Chapter 75

The sound of running water is heard.

Furuya Rei lowered his head and rubbed his hands back and forth. Only by doing this mechanical and repetitive movement could he calm his chaotic and agitated mind.

He spent a long time in the soundproof bathroom, trying to clean the sticky chemical ointment on his fingers. But even when the skin on his fingertips was wrinkled by the cold water, the fingertips still seemed to retain the warmth of another person.

…

Furukaya Rei reached out and turned off the faucet.

After the water stopped flowing, his left hand was still on the metal switch, with the back of his hand exerting so much force that veins appeared.

Just before he locked himself in the bathroom as if escaping from the battlefield, the blond undercover agent made an action so bold that it could even be defined as reckless.

He wiped away the mole on the tip of Shengjiu's nose with his hand.

Whiskey Sour was not a strong drink at all, but the Holy Wine made him so drunk that he was almost at the mercy of others, except that his subconscious mind was constantly avoiding his problems.

She didn't say a word even though she was hurt, only her tears silently soaked the pillow as if the lock could not be closed. Her eyelashes drooped meekly, and she couldn't warm up the wet half of her face no matter how hard she tried.

The dark-colored fingers were placed on the chin, and moved slowly inch by inch from the side of the ear to the tip of the nose. Suddenly, the fingers exerted force and wiped off the mole.

It seemed as if something had been twisted - Feng Guliu was shocked to realize that until this moment, the human body was still at the temperature it should be.

He retracted his hand as if he had been electrocuted and hurriedly fled the bedroom.

A real fake would not be broken so easily, but for some reason, the holy wine only made a disguise on the face.

Furiya Ling can't help but want to know the truth - is the person under disguise the one he knows?

He clenched his fists, his nails digging deep into the flesh, and the pain forced him back to his senses.

——This is not an answer that can be obtained by interrogation alone, and the resistance of the holy wine just now also illustrates this point.

——Bermode is likely still outside, and he needs to restore his disguise to its original state before being discovered.

Fūya Rei let out a deep breath of cold air and looked at the man in the mirror.

After a while, he suddenly moved.

He reached out and untied his bow tie, then unbuttoned the two buttons on his collar. His blond hair was pushed back from his forehead, and his shirt was wet and wrinkled.

As for the rest…

Furiya Rei lowered his eyes and thought sarcastically that anyone who saw his eyes now would understand that this was a man who was walking on the edge of reason and desire and could not get what he wanted.

After getting dressed, he left the bathroom. Before taking the door card, he paused and somehow returned to the bedroom.

It was already late at night, and even the busiest city could enjoy peace. The moonlight coming in through the French windows quietly fell on someone's face, and the ends of his slender eyes were still stained with tears.

"……Feel sorry."

Separated by an invisible barrier, Fūya Rei didn't dare to come closer, and the sound that sounded like a sigh disappeared into the air.

"I didn't mean to make you cry."

He whispered to the sleeping man:

"Wait until I come back."

--

On the way from the hotel room to the elevator, a woman in a bartender's uniform was sitting leisurely on the terrace enjoying the breeze.

She did not change her clothes. The uniform, which would have been a bit too big and tacky for a woman, was slightly rolled and folded, and became a chic and sexy fashion item on her.

Bermode was holding a cigarette in his mouth. When he noticed someone approaching, he calmly flicked open his lighter.

She didn't seem surprised by the blond man's appearance. She glanced at Furuya Rei and said in an indistinct tone, "You're pretty quick."

Furuya Rei subtly sensed a hint of ridicule.

He froze for a moment, then slowly forced a smile, his tone long and meaningful: "I came out to buy something."

Vermode did not comment on his reasoning. She raised her hand to push down her long hair that was messed up by the night wind, looked at Furuya Rei, and chuckled, "It seems that Holy Wine trusts you more than I thought."

Furiya Reito was alert. He suppressed the surging emotions in his heart and said in the calmest tone: "Are you talking about the failed mission? Did you overlook something? Lei was also present at the time and was not punished either."

His answer was evasive and truthful.

Before the reunion at the bar today, Rei Furutani really didn't know and didn't understand where Vermouth's statement that "the Holy Wine favors Bourbon" came from.

He was trying to get some information out of Bermode.

"Ley?"

Bermode read out the code name and chuckled, the slender lady's cigarette between his fingers wafting smoke. "But he was transferred, wasn't he?"

"Not many people have been on missions with Shengjiu, and not many have been able to get so close to him without being pointed at by a gun. Let me think... the last time I saw him in such a crowded place was probably about ten years ago."

She seemed to recall something and showed some nostalgia, so she didn't notice the astonishment and disbelief that flashed across Bourbon's eyes after she said "ten years ago".

Vermode came back to her senses from her past memories. She didn't want to discuss this with Bourbon, so she changed the subject: "Anyway, I'll give you a piece of advice. Don't let down the trust of the Holy Wine."

