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

Sitting in the car, Gin also sent an email to Stout. He always felt that if he didn't do things according to Tennessee's wishes, he would make even more trouble.

He leaned back in the car seat, his eyes inadvertently lingering on his shoulder. He carefully picked up a fallen hair and was silent for a long time. He could no longer suppress the idea of ​​throwing Tennessee to the intelligence team to harm Rum.

In the safe house, Jōgō Rei's stomach was burning with anger. He stared blankly at the beaker in his hand, swallowed a mouthful of saliva, and his expression was distorted by the bitter taste in his mouth.

[Suicide Undead debuff has been triggered]

Fūya Rei's gaze fell on the system screen, seeming a little embarrassed to speak, but hesitantly lowered his voice and humbly asked the question he had been holding back for a long time: "System, why doesn't this suicide block the pain?"

The system is as quiet as a chicken.

Jianggu Ling:......

He gasped and held his stomach in pain, tears about to fall.

Before he fainted, he had only one thought in his mind: this sunny and cheerful boy is really causing a lot of harm to others!

A safe house somewhere in Tokyo.

The British man who was looking up at the stars put away his phone and wondered, shouldn't a task like confirming the death of a witness be a logistical matter?

Why are the code members dispatched?

He took out his cell phone and looked over the task assigned by Gin again, his eyes fixed on a certain place.

Partner, Toru Amuro?

Wait, wait, wait, who?

that whoever?

canary? !

My eyes were blurry while I was cooking just now, and I seemed to see a name that shouldn’t exist.

Okay, wipe your eyes, close your eyes and remain silent for three minutes, then look again.

It’s still Toru Amuro.

Stout slowly put down his phone and looked at the sardines on the plate in front of him, which were still staring at him.

The British man twitched his cheeks and muttered to himself in a very gentlemanly manner: "If Mr. Amuro is willing, I wonder if I can invite him to my house for afternoon tea."

Stout retrieved information about Onodaira from the intelligence team. He was a passerby who accidentally witnessed a member of the organization killing someone.

Onohira was a bit clever, knowing he was in big trouble, so he immediately drove away without even returning home. However, he didn't expect that he could not escape the organization's pursuit at all, and was shot dead by Cohen.

All he had to do was find Onohira's body, confirm that he was dead and there was no evidence on him that was unfavorable to the organization, and then destroy any traces of the body before the police forensic doctor arrived.

He looked at the location of the body and found that it had just been sent to the morgue of Mihuadong General Hospital today.

This mission couldn't be simpler. The fact that it was assigned to him probably meant that the higher-ups in the organization wanted to help Canary gain experience and make him a bodyguard at the same time.

Stout had the right to refuse such a task, but he did not intend to do so.

His superiors at MI6 ordered him to get close to Amuro Toru to obtain intelligence, and this was a good opportunity.

After finalizing his plan, he elegantly picked up his knife and fork and continued eating.

Time soon came to ten o'clock in the evening.

Stout stood downstairs of the National Hospital, feeling the not-too-cold wind. He checked his phone, but it was empty and no one had contacted him.

Where is Mr. Amuro?

He thought about it and walked around the hospital slowly, but there was still no sign of the legendary person.

Stout was not in a hurry either, he continued to wait patiently.

It wasn't until two o'clock in the morning that he could wait no longer.

"It seems that gentleman has broken his appointment."

Stout sighed.

Since we don’t have the chance to meet this time, let’s lay a good foundation for next time.

He decided to complete the task by himself and add Mr. Amuro's signature to the completion report, so that he could gain Mr. Amuro's favor.

He walked towards the hospital. The hospital was very quiet at this time. Apart from the inpatient department and the 24-hour reception area, there was basically no one around.

Stout first found a doctor's office, put on a white coat, and took a stack of discarded documents to pretend they were medical records, and walked around the hospital openly.

He walked with a steady pace, his back straight, a faint smile on his lips, and the elegance and courtesy of a gentleman. His short golden hair made him look even more noble.

He determined his location and took the elevator to the basement level.

As soon as I walked in, a chill hit me in the face. It seemed that the air conditioning in the morgue was turned on very high.

He carefully avoided the doctor on duty and walked into the quiet and silent morgue.

I looked at the dates posted next to the morgue beds and selected the bodies that had just been transferred in today and those that were male.

There were only three bodies.

Stout rubbed his arms, walked to the leftmost position, and lifted a corner of the white cloth.

He was an old man with gray hair, so thin that his bones were visible. His skin was yellow and bluish. He must have been ill for a long time.

When you get close to him, you can feel the coldness and stiffness of death emanating from the corpse.

not him.

Onodaira is just a young man in his twenties.

Stout put down the white cloth and covered the man again very politely before moving on to the next corpse.

He picked up a corner of the white cloth and lifted it up gently. It turned out to be a young man with golden hair and dark skin. He was handsome, but there was a trace of weakness between his brows that could not be ignored, and his lips were pale and dull.

But what made him special was that his face lacked the pain and reluctance of a normal person dying, nor the hideous horror of the dead. He closed his eyes tightly, as if he had just entered a sweet dream and could wake up at any moment, but his chest no longer rose and fell.

Stout sighed in his heart and felt sorry for the young man.

What a pity for this young man.

He put down the white cloth and looked at the third bed.

It seems that Onodaira is here.

He stood beside the bed, bowed his head slightly and said, "Sorry to bother you."

He pulled the white cloth aside, revealing a man with short black hair.

There were bloody holes on both sides of the man's temples, as if something had penetrated his head directly from the left side.

There is no doubt that these are traces of sniping.

He carefully checked again and breathed a sigh of relief after confirming that the bullet was not lodged in the skull and that there was no need for a rough craniotomy.

Stout searched the body but found nothing useful, so he planned to check the locker outside.

He covered himself with the white cloth, his expression showing a hint of sadness.

Wherever the sun doesn't shine in this world, there will always be innocent people getting hurt.

He stood in the morgue for a long time without moving, bidding farewell to the young man in his own way.

In the dead silent space, cold air drifted faintly, and shallow breathing followed the rhythm of his breathing——

Wait, Stout's pupils suddenly shrank.

What breathing?

The morgue was full of dead people except himself, so how could there be another breath?

He stiffened his neck and looked towards the source of the breathing sound. It was a corpse on the second bed. The cloth on the chest rose and fell under the bright light, long and soft.

——That wasn’t the case just now.

Stout used his secret agent's eyesight to assure us that he was the only one breathing in the morgue just now, the only living person! !

There was no way he couldn't tell the difference between the living and the dead.