The Buddhist way of life of Ke Xue Le Zi

Morofushi Keimitsu met Amuro Toru who arrived earlier in the cafe. The blond man had a good eye for choosing shops. The location of this shop was not very conspicuous, but the decoration was warm and the air was filled with the mellow aroma of coffee, which could easily make people relax their tense nerves.

But unfortunately, the two customers in the store were not paying attention to this. They were only concerned with the things in their hands and did not pay any attention to the environment carefully arranged by the clerk.

While waiting for Morobushi Keimitsu, Toru Amuro was not idle. In front of him was a half-drunk cup of coffee. The white porcelain coffee cup was against a corner of the paper on the table, and the mist blurred the ink-colored handwriting.

This is a handwritten memo.

Jameson Bryan has had this habit since he was a teenager. He always carries with him the memo given to him by his deceased mother. This memo has been around for a few years and contains a lot of scattered records of things, including but not limited to everything they want to know and have not yet touched upon.

But the most important point for them is the content about the organization.

After sitting down, Zhu Fu Jingguang ordered a cup of coffee recommended by the waitress. Amuro Toru, who was sitting opposite him, pushed the memo in his hand over to him, motioning for him to read the contents on it.

The man pointed at the slightly sloppy handwriting on the slightly yellowed paper. It was obviously the content that was casually written down by the owner in his busy schedule. Perhaps Jameson Brian did not expect that no one else would see the contents of this memorandum besides himself, so some of the words and sentences on it were not obscure.

For some people with ulterior motives and abilities, these few words are enough to infer the general development of a matter.

Toru Amuro briefly told Keimitsu Morifushi his guess. His expression was slightly serious, and the knuckles of his right hand pressed against his lips, hiding the downward curve of the corner of his mouth.

"Are you saying that Rum is trying to win over other forces behind the organization's back?" Zhu Fujing's eyes flickered. He looked at the words on the memo and thought, "You want to hand this in and then take the opportunity to seize power from Rum?"

Rum is indeed old and confused, and the results of his recent missions and actions have not been satisfactory, but his foundation is there after all, and it cannot be easily shaken.

Zhu Fujingguang was worried that the memorandum would not have the expected effect, and Rum might secretly take retaliatory actions against them.

It's no big deal that he's under Ricardo's command, but Toru Amuro is a codename member directly under Rum, and the nature of the relationship is completely different.

But at the same time, if Toru Amuro can replace Rum, he will have access to more secrets of the organization and can destroy this cancer sooner.

"Let me think about it." Zhu Fujingguang lowered his eyes and flipped through the memo. The sound of turning pages could be clearly heard in the small coffee shop.

The waitress brought the prepared coffee to their table and gave them some cookies. The blond man looked up and thanked them with a smile. The young clerk was dazzled by his handsome smile, blushed, took a step back and said you're welcome.

But this step she took directly hit the small cart behind her, and the transparent kettle placed casually on the edge of the cart was knocked askew, and the remaining tea inside fell straight to the other side of the seat.

Zhu Fujingguang caught the kettle with quick eyes and hands, but in the process, the memo under his hand was deflected and fell to the floor with a plop.

Fortunately, not much tea was spilled, only a few water marks were left. The waitress apologized anxiously, cleaned up the table, then pushed the cart away with a blushing face.

"Are you okay?" asked Toru Amuro.

"It's okay." Zhu Fu Jingguang bent down to pick up the memo on the ground.

Because of the action just now, the page he was looking at was no longer the one he was originally reading, but the handwriting that was farther back and older. Zhu Fu Jingguang glanced at it casually, but this glance made his pupils shrink suddenly.

The cat-eyed man's movements suddenly stopped, like a robot that suddenly malfunctioned, affected by unexpected variables and unable to be controlled freely.

Zhu Fu Jingguang's fingertips have already touched the paper. The paper surface, which has become increasingly rough due to the passage of time, displays traces left in the past, and the discolored ink marks outline a few short words that do not form a sentence.

Angus, Annexation, Madam, Death.