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

Kenji Hagiwara's decisiveness really shocked Rei Furuya. He stared at the phone in shock at the end of the call, and the corners of his mouth twitched uncontrollably.

Hagiwara, is this how you become someone's best friend?

That's too much.

but--

Hagiwara is seriously protecting himself.

so good.

There was a smile in Rei Furuya's eyes.

Suddenly, his gaze stopped at the computer program that had been running. The smile on his face suddenly disappeared, and a hint of darkness flashed in his eyes.

"...This old man is a bit suspicious."

He tapped the keyboard lightly and stopped the surveillance page on the elderly gentleman who followed Gin out of the airport.

He stared at the old man, thoughtfully.

He took out the organization's contact phone, looked through the emails from that period, and his eyes fell on the message that Nob Creek had sent earlier.

——The headquarters has been very relaxed recently. I heard that the person is being hunted by police from various countries, and Rum has not asked about the organization's mission for a long time.

Rum hasn't asked about the organization's mission for a long time.

He thought that this man had been blamed for the traitor he had thrown over and was being held accountable by Mr. Karasuma.

Who knew it would emerge so soon.

It’s not easy for the old man to come here in the severe cold, so he should be kind enough to take the initiative to meet me.

Members of the organization, please don't hang around. The dessert club...

It’s better to grab the member with the highest fighting power and use him. I think Camu-kun won’t blame him. We are all the same person. What’s yours is mine!

He took out his cell phone and made a call, then softly said to the person on the other end, "Strawberry Daifuku, I need you."

It was very noisy over at Strawberry Daifuku, the rock music pounding through the phone and hurting one's ears. He shouted in a young and cheerful voice, "President, I need a friend."

Fūya Rei pondered for a moment and said sincerely, "I'll introduce you to a good friend, a big, light-golden, short-haired cat who's a bit fierce."

He said with a smile in his voice, "You'll like it."

"Okay, I'll be there soon."

Half an hour later, Strawberry Daifuku drove to the outside of the apartment.

Fūya Rei put on his coat, wrapped a scarf around his neck, opened the car door and got in.

"Trinity Church, 79 Broadway."

The black-haired man driving the car was very handsome, his face as sweet and innocent as if kissed by an angel. He asked in surprise, "Are you going to church?"

"Yes, I need God to forgive my sins." Furuya Rei said with a gentle and kind smile on his face.

"Excuse me, President, do you need me to bring a gun and threaten the priest?"

"..."

Rei Furuya: What you said, have I committed some unforgivable sin?

He was dressed in a white suit and coat, giving off a gentle and reserved vibe. As his purple-gray eyes gazed at Strawberry Daifuku, a hint of helplessness lingered, like a gray cloud streaking across the moonlight. "No, I just want to go and confess."

"...President, which personality are you?"

Strawberry Daifuku suddenly asked.

Fūya Rei raised an eyebrow and lowered his eyes. "The Agent, or Saint Stephen (Stephansdom)."

Strawberry Daifuku, or rather, Bai Buli's eyes flashed, Saint Stephen?

The first Catholic martyr?!

Through the rearview mirror, he could see the 'President's' mouth curved slightly, gentle and reserved, and his posture as he sat there was elegant and regal.

It is completely different from his previous willful, lively and sharp personality online.

He heard from Cheesecake that the president seemed to have personality disorder.

Tsk, I didn't expect him to see this.

He met the other person's mysterious eyes and silently looked away.

Sure enough, this kind of mysterious person is so difficult to deal with.

Moreover, his intuition was frantically reminding him that the blond man in the back seat of the car had the ability to kill him and was too dangerous.

He was driving to escort a company president, but he felt like he was walking on a landmine that could explode at any moment. He was so nervous that his eyes were bloodshot.

You know, he is the dessert club's armed force! !

After finally arriving at Trinity Church, he couldn't wait to jump out of the car, open the door, help the person out, and hand over a blind stick.

Fūya Rei shook his blind stick in confusion and looked at Bai Buri in confusion.

Bai Buli patted her expensive coat, laughed dryly, and said, "I see you're not feeling well. It would be easier to use a cane as a crutch."

As long as you don't ask him for help, everything will be fine!

He didn't know what was going on. The president looked weak and unable to take care of himself. It was more like he was seriously ill and looked like he could kill him with just one finger.

But every time he got close to the president, his instinct was to alarm him like crazy, the kind of alarm that would make him want to hit him with a hammer to make him stay away.

too frightening.

Fūya Rei glanced at his subordinates with a half-smile, and finally stood up straight with the help of his blind stick.

He stretched out his hand and said indulgently but helplessly, "You've given me your cane, so could you at least give me your sunglasses too?"

It is too conspicuous to hold a cane when one has normal eyesight.

Bai Buli fished out a pair of sunglasses from a box in the car and handed them over, asking curiously, "President, do you really believe in God?"

Rei Fōtani put on sunglasses and held a blind stick, perfectly cosplaying as a blind person.

He closed his eyes, tilted his head towards Bai Buli, and said softly: "If I must believe it--"

He waved his cane and walked slowly towards the church without opening his eyes.

"--At least, let me touch God with my hands, then I will believe."

Bai Buli: ...

There's nothing wrong with it. You can't see it when you close your eyes, so you can only touch it with your hands.

He looked at the president's back as he left, and the warning that had made his temples throb gradually disappeared.

"It's really... dangerous."

He wiped the cold sweat from his forehead, grabbed the gun, dagger and other weapons in his pocket, and flashed into the church before the president.

He had to explore the way first to avoid the presence of anything that could endanger the president's life.

The blond young man walked to the door and tilted his head slightly towards this side, then walked in lightly as if nothing had happened.

He walked around the space with the benches and entered the confessional booth with some awkwardness.

The priest in the confessional: “…”

The priest in black mass vestments subconsciously touched the silver cross around his neck, his dull eyes moved, and a sinister look spread across his kind and peaceful expression.

Why is Romani here?

Could it be that the detective saw through his tracks and sent Romani here to cause trouble?

This guy just came out of the lab.

I still have the energy to come to church!

The bald priest's face twitched, trying hard to maintain his kind and gentle face.

How did those two researchers brainwash the new personality to believe in the organization and be loyal to the organization? What was the result?

God replaces organization?!

At this moment, Romani's soft voice came from the small cubicle next to him.

“Forgive me.”

"Father."

Rum's expression instantly turned horrified.