his usually gentle parents, the black-haired boy tried to raise his face. His eyes that had not yet opened were the same soft cherry pink as his mother's. He arched his small nose and added, 'I really miss you so much. '

The child's cute tone softened the woman who was originally worried about this long journey. She squatted down and held her child in her arms, and said seriously, 'I'm sorry, Asari. I don't want to leave you either, but this time it's very dangerous and we can't take you with us.'

Hearing this, the man who had already changed his shoes half-knelt down and tapped the tip of the other's nose with his hand, 'This is an adult's action.'

'Okay, okay. Adult's action——' The black-haired boy imitated the characters in the cartoons he had watched before, crossed his arms and repeated it in the same exaggerated tone as the cartoon characters, causing the two people next to him to laugh.

'If everything goes well, we will be back soon.' The woman combed his soft black hair and spoke.

'Then will my brother come back this time? 'Hearing this, the boy's eyes lit up and he jumped twice in joy. He hugged his mother's neck and then became tangled again, 'Will my brother like me? '

'Of course, I promise. ' The man next to him laughed, 'He always wanted to have a younger brother to play with him... But now... He should be too old to find someone to play with. '

'Then I will give all the toys to my brother, and I will cook for him as well as snacks! ' After saying this, as if he had thought of something, the boy turned to his mother and whispered, 'Last time, Dad said that my cooking is better than Mom's. '

The man pinched his cheek slightly and said seriously, 'But - you can only move things in the kitchen when we are here, otherwise it will be very dangerous... I put the money in the toy cabinet in your bedroom. You can buy anything you want, but be careful on the road and don't go too far. '

'The snacks made by my mother are in the counter. We have already talked to the manager of the restaurant downstairs. You can go there to eat during the time we are away. Please write down the money first and wait for us...'

'I will pay for it myself. I know how to settle the bill--' the boy interrupted him with a long tone.

'Okay...' The woman lowered her eyes. She seemed to want her children to stay at home and not go anywhere when she was not around, but she knew the selfishness of this idea. The man next to her was sensitive to her emotions. He reached out and gently hugged his wife's shoulders, finally making her force a smile.

'You can do what you want, but you must pay attention to safety.' The woman exhaled softly, 'Remember what I said? Don't go to remote places, and don't...'

'Yeah, I remember all that.' The boy nodded seriously, and he raised his wrist, on which was a small watch. As long as he pressed the button on it, he would make an emergency call to his parents, 'Mom would check if you remembered these every time she went out, and now it's my turn to check on you. You didn't wear it properly either -'

'Of course I wore it.'

Hearing this, the worry in the woman's eyes was replaced by a gentle smile. She raised her wrist, on which was a bracelet with simple workmanship, 'I wear it all the time. This is the most beautiful birthday gift I have ever received. '

Hearing this comment, the boy's eyes sparkled, and he turned happily to look at his father beside him. The man, who usually had a serious face, took out a somewhat incongruous pen from his high-end suit jacket and raised it to gesture to him.

The child's tender handwriting was engraved on the edge of the pen, shining in the sunlight.

'Well, the inspection passed, you can go.' The black-haired boy nodded, and when he was about to let go, he hugged them even harder, holding the necks of the two people in front of him, 'You have to come back early.'

'Of course.' The man with the same black hair as him kissed the child's face.

Now, the pen that this father had kept in his suit pocket until his death was carried by Rum and thrown back to the person who gave this gift more than ten years ago.

"...How did you get this."

Tsukiyama Asari's tone turned cold, and the tears that had just risen in his eyes because of the betrayal and death had all retreated, leaving only the coldness that had frozen into ice.

The black-haired man gritted his teeth, clenched the pen, ignored the muzzle of the gun against his eyes, and stared at Rum stubbornly, "How did you get this?!"

Rum sneered.

He didn't expect that this trip would really allow him to find his relatives who had been separated for who knows how many years. Rum,

who had personally planned to let Yu Gu Miao, who had not yet obtained the title of Cointreau, kill his parents, became suspicious almost the moment he heard the surname "Tsukiyama". It was not until he connected all the clues he had seen before that he finally confirmed that this black-haired man who had been covering his eyebrows with a mask was the younger brother of Cointreau.

He remembered that he had investigated the couple who had gone to the location mentioned in the news immediately after finding clues about their missing child, and found that their suitcases contained many toys for their children, as well as snacks and local specialties suitable for children. However, Mr. and Mrs. Yueshan kept the news of their youngest son a secret too well. He thought at the time that they missed their son very much, so they would still buy gifts for the child every time they left home to commemorate him. However, he did not expect that these gifts belonged to someone else.

"Obviously, because I was the second person to see the body of the person who died in the car accident, so I got this small relic. Before, I just suspected that this was a small gift from Cointreau or from another child. Now I can finally be sure." Rum smiled and put away the gun. "It was a tragic scene. They were both covered in blood, but their faces were recognizable. The scene was not handled properly, and I had to clean up the aftermath..."

