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

After Fūya Rei opened the door and got in, the taxi slowly drove away along with the flow of traffic.

The driver was a young man wearing a black suit and a bow tie. He had long brown hair, which was braided into a long braid and rested on his right shoulder. When he smiled, there were two dimples on his cheeks, which made him look sweet and soft. He looked like a young college student who was not very worldly-wise.

After the car circled around again and again and made sure that no one was following, the dimpled young man looked through the rearview mirror and his eyes fell on the box next to Fūya Zero.

His breathing quickened, and he asked in a deep voice, "Is this the virus sample?"

When Rei Furuya heard the calm and capable voice of Officer Miyamura coupled with the sweet and soft disguised face, he felt a strong sense of incongruity.

To protect his eyes from the pain, he folded his cane and put it aside. His vision returned to a blank, empty space before he said with a hint of pride, "Yes, Instructor. Besides the virus sample and information, I also got the antidote."

"Very good, Furuya, you completed the mission surprisingly well." Officer Miyamura was very satisfied, but then asked worriedly, "How did you get it? Will the organization suspect you?"

Furuya Rei didn't answer, but said softly: "I'll take care of it."

The police will definitely be suspicious when so many people are infected with the virus and yet they get the effective medicine in a very short time.

This was something that Anouk painstakingly researched to make a profit. If anyone could solve it, Anouk would not have been so valued by his predecessors.

Xiao Zhibao's behavior could not be hidden from the scheming people in the organization. With a little thought, they knew that he was definitely behind it.

But the direction of their suspicion might be wrong. It was not about the undercover aspect guessed by the instructor, but they secretly speculated whether he had some plans, such as wanting to be the mastermind behind the police.

It's okay, he's used to this.

Three years ago, Gibson had already suspected that he would become the world's dark side.

Officer Miyamura's eyes were filled with worry. He turned the steering wheel and headed towards the Daikoku Building. He stared at the road ahead and said seriously, "Amuro, if you can't handle it, you must tell me. We will arrange for you to evacuate as soon as possible."

Fūya Ling curled the corners of his mouth and said calmly, "I can handle it."

"Okay, I believe you." The emotion in Officer Miyamura's eyes faded, and his tone was icy. "After the organization attacked the police yesterday, all the researchers were killed. Only two assistants are left alive and are being treated in the hospital. The death toll among the police officers is over ten..."

He closed his eyes and said in a hoarse voice, "The funeral will be held in three days. If you can come, you can go and see it. Most of them were killed by rocket launchers and bombs, and the rest died from gunshot."

Furiya Rei's face looked extremely ugly. He couldn't help but blame himself. All this was the result of his failure to stop Gin. It could even be said that he indirectly gave him a push.

He tried to change in the past, but the information that an undercover investigator should not know and the power he possessed were like chains of malicious intent that would lock him up tightly and make him unable to move when he wanted to harm the interests of the organization.

Just as he had guessed, the plot consciousness completely separated his two identities, so that they did not interfere with or erode each other.

However, there was a hidden worry in the heart of Fūya Zero. He was afraid that his undercover identity would be exposed in the future. Then, 'Officer Fūya' would be 'killed' by the plot consciousness, and only the surviving leader of the organization would be left, becoming a puppet of the plot consciousness and heading towards extinction step by step.

Hey, why does this suspicion feel familiar?

He frowned unconsciously and flipped through the system log. The next moment, his brows relaxed and he showed a relaxed smile.

Three years ago, the detective, the worry master, and the agent had already suspected it.

Then don't worry about it.

The guardian was careless and left the mess behind, teasing the instructor with amusement.

Hearing that the instructor's tone was normal but his emotions were fluctuating greatly, he felt extremely happy.

At this time, the big black building arrived.

Furuya Rei picked up his cane and said softly, "I'll make time to go there in three days."

He left the box, opened the door, walked quickly around the noisy crowd, and headed for the elevator.

Miyamura started the car after watching him leave, muttering quietly: "...Is this kid really blind or just pretending to be blind?"

After Furuya Rei returned to the Daikoku Building, he had a meal with Miyano Shiho, and then the two separated.

Miyano Shiho went to organize the experimental data she had collected and re-enter them, while Furuya Rei completed the work he had not finished before, and kept looking through various intelligence of the organization, memorizing each stronghold in his mind.

It was not until dark that Furuya Rei was pulled out of the room by Miyano Shiho, and the bartender drove them to dinner.

"G, where are we going?" Miyano Shiho asked puzzledly.

She changed into a long-sleeved dress in European and American college style and carried a fashionable small bag with cat ears across her body, looking very cute.

Fūya Rei placed the computer on his knees, sitting in a lazy and leisurely posture, his wheat-colored fingers tapping on the keyboard non-stop.

Miyano Shiho looked at her brother dimly and asked, "Why can you process documents so smoothly with your eyes closed? Do you have a clairvoyant eye?"

Furuya Rei ignored her gaze. Although he was busy, he paused when he heard his sister's question and replied patiently, "Let's go to Okinawa for dinner. I heard that the local ingredients are very unique, such as goya chanpuruu (stir-fried bitter melon)."

When Miyano Shiho heard this, her face turned green and her tongue tasted bitter.

Three years ago, Martini went to the United States to cause trouble for her for some reason.

Not only did he often replace her dishes with bitter melon, he also secretly poured freshly squeezed bitter melon juice into her juice. It was so hateful that she stayed away from bitter melon from then on.

But today, her brother wants to accompany her to eat bitter melon...

Miyano Shiho subconsciously pressed her hand on the car door handle, and she had the urge to jump out of the car and escape.

After enjoying the girl's evasive and flustered mood for a while, Furuya Rei chuckled a few times before saying, "Although stir-fried bitter melon may not suit children's taste, the miso soup with soba noodles and bonito flakes is delicious. Shiho should try it."

Miyano Shiho's eyes lit up and she relaxed: "Okay~"

Even the ending tone became lively.

Fūya Rei then said to the bartender, "The traditional fermented Awamori there is also very delicious. You can try it."

The bartender happily responded, "Sir, your recommendation is never wrong. Awamori is my favorite drink in my life!"

Fūya Rei: “…” There’s no need to be so exaggerated.

The car sped along until it turned into a remote road. The tire seemed to be punctured by something and instantly deflated. The car was forced to stop, and then gunshots were heard.

Miyano Shiho's face turned pale and she subconsciously leaned forward, trying to use her small body to block her brother.