Chapter 116 Ending 3
In fact, that was the only clear sound coming from the wiretap.
The rain that had been falling since dusk had interfered with the signal, and the transmitting parts of the eavesdropping device were damaged when it was dropped on the ground. The audio was intermittent for a few times and then completely silent.
Apart from the word "hanako", the information that Furuya Rei got was pitifully little.
When he received the call from his direct superior, Yuya Kazami had no time to wonder before he heard a cold voice from the other side: "Stop Shirley's car and wait for me to come over."
Yuya Kazami was surprised and answered "yes" subconsciously.
This was equivalent to directly changing the plan. He was sensitive to the fact that something was wrong with Rei Furuya, but he didn't know which step of the mission had gone wrong. After thinking hard for a long time, he could only utter a dry sentence: "Mr. Furuya, are you okay?"
There was constant noise coming from the other side, the sound of people banging on doors, people running hurriedly in the corridor, the hasty clinking of keys, and the sound of cars starting.
All this happened in just two minutes. When he spoke again, Furuya Rei's breathing had become disordered. He asked quickly and briefly, "Where's Hiro?"
"The location has been on the mountain for a while. Mr. Morobuchi is tracking Sherry. He notified us two minutes ago that the target has begun to move." Infected by the invisible tense atmosphere on the other end of the phone, Yuya Kazami spoke in a serious tone.
The communicator showed that a new message had been received. He looked down and his voice suddenly rose in surprise: "It's a message from Mr. Zhu Fu, but, but——"
A hand suddenly grabbed Rei Furuya's heart, and his breathing turned cold: "What did he send?"
"...Nothing." Yuya Kazami's answer revealed a bit of bewilderment, "Mr. Morobushi sent a blank message."
Was it an accident?
Feng Jianyu didn't dare to think about it carefully. As an elite sent undercover by the Metropolitan Police Department, how could Morobushi Jingguang make such a low-level mistake.
Amidst the repression, it was still Rei Furuya who spoke first: "...I understand."
The rearview mirror reflected the blond young man's cold and hard expression.
"Stay with the plan."
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The modified Mazda RX-7 was speeding on the highway. The road was slippery after the rain, and the speed reached 180 miles per hour. It drifted over obstacles several times in a row, and the friction between the tires of the sports car and the road produced shiny sparks.
The further they went into the suburbs, the fewer cars they encountered on the road. Furuya Rei stepped on the accelerator again.
His thoughts were confused, but they came down to a simple thing - praying that he could get there in time.
As long as he could get there, it didn't matter who he prayed to, and it didn't matter what the cost.
The volume in the headset was turned up to the maximum. The content inside said it was a video, but in fact the screen was pitch black, and even the public security technology could not brighten it. The cold wind of the hunter blew on his face, and Furuya Rei's light golden hair was blown messily. His purple-gray eyes were as dark as the night.
He was listening to the video, and although he had expected that it was the second half of the disappearance of the confinement room, he still felt a vague sense of unreality when the faint sound reached his ears.
Furuya Rei worked hard to piece together what happened - the complete video was stored in a closed room. After Rum hacked into the program, it was automatically destroyed on the surface, but in fact the most important part was sent to Shirley, the only person Shengjiu trusted.
Why was Holy Wine locked up in the confinement room? Not because the mission failed, but as Rum once said maliciously, "He deserved it."
Only in a completely closed dark environment can he breathe and rely on his past self. Perhaps he himself did not realize that the words he spoke were all confused and vague, mixed with Japanese, Italian and English, and occasionally painful and weak sleep talk.
He was unable to find the "key" that Rum had repeatedly emphasized. The content was too detailed and perhaps only Shirley, who was also a researcher, could understand it.
After the complex and weak signal was broken into pieces, all Fūya Rei could hear was a child crying silently.
...It's hard to say whether it was fate or coincidence, but those people who became close friends in the police academy all had some unpleasant experiences.
