Chapter 153

Akai Shuichi, the man who went by the pseudonym Morohoshida at the time, was undergoing the organization's assessment at about the same time as him.

Even if it was just out of concern for his competitors, Toru Amuro also investigated his information.

Then he was shocked to find that his girlfriend's last name was exactly the same as Elena.

Miyano!

Is Elena also a member of the organization?

Taking this as a breakthrough, the shocked Toru Amuro launched a secret investigation. Not only did he roughly find out the truth of the year, but he also accidentally learned a deeply hidden secret of Belmod in the process. Some kind of hidden alliance was formed.

It turns out that when Elena said she wanted to go far away, she joined the organization's research institute.

Also in Tokyo...

Ah...this city is really big.

So much that I missed her so much that I finally couldn’t see her again.

The reason why she joined the organization?

economic status?

Oh, I suddenly remembered it.

At that time, Elena already had a daughter named Miyano Akemi. She was the one who took him to Miyano Hospital and is now Morohoshi's girlfriend. Elena looked pregnant again when she left and gave him snacks. When eating, you will have taboos.

In terms of age, it would be Shirley.

These two people are the main reasons that caused Elena to fall into hell.

And the subsequent laboratory fire...

In the midst of the unspeakable heart pain, Toru Amuro's eyes gradually turned cold.

From now on, the name Miyano will never be associated with him again, and he will never remember it again.

The only thing he will remember forever is Elena!

As a result, Toru Amuro did not show any unnecessary attention to Miyano Akemi and Shirley. Even if the organization ordered to take away their lives, he would not hesitate to achieve a higher status in the organization. Take action.

Although such a thing did not happen.

And in the shocking glimpse before, in the inexplicable feeling that came from the bottom of my heart.

He had already recognized that the little girl carrying the escaped woman in red dress on her shoulders was Miyano Akemi.

At least the face is that of Miyano Akemi.

This made him wonder, if Belmode had joined forces with the Miyano sisters, what was the meaning of her disguise?

Moreover, Miyano Akemi was only an idle peripheral member of the organization before, and it was impossible to be sent to perform the task of contacting Itakura Taku; even if the matter at Miwa Central Park really involved the FBI, Miyano Akemi could not be one of them.

Then doesn’t Belmod have no need to disguise herself?

It's better to borrow Tequila's face and tell Itakura Taku that he is an FBI undercover.

Furthermore, a sniper teammate from Group Zero reported after firing that the target was contacting the outside world at the time. To prevent her from calling her companions, something unexpected happened. His shot was a cell phone, and it pierced the palm of his hand and stabbed into his lower abdomen.

The injury was not serious. Belmode was in good physical condition. Logically speaking, she should not be so weak that she would have to rely on others to escape.

So is there a possibility that that person is the real Miyano Akemi?

Belmod's cell phone was on her, and she deliberately spoke unclearly to induce him to recognize her as Belmod. Is it just for other reasons?

Thinking of this, Toru Amuro couldn't help but speed up his steps. He wanted to stop the people escaping over there and investigate the matter clearly.

Unfortunately, before he could start running, the sound from his earphones stopped him.

"Damn it! It's an RPG!"

After a low drink, amidst the sudden whistling of the wind, the person on the other end said in a hurried tone: "The black organization has sent a large force for reinforcements. The leader is Zero, the vodka you mentioned, and a masked silver-haired man in black. We must Going to retreat!"

Silver-haired man in black? !

Amuro Toru's eyes flashed, and he subconsciously thought of Gin, but when he thought of the man wearing a mask, his thoughts turned to another side.

Curaçao, Rum's most trusted confidant, also seems to have long silver hair.

Boom——! ! !

A firework exploded in the sky, and the armed helicopter lost control and crashed into the ground like a bird with broken wings.

Before a bigger explosion sounded, Toru Amuro turned around and left. Suddenly, a blazing fire jumped from behind, stretching his shadow on the ground.

"It's really exciting. It's actually a popcorn movie."

Crouching on the wall of a house, Yingsheng raised his hand to block the light, exclaiming in surprise.

"Who would have thought that such things would appear in downtown Tokyo such as armed helicopters and RPGs? Doesn't the "Japan-US Security Treaty" stipulate Yokota airspace? To dispatch armed helicopters, it seems that you need to coordinate with the Yankees in advance.

Gee, it’s weird in every way.

Could it be that once the winery was involved, the Yankees really just pretended not to see it? "

"Brother, I've already thrown off my tail."

Yingsheng was talking to himself, but as soon as he finished speaking, he heard Huaying wishing to speak.

Ying Sheng jumped off the wall: "Meet up at the alley where the parking lot is. Where is Itakura Taku, is he dead?"

"Sorry, big brother, he had already run away when I went up. Only Miss Mingmei fainted there."

"Um?"

Yingsheng's eyes flashed: "I hope you don't go to the alley before. Go to the backyard of the house opposite it. At the same time, turn on the signal shielding, full power, full frequency band. The reply to this sentence said, 'I didn't expect the organization to care about Itakura so much. Zhuo'.

Huaying hoped