Chapter 65

Vodka is impossible to be vodka. The younger brother was robbed, and Gin, feeling provoked, became furious and pulled out a gun on the spot.

The silver-haired man was looking down from above, holding the dark, cold gun in his hand, with the black muzzle pointed directly at the mask that concealed his eyes.

Before he fired, the person reclining on the sofa stood still, as if he had died in advance.

Bourbon, who had been pointed at by Gin's favorite gun once or twice, tactfully withdrew his presence, and casually glanced at Gin's gloomy face and the indifferent Holy Wine, with a dark gleam in his eyes.

The status of Holy Wine in the organization is higher than he imagined.

Kono Seira was so exhausted that he couldn't speak. He felt that even if he opened his mouth to explain, Gin's impression of him would only become worse. It would be better to say nothing. At least he could pretend to be a weirdo with a different way of thinking than ordinary people.

Thinking of this, he secretly glanced at the reactions of the three Whisky people who were watching.

Bourbon's mouth was straightened, and he lowered his eyes, not knowing what he was thinking; Scotland looked normal, but his hand holding the corner of the sofa was clenched tightly; Ley seemed to be indifferent, but his blinking frequency was twice as slow.

Kono Seiryoshi's sad mood was comforted a little bit - very good, it seems that he has a talent for playing monsters (mainly thanks to Gin's cooperation).

He and Gin faced each other in silence for a long time. The atmosphere was extremely depressing. As Vodka nervously swallowed his saliva, the silver-haired man slowly retracted his penis.

"I don't have time for your little tricks."

Gin put down his gun, looked between the three people, and chuckled in an ambiguous way: "In that case, you don't have to choose."

Seira Kono: "...?"

Gin, it's scary when you talk like that.

"Someone will pick you up tomorrow morning. Stay in your room and don't die in a gutter."

Gin left the room after making a threat that he wasn't sure if it was a harsh word. Before leaving, he ruthlessly took away the three Whiskys and deprived Kono Seira of the right to choose people.

Only when the red dots with their respective codes disappeared at the edge of the system map did Kono Seiryoshi lock the door of the room.

He took off his gas mask, his face was slightly wet with sweat, his lips were pale, and he leaned against the door, gasping for breath to calm his breathing.

This mask is really - too stuffy! If he keeps wearing it, he will be suffocated to death sooner or later!

This won't do! Gongye Shengliang took two deep breaths. He had to find another way to cover his face that would not kill him.

But before that, there was another big thing - his precarious health bar was about to collapse.

There was a dull pain in his chest, his heartbeat was rapid and disordered, and his body shook uncontrollably as he took a step forward. It took him more than a minute to walk the ten-odd meters from one corner of the room to the other. Only when he touched the cool outer shell of the suitcase did Gongye Shengliang breathe a sigh of relief.

The suitcase did not contain any spare clothes, but several medicines, which were fixed in a box at a constant temperature. No one knew how it passed the aircraft security check.

He fumbled for one and spent half a day aligning it with the blood vessel.

The cold liquid was slowly pushed into the blood, and the effect was almost immediate. All the discomfort symptoms in the body subsided at an extremely fast speed.

If such a miraculous potion could be made public, it would definitely cause a sensation. But unfortunately, this was made by the holy wine for himself, and it only works for him.

Thinking of this, Gongye Shengliang felt a rare guilty feeling.

After spending one third of the organization's funds on research for so many years, the results are almost zero - looking at this way, it's not unreasonable for Gin to dislike him.

As the drug took effect, the tortured body finally calmed down, and the drowsy brain became clear again.

Kono Seira remembered the purpose of his visit to Japan.

The Black Organization's influence is spread all over the world, and this country has been the most severely infiltrated. There are rumors within the organization that this is because the gentleman is from Japan. Regardless of whether the rumor is true or not, from the political, economic and scientific circles, the Japanese base has indeed devoted most of the organization's efforts.

Not long ago, a drug that has attracted much attention from organizations entered the stage of in vivo experiments. The real name of this research is only known to very few people. It is a successor to the "dreamlike" "silver bullet" that "can revive the dead" that was interrupted in the research more than a decade ago.

