Ming Ke: Everyone at the same time thought I was a poor little thing

Furiya Ling walked to the bed, put on headphones, and answered the phone. He carefully held the strawberry daifuku and ate it while mumbling, "Sister Chris."

There was a moment of silence on the other side, and then a woman's joyful and happy voice came out, gentle as water, and inexplicably kind: "It's Mr. Detective, it's been a long time."

Furiya Rei was chewing on a daifuku (a type of food) while casually scrolling through various news feeds. His gaze fixed for a moment on a photo of an FBI dispatch posted by a passerby. His purplish-gray eyes widened, as if he had noticed something. He angrily declared, "You really are trying to use the detective to divert the FBI's attention. I'm pissed!"

Vermouth couldn't help laughing, knowing that she couldn't hide it from the detective.

She opened her mouth, but before she could say anything, the detective continued, "Are you at the Michelin restaurant next to the hotel? Don't leave yet. I want to have their best dessert."

"In exchange, the FBI handed it over to me."

"I'll be leaving right away."

After the call was hung up, Vermouth, who only had time to say a greeting before being unable to interrupt, moved her red lips. After a while, she exclaimed: "Detective——"

She sat on a chair, shaking the red wine in her hand, her long golden hair draped behind her, and every move she made was full of charm.

Her lake-like eyes were filled with layers of green waves, and she couldn't help licking her lips.

Even though she knew that behind the childish pure white detective were Tennessee, who seemed like the abyss condensed into a human form, and Bourbon, who was scheming and had strange and mysterious behavior, she could not suppress her affection for the detective.

Even... blasphemy.

The detective's intelligence is so astonishing, his mind is like that of a god.

Blasphemy will always be the highest taboo for mankind.

She couldn't resist such temptation.

Vermouth, who felt inexplicably thirsty, drank the Camus brandy in the glass in one gulp, called the waiter, asked him to prepare a table of desserts, and waited patiently for the detective to come.

In the safe house, after eating the strawberry daifuku, Rei Furiya took care of himself and went out.

The moment he stepped out of the room, his eyes immediately fell on a silver-white car in the distant corner.

[FBI open the door!]

Fūya Rei's face suddenly sank, and the hand holding the coffee jelly clenched into a fist.

FBI

He focused his eyes and looked at the car seriously again.

[A long-haired, beautiful agent who wants to call you Anada. You know who this is, right?]

A sudden sensation went dark before Jōgō Rei's eyes, and he almost fell to the ground.

There are too many elements in this note, and they all hit his sore spots.

Not to mention breaking through the limitations of his personality, even if he died he would come back to life and cause trouble for the FBI.

"Akai Shuichi--" Furuya Rei said silently with a vicious look on his face.

It was as if he wanted to chew the name between his teeth and grind it into dregs.

Just as he was about to go and pick a fight with great momentum, his eyes fixed on a certain place and his steps stopped.

Tsk, the organization has sent hounds, we can’t cause trouble.

Good deal for you, FBI.

He hesitated for a moment, then walked deeper into the alley helplessly.

At the back of the spacious alley, Furuya Rei quickly stopped, his clear and sharp eyes piercing the man leaning against the corner smoking, and he slowly said:

"Calvados."

Tall gray-white stone pillars support layers of dazzling glass houses, which are brightly lit and crystal clear even during the day.

Calvados, who was leaning against a stone pillar, raised his head and exhaled a puff of smoke, blurring his playful smile.

"Amuro-kun, long time no see, how have you been lately?"

He even deliberately glanced behind Furuya Rei and asked with a gloating look, "Why isn't Tennessee Whiskey following you?"

I heard that Tennessee is in big trouble in the United States. There is no one to protect the canary. Don't let others pick it away.

Fūya Ling tilted his head and smiled, stuffing the coffee jelly into his mouth. He puffed his cheeks and ate while casually saying, "You won't see Tennessee. If you do meet him, he'll drag you into the water."

Calvados, who was well-versed in the various rumors about Tennessee, remained silent. When he was about to say something, he saw a blond, dark-skinned young man who looked even smaller in his detective uniform glance at him lazily. His eyes were clearly very penetrating yet extremely sharp.

It was a look that looked at an alien, and it was creepy.

Calvados, who was relaxed just now, couldn't help but stiffen his body, his hand on the gun, and even his posture was in an offensive state.

He actually entered a state of stress in an instant.

When Calvados met Amuro Toru's purple-gray eyes, his heart skipped a beat. A terrifying sense of crisis surged into his heart, and every pore in his body screamed danger.

The panic and fear of being seen through and threatened made him terrified, and he couldn't help but want to pull the trigger and eliminate the source of the threat.

"Tsk, useless spare tire."

The detective poked the empty box in his hand childishly, yawned, and lazily looked away.

Calvados felt relieved, his tense nerves finally relaxed. He took a step back, and in a trance he had the illusion of returning to the human world.

The feeling of being watched by a god was shocking and terrifying.

When the wind blew over, Calvados realized that his back was soaked with cold sweat.

The last time we met, Canary wasn't in this dangerous state.

Could it be that he was tortured to death in the research institute?

A madman has no normal logic or reason, and his actions are unpredictable, so he'd better be honest.

Calvados didn't dare say anything more. He took out a tube of injection from his arms and handed it over.

"This is given to you by the laboratory to stabilize your physical condition."

There was a hint of sarcasm in the depths of Fūya Rei's eyes. What's this for stabilizing the body? This is clearly for maintaining the brainwashing state!

But Furuya Rei couldn't refuse. He didn't have to live in the laboratory, and there would always be some price to pay.

It’s not like he’s going to die anyway.

He took the injection indifferently, opened the lid with his dark-skinned hand, and stabbed it into his neck quickly and accurately, pushing the medicine in without any hesitation.

The potion took effect very quickly, and Jōguchi Ling's still clear mind was soon turned into a mess.

It was messy and dull and painful.

All my thoughts were turned upside down, all my memories were blurred, and when I tried to think about them, there were large blanks.

"Mr. Amuro..."

Calvados's voice rang vaguely in his ears.

Fūya Rei leaned against the wall with his head down, his golden hair covering his eyes and half of his face, making it impossible to see his expression.

He bit his lips tightly to resist the pain and prevent himself from screaming.

The unhealthy body looks even weaker, and the thin frame is shaky, like a lonely boat drifting in the wind and rain, which may be overturned by the waves at any time.

Calvados was startled when he noticed the occasional muffled groans escaping from between his lips and teeth, and hurried forward.

"Mr. Amuro——"

Perhaps the aura that Fūya Rei just displayed was too dangerous, Calvados did not dare to be perfunctory and walked forward patiently to check on his condition.