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

Stout took off his white coat, folded it, and placed it next to the blond young man. He smiled calmly and said, "You have indeed helped me a lot, but I think the most important thing now is that your body cannot be exposed to the cold anymore."

Fūya Ling tilted his head and thought for a moment, then stretched out his hand and said, "Okay, pull me up."

The British gentleman jokingly said, "Although I am an old man, I have experienced more hardships and am stronger than the fragile young people. But I didn't expect that young people nowadays have degenerated to the point where they need help even to get out of bed."

Fūya Rei paused as he stood up. Why did these words sound so sarcastic?

He looked at the typical British man, thought about his wording, and said uncertainly: "Well, please?"

Stout nodded with satisfaction, reached out to help the man up from the morgue bed, and praised him, "I knew you were a polite child."

Jiang Gu Ling was as quiet as a chicken.

Somehow, when I meet someone like Stout, I always feel suppressed.

Illusion.

Ah ha ha.

After getting out of bed, Fūya Rei consciously put on the white coat next to him under Stout's gaze.

"Lord Stout, do you really not need my help?"

He asked with sparkling eyes.

"That's not necessary, Mr. Amuro." Stout ignored the expectation in his eyes and said with a smile, "I don't think you need me to take you back to the ward, do you?"

Furuya Rei paused, his momentum weakening: "...No, that's not necessary."

He almost fled.

After leaving Stout's sight, Fūya Rei stood in the elevator in silence for a while, and couldn't help but tapping his eyebrows with his fingers. What was going on? Why was he suppressed by Stout?

As for his cowardly self just now, Jōgu Rei decisively shifted the blame, saying that it must be the worrywart's problem. He couldn't accept other people's pure kindness, so he behaved like this. It had nothing to do with his position as the chief of the police academy.

He has always been open to accepting other people's kindness!

After calming himself down, Furuya Rei decided to avoid encountering Stout on future missions. If possible, he'd avoid it. If not, he'd transfer Stout away, as he had more authority than Stout anyway.

He casually threw his white coat onto the empty bed and walked out of the back door of the hospital with steady steps.

After Rei Furuya left, Stout stood in the morgue in silence. He pinched his eyebrows, as if he had forgotten the task assigned by his boss to approach Mr. Amuro.

I didn't exchange contact information with Mr. Amuro, and because the mission was not completed, I didn't personally send him back to the ward to reconnect with him.

Ah this——

I had planned it all before coming to the hospital.

How come I forgot about it as soon as I saw Mr. Amuro? My mind was full of thoughts about this child, which was really worrying.

The gentleman from MI6 doubted his life for a moment.

The wind in the early morning always carries a chill that alerts people. It was only when Jyouguchi Ling stepped on the dead leaves that he realized that autumn had arrived.

At the corner of the hospital, someone was already waiting in a car.

The car door opened, and a simple-looking man came out. He put the black windbreaker on him and respectfully opened the back door of the car: "Sir, can I take you back to the safe house now?"

Fūya Rei got into the car, his expression distracted. His purple-gray eyes no longer had the clarity they had in the hospital. Instead, they were like a cold pond in a deep cave, without a single ripple.

He closed his eyes and took a nap, his fingers crossed and placed steadily on his thighs: "Go back to the safe house."

When he spoke, his words carried the arrogance and dominance of a superior, naturally carrying the madness and arrogance of the dark world: "Withdraw the men. Stout doesn't need to keep an eye on them."

The gentlemanly British man just wanted to get some information from him and would not act beyond his own logic.

Very easy to understand and control.

"Yes, sir."

The black car started and soon disappeared from everyone's sight in the blink of an eye like a ghost in the darkness.

"Number seven." Fūya Rei called lazily.

The man who had survived Knob Creek immediately responded, "What are your instructions, sir?"

Fūya Rei spoke slowly, a faint smile on his lips, his voice brimming with ancient elegance. "Get the codename as soon as possible. I need your help."

Number Seven smiled innocently, but said firmly, "I'll speed up."

Through the rearview mirror, he saw the gentleman sitting leisurely with a cold curve on his lips and his legs crossed. He looked elegant and noble, as if he was attending a masked ball with singing and dancing and clinking glasses in the dark world.

Embrace death and dance with the abyss.

Just looking at him, I had the illusion that my soul was being drawn into the darkness.

For Number 7, Mr. is like the bright moon hanging high in the sky, dazzling and indifferent, but not stingy in spreading his brilliance to the ignorant people of the world, making people uncontrollably attracted to him.

He seems indifferent to the world, but there is always a subtle tenderness revealed.

A child like God.

Ever since the big purge at the training ground, Mr. had contacted him, provided him with shelter, helped him grow faster, and even cleaned up any mistakes in the mission.

Mr. is like a mentor to him at a crossroads in his life, guiding him in the right direction.

Number Seven stared intently outside as the car drove steadily forward. He asked hesitantly, "Have I earned your trust?"

Furiya Rei's eyes didn't open. He seemed to smile, but also seemed not to: "Only part of it."

The bright moon cast a ray of light on him, like lighting a torch in his heart.

Number 7 was not discouraged. Instead, he smiled contentedly and said, "I will work harder."

Two hours later, Rei Furuya returned to the safe house.

After No. 7 left, he poured a cup of boiled hot water, made a cup of plum kelp tea, stood by the window, looked at the night outside and drank it.

It's 5:15 now, and there are two hours and 45 minutes left until I get up at 8:00. If I sleep for 90 minutes, there are 75 minutes left.

He put down his teacup and thought brightly that he could still do a lot in seventy-five minutes.

He took the computer and began to work on the public security tasks, sending reports and emails to the designated mailbox. He also replied to the tasks that Kazami Yuya sent him.

An hour later, the public security work was almost done.

There were still fifteen minutes left, and he closed his eyes, thinking about the undercover agents who were staring at him.

Stout had seen it before, so there was nothing to worry about and it wouldn't cause any trouble.

Although he really wanted to pack up and throw out these guys who entered other countries without reporting, he still endured it in order to destroy the organization.

But these undercover agents are not peaceful. It doesn't matter if they target the organization, but if it affects him——

A hint of coldness flashed in Fūya Rei's eyes, so don't blame him.

Think about who to choose next.

He rubbed the teacup thoughtfully, then quickly stood up, picked up a piece of paper, and wrote down the code names of the undercover agents.

Then he stuck the paper on the wall, held a dart in his hand, closed his eyes and shot it out intuitively.