Chapter 95

Tokyo Base, underground torture chamber.

Furiya Rei is in a bad mood. He has wasted too much time and got no useful information.

He originally wanted to bring the traitor back to his base that day, but the "rescuer" who appeared at the alley entrance was not his original companion!

The sturdy man in black dragged the unconscious traitor into the trunk, still complaining: "I drove all the way and finally got here before you dealt with this guy... Hey Bourbon, can you give me a hand?"

Fūya Rei resisted the urge to drink a shot of vodka and stood aside without moving. He asked in a very cold manner, "Who sent you here?"

Vodka was stunned, and stood up subconsciously: "It's rum..."

He also wondered why Rum suddenly came to him, but since the code was correct, Vodka didn't care and just came over.

Wait, it looks like Bourbon doesn't know about this?

Rum.

Upon hearing this code name, Fūya Rei almost crushed his phone.

Although he had expected that Rum's trust in him was only false and superficial, he still couldn't avoid feeling a chill.

Why would Rum send someone to intercept him? The time and location were exactly right. Does that mean that all his actions were under surveillance?

His heart sank into the ice cave, and he heard Vodka's urging voice again: "Let's go, hurry back to the base."

Jyouya Rei closed his eyes, and when he opened them again, the emotion in his eyes was dark and unclear.

The traitor was taken back to the base's torture room, and ten days passed. During this time, neither Rum nor Gin appeared, but Furuya Reizu did not dare to relax.

The surveillance camera above his head was flashing red. He didn't know which eyes were behind it. The high-intensity interrogation was not only aimed at the traitor, but also at him.

"Mr. Saeki - is that right? You have no relatives, you were adopted by the organization as an orphan, you never went to school, you completed your first mission at the age of fourteen, and since then you have become a killer."

"I checked your bank card. Since the account was opened, huge amounts of money have been coming in and going out. The money is the reward for completing the task, but what about the money going out?"

"You are addicted to gambling. The last transfer three months ago directly drained your savings. Unfortunately, I also investigated where the remittance went. If I remember correctly, the company declared bankruptcy five days after you transferred the money."

"You are just an insignificant member of the organization. You have a gun and can kill people, but you don't know how to do business. You have no choice but to take a risk."

"It's hard to smuggle three million dollars in cash, right? There is someone helping you behind the scenes. This person knows that you defected from the organization but still protects you. Aren't you afraid of retaliation from the organization?"

A magnetic yet cold voice rang out in the torture room, with Bourbon's unique nonchalant tone. Layer by layer, all the secrets were exposed under the glaring incandescent light, and then some harmless tricks were used to gradually break the psychological defenses of the prisoner - this interrogation method encountered a hard nail.

Saeki was as unresponsive as if he were dead. He had not eaten a single grain of rice for ten days and was hanging on to his life by the ice water splashed on his face.

As if sensing Bourbon's extremely suppressed impatience, Saeki let out a dying beast's gurgling sound from his throat.

He grinned, revealing his sharp white teeth: "I want to see Gin."

——In the past ten days, every interrogation ended with this sentence.

As a traitor who could not escape death, Saeki had some obsession with Gin, which aggravated Furuya Rei's irritability.

It seemed as if something was beyond his control and he knew nothing about it.

The ominous premonition became reality after receiving a call from Gin.

Fūya Rei put away his phone, his blond hair casting a shadow under the light.

He walked up to the man, grabbed his head and smashed it against the wall. Listening to the man's scream, his purple-gray eyes showed the calm before the storm.

He would never give up until the last moment.

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The time goes back twenty minutes.

In the monitoring room, the young man with black hair and piercing eyes did not carry the guitar case, but instead a tightly wrapped wooden box.

Morobushi Jingguang originally wanted to deliver the mask to the research institute, but he received an order halfway to return to the base as quickly as possible, and he'd better bring the wooden box back first.

By the time he passed the verification and walked into the room, the person he least wanted to see was already standing inside.

Zhu Fu Jingguang's muscles tensed, "...what's the matter with calling me over, Ginjiu."

The silver-haired man in a black windbreaker glanced at him, and his eyes turned to disgust when he touched the wooden box in his hand: "That bastard is not with you?"

Zhu Fu Jingguang frowned, "Gin." He interrupted coldly, "If the person you want to ask is Vin, he has other things to do."

Gin sneered: "Just by staying with him for a few months, you have been tamed into an obedient dog?"

The undisguised sarcasm and malice in his tone were enough to make even the most mild-mannered and cowardly good-natured person turn pale, but Morofushi Jingguang just acquiesced to the statement without caring.

"If you need help finding him, I can help pass on the message."

Morofushi Kagemitsu originally said this to express his position, but it seemed to have hit the mark accidentally, and Gin's contemptuous look at him changed.

Gin smiled instead of getting angry and raised his hands: "You two, very good."

"Now, drop that rotten piece of wood in your hand and follow me."

If Scotch whisky had really become a dog wagging its tail at the feet of holy wine, he would have killed him today.

…

Furiya Rei heard the sound of the door lock opening with a click.

He was prepared, but his eyes widened in surprise when he saw the figure behind Gin.

