Chapter 113
Relying on the confidential intelligence within the organization, Kono Seiryoshi roughly figured out how chaotic the seemingly normal situation was in private.
The cooperation between the FBI and the Japanese Public Security Bureau is in a delicate balance. They have different fundamental interests, are deeply wary of each other, and have to join forces to fight against the organization. The turmoil at the North American base was just stabilized by Belmode, and the dark web of the Japanese base was attacked one after another, and the activities of the organization members have been restrained recently.
This won't do. If he doesn't investigate the FBI, the progress of the mission will be delayed.
Seiryoshi Kono sent the edited text message to Gin, saying that he thought Lei was a good potential and asked him to cultivate him well.
Anyway, find something for the FBI to do.
As for whether Lei will be exposed... let's just hope that nothing goes wrong in his mission.
Changing the angle, Seira Kono imagined the scene of Gin being arrested by the FBI. He couldn't quite imagine it, but he still thought it was funny.
The FBI's recent actions were a bit hasty. If they didn't find a solution, the top of the pyramid of this country would soon be paralyzed. But they were looking in the wrong direction - a virus that specifically targeted high-level political officials for no reason. His laboratory had never studied such a thing.
Who is behind this? There is probably only one person who can evade the government's surveillance and disrupt the current situation in a targeted manner. He is well aware of the operating mechanism of the Karasuma Group and diverted the trouble to another place.
One day before the scheduled flight, Kono Seiyoshi came to the Huanghun Annex alone. For Seiyoshi, it seems more appropriate to say "going home".
He had heard a proverb that said anyone who drank the water of the Nile would return to Egypt again, no matter how far they went from Egypt.
Go back to the beginning of fate and end it.
The castle walls, which had not been repaired for many years, had already shown cracks from wind and frost, and the dead gray-brown climbing plants had covered the Crow family crest.
No one came out to stop him, and the door of the villa remained open for him as if they had been waiting for a long time.
I stepped onto the slightly damp wooden stairs, turned on the switch hidden behind the wall clock, and went straight up to the attic along the secret passage.
The moment he opened the door, Kimino Seira's eyes shifted and he almost thought that the young Karasuma Renya was standing in front of him.
The color at the edge of the mural has peeled off a little, and the relief outlines a human figure with a face somewhere between familiar and unfamiliar, looking down on the ant-like creatures under its feet from a high position.
...Karasumaru Renya actually carved her own portrait between the scrolls of purgatory and heaven.
He had already obtained unimaginable wealth and power in his life. He planted the seeds in his youth and reaped the fruits of madness in his old age. He tried to transcend his human identity and become a god, and even used the immature brain wave transfer technology on himself to abandon his flesh and achieve immortality.
Behind the mural, there are no bones, nor are there any replaceable bodies. The chip that stores consciousness is connected to a supercomputer, which is undoubtedly the highest technology that the organization can master.
In the empty attic of the annex, a second rough voice suddenly rang out: "I said we'll see each other again."
Kono Seiryoshi looked up at the stained glass windows on the dome and sighed as he spoke: "...Have you been hiding in a place like this?"
Given Karasuma Renya's obsession with becoming a god, if the effect of the Stone Mask still existed, he would definitely use it on himself without hesitation. After all, in front of the Eternal Years, what does it matter if you just become a vampire who cannot see the light of day? Isn't it much better than the current state that can't even be called a living thing?
"If you like, I can give this place to you."
Karasuma Renya's voice rose and fell, and she raised her voice in a tone of relief and joy: "Tell me, you brought the "key", right?"
"Key?" Kono Seiryoshi chewed on the word carefully. "Are you talking about the key that tampered with brain waves and urged nerves to establish connections?"
He smiled, curled his lips, and a faint smile appeared in his eyes: "The key has been destroyed."
"What a pity, sir. You took the risk of targeting the councillors who had cooperated with the organization. Did you think that brainwashing them would be as successful as your original experiment?"
"You didn't discover the program had been modified until more than one death occurred. I have to say that your confidence is blind to the point of stupidity."
When the last note fell, the air fell into complete silence.
"...holy wine."
As far as I can remember, this seemed to be the first time that Karasuma Renya called out his code name in such a cold tone.
The "Sacred Wine" that was personally carved by the boss and regarded as his own betrayed his trust at the most critical moment, betrayed his nearly century-long ambition, and brought all his hard work to waste.
The wall lamp in the attic suddenly flickered as if there was a bad connection, and there was a crackling sound of electricity. The tightly closed stained glass window was suddenly blown open by the wind. In the dim light, the curtains blown up by the wind cast a sinister shadow, like a ghost approaching step by step.
"Do you think you can get away with it? As soon as the plane lands, the FBI will tear off your flesh like a starving mad dog, and the politicians will splash all the dirty water on you. No one cares about the truth and your hardship. They will only smash your teeth more and more and squeeze your last drop of blood!"
"Even if you don't leave Japan, these processes will only be delayed by ten days or half a month. There is no place for you in the world!"
