Chapter 80

"Ha, there will be a day when you are called in and scolded like a dog, Bourbon."

As soon as I stepped into the door of the base, a word of "lucky" hit me in the face.

Fūya Ling's expression remained unchanged. He opened his eyelids and glanced to the side casually, with a false smile on his lips: "If that's the case, then what are you doing being detained here?"

"you!"

The woman with short brown hair and butterfly tattoos at the corners of her eyes was immediately ignited with anger. She stood up and glared at Furiya Rei. She gritted her teeth and said, "Anyway, you can't escape the punishment for failing the mission. Save it for your argument with Gin. Let's see if he will let you go this time!"

Furiya Rei did not comment, found a corner to sit down, and ignored Chianti.

Chianti has always had a bad temper. She has always hated Vermouth because of her former partner, and she also dislikes Bourbon who is close to Vermouth. If something goes wrong in this mission, she will definitely not miss the opportunity to add insult to injury.

Chianti looks like he will be punished. Has he already explained everything to Gin?

Fūya Rei's heart sank slightly. He carefully recalled the mission information he had handled. He was sure that there was nothing unusual. If the people carrying out the mission had not tampered with it, then which step had gone wrong?

He didn't have to wait too long, the door was soon opened again, this time from the side leading to the depths of the base.

Chianti had been waiting impatiently for a long time. When he saw Vodka coming in, he shouted rudely, "Hey, can I leave now?"

"This...Brother Gin didn't say anything, you should stay here." Before Chianti exploded again, Vodka quickly called Qiluogu Ling, "Bourbon, Brother is calling you."

Ignoring Chianti's indignant look, Furuya Rei followed Vodka and quietly walked into the dark corridor.

On the way, he tried to find out the reason why Gin called him over.

Vodka was not on guard against him, and after hearing what he heard, he thought that since Brother Gin was so powerful, it was normal for Bourbon to be worried about his situation, so he told him what he knew without thinking too much.

"That guy embezzled three million dollars from the organization's account. Chianti was going to deal with him in California, but he ended up finding the wrong person."

"Now we don't know where that gang has smuggled to. I guess they called you here just to make up for their mistake. They will dig them out even if they have to dig three feet underground."

Vodka sneered like Gin, which looked ridiculous on him. "Hmph, those who dare to betray the organization should be shot to death."

The blond-haired, dark-skinned undercover agent remained very calm and even nodded in agreement.

"However," Furiya Rei suddenly changed the subject, "Aren't you going to investigate the intelligence before the traitor's betrayal?" He found it strange when the mission was handed to him. It only said to track down the traitor's whereabouts, but did not mention a word about the previous cause.

Vodka's face looked as ugly as if he had swallowed a fly. He hesitated for a long time, and his pace became as slow as a snail's. In the end, the anti-fan mentality prevailed.

"He was just a sniper without a code name," he said in a vague voice, with a hint of gnashing teeth, "but before he escaped, he was working for Shengjiu."

"Once you get involved with the holy wine, you can't investigate further, you know that, right?"

His voice was so low that it was almost inaudible, but it exploded in Fūya Rei's ears.

The blond young man's expression paused for a moment, and then he quickly showed a slightly confused expression: "Wait a minute, Vodka, what are you talking about?"

Vodka slapped his forehead and suddenly realized: "Ah, I forgot, you only got the code name two years ago, right?"

In this way, compared with his shallow qualifications, Bourbon's usual performance is too mature. Vodka was shot while lying down, and silently complained in his heart, is this the difference in talent?

Furiya Rei smiled modestly, his drooping eyelashes hiding the emotions in his eyes, and his voice was normal: "So what you just mentioned was...?"

Bourbon's humble attitude towards learning greatly satisfied Vodka's vanity. Just when he was about to share the gossip he had found out, the door of the data room at the corner suddenly slammed open.

Vodka conditioned reflex stood at attention: "Big, big brother!"

The silver-haired man looked uneasy, holding his cell phone in his hand, as if he had just answered a call. He glared at Vodka as if warning him, turned away without mercy, and gave a cold command: "The stuff is inside, go in alone."

The person mentioned in the words is naturally not Vodka.

In a corner where no one could see, the slight smile on Fūya Rei's face disappeared without a trace.

--

“…That one.”

Looking at Shirley's gloomy expression, Kono Seiryo opened his mouth and rarely felt at a loss as to where to start.

When it comes to the "confinement room", it's the only place he spent a week in. At first he thought it was a punishment for failing the mission, but later he found that it didn't seem to be the case.

The organization wanted to rob a bank, but was beaten to it by another group of robbers halfway - this mission is a bit funny after being summarized. If someone else had done it, it would have become a joke circulating within the organization for a year.

Putting him in solitary confinement for a week for such a small matter would delay research progress, which cannot be simply measured by money. The gains and losses are clearly not equal.

At first, Seiryoshi Kono wondered if Gin was taking revenge on someone else.

The silence and lightlessness of the confinement room made it easy to confuse time, and the restraints on the body also reduced the control over the body to a critical value. The mental pressure accumulated more and more, and there was no place to vent, which was also a form of torture.

——But it has little to do with him.

The puppet in the monitor was still motionless, while in the system space he was watching a movie while holding a soft doll.

If it weren't for the occasional uninvited guests, he would have wanted to just hand over his body to someone else.

But how should he explain it to Shirley? And should he pay attention to the question of who leaked the information?

Kono Seira sighed and ruffled the girl's brown hair.

Shirley's eyes widened in surprise, it was so sudden that she stared blankly at the person approaching.

