Chapter 106

After drinking the medicine, his hearing gradually recovered, but the temperature of his hands also rose. Fūya Rei used the back of his hand to feel the temperature of his forehead, and his heart sank.

Back at the base, there were state-of-the-art equipment and doctors, but neither of them wanted to go back.

The young man leaning on his arms coughed, and his breath was startlingly hot. He mumbled "I want to go home" and gave an address.

Looks like he's gotten used to the aftereffects.

Fūya Rei's hands were clenched until they turned pale, and then he suddenly loosened them and drove to the apartment as fast as he could. After meeting the patrolling security, Shengjiu refused his help and staggered to the door. When he was about to unlock it, his hand suddenly stopped and the key was hanging in the air.

"What's wrong?" Thinking that he was feeling unwell, Fūya Ling took two steps forward and held his shoulders, looking worried. "Are you pushing yourself too hard?"

The young man leaned against the door, and raised the corners of his lips slightly.

Although he was smiling, he looked as lonely as a dim dusk with no one passing by.

"I'm sorry, my eyesight is still blurry," he said. "Can you open the door for me?"

…

"Hold on, I'll go turn on the light."

After finding the living room light switch, Furugaya Rei suddenly heard a clanging sound.

Under the blinding light that suddenly lit up, Furuya looked towards the location of the holy wine. He saw the young man kneeling on the ground, holding up the locker at the entrance that had been knocked crooked with his right hand.

Shengjiu lowered his head, his drooping hair covering his eyes and eyebrows, but one could see blood dripping from his forehead like beads onto the ground, continuously.

A bunch of keys fell in front of the locker. Upon closer inspection, there was a layer of blood on the edge of the teeth.

Fūya Rei was startled and immediately went over and squatted to check his wounds.

The young man closed his eyelids tightly. Half of his face was as white as jade, while the other half was soaked in blood from a cut on his upper eyelid. His eyelashes were wet and curled up, trembling very weakly.

It was a small wound, but the bleeding wouldn't stop.

"Where's the first aid kit?" Fūya Ling's heart tightened, and he looked around anxiously, looking for something to stop the bleeding. "I'll go get some water first."

"The gauze is in the drawer next to the sofa... Sorry to trouble you."

Hearing the low "sorry" at the end, Fūya Rei's pace paused, then quickly quickened.

He returned to the entrance with clean water and bandages, and carefully cleaned the wounds. The clean water soon turned light red. The young man closed his eyes, raised his head obediently, and let him wrap bandages around his eyes.

Furutani Rei originally wanted to bandage only his injured right eye, but the holy wine made him bandage both eyes.

He hesitated for two seconds before taking action. "But this way, you won't be able to see it."

"It's okay," Shengjiu replied as if talking to himself, "Just take a night's rest."

After treating the wound, the air became calm again.

But after a while, Furuya Ling forced himself not to look at him and whispered: "Then I——"

"Bourbon."

The voices rang out at the same time, and both of them were stunned.

Shengjiu curled his lips, and the snow-white bandage and the bloodless face almost blended into one color.

"We'll talk about it next time."

…

After saying goodbye with all his might, Rei Furuya left the apartment.

The shadow under the moonlight was extremely long, and the street lights cast another constantly changing shadow under his feet, just like the many and complicated concerns he was worrying about.

Until another familiar figure in front of the car door caught his attention.

"...Hiro?"

The black clothes were indistinguishable in the darkness, but the light blue eyes under the duckbill cap lifted up at the sound of the voice, extremely clear-headed. It was Morofu Jingguang.

Before he could ask him why he was here, Furuya Rei suddenly remembered the unresolved differences from their last meeting.

Hiro was in that apartment just now - he deduced what happened, and his surprise was quickly replaced by a solemn expression.

He opened the car door without saying a word, and waited until both of them got in before speaking: "It's too risky for you to do this." Furuya Rei took a deep breath, and his low voice was faintly disapproving, "Hiro, why didn't you discuss this with me before you took action?"

"I have to go." Morobushi Jingguang took off his hood and calmly looked into the complex eyes of Yujunran: "Zero, what about you? Why are you here?"