Immortality is like Pandora's box, tempting countless people to pursue it across time and lose control of it.

Shengjiu came here to inspect the progress of the medicine.

If Kono Seira remembered correctly, Sherry, who was in charge of researching this drug, was one of the few people in the organization who had no hostility towards him.

The brown-haired, blue-eyed genius girl always looked cold and indifferent, and only spoke a few words when talking about research topics. Shirley spent some time at the North American base when she was studying abroad, but her research direction was not consistent with what Shengjiu was doing. After moving to Japan, she focused on developing drugs and achieved a breakthrough in less than a year.

A drug that can reverse time... To be able to do this in a world without superpowers, their will and determination cannot be underestimated.

After regaining some of his spirit, Kono Seiryoshi looked at the room, which was empty except for the sofa, with a headache.

If he called Gin now and asked him to send in some food... would he be scolded?

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Amid the cold and sophisticated instruments, a girl in a white coat signed her name. The black English signature "Sherry" was particularly eye-catching in the blue light of the electronic screen.

Judging from her stature and appearance, she was about fifteen or sixteen years old. Her hair color was a rare brown due to her mixed blood. There was no light in the room, and the dim light from the computer shone on her expressionless face. Perhaps it was because of the white coat she was wearing, or perhaps it was because of her own stable and mature temperament, the immaturity of her age was diluted to almost nothing.

As a talented researcher who is highly expected by the organization, Miyano Shiho has to stay in the office until early morning almost every day since accepting this research institute.

She checked the time, got up and made a cup of coffee. When she came back, she saw the cell phone in front of the computer suddenly flashed twice.

It's Vodka's news.

"Vodka: Vin Santo will arrive at the base tonight and will go to the research institute during the day tomorrow."

Just arrived tonight, come over during the day?

Miyano Shiho frowned slightly. Was the schedule too tight?

If that person is still the same as in her memory, her body will not be able to take it.

However, the organization's arrangements will never be changed for an individual, and even Shirley, who has obtained the code name, has no right to question it.

"Sherry: I understand."

Miyano Shiho clenched her grip on the cup and turned her gaze from the screen to the sky outside the window.

The institute was located in a remote suburb, and there was no city light to be seen from the window. The night was dark and gloomy, and her heart was beating restlessly.

The phone vibrated twice again.

Miyano Shiho came to her senses and saw that Vodka, who should have cut off the communication, had somehow forwarded two black posts from the organization's anonymous forum to her. Although they were quickly withdrawn, she still caught a few key words with her sharp eyes.

It's about the sacred wine.

"Vodka: !! Shirley you didn't see anything!!!"

“Sherry: …”

"Sherry: What did you see?"

Vodka seemed relieved that the mistake had not been noticed and repeated the task again, but this time Miyano Shiho did not respond.

She walked to the window with the cup in hand, the steam from the coffee rising. The glass window was covered with a layer of white mist, and the brown-haired girl stared at her reflection in the mist in a trance.

When Miyano Shiho and Seiza met for the first time, it was shortly after her eighth birthday.

Soon after she could remember things, the organization discovered her talent for drug research and sent her to the United States to study. Her parents died early, and her only sister was separated from her by the ocean. The mixed-race girl, who was not much taller than her desk, lived in silence under pervasive surveillance. Her life plan was so poor that it was easy to see the end at a glance - join the organization and inherit her parents' unfinished research.

In this life where there was no change day after day, something went wrong in the organization - the informant responsible for contacting her was exposed, and Miyano Shiho was taken hostage by another illegal organization.

She was injected with anesthesia and was so drowsy that she didn't know how much time had passed. It was not until the pungent smoke woke her up that the girl, whose hands and feet were tied, realized that the fire had spread to most of the room.

Miyano Shiho bit her tongue to force herself to stay awake, and used the last bit of her strength to cut the hemp rope with the broken glass scattered on the ground. The anesthetic had not yet worn off, and she was tired and hungry. Even if her hands and feet were free again, she would not be able to walk out of this sea of ​​fire.

Through the window, she saw a patch of sky that was not engulfed by the fire. The night was bleak, with dark clouds hanging low, as if announcing a hopeless end.

