Chapter 48

Actually, this game is really simple to put it simply. The most important thing is only one thing.

The Stand card.

It was the Stand card that Tsukiyama Asari drew three years ago when he touched Ran Mouri's head and got ten straight gold cards.

At that time, I felt that this card must be useful. It was not integrated into the system as energy with other cards, but has been kept until now.

This thing is very convenient for faking death. When it is first taken out, it is a paper man, like the one that appears most often in monster movies, less than the size of a palm.

Put the hair and blood sample on the paper man, tie it together with a red rope, and the small paper man will quickly turn into a corpse without breathing and heartbeat.

No matter where it is, it is exactly the same as the person being replaced, the only difference is the blood type.

The blood that falls on the paper man must be fresh. Yu Gu Miao can also threaten Morobushi Jingguang to give him some blood samples to put in test tubes, but this will only cause more trouble.

Anyway, the hair determines the appearance of the substitute, including fingerprints and other factors belonging to the "shell", and the blood determines the blood type and DNA. However, the technology in this world is very strange. On the one hand, it is extremely advanced, and on the other hand, DNA testing is not done in homicide investigations.

At least the organization does not do these.

Moreover, it is difficult to explain if they are exactly the same. If the blood type is different, it can be explained that he has found a scapegoat with a more consistent appearance. After all, this is still a scientific world... It should be more scientific.

So, Yu Gu Miao simply took the field himself and created a substitute who is the same as Morobushi Jingguang, but with his own blood flowing in his body.

...This sentence is really strange. When he just made the substitute, he stared at this extremely familiar face with a distorted expression for a long time.

As for how he got the Morobushi Jingguang guy to cooperate.

Time goes back to two days ago, which was the day he came out of the interrogation room.

Scotland went straight to the safe house after leaving the interrogation room. He was very dizzy and held on until he opened the door and went in. After seeing that Lei was not there, he finally exhausted and was helped to the sofa by his childhood friend.

He closed his eyes, and the light of the interrogation room seemed to be still dazzling his eyes. His head was dizzy and he let himself slide down from the sofa.

Since the day they became undercover agents, the only people they can trust are each other. There is no end to this difficult road, and the only thing they can do is to help their companions when they are about to fall.

Negative emotions continue to accumulate, and there will always be times when they are overwhelmed. Sometimes they need to be punched by their companions to wake them up, and sometimes they just need someone to sit quietly next to them.

Bourbon knew that his friend needed the latter. He just sat on the carpet with his back against the sofa, without speaking or making any other movements. He just listened silently to his friend's nonsense, saying things that both of them knew and didn't know.

In fact, Scotland could no longer remember what he said at that time. His thoughts were very complicated and chaotic. He said whatever he thought of. He fell asleep drowsily in the living room. It was noon when he was awakened by a knock on the door. The house was silent.

He took off the coat covering his body and recognized it as his own coat.

The knock on the door sounded again, but it didn't sound urgent. It only knocked twice and then stopped. The string in Scotland's mind was tightened again.

He pulled out the pistol from his waist, walked lightly to the door, and looked through the cat's eyes. The light reflected by the metal frame of the visitor flashed at him. It seemed that he could feel the line of sight even through the door, and he raised his eyes quickly.

The pair of cold gray eyes were without any emotion. The softness in the depths of the eyes was replaced by a lingering and crazy black substance. There was a door between the two people. Although he knew that people outside could not see him, he felt for no reason that the two people seemed to be staring at each other.

Scotland was confused about the situation, but he couldn't say that the other party was blocking him from outside. He was only secretly alert and stretched out his hand to open the door.

Who knew that at the moment he opened the door, the person at the door suddenly attacked and kicked the door hard. The door made a loud noise and instantly smashed towards Scotland.

Even though the man with blue cat eyes had been alert, he was caught off guard by this sudden attack. He quickly used his left hand to block the door, freeing himself from the narrow space formed by the door and the wall. With his other hand, he quickly raised his gun and aimed at the person who came.

He wanted to say something, but Cointreau obviously didn't give him the chance. Seeing that he couldn't hit him, he dodged into the house and closed the door with his backhand. He was not afraid at all when the gun was pointed at him, but instead smiled.

Then, he quickly reached out and used the blade of the dagger that slipped out of his sleeve to slash at the opponent's hand holding the gun. Scotland moved his arm down, with the muzzle of the gun still pointing upwards at the opponent's fatal part, but his wrist was not in the trajectory of the opponent's attack.

Cointreau snorted and laughed.

Just as he was about to miss, the thin white wrist suddenly twisted to a strange angle that a normal person could not do at all, and abruptly changed the direction of attack. When it fell, it quickly changed to the blade and chopped down fiercely.