Furiya Rei was silent for a moment before he said, "When I met him at the base, Vin was ill and I sent him home."

Thinking of the conversation he had just heard in the room, Zhu Fu Jingguang remembered the time when there was a power outage on a rainy night, when he was also unable to see.

This was undoubtedly good news for him. In addition, Shengjiu's eyes were injured again, so the possibility of being discovered by traces left during the infiltration process that he himself was not aware of was greatly reduced.

Morofushi Jingguang asked, "Did he use the medicine?"

Hearing his calm question, Fūya Rei closed his eyes and said, "…I used it."

His voice was hoarse: "Hiro, how much do you know about those drugs?"

"Not much, but the amount of medicine seems to be limited." Zhu Fu Jingguang calmly stated the facts, "I saw that he had two tubes left when he used it. Counting this time, there is only one tube left."

——A fatal weakness that both of them are aware of.

Zhu Fu Jingguang closed his eyes, "Zero, have you changed your mind about the identity of the Holy Wine?"

He was answered by Yu Huanyan's suddenly anxious tone: "Hiro, listen to me, I still think he is--"

"Don't say that name." Zhufu Jingguang interrupted him.

His voice was light, but it was filled with a decisive chill. "We can ignore this for now. I won't do it again unless I receive an order."

"But don't defile him."

The car door was unlocked from the inside, and the cool night breeze disturbed the tense atmosphere in the car.

"...Hiro," Furuya Rei's hands on the steering wheel became stiff, and he asked harshly, "What exactly does it take for you to change your mind?"

Morofushi Jingguang put his hand on the car door handle and paused. "If..." The moment he opened his mouth, he realized that it was impossible, and he laughed abruptly.

He put his hood back on, and a sigh that only he could hear was blown away by the wind: "...if Yuki told me in person."

But Yuki won't come back.

It doesn't matter, he can go find him after it's over.

…

The incident was resolved, and in the days that followed, nothing changed in the base. No one, whether Shengjiu or anyone else, seemed to know that Fushiki Kagemitsu had sneaked into the apartment.

He sent the report he took to the police, but the content was too technical and obscure. The police said they would contact relevant experts for analysis and it would take some time to give further instructions.

Morofushi Kagemitsu also tried to persuade himself, but in the end he failed without exception.

He promised Zero to ignore the matter for the time being, but he could not forget the words that Saeki said in a frivolous tone. The person he cherished most was broken into pieces with malicious intent in just a few words, and the pieces were thrown in front of him to show off.

He couldn't tell Furuya Rei that he had also wavered when he was with the holy sake. The snow in Sapporo was too pure, and during the Christmas song, there was a moment when Morobushi Kagemitsu thought, "This person should have a day to return to the light."

The memory was shattered, then forcefully pieced together to form a hideous face, which opened its mouth to emit a sharp laugh - in this organization, kindness is the last thing that should exist.

Morofushi Kagemitsu was unwilling to accept Furiya Rei's advice, perhaps partly because of his self-loathing.

He could not forgive himself for having wavered in the past. In order to maintain this shaky body, he could only pour double the hatred into it.

His partner privileges were still under the name of Shengjiu, and when he had no missions, he stayed at the training ground almost non-stop, until an unexpected person stopped him.

The silver-haired man in a top hat casually glanced at the bullet shells scattered on the ground, sneered, and threw a recorder over.

"You're almost ruined," Gin commented coldly, "This is what happens when you get too close to that guy."

Zhu Fu Jingguang took the recorder and said calmly, "Really?"

He didn't think Gin would be so kind, and the tone of his voice was more like a clear warning to get lost, as if he was an eyesore.

"You're somewhat useful, Scotch, compared to those traitorous pieces of shit, but not that useful."

The tip of his leather shoes carelessly knocked open the bullet shell, and Gin was rarely patient enough to give a comment that he didn't know whether it could be called a positive one.

"Do you think he will always protect you? When your last bit of usefulness is gone, you will be mercilessly thrown into the sewer like scum."

Morobushi Kagemitsu was unusually calm, and even when he heard Gin's threatening words, he didn't get a ripple. He even found it a little funny, and looked directly at Gin, who was being particularly critical and sharp today: "Is this based on your experience, Gin?"

