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

After Morufushi Kagemitsu left, Furuya Rei immediately sent an email to Vermouth, asking her to disguise herself as Kikuchi to pick him up from the hospital and to please Shiraishi Masato at the same time.

After all, Mr. Shiraishi still has a task for him to do, which is to backstab Kikuchi.

Well, after feeling ashamed for a while, I got used to it.

I always feel that after meeting Shiraishi Masato, my bottom line has been lowered again and again.

While waiting for Vermouth to come over, he glanced at the blind stick that Hiro had placed on the cabinet, hesitated for a while holding the phone, and then called Brother Gao Ming.

"Hello, this is Zhufu Gaoming."

Fūya Rei frowned slightly, looking a little nervous: "I'm Amuro Toru, Officer Morofushi, sorry to bother you."

When they were in school, Hiro made fun of him, saying that he was very reserved around Gao Ming.

He was just afraid that Brother Gao Ming would speak some obscure and difficult-to-understand elegant and ancient language, which would make him unable to understand and make him laugh.

He spoke in a cheerful, gentle and generous tone, "Someone will come to help me with the discharge process in a while. Please don't worry. The person who comes is my colleague."

In the other party's silence, he smiled and said, "Thank you for your concern, officer."

Thank you for your care, Brother Gao Ming.

Zhu Fuxi Gaoming, who was sitting in the Japanese-style room at home drinking tea, hung up the phone and seemed to be thinking about something.

Is it someone from that organization?

As soon as Jingguang left, Lingjun was about to be picked up.

He picked up the teacup and murmured, "Zero-kun deliberately made it so that he wouldn't meet Jingguang, in order to protect him."

He stared at the tea stems in the tea, and the rising hot steam blurred the hidden worry on his face.

Jing Guang was so cautious even after changing his appearance. Was it because he revealed a flaw and was suspected, or was his situation very dangerous?

"Humble yourself and do your duty, wait for the right time, and don't fight against fate." He picked up the teacup gracefully and took a sip, with a rational light flashing in his upturned phoenix eyes.

Jingguang, if you really encounter a crisis, even if you have suffered some injustice, please remain calm and composed, do not be impatient, grasp that glimmer of hope, and do not fight the crisis in vain.

He put down his teacup, called his friend, and said slowly, "Gan Zhujun, there's no need to go to the hospital. He will be gone soon. Sorry for the trouble."

Organize laboratory bases.

Vermouth deleted the email, stood up from the bench, looked at the researcher who had just walked out of the operating room, and asked curiously, "What happened?"

The researcher said respectfully, "Lord Calvados's bones have just been reconnected, and he hasn't woken up yet. He won't be able to move on his own for two months."

Vermouth took a deep breath, her beautiful face twisted, and her heart was beating wildly.

It was almost, almost, that the consequence would fall on her.

Who is that man and why is he so cruel!

What kind of hatred and grudge is that? It breaks every bone in the body.

Since Calvados wasn't awake, there was no need for her to stay here.

The boss still has things waiting for her to do.

Her tone was lazy, and her tone was as unhurried as when she sent Calvados to the hospital before: "Then take good care of him. If he wakes up, tell him that this mission is kept secret."

The researcher bowed, not daring to look at her, and respectfully sent the person away.

Vermouth did not feel any guilt towards Calvados who took the blame for her. He was just her tool.

No matter how she uses it, she feels at ease.

Sitting in the driver's seat, Vermouth's eyes fell on the prop box that had just been taken out, and her eyes, as soft and charming as a blue lake, were faintly resistant.

But thinking of her boss's order, she cursed.

What are the Boss and Edrador playing games, involving innocent people?

She gritted her teeth, put on Kikuchi's disguise and drove to the hospital in fear. She avoided surveillance and people approaching her along the way, for fear of encountering the scarred man who beat Calvados, or someone similar.

Fortunately, no accidents occurred until we arrived at the hospital.

Hospital, single room.

Rei Jōgō was leaning on the bed, his left hand still receiving an IV and his right hand playing with a blind stick.

Suddenly, his eyes moved slightly, and he sat up straight without making a sound. He said nonchalantly, "You came very quickly. Have you completed the discharge procedures?"

"It's done."

The cold and hard voice replied respectfully.

A flash of coldness spread across Rei Furuya's eyes. A thin white ribbon passed in front of him, gently and irresistibly covering his eyes.

"Amuro-kun, I'm here to take you away."

The tall, cold-faced man tied the ribbon behind the blond youth's head, placed his right hand on his shoulder, and spoke in a strong and dangerous tone.

Fūya Rei touched the ribbon on his eyes, smiled, and said, "It feels good. You always have good taste."

Kikuchi AKA Vermouth withdrew her hand and said calmly, "As long as you like it."

Furuya Ling raised his left hand and gestured, "Pull out the needle."

Kikuchi glanced at the medical supplies on the cabinet nearby, took out disinfectant and cotton swabs, and skillfully removed the needle for him. He gently pressed the cotton swab on the needle hole for a while to prevent bleeding.

After doing all this, he helped Fūya Rei leave the hospital.

After they left, they went behind a big tree in front of the hospital gate.

The man in a suit with a ponytail watched the two people walking away and said to the other end of the phone, "He's left."

"Okay, thank you for your help."

Yamato Gansuke said bluntly: "Since you know the trouble, come back to work quickly."

He pointedly asked, "Isn't the source of your leave gone?"

A low laugh came from the other end of the phone, the elegant tone gentle and polite: "I knew I couldn't hide it from you. I will be back on leave soon."

There was a hint of warning in his tone: "You should come back too. Don't get close to them."

In the black car, Kikuchi glanced at Furuya Rei sitting in the back seat, then casually glanced toward the hospital entrance. In a deep, magnetic voice, he asked casually, "Are you going to kill him?"

"Don't provoke the police easily. It will be too troublesome to be targeted by the authorities." Fūya Rei leaned lazily on the back of his chair and replied without raising his head.

Kikuchi started the car and asked, "Where are we going next?"

Furuya Reima raised his chin, thought for a moment, and said, "Let's go to the port base. There's an auction on the high seas on December 4th. Let the Whisky Team go."

Kikuchi's eyes flickered with an inexplicable emotion. He glanced at him through the rearview mirror and asked curiously, "There are still four days until the 4th, which is plenty of time to make it to the auction. But, what about the Whisky Group?"

He had never heard of such a group in the organization.

Furuya Rei rubbed his cane with his fingertips, the corners of his mouth curled up slightly, and he said with interest: "Scotland, Rye, and Bourbon."

Kikuchi almost collapsed in expression. You are traveling on public funds for your honeymoon, and you still want to bring Lei as a shield?

But he didn't ask in the end. He didn't want to be tricked by his boss, so he changed the subject and asked inquiringly, "Are there any other plans for Shiraishi Masato?"