"The consequences would be dire for both sides."

The woman left as silently as she had come, but her meaningful words before she left still echoed in my ears.

Fūya Rei stood alone in the night wind, his clothes soaked by the cold air, and he slowly moved his feet.

He dialed the secret phone number for contacting the police and said in a low voice, "It's me."

"Yes, bring me some stuff I might need for disguise."

He took a deep breath, his voice stiff, "...Please pass on Commander Kuroda, I need to check something."

--

at the same time.

In the file room of the Metropolitan Police Department, a rookie policeman with bruises on his face yawned loudly, having stayed up all night reviewing the surveillance footage of a fight in an underground casino.

The computer screen was glowing dimly. In the filing room, which was empty except for him, there were suddenly two knocks on the side of the table.

The newcomer was so frightened that he wanted to scream "There's a ghost!" but he swallowed the scream back into his throat after seeing the expressionless handsome face of Jinpei Matsuda.

He grabbed his head and smiled awkwardly. When he saw the steaming coffee in the other person's hand, his eyes lit up and he saluted with emotion: "Thank you, Mr. Matsuda! I will work harder!"

"Oh, then let's watch the remaining three days of surveillance as well."

Ignoring the newcomer's momentary dejected expression, Matsuda Jinpei glanced at the videotape on the table and his eyes rested on the computer screen.

He didn't say anything, but his cold face still gave off a strong sense of oppression. With him supervising, the newcomers were trembling with fear and didn't even dare to press the fast-forward button.

During the time when I was a newcomer to the Investigation Section, I heard other seniors mention a piece of gossip, that is, Jinpei Matsuda was very sensitive to cases involving casinos. Even if he was not in charge, he would make time to track surveillance and case progress. Now it seems to be true.

Could it be that Mr. Matsuda was cheated by the casino?

The newcomer was amused by his own dry humor.

They watched like this for more than 20 minutes. When they were about to change the tape, the newcomer, who had become numb from watching the surveillance, suddenly heard a voice: "Pause."

He had known Jinpei Matsuda for some time, but he had never heard him give orders in such a cold voice. He was stunned for two seconds without being able to react.

In just two seconds, Matsuda Jinpei grabbed the mouse, quickly stepped back and pressed the pause button.

An hour before the incident, a hooded man casually looked up in the direction of the camera.

[“I met that guy in the casino.”]

The bomber, tortured to the point of collapse by his own fear, covered his head nervously and stared straight at the iron and copper wall in front of him.

[“Kidnapping is for ransom. I’m short of money. I need a lot of money. I don’t know where the man got the information from. He knew I could make bombs. He wanted to bribe me with money at first, but the money was too little, so I didn’t agree.”]

[“Then… he told me that he was from an organization and that I couldn’t afford the price of disobeying the organization…”]

His eyes widened, bloodshot eyes almost falling out of their sockets, and he suddenly yelled at the top of his lungs:

[“Don’t go to that organization! I beg you! Don’t go!!”]

The blue light from the screen was reflected on Matsuda Jinpei's face. The police officer's handsome features were cold and resolute.

It's too late.

There was no turning back.

--

After a night full of worries, morning finally arrived.

Even though he was knocked out by a glass of whiskey sour, Seiji Kono's biological clock was still functioning normally.

At eight o'clock in the morning, he slowly opened his eyes, knowing nothing about the turbulent events of the previous night, and inexplicably felt a little sad.

Kono Seiryoshi rubbed his eyes as he recalled the past slowly.

Yesterday he listened to the system's advice and drank the wine in one gulp. He had no idea what happened next. Judging from the environment, it was neither his home nor the base. Did Zero send him to the hotel?

The light ball, which had eaten melons all night, sighed: [Do you remember what you did last night?]

Kono Seiryoshi uttered a short "ah", stopped what he was doing, and looked confused: "Did I wake up last night?" It was a confusion without any falsehood.

Didn't he sleep till dawn after getting drunk? But his sleep was not very restful, as if he had a nightmare of being paralyzed by a ghost, and it felt like something was pressing on him and he couldn't breathe.

[…Contractor.]

The light ball said in a complicated tone: [So you are the scumbag who gets drunk and has sex.]

Seira Kono: "???"

How can the system defame people's innocence out of thin air?

Before he could argue with the system, there was movement from the other side of the room.

There were three knocks on the door, neither loud nor soft.

"Is it the hotel that's delivering breakfast?" He was a little confused. It was a little too early.

Kono Seiryoshi first checked that there was no problem with the disguise before carefully opening the system map.

After seeing the name marked on the light spot of the visitor outside the door, he froze in place, and for a moment he thought his eyes were blurry again.

At the same moment, the cell phone that accidentally rolled onto the carpet last night began to vibrate.

The text message came at the same time as the sound of the doorknob turning.

"I'll pick you up."

Signed, Scotch.