The next second, the old man only felt a flash in front of his eyes, and the black-haired man who was originally sitting on the ground suddenly grabbed his clothes and pressed him to the ground with strength.

"Beast..." The pair of frozen eyes flashed with amazing hatred. Tsukiyama Asari gritted his teeth and grabbed Rum's clothes at the collar. All the hatred and anger gathered together and slowly flowed down along the tip of his tall nose, reflecting the old man's face who was still smiling on the ground. "Beast."

The muzzle of the gun that was originally pointed at the eyes went down and pressed against Tsukiyama Asari's chest.

Jundu's younger brother should also be a well-educated person. Looking at the other's face, Rum thought unconsciously in his heart. Just like Yutani Miu who always kept his back straight, he seemed to be extremely angry before he uttered this word from his throat, which was not considered very fierce in the eyes of others.

"Beast...?" Rum narrowed his eyes, the hand holding the gun still holding the muzzle of the gun against the opponent's chest, but the other hand reached forward and pressed down one of Tsukiyama Chaoli's wrists that was grabbing his collar, "Your brother who killed his own parents should be more worthy of these two words."

Tsukiyama Chaoli's eyes suddenly widened, his pupils shrank dramatically because of this sentence, his expression was almost stunned, and the hand that was originally pulling the collar of the man under him trembled slightly.

"I think you've seen him, too." Rumple paused, looking down at the other's eyes, "You two have exactly the same eyes, but now... he probably looks younger than your brother."

"This is a very well-calculated deal. By sacrificing the lives of his long-forgotten parents, he can get Cointreau, a code name that represents everything, wealth, status, power, freedom... even eternal life. He has all these things now, and eternal life too... How many people dream of getting these things, and he has them so easily in his hands."

"Settlement?" A sneer spilled out of the man's throat. He clenched his teeth tightly. The smell of blood in his mouth almost brought back the panic-stricken afternoon when he received the news of his parents' death. He clasped his hands and said in a hoarse voice, "Do you think these... can be exchanged for human lives?!"

"You have to ask him this question. He exchanged two lives for his current identity, didn't he?"

The man's lips stammered a few times. He lowered his eyes, and his eyelashes covered the emotions that were about to overflow from his eyes. "You didn't tell him... asked him..."

He paused for a while, as if he couldn't speak for a while. It took him a while to connect the words in his mind into a sentence, "You didn't tell him... who to kill."

"So what if he didn't tell me? He has already done it. He chose a way that would be least likely to be discovered and he didn't have to put the knife into the other person's chest himself. He thought he could reduce his guilt, but he missed the only chance to know." Rum raised his lips and pried open the other person's wrist that was tightly grasping his collar.

"Have you been looking for this brother? How long have you been looking for him? More than ten years? Unfortunately, is the brother you have lost for many years or the enemy who killed your parents?"

He was responded with a punch with a stern palm wind. When the protruding joint on the man's head was about to hit Rum's face, the latter pinched the wrist of the attacking hand, almost controlling the action easily.

A hint of confusion flashed across Tsukiyama Asari's eyes because of this action. He didn't expect that his hand, which he had hit with all his strength, would be torn away so easily. The man blinked slightly and immediately reacted, "...Handkerchief? You added something in the handkerchief."

Only then did he realize that his trance and fatigue just now were not just because of the cruel facts he heard from the other party.

The sneer on Rum's face continued to expand. He stood up easily, grabbed the other's messy black hair and neck, and pulled him up, "It's just some drugs that can make you weak. Don't worry, I won't do anything to you... After all, you are a great discovery, and I believe Cointreau is also happy to see you."

"No..."

After the black-haired man spit out this ambiguous word, he frowned and put his hand against his forehead. He opened his mouth, as if he didn't know what to say. He just remained silent, digesting the huge amount of information in the other's words bit by bit.

He remained silent, as if he had sensed something from Rum's attitude, so he reluctantly raised his head and let his eyes emerge from his messy black hair, "You hate him...?"

"Hate him?" Rum snorted from his nose, turned his head, and casually fiddled with the mechanism that could lead to the outside world, "Not really."

He just hated anyone and anything that was out of his control. When he went to confirm the laboratory matters with the philanthropist named Yutani, he only saw the experimental subjects that had escaped control, the fallen hunters, and the fire that spread throughout the villa after the candlesticks were overturned. He brought the boy who should have been killed immediately back to the base and brought him to the gentleman, giving him a chance to live, but he did not get a loyal subordinate.

It was not a hatred or a deeper level of hatred, but the dissatisfaction of being out of control continued to intensify and became omnipresent hostility.

The old man narrowed his eyes, turned these past events around in his mind, and then looked at Tsukiyama Asari's eyes.