Fortunately, he reacted quickly and pointed his finger at Gin, raising his eyebrows and aggressively questioning him: "We don't need extra people to hinder the interrogation. Gin, what do you want to do?"

The tall, long-haired man blocked most of the light. He sneered, "You're wasting so much time on a scumbag using interrogation methods?"

Morofushi Jingguang was as shocked as Furuya Rei when he entered the room, but he stood behind Gin, and his expression was almost hidden, so he would not be discovered. He exchanged a secretive look with Furuya Rei, and then looked away with his peripheral vision at the hung man.

The man seemed to be breathing more heavily than inhaling, and was dying, supported entirely by the chains on his arms. After hearing Bourbon's dissatisfied questioning, his lowered head moved.

Gin had no patience to continue arguing with Bourbon. In his eyes, the traitor was no different from a dead person. Bourbon's inefficient interrogation not only wasted his time, but also wasted a bullet to send the traitor to death.

He passed right past Bourbon, the sound of his rifle being cocked like a death knell.

Fūya Rei's pupils shrank: "Stop first, Gin!"

Before he could finish his words, the black muzzle of a gun was pressed against the traitor's skull.

At this moment, a desperate light suddenly flashed in the man's eyes.

"Gin, let me go..." His cracked vocal cords vibrated with a hoarse noise like a broken bellows, and his face was twisted madly, "In return, I will tell you all the secrets I know...!"

Gin narrowed his eyes slightly, but the gun in his hand did not move at all.

The sense of panic of the ominous omen reached its peak at this moment. Furutani Rei suddenly turned around and looked at Morofuku Keimitsu, whose brows were furrowed and eyes were blank.

He wanted to stop the man, but he was still a step too late.

Gin's warning and murderous look made him stand still, not because of fear, but because his sense of mission as an undercover agent forced him to stop.

...stay calm and don't let Gin become suspicious.

Fūya Rei warned himself in his heart, but his nails dug deep into his palms, almost cutting off a piece of flesh.

The traitor's rough and hoarse voice echoed in the interrogation room:

"Three years ago, Shengjiu gave me a mission. He asked me to kill a person, preferably one that was burned to ashes."

"That was a policeman who had no grudge against him. Gin, guess what I found before I took action?"

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totori.

Bermode had been waiting in the lobby of the nursing home for two hours.

As soon as she stepped into the courtyard, she was politely stopped on the first floor by a female doctor named Hoptz.

Vermouth instinctively resisted every brick and tile here. The sanatorium gave her an even more eerie feeling than the cold research institute.

From time to time, the crackling sound of burning pine wood could be heard in the red brick fireplace. She would rather stare at the dry wood ashes than communicate with the only two living people in the hall.

As a spy in disguise, Bermode would subconsciously observe the micro-expressions of a person when she saw him. During the few minutes when the female doctor stopped her to talk, there was nothing unusual in her facial expressions or small movements, but she still made a horrifying discovery - the time between each blink of the other party was a fixed 4 seconds.

This nursing home and the people within it are all terrifying once you take a closer look.

When the pine wood was almost burned out, Vermouth caught a glimpse of the female doctor opposite taking action.

The doctor turned and looked to the left. At the corner of the stairs, a figure was walking down the stairs slowly, holding the handrail.

"You have been on it for two hours and thirty-six minutes longer than before. Is there any trouble?"

The doctor's tone was calm, like a precise time machine, full of mechanical rigor and meticulousness.

Bermode's eyebrows twitched, and the strong sense of strangeness once again sounded the alarm.

She was certain that Dr. Hopz had not looked at any watch or other timepiece during his stay. As for a wall clock, there was none in the nursing home.

So how did she determine the time? Did she do mental arithmetic?

Bermode couldn't help but stand up and look at the corner of the stairs, trying to find an answer.

It's Vino.

This made her unconsciously breathe a sigh of relief.

The young man with white hair and red eyes was only wearing a thin turtleneck shirt, and he looked a little cold even in the room with a fireplace.

He heard the doctor's question, but answered irrelevantly: "The rose upstairs has withered, Freya, go to the greenhouse and pick a fresh one and send it up."

The female doctor bowed as if nothing had happened and said, "I'll do it right away."

After she left, Vermouth immediately walked up to the young man. Before she said anything, the cool breath from him made her feel a little less stuffy.

At this moment, she noticed that Shengjiu was holding a book in his hand.

The young man stood by the fireplace, and his profile was exquisite in every detail. He closed his eyelids, his eyelashes were about to move, and then slowly opened them, staring at the fire in the fireplace.

"Have you been waiting long?"

It took three or four seconds for Bermode to realize that he was talking to her.

"Not bad." She skipped the two hours of waiting, remembered the time mentioned by the female doctor, and frowned: "What happened up there, where is the gentleman?"

"Nothing, we just stayed a little longer because we were excited about the conversation."

"The gentleman is not in good spirits. He just went to bed ten minutes ago. Don't disturb him."

The young man threw the book into the fireplace. The flames instantly rose high, burning the pages to ashes. The hard cover lasted a little longer, and the words on the cover were soon blackened by smoke and difficult to recognize.

In the glowing firelight, he gave Bermode a small smile, but it was enough to startle people:

"Go back, Sharon."