"Holy Wine, hand over the "key" now, and I promise that none of the above situations will happen."
His furious voice suddenly stopped, as if he realized that he was getting angry, and he changed to a slower and more deliberate tone: "Have you forgotten something after all these years of indulgence? Yuki, you never let me down before."
Kono Seira stared quietly at the place where the mural was cut in the middle, and suddenly lost his patience to deal with Karasuma Renya any longer.
"You're right, there's no place for me in this world."
He has always been a person who cannot survive without a home. However, before this body is completely stripped away, he still has the ability to give.
The container that stores Karasuma Renya's consciousness has no vision or hearing, but simply converts all external stimuli into signals that can be processed by the computer.
But at this moment, faced with an unprecedented situation, the machine's processing was delayed by a few tenths of a second.
"What are you doing?! I told you to stop--!!"
If she still had two eyes, Karasuma Renya would be grieved with anger right now.
His roar had no effect at all. His slender fingers, without any blood in them, gently covered the mural. As if a switch had been triggered, the entire wall suddenly trembled imperceptibly.
The deep red ink was like blood, gushing from one end of hell to the heaven. The relief was stained red, and it slowly tilted in a weird and absurd way.
Boom—bang!
After the sound of a heavy object collapsing, the crackling sound of electricity rang out again, and Karasuma Renya's angry voice distorted into an inhuman tone.
"You'll be...crazy...impossible...!"
It was intermittent like snowflakes on the screen, and it stopped abruptly before it was finished.
...Will he come back again?
Gongye Shengliang's body swayed, and his eyes briefly turned black and white. His heart was beating rapidly, and he had to take a deep breath to relieve the restlessness that was about to explode.
In the dead silence of the attic, he seemed to have been asleep for a minute, or perhaps a long time. When he slowly opened his eyes again, his drooping hair was soaked with cold sweat.
He stood up with difficulty and returned the same way, which took him more than twice as long as the way there.
When I slowly walked out of the garden behind the villa, before I had gone far, I suddenly felt a hint of coolness on the tip of my nose.
Gongye Shengliang was slightly stunned.
"Snow? ...No."
He looked up at the sky, stretched out his hand, and caught the thin raindrops.
The mist and twilight shrouded the Huangtun Villa behind them in a hazy haze. The spire of the attic tower was looming, standing silently in its place.
The snow melts and the moon appears, then the rain falls.
“…”
Staring at the raindrops melting on his fingertips, that feeling of powerlessness and regret once again came over him.
The snowy season has passed.
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Evening, Tokyo suburbs research institute.
"Dr. Miyano, does this report need to be checked again? ...Dr. Miyano?"
After being called several times in succession, the brown-haired girl who was staring at the computer suddenly came to her senses, "… Sorry, um, just report it and I will handle it."
Seeing that she was absent-minded, the researcher couldn't help but say with concern before leaving: "You have been too busy recently, and today is the weekend... Please go back and have a good rest."
Miyano Shiho nodded. After the door closed, the faint smile on her lips seemed to suddenly deflate, and her brows furrowed. She tried hard to focus on the report, but she couldn't concentrate.
After staring at the report for a while, she sighed heavily, changed out of her white coat, picked up her handbag and left the office.
Outside the institute, a bodyguard named Zhihui was already waiting for her.
Miyano Shiho was not too familiar with her, but she was easier to get along with than the men sent by Rum. Especially with a certain blond-haired dark-skinned woman. After that unpleasant meeting in the parking lot, Miyano Shiho did not sleep well for several nights.
She accidentally mentioned the problem of sleep quality to Shengjiu in a text message, but she didn't expect that he would send Chihui to her the next day. With such an all-round maid, and no longer being monitored, Miyano Shiho felt much more relaxed when going to and from get off work.
Miyano Shiho was also worried about what she would do after Shengjiu assigned the person to her. Shengjiu only replied that he had something to do and it was inconvenient to bring others with him, so it would be a great help to hand it over to her.
As for Zhihui, she was very obedient from the beginning and said, "I will follow your instructions, sir."
Zhihui was not too surprised to see her leave the institute early, and asked as usual: "Ms. Miyano, are you going home directly today as well?"
Miyano Shiho nodded, and as she opened the car door, she suddenly remembered something and quickly opened the memo on her phone: "Today, can we go to this cafe first?"
She handed Chihui the address on the memo, which had two lines of numbers written on it, with 21:30 circled and a stick figure of a cat head drawn in the lower right corner.
For some reason, Miyano Shiho was restless all day, and only after seeing the memo did she feel a little better.
The rose-red car quickly drove into the driveway. She sat in the back seat, propped up her arms and looked out the window boredly.
Suddenly, a string of small water drops fell from the car window, and soon, there were a few more stains.
Miyano Shiho was a little surprised. She rolled down the car window, and the cool evening breeze mixed with raindrops ruffled her brown hair.
“…It’s raining?”