Ming Ke: I'm exposing the truth in the winery, true and false

The people in the punishment room looked at each other. Even though no one spoke, everyone seemed to be saying through eye contact that Vermouth must be sick!

They have seen many people who have mental breakdowns and babbling nonsense after being punished, but the people next door who were also punished couldn't bear to hear it and started cursing.

After finally ending the physical punishment, he was subjected to mental torture before he could even rest for two minutes.

What he fears most now are angels, God, Yama and the like. The guy next door is still talking nonsense, cursing him to die early!

“Stop making noise,” the guard yelled at the person who was cursing next to him, then turned to look at Vermouth and said disdainfully, “Your angel is dead, Gah, dead~”

"You'd better behave yourself and think about how to explain to the Boss that you betrayed the organization. You are useful, but not much. There is a difference between dying and being dead. It depends on your choice."

The dark interrogation room was filled with the curses of both sides. Even though there were surveillance cameras watching their every word and action, the curses were still very dirty.

Then just then, footsteps were heard at the door.

The two members of the organization who were cursing happily just now fell silent in an instant, standing aside respectfully, as well-behaved and sensible as primary school students meeting their class teacher. They were completely different from the one who was grinning and glaring, and was about to pull their hair and whip their arms.

A middle-aged man in a suit and tie walked slowly over, followed by a man with lowered eyebrows and alert eyes, who looked like a butler or a bodyguard.

"Boss!"

When they saw the newcomer, everyone bowed their heads, looking humble and respectful, not daring to act rashly in the slightest.

Karasuma Renya waved his hand, signaling them to take the people next door with them.

The two members of the organization seemed to have escaped a disaster. They quickly covered the mouth of the person who had just cursed at the angel Vermouth and dragged him out of the interrogation room.

Karasuma Renya sat elegantly on the chair prepared by the butler, staring coldly at the scarred Vermouth.

The only sounds that could be heard in the entire interrogation room were breathing and heartbeats.

"Sharon, aren't the benefits the organization has brought you enough?" Karasuma Renya spoke softly, looking at the embarrassed Vermouth in front of him, as if he saw the embarrassed and somewhat scheming little girl decades ago.

He gave Vermouth everything she wanted, status, money, and a face that never ages. What else could she be dissatisfied with?

"Haha, in the organization I am like a rat hiding in the gutter. I can't even stand in the sun to make friends. I can't stand next to an angel and tell her that I am Sharon Wynyard."

"But as Vermouth, I am just an experiment of the organization. Inside this beautiful body, there is a corrupt soul trapped."

Vermouth looked at Karasuma Renya with hatred on her face. It was this man who dragged her into hell, like a rat in the gutter that could only secretly peek at a ray of warm sunlight.

Even so, that glimmer of light disappeared.

Vermouth knew her fate. Now that the boss had appeared, there was no way she would walk out of here alive.

He madly vented his dissatisfaction with the organization and the hatred in his heart towards Karasuma Renya.

Karasuma Renya began to struggle in her heart, she said it was too much, too much, I gave her so much, she was such an ungrateful person, even a dog would wag its tail, but she actually stared at me with such a scary look.

terrible!

die!

Must die!

He can't sleep well until Vermouth dies.

After the internal conflict ended, Karasuma Renya looked over with even colder eyes, and every word spoken in his gentle voice made people shudder.

"Vermouth, you volunteered to be a test subject. The organization gave you the opportunity to become the international superstar Sharon Wynyard. Otherwise, how could you, a third-rate actress with a little bit of looks and no background, stand out from the entertainment industry full of beauties?"

"You have received equal rewards for your efforts. Even after finding out that it was you who burned down the Miyano couple's laboratory and destroyed most of the data, they didn't punish you too much."

"It is ridiculous to use the resources of an organization to achieve personal success and then resent the organization for its cruelty."

"Didn't you know this when you first joined the organization?"

"Sharon, you disappoint me so much."

Vermouth's voice was hoarse, her eyes were bloodshot and she glared at Karasuma Renya with hatred, and a laugh like the sound of metallic friction came out of her throat.

“Ha, ha ha ha, ha ha ha, it’s me who is dissatisfied with the organization, and it’s me who has harmed the interests of the organization. If you want to take my life, then take my life. Why are you killing my angel?”

"She is so clean and pure, why kill her?"

Suddenly, Vermouth seemed to have thought of something and laughed crazily. Besides the boss in front of them, there was another person in the organization who could kill people without being noticed.

"Moscato! It was Moscato who killed my angel."

"Hahahaha, I should have thought of this earlier. Moscato, who is also a test subject, is actually willing to be shackled in a body that can never grow."

"Only he can hypnotize a large area and make people forget who the murderer is, hahahahaha..."

Karasuma Renya looked at the crazy Vermouth without changing his expression, but he was very panicked.

This woman must be crazy. She cannot be kept here, not even for a minute. She must die.

Otherwise I won’t be able to sleep well.

No, what will happen to the laboratory if she dies?

This body of mine won't last much longer. Ahhhhh, I don't want to die.

Send it to the lab!

Karasuma Renya ended the internal conflict and gave a look to the butler serving beside him.

When the butler received this look, he immediately understood what his master meant. A knife appeared in his hand, and he pressed down on Vermouth, who was imprisoned by chains, and cut the tendons of her hands and feet, and broke her limbs.

Seeing that Vermouth had lost the ability to move, Karasuma Renye stood up, holding the crutches with both hands, and said softly: "Moscato is a good boy, I will not forget his contribution to the organization, and you... Sharon, use your broken body to make a final contribution to the organization's drug research to make up for the sins you have committed over the years!"

Vermouth looked at the man leaving, as if it was the rainy night when she first met this man. He walked to her with a black umbrella and gave her his umbrella.

That gentle and elegant figure was buried in her heart.

Later, someone contacted her, and in order to get closer to him, she agreed without hesitation. For his body, she volunteered to be a test subject.

But the human experiment was so painful that she forgot that she had walked into the laboratory on her own initiative, and even forgot the man who gave her his umbrella.

She only had hatred. She hated the Miyano couple who used her as an experiment, and she hated the organization.

After she walked out of the lab, she frantically profited from the organization's resources, using this as compensation for her body to fill herself up.

Later, it became a habit.

She spread rumors in the organization that Vermouth was the boss's favorite woman, hoping to get closer to her in this way.

She was a little scared at first, but then when she found out that the man didn't show any reaction, she started to act recklessly, thinking that she had been deceived for so many years.

But one day, he came clean in front of the entire organization.

At that moment, I felt like a clown, all my disguises were torn off, revealing my dirtiest side.

Until I saw the angel, it was as if I saw the clean self I once was.

She wanted to protect her, protect her former self.

The figure in her sight was getting farther and farther away until it disappeared. The last words she heard before she lost consciousness were: "Send him to the laboratory, life or death."