The height difference between them was such that they didn't need to squat to see each other at eye level. The girl's slightly longer hair covered her eyes, and in her blurred vision, the person in her eyes had not changed at all since the day they met.

"Don't think too much, some things are not what they seem."

The familiar voice seemed to be warm, and Miyano Shiho suddenly felt as if she had turned back into the little girl who had escaped from the fire exhausted.

She stared into the eyes of the person opposite her and spoke uncontrollably: "If what you see doesn't count, then what is real?"

Handing her an umbrella on a snowy night, walking towards her with other people's blood on his hands, and - curling up in a corner of a confinement room, punishing himself, but opening his lips to utter only silent questions.

Which scenes were witnessed by her own eyes, and which were fake?

The white-haired young man didn't expect her to ask a question so suddenly. His eyes sparkled, and he called her name again in a comforting tone: "Shiho?"

Not a code name.

Miyano Shiho suddenly came to her senses and realized her own mistake. "...I'll go get a cup of coffee."

The brown-haired girl in a white coat hurriedly left the office as if escaping. Gong Ye Shengliang stood there confused, not sure if he had said something wrong - but wasn't that a universal answer?

The light ball stretched out its hand tremblingly: [According to the data——]

Gongye Shengliang immediately refused: "I don't want to listen, don't say anything."

He leaned back in his office chair feeling exhausted. The rollers turned half a circle out of inertia and then slowly stopped.

He caught a glimpse of the messy draft papers on the table, sighed, and wanted to help Shirley clean them up. He stood up and was about to extend his hand, but his vision went dark. Fortunately, he grabbed the corner of the table in time and stood firm.

When the dizziness wore off, Gongye Shengliang realized belatedly that he had not eaten yet.

...I'm not hungry at all. I totally forgot about it.

"System, have you lowered my senses?" Gongye Shengliang was a little confused. This seemed to be different from the physiological knowledge he learned. "Is hunger also a pain?"

Light Ball: [This instance has not been adjusted yet... Ah, Contractor, your health bar.]

Gongye Shengliang didn't understand what was going on, so he looked in the direction indicated by the system.

Then I saw that my HP had dropped to the passing line without knowing when and was constantly struggling.

“…”

He was silent for a while, took a deep breath, and said, "Okay, I remember now."

It is this body itself that is about to be scrapped, and we cannot pass the blame on others.

At the time, I just thought it was convenient to leave this world when the mission was over, but the specific troubles were only known after using it. The endurance of taking three steps and breathing heavily, the senses that were sometimes good and sometimes bad, and the weak physique that often jumped out to show its presence... Oh, it would be great if I could change my body.

Just like changing the water for fish, or replacing parts for a machine, reinstalling a——

It took a while for Kono Seiryoshi to realize that he was actually thinking seriously about this plan, and he paused slightly.

...Why did he have such an idea just now?

--

After confirming that no one was present, Fūya Rei closed the door and saw a photo of the mission target with a red cross above his head on the workbench in the data room.

He picked up the document next to the photo and frowned after reading just two lines - the traitor who stole the organization's funds chose Japan as his destination for smuggling?

He wanted to continue reading, but the content on it was interrupted without any clear meaning. Furuya Rei understood that the rest of the content was his job.

With this in mind, there is no rush to gather intelligence.

The data room looked seldom used. The windows were tightly sealed and a thin layer of dust accumulated on the unopened files on the bookshelves on the wall. In the whole room, there was a computer screen that stood out so cleanly on one side.

The room was dark without lights on, and the image on the screen was also pitch black, with only bright red numbers flickering in the upper right corner.

Furutani Rei walked over and reached out to test the temperature of the motherboard. It was about five degrees higher than the body's surface temperature, which meant that it had been used for quite some time.

He thought the image was paused until he got closer and caught a faint sound.

Reacting very quickly, Fūya Rei suddenly lowered his head and looked at the screen.

…So the time above follows the picture?

Once noticed, the extremely regular sound of dripping water coming from the screen seemed to be amplified several times by the darkness, as if it fell from a great height, hit the smooth cliff, and was absorbed by the sponge.

Rei Furuya tried to adjust the progress bar and found that this solid darkness occupied most of the video length, with only a fleeting flash of light at the end, and the total length was... sixteen hours.

Maybe there was some other information in the darkness, otherwise it wouldn't be played here meaninglessly, but he didn't have enough time now, so he just scrolled to the end.

The screen suddenly lit up, and the entire space was exposed to the dazzling light without any escape.

What came into view was a deliberately twisted and cramped secret room that made one feel irritated at the mere sight of it. A man in a black windbreaker and long silver hair appeared in the picture.

It was Gin, whom he had just met.

The picture was clear enough that one could even see the murderous sneer on the man's lips. His right hand was in his pocket, and his left hand was pressing a switch as he walked forward slowly.

The source of the dripping sound is also revealed. An antique metal container is hung high above the head, with a modern timing device installed on it. The interval, temperature, and amount of each drop of water can be precisely controlled.

Being able to obtain a large amount of information at first glance and make judgments as quickly as possible is an ability that a well-trained undercover agent should possess.

However, Rei Furuya has been unable to reach a final conclusion.

In other words, something was bothering him and he couldn't suppress it with reason.

The white light from the screen reflected on the cold lines of his jaw, revealing a kind of tragic lack of warmth.

In addition to Gin, there is another person inside.

Somehow, the man raised his head, revealing his blindfolded face.

There was no support under the head, and the slender neck was lifted up, helplessly leaning back. Water droplets fell from the soaked hair, and it looked like a white bird with its neck slaughtered.