The temperature at the training ground suddenly dropped several degrees.

Morofushi Kagemitsu did not miss the murderous intent that flashed across Gin's eyes.

He stood up calmly and looked at the recorder in his hand. "Although I don't know what you mean by coming to tell me these words...but I will accept the mission."

There has always been a lot of discord among the members of the action team, but the tense atmosphere at the time still frightened Vodka, who was following the two men from a distance, so much that his hair stood on end.

…

The recorder contained the intelligence that the hostages confided during the interrogation. The mission required him to deal with a congressman who had risen to power with the organization's money but turned against the organization. This was somewhat in conflict with the responsibilities of the Japanese public security. Morobushi Kagemitsu spent a day compiling evidence of the congressman's corruption and bribery and reported it anonymously.

When he disguised himself as a delivery man and went to the target's home, he found that he was a step too late - the bodyguards hired by the congressman were all lying unconscious on the ground, while the congressman himself was lying on the bed with a peaceful face, without breathing or heartbeat.

Zhu Fu Jingguang realized that this was a trap and left the villa immediately. A figure behind the garden seemed to have discovered him and was chasing him relentlessly.

After nearly twenty minutes of chasing, the two men stopped in an abandoned building.

Zhu Fu Jingguang raised his gun, his eyes sharp and frightening: "Come out."

The man who had followed him all the way walked forward slowly. His facial features exposed in the moonlight were ordinary, but when he spoke, a familiar voice came out: "Scotland."

——Ley?!

Zhu Fu Jingguang was startled, but he did not put down the gun he was holding. Instead, he became even more alert.

The man sighed and took off the disguise on his face. Under the passerby's face was Lei's iconic mixed-race face.

Zhu Fu Jingguang said coldly: "The mission was not given to a second person, Rye, you should explain why you are here."

Ley raised his hand slowly in tacit agreement and asked, "Did you see how that congressman died, Scotch?"

"There were no external injuries, no poisoning, and his expression was calm, as if he had died unconsciously in his sleep. This may be the first case in Japan, but it is not the first in the world."

This is not something that can be judged by just one glance, but Lei did not care about the loopholes in his words at all, and continued to tell the inside story that most people did not know: "Before death, these people will first experience drowsiness, dizziness, vomiting, etc., but when the symptoms continue until the thirteenth day, they will die like this."

He stared into Morobushi Kagemitsu's eyes and said, "This is a virus that came out of the organization's laboratory in North America."

Rye Whiskey, whose real identity is Shuichi Akai, an undercover agent from the FBI. He received an emergency order from his superiors two months ago because many American politicians were infected with an unknown virus, and the investigation results pointed directly to the organization he was undercover for.

Lay had just received the code name and his foundation in the organization was unstable. He was sent out of the base due to a failed mission. During the two months of hiding, he dug out some information with his own abilities and the FBI intelligence network.

For example, the cause of death of those people was not simply viral infection, but a way that could not be defined at all.

Also, the first death showed symptoms on the day the sacred wine arrived in Japan.

The government has been strictly suppressing news of assassinations of politicians, and the high-ranking officials are all worried that they will be the next to die. As an FBI undercover agent in the organization, Shuichi Akai is under great pressure and has also been given permissions that he would not normally be given.

Until that moment, he realized what the concept of "Managers of the North American Base" meant. They included elites from various industries who were brainwashed and controlled. In just a few decades, they had permeated most of the inside world and climbed step by step to the pinnacle of power and blood.

Shuichi Akai didn't have the habit of judging people by their appearance, but when the file with conclusive evidence was placed in front of him, he still found it difficult to connect the person in it with the cold and beautiful sickly young man in his impression.

On the other side, Scotland's eyes changed and his finger moved to the trigger: "Do you know what you are saying?"

Akai Hideichi glanced at the muzzle of the gun and said in a statement: "The person who caused all this is your nominal partner now."

"I told you all this because I don't want you to die because of him without knowing it."

He sighed deeply and pulled out his final trump card: "We are the same, Scotch."