Having been bullied because of his conspicuous blond hair that was different from those of the people around him, Fūya Reiichi began to pay attention to the boy's unique hair color.
It's not that I think he's weird, I just think Yuki might not be able to beat those people up to vent his anger like he does.
He asked about it intentionally or unintentionally, and the boy showed a slightly embarrassed expression. After thinking for a while, he shook his head and said, "Sorry, I forgot."
After saying this, her brows relaxed again, her fingertips lightly touched the corners of her eyes, and she looked at him with a smile: [“There is also the color of zero here.”]
It was a gold that transitioned from light to dark, and his appearance was reflected in the pupils.
At that time, Rei Furuya was thinking that gold was indeed very beautiful.
How long had it been since he last saw that golden sea? He had never even dreamed of it. When he finally saw it again, he didn't recognize the other person.
The truth, the truth, what is he looking for?
——Will there really be a next time?
The inexplicable panic was like a beast with its mouth opened wide, silently swallowing him in the darkness. Furiya Rei's fingers, which were tightly gripping the steering wheel, were cold and numb, and he suddenly felt something slipping away from him.
It is just within reach, but it is slipping away and cannot be caught.
Not only the eavesdropping device, but also the locator failed halfway. Fortunately, there was only one way up the mountain, and the foot of the mountain had been surrounded by Fumiaki and his men under the pretext of "temporary inspection", so Furuya Rei ran straight ahead.
The sports car suddenly braked, with a piercing noise and sparks, and the tires left two long black marks on the concrete floor. The sudden obstruction forced another small car to stop where it was.
The tea-haired girl stepped out of the back seat of the car, holding an umbrella in her hand, but she didn't open it. Shirley and Bourbon had no past to talk about, and given their relationship, it would be a waste of time to say polite words.
"So, you were the one who left the locator in my car." Shirley casually tucked her wet hair behind her ears and stated the facts in a calm voice, but there was coldness in her eyes.
"If you use your tricks on the code members and the information is leaked to other places, can you afford the consequences?"
However, Furuya Rei seemed not to hear her aggressive questioning. His floating soul wavered between despair and hope, leaving him only an empty shell of indifference.
He stared into Shirley's eyes, guarding against any possible action from her, and asked word by word: "What did Vin ask you to do?"
Shirley was startled for a moment, then her eyes widened in disbelief, and a feeling of anger rose in her heart: "You——!"
The blond young man interrupted coldly: "Answer me."
...How dare he say such a thing?
The rain was mixed with the smell of earth, and the cold air infected her chest. Miyano Shiho's fingers, which were holding the black umbrella, were shaking. She couldn't tell whether it was due to the cold or her anger towards Bourbon.
When she woke up in the car, she still couldn't understand why Shengjiu left if he didn't have much time left because of the medicine. Obviously, everything could still be turned around.
But seeing Bourbon's grim look, she suddenly understood something.
There is always someone who is destined to bear pain. Even if he dies, the pain will not decrease in the slightest; but when he is alive, the pain forced upon him by others will only increase day by day.
The girl's emotions, which had just calmed down, flooded into her heart again. Her overly sensitive and intelligent personality made her like a little hedgehog that was thrown out. She was helpless and insisted on going her own way, and she raised overly defensive spikes to everything related to that organization.
After waiting for a long time without receiving a reply, Bourbon on the opposite side seemed to have lost his patience and strode towards her.
The black umbrella in Miyano Shiho's hand fell to the ground, revealing the remote control device that had been hidden in her palm and had never been discovered.
She saw Bourbon's purple-gray pupils shrink suddenly.
"...I won't let you find him." She whispered.
"You are not innocent, Bourbon."
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mountain top.
The white cat kept hovering around his legs. Its beautiful fur had been stained by the mud, and its paws were also covered in mud. Only its deep blue eyes, washed by the water, looked even clearer.