Scotland resisted the attack, and the gun was not knocked away. It was still held tightly in his hand and aimed at the person in front of him, but the wrist moved down a little because of the heavy blow, deviating from the opponent's heart. The next second, the opponent's hand without the knife grabbed his wrist.

——Oops!

The moment this thought flashed through his mind, Scot fired without hesitation. Cointreau exerted force at this moment and flicked his wrist to the side.

The bullet shot through the sofa in the living room. Although it was armed, it still made a slight sound. The next moment, the cold blade of the knife was pressed against his neck from behind.

Cointreau's movements were like a ghost. His strength was not as strong as his own, but his speed and skills could make up for this deficiency. He dodged behind him at the moment the bullet was fired and twisted his captured arm behind his body. He didn't know where he pressed on his elbow, but his whole arm began to go numb. The opponent easily snatched the knife from his hand and threw it to the ground.

It was like wrestling with a snake.

Scot suddenly realized.

This is probably the original appearance of that Cointreau, a monster raised by the organization. If I were his assassination target, I would have been dead by now.

The cold blade touched his skin, and Scotland even breathed more lightly subconsciously. Seeing that the situation was completely controlled by the other side, he simply raised his hands and said with a joking tone, "I don't remember any problems in the recent mission."

The man's smiling voice came from behind his neck, and his breath sprinkled on the skin behind his ears and a little below, making him itch. The deliberately lowered voice was hoarse, which was quite different from his usual cold voice.

"Public security undercover, Zhu Fu Jingguang?"

He paused for a word.

Every word was tinged with blood, and Zhufu Jingguang's heart sank. The smile on his face, which had already been cold to begin with, instantly disappeared.

The man behind him didn't care about his silence. His breathing was getting closer. The man lowered his head slightly. Zhu Fu Jingguang only felt his shoulders sink. Then he realized that the man had put his chin on his shoulder.

This was originally a gesture of weakness and coquettishness, but when Jundu did it, it was like a snake with cold scales entangled with its prey. The snake spit out its tongue and showed its fangs with poison sacs. "Not only does the organization have undercover agents from the public security."

Zhu Fu Jingguang instantly understood the meaning of this sentence, and his fingers trembled slightly.

He knew that he couldn't resist. He had been ready to die since he set foot on this road. If he was caught and interrogated, he didn't know what means he would use to get the information he knew. Now the best way was to hit the blade in front of his neck.

After the aorta is cut open, blood will gush out, and within a few minutes, you will go into shock and die from blood loss. But before that, you must find the right opportunity to destroy the phone in your pocket. It is best to shoot through the phone with a bullet, destroy it completely, leaving nothing behind.

Then you will become a corpse without a past or future, not linked to anyone, just like the final ending of most undercover agents.

It must not be linked to Zero.

"Do you want to make a deal?"

No, there is no such thing as a fair deal in this situation. Zhufu Jingguang complained in his heart that he could just rush into the knife and die heroically, but the phone had to be destroyed, so he could only agree, "What deal?"

"Do something for me." Yu Gu Miao's voice was very low, and the metal-framed glasses lightly touched a small piece of Zhufu Jingguang's skin when they got close. It was obviously a cool touch, but he only felt that the piece was slightly hot. "I'll save your life."

Zhufu Jingguang just remained silent. This was most likely a trap. The other party might just want to control him when he let his guard down, or take him back to the organization for interrogation. The value of a living person is much greater than that of a dead person.

An undercover agent must exhaust all his efforts and calculate, even the slightest bit of goodwill must be put under a microscope and examined repeatedly to determine whether it is a hook with bait.

Besides, it is not goodwill, but just a deal.

The chips in the hands of the two parties to the transaction are completely different. If he does not agree to him, he will die.

Zhu Fu Jingguang instantly thought of the best solution, pretending to agree to the other party, and then quickly destroyed his mobile phone and committed suicide

. In fact, Jundu's chips are very well grasped. For most people, the most important thing is life. He probably sees many people in the organization who are willing to do anything to survive, but he doesn't know that some people are willing to die for that little hope.

However, since you want to plan something, you must be sure of everything.

"You may not be afraid of death. Let me think..." He kept his chin on the man's shoulder, tilted his head slightly and sighed, his black hair scattered on the cloth and exposed skin, itching, "How pitiful, it's too lonely to go to the underworld alone. If you die, I will send Bourbon... No, change your name."

Cointreau's eyes flashed with interest, and he spoke slowly in a light tone, but the words he uttered made the other party straighten his body instantly, and turned to look at him in disbelief.

"...How about I send Furuya Rei to accompany you?"