The girl, who forced herself to open her eyes, vaguely remembered that the morning news mentioned that it would snow today.

What a pity...she can't see it.

…

"Sir, there seems to be a child in the villa."

"All traces have been cleared. This child is the only witness. Do you want to clear him?"

“…Okay, I understand.”

Miyano Shiho, whose consciousness was already blurred, only caught a few intermittent words in her ears, followed by a burst of chaotic footsteps. She felt her body being lifted up by a huge force and then thrown out of the window.

The glass had already shattered, and most of the pain came from the impact of the fall. The plush coat that Miyano Shiho wore to protect herself from the cold had been tied up, burned, and rolled several times on the dry grass, and was covered in mud, water, and grass debris, and was already in a mess.

Breathing the cool air again, she coughed violently, her chest choked, and a layer of mist inevitably covered her eyes.

In this hazy mist, a figure slowly emerged.

The black clothes and black umbrella, like a vague shadow falling from the darkness, stopped right in front of the brown-haired girl.

Because of the umbrella cover, only a small section of the snow-white chin with a very strong color contrast can be seen under the black umbrella.

"Miyano, Shiho?"

Unlike the lame American accent that people around her used when calling her Japanese name, this person pronounced the words slowly, with gentle and slow rise and fall of the tone. The most familiar pronunciation coming out of his mouth had a few more strange rhythms.

Miyano Shiho, who had just escaped death, had not yet come to her senses and was staring at him blankly.

As if he felt that it was inconvenient to have a conversation at this angle, the man half-knelt down and looked into the girl's eyes.

The firelight burning in the distance gave a touch of warmth to her almost transparent white face, and also added an illusory tenderness to her blood-red eyes. Her eyebrows and eyes were calm, without any ripples or fluctuations.

It is a strange face that you will never forget at first sight.

In his calm eyes, Miyano Shiho saw herself as a wolf-like abandoned young beast.

She turned her face away, wiped away the mess of tears and black smoke on her face, and looked at the person in front of her with a wary and cold gaze that was definitely not friendly.

"Who are you?"

The girl asked in a voice hoarse from the smoke.

Was it someone from the organization, or someone who kidnapped her?

To kill her, or to save her?

Miyano Shiho has no hope for the people in the organization. In her eyes, those crow-like people in black are like nightmares that are difficult to get rid of. They are no different in essence from the other group of people who kidnapped her.

Here, she is alone.

The firelight gradually dimmed, and the cold winter night wind blew through the thin and tattered coat. The girl shivered and hugged her arms in despair.

A black umbrella was placed over her head.

Miyano Shiho was stunned and raised her eyes in surprise.

"Are you asking my name?"

Large flakes of gray snow, stained by the burning black smoke, flew up and fell on the lawn, the umbrella, and the squatting young man.

His black clothes blended into the night, and only at this moment did Miyano Shiho realize that the snowflakes disappeared between his eyelashes of the same color.

He seemed to smile, but the smile disappeared in an instant.

"Kimino Yuki—pronounced the same way as your name."

The first half of the sentence is pronounced in Japanese, and the second half switches back to English.

Halfway through listening, Shiho Miyano almost thought she had heard it wrong.

She didn't know how to write it exactly, but she memorized the pronunciation for a long time, and even now she can still clearly remember the tone of voice used when the other person said this.

After that, she moved to a new address. The fire in the villa that day was ruled to be a gas leak, the bodies of the people she had abducted were burned, and naturally no one would find out that they were actually killed by gunfire, and the exposed informants were also cleaned up - these were all heard by Shiho Miyano later.

Also, the person who brought her back to the base was codenamed "Vin Santo".

Miyano Shiho stayed there for many years and participated in several experiments at the institute while pursuing her doctorate, until she was summoned to Japan by her boss to continue her parents' unfinished drug development.

Shengjiu has always been a solitary person, and Sherry is not a very enthusiastic person. In fact, they have never contacted each other even once in all the time she has been in Japan.

Are you coming tomorrow?

Miyano Shiho looked down at the coffee in her hand, hesitated for a moment, and poured the no longer hot refreshing drink down the drain.