"Get out of here before I shoot."
Morobushi Jingguang's little finger twitched uncontrollably, and he whispered, "...Don't joke like that."
He tried to curl his lips as usual. He couldn't see his expression, but he could guess that he had failed. His whole body was stiff and unresponsive, and even his muscle memory had lost its effect.
The young man showed his helpless expression with a smile again, "If you die here, then everything I do will be meaningless."
He was halfway through his speech when he looked lost, as if he was stuck in a shell, and muttered to himself, "...As for the meaning, who can say for sure?"
"Maybe there will be a better ending if I do it again, but this is all I can do this time. Sorry."
After holding the gun for so long, my wrist has started to ache and go numb.
In fact, I couldn't even see the face of the person opposite me clearly.
The countdown had changed since he made his choice, and at the last moment, the system gave him a little cheat.
The sound of rain seemed to suddenly become quieter, making the trembling in the voice more obvious.
The owner of the voice wanted to get closer to him, and regardless of the muzzle of a gun that could shoot at any moment, he reached out to grab him.
—Until he turned the gun around and pointed it at himself.
The surroundings fell silent again, completely dead silent, and this time no sound could be heard.
He closed his eyes, smiled at the emptiness and darkness, and said, "Go watch the sunrise for me."
[System.]
[……I am here.]
[I remembered something. Since emotions can be transformed into energy, can my emotions be transformed into energy?]
[In theory. What do you want to do with it, contractor?]
[Just do me a small favor—get them out of this house.]
[…I will try.]
Down the mountain.
Miyano Shiho pressed the final switch.
The fire immediately illuminated the top of the mountain, and the rain seemed powerless in the midst of its fierce roar. The sound waves of the explosion took half a second to vibrate the eardrums.
Bourbon looked up at the top of the mountain, his eyes bloodshot.
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When Officer Matsuda returned to his apartment after get off work, he did not find his cat.
Overtime is common in the Metropolitan Police Department, and the First Investigation Division is the hardest hit. He worked overtime until late at night today and returned home near dawn.
"Flowers?" He searched every space in the house, big and small, but still couldn't find the white cat.
Matsuda Jinpei frowned.
Sometimes he really thinks Hanako is smarter than humans. As expected of a cat who graduated from a police academy, she is very alert and will never approach strangers. When she encounters danger, she runs faster than anyone else.
Hanako doesn't like being locked up at home, and he's busy with work, so he and the cat come to a gentleman's agreement to allow the latter to go out for a walk.
But Hanako would come home before he got off work every day and had never stayed out so late.
Jinpei Matsuda's heart suddenly started beating very fast, and he rushed to the door in a panic. He subconsciously turned the handle, but stopped in confusion when the door was halfway open.
...What is he doing?
Why, for a moment, all the bones in my body ached.
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[Energy cleared, results being determined...]
[The result has been corrected, the world line repair situation is pending, and you will be logged out in three seconds]
[Three, Two, One - The copy is permanently closed]
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The first thing I smelled was the familiar scent of fabric softener.
Kono Seiryoshi wondered vaguely, was he hiding in the quilt before entering the copy?
The memories of the two worlds intertwined, making him a little confused. But for some reason, even though he knew clearly that he should sit up at this moment, his consciousness seemed to have sunk into a swamp, and his eyelids were stuck together and he couldn't open them.
He was so sleepy that if he hadn't been trying so hard to think, he might have fallen into a deep sleep.
The system was right. He did not feel any pain when he left. In the past, even if he reduced the pain to the lowest level, he would still feel a sense of oppression and discomfort. However, this time, he only felt a flood of sleepiness.
A warm and tolerant voice that I have heard before rang out beside me:
"Go to sleep if you are tired. I will be here with you."
Strange...is there anyone else in his house?
But never mind. I'm just too sleepy.
He pulled the quilt higher in a daze and said "good night" in an inarticulate voice to the person beside him.
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