A person who is completely different from Jundu but has a similar appearance is so easy to control that it is hard to believe that he is Jundu's younger brother. The smile on Rum's face faded, and a cold light flashed in his eyes.

He looked like a blank slate who grew up in a normal environment. When he became a handle that could be controlled in his hands, Cointreau would be more than twice as useful as it is now.

Thinking of this, even though the time for the oxygen to be completely consumed was still far away, the old man had no intention of staying here any longer. He took out his mobile phone and glanced at it casually. He quickly determined the current location of the code member he had been paying attention to, and then made a call to the laboratory, "...Call Cointreau to the laboratory. He is now in the middle of channel B20."

The other end said something and quickly hung up. Rum opened the bricks casually and entered a string of numbers above the combination lock. The screen flashed several times, and the fingerprint input reminder light came on.

While operating, the old man made another phone call. This time, the call was not to a daily laboratory that was common to the organization, but to a place dedicated to researching instruments, with a huge ship logo engraved on it.

The call was not connected for a long time.

At this moment, Rum had already entered the last string of passwords. Just before his finger was about to touch the fingerprint recognition panel, the unanswered call made him subconsciously alert. When he dialed again with suspicion, the call was finally connected.

"Mr. Rum...Mr. Rum, the laboratory..." The voice on the other end was trembling with fear, and the words were stammered together. "Two guests entered the secret passage before, and used the researcher's fingerprints to open the laboratory. Now they are going...to the ship!"

"What?!"

Rum's eyes suddenly widened, and the next second, the black-haired man, who he originally thought had no strength at all, suddenly attacked from behind, pressed his wrist and pressed his hand, which had not fallen down for a long time, on the fingerprint panel.

The last step, the correct fingerprint, made the stone wall inside the darkroom vibrate violently and expand and contract again. Fresh air rushed into the place that was originally filled with dust and various drugs from all directions. Compared with the slow movement speed of the stone wall that separated them before, the door to the secret passage outside opened instantly.

In the light of the wall lamps placed every few meters in the secret passage behind the stone wall, Rum raised his head in surprise and met a pair of round, honey-colored eyes.

The curly-haired man stood facing the exit of the darkroom with his hands in his pockets. His casual jacket was opened on both sides, revealing the lining inside for easy movement. When the secret door opened, he shook the glittering handcuffs in his hand, whistled slowly, and smiled at the other party with a bright smile like a little sun.

"I've been waiting for you for a while." He said with emotion.

At the moment when the voice fell, Kasugawa Shugo quickly dodged the bullets that Rum shot at him, rushed forward and kicked the opponent's knee with his calf wrapped in gauze that had actually become an ornament. At the moment when Rum subconsciously bent his legs slightly because of the pain, he stepped on the old man's leg from behind, twisted his hand that was grabbing his penis and ruthlessly smashed him to the ground from behind.

The sound of handcuffs also rang in the dark passage. The curly-haired police officer with round eyes reached out and grabbed Rum's hair. After forcing him to turn his head with difficulty, he turned around and shouted, "Chaoli, hit him!"

Tsukiyama Chaoli clenched his fist and hit the guy who had just pointed the gun at him in the face.

"You took drugs..." The punch hit Rum's face and mouth. He quickly turned his head and coughed out blood, looking particularly vicious.

"Took drugs? You are allowed to pretend to be an old man with limited mobility, but I am not allowed to pretend that I took drugs?" Yueshan Chaoli rolled his eyes fiercely, imitating the guy's behavior just now. After saying this, the more he thought about what the man said just now, the angrier he got. He raised his fist and hit the man's disgusting face.

"You guys acted too much like that." A completely unfamiliar voice came from outside the stone wall to Rum. The half-long-haired police officer walked in and quickly took off all the things that seemed to be used for communication from the subdued man.

After taking off the cufflinks, watch and other things, Hagiwara Kenji glanced at the half of Tsukiyama Asari's profile exposed from under his black hair, gestured to Kasugawa Shugo, and then reached out to take over the task of controlling Rum. He then called for Amuro Toru and others who were standing up from the ground by patting their clothes, and made room for the two of them without leaving a trace.

Although the previous events were all staged, the entire plan went off track when Rum revealed the news about Tsukiyama Asari's parents. As outsiders in nature, they were so angry at Rum's extremely vicious plot that they wanted to shoot him. However, Tsukiyama Asari, who was the most direct person at the time, held back in this situation and did not reveal that he had not inhaled the drug, making their plan a perfect success.

With such a secret being brought up, none of them knew how to speak up, and in the end they could only let Kasugawa Shugo, who was the most suitable person to step forward, check on the other party's situation and try to give him some space.

Tsukiyama Asari, who slowly moved to the side with Kasugawa Shugo, didn't say a word for a while.

He was indeed a little confused... or very confused, the kind of brain crash.

What kind of script is this? What, again, is this? ? Huh? ! ! !

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