Chapter 77
“…”
Morofushi Kagemitsu remained silent for even longer.
He even began to suspect that what happened tonight was actually a dream. He wanted to ask, "Does Vermode have to watch over you all night?", but he held back before the words came out of his mouth.
He felt that if he continued with this topic, the content would only become more terrifying, so he racked his brains to come up with a reply: "Is that so... um, be careful... By the way - Zero, why did you call me out of the blue?"
Overwhelmed by the overwhelming amount of information, Morofushi Keimitsu almost forgot to ask Furuya Rei the purpose of the call.
This time it was Furuya Rei's turn to remain silent. When he spoke again, he hesitated a bit, which was unusual for him. "I just learned something about the past... Sorry, Hiro, let's talk about this next time we meet."
The reason for saying this is either that the content is too complicated to explain over the phone, or it involves the secret of their identities, or both.
"I understand." Zhu Fu Jingguang paused, but couldn't help but said, "Anyway, be careful."
He had heard of the name of Bermode, a clever and cruel killer and spy, who was said to be deeply loved by that gentleman.
First there was the unknown holy wine, and then there came the mystic Belmode, whose position in the organization is not ordinary...
It's really hard to be caught between these two people.
——Wait, Shengjiu and Zero had a conflict over a previous mission. Could it be that Vermode was just a cover, and the truth is that Shengjiu was pretending to be drunk to test Zero?!
The more Morobushi Jingguang thought about it, the more it seemed possible. The codenamed members of the organization were all ruthless antisocial personalities. How could they get drunk and lose consciousness in front of other people without any precautions?
As soon as this thought came to his mind, Zhu Fu Jingguang's heart was shocked, and he asked anxiously: "Zero, are you sure that Shengjiu is not pretending to be drunk? There are too many doubts. I don't think this matter is that simple."
"……Um?"
Fūya Rei, who was walking back to his hotel room, was slightly stunned.
He could sense the genuine concern and anxiety in the childish voice on the phone. He was in a delicate mood and didn't know how to answer - he couldn't truthfully say that he forced the person to wake up and answer questions and made the other person cry.
"No problem, I checked it out."
Furuya Rei skipped the inspection process, thought for a moment, and said tactfully: "Hiro, are you too devoted to the mission and thinking too much?"
Thinking too much·Morobushi Kagemitsu: "..."
No, I think you don't think enough.
The two of them exchanged a few more sentences, and after the call ended, regardless of how complicated Morobushi Kagemitsu's mood was, the depression that had accumulated in Fūya Rei's heart was indeed lessened a bit.
The public security department was very efficient, especially the Security Planning Office where he worked. After receiving the call, they immediately made emergency arrangements for his needs.
About half an hour after the contact with the police ended, Furiya Rei waited for the police's informant at the location agreed upon in advance, a secret alley where no surveillance was installed.
He thanked him, glanced casually at the disguise tools, and focused all his attention on the sealed documents that were delivered at the same time.
In terms of confidentiality, paper documents are better than electronic versions.
The informant whispered, "Do you want to take the documents back?"
The document was very short, and Fūya Rei quickly skimmed through the information, pausing for a few seconds on the word "none" in the relative relationship column.
He turned to the next page, and his eyes suddenly froze, and his whole body froze in place.
The informant did not get an answer for a long time, so he repeated the question. He did not have the authority to view the file, and did not know the specific content inside. He could only look at the blond undercover officer in confusion.
In the dim light of the street lamp, the latter's handsome face was covered with a layer of frost. After the anger in his eyes faded, the corners of his lips were curled into a straight line.
The blond young man handed the document back and shook his head slowly.
The informant quickly put it away and caught a glimpse of the key words marked on it - "Nishikawa", "explosion", "factory", and "case closed".
The contact time was only a few minutes, and the informant had no time to think. He took the message from Manager Kuroda and left in a hurry.
The disguise tools are small in size and can be hidden in a coat without being discovered by others.
Furutani Rei pressed the elevator button again and went upstairs. His frozen heartbeat slowly recovered.
If his guess was shaken for a moment after hearing the information revealed by Bermode, the information obtained from the public security department undoubtedly overturned this shake.
There is just one thing that Rei Furuya finds hard to understand - he and Jingguang infiltrating the organization was part of the police plan, so why is Yuki here?
It would be great if he was also an undercover agent of the police. At least that would mean he was not alone in this dark and shaky situation.
The red numbers in the elevator kept changing. Fūya Rei closed his eyes and sighed in his heart.
——But he knew the possibility was low.
When the elevator door opened, he subconsciously called Yu Xunran and wanted to tell Jingguang about this, but changed his mind halfway.
The risk of making a phone call is still too great. It is better to remain ignorant before obtaining crucial evidence.
After calming down, Rei Furutani quietly opened the door to the room, his heartbeat quickening.
As he approached the bedroom, he caught a glimpse of a faint breath.
The past that was forced to be separated, the constant calculations with the members of the organization, the tasks that were pretended to be real in order to conceal the identity - these shadows that were like a thorn in the bone and could not be shaken off, were miraculously calmed down at this moment.
Furutani Rei didn't turn on the lights. In the darkness, no one could see whether he was crying or laughing, sad or happy.
The blond young man leaned against the door with a gentle look in his eyes and said silently, "I'm back."
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As soon as the phone rang for the first time, the owner of the phone suddenly opened his eyes and rejected the call with a wave of his hand.
The first thing Fūya Rei did was to look to the side and see that the person next to him was not woken up. He breathed a sigh of relief and then looked at his phone which was set to silent mode.
The code name "GIN" doesn't match the sun at six in the morning.
Fūya Ling frowned, quietly left the bedroom, locked the bathroom door, turned around, and asked directly without waiting for the other person to speak, "What do you want from me?"
The tone wasn't great, but then again, the tone of anyone being woken up early in the morning wouldn't be great.
Gin was in the same bad mood as him, and there was anger in his voice: "Are you responsible for the intelligence of the Chianti mission?"
"That's right." Furuya Rei answered straightforwardly. The mission was to eliminate the termites in the organization. He did not do anything tricky, so he was not panicked when asked by Gin.
As he spoke, he suddenly thought of something, "Failed?"
"...one escaped."
Gin said gloomily, "The woman in Chianti suspects that there is something wrong with your intelligence."
If anyone else had doubts, Furuya Rei would probably panic symbolically.
"Really? Why do I feel like she's taking action early again?"
Gin didn't answer, as if he agreed.
Furiya Rei laughed, but that laugh sounded sarcastic. "As far as I know, this is the third time, right?"
He said in a cold tone, "Once or twice is fine, but to this extent... aren't there too many coincidences?"
Gin found work for him early in the morning, and he didn't mind giving Gin a little trouble.
"That's enough." Gin heard his hint and his voice became colder and harder: "I don't care what grudges you have, just solve this matter for me."
He changed the subject: "Bourbon, where are you?"
Fūya Rei's breathing paused for a moment. The hotel surveillance camera captured his figure. Besides, this piece of land was originally one of the organization's industries, so lying would only have negative effects.
He managed to say the name of the hotel.
He didn't know if it was an illusion, but he seemed to hear Gin sneer from the other end of the phone.
"Return to base within fifteen minutes."
The call was hung up, and Fūya Rei looked towards the bedroom with his brows furrowed even deeper.
Worried, he sent a text message to Zhu Fu Jingguang, asking him to locate the location and take care of the holy wine for him, and noted the room number and spare room card.
the other side.
Morofushi Jingguang, who was awakened by a nightmare, saw the text message and fell into deep silence.
In his dream, a blond-haired, dark-skinned young man hugged a faceless person and said to him apologetically, "Hiro, I finally figured it out. There is no future in being a policeman. The organization is more suitable for me."
"My lover is this organization."
"I don't want to be a police officer anymore, Hiro!"
…
Zhu Fu Jingguang, who wanted to comfort himself by saying "dreams are the opposite of what they actually are", began to tremble slightly in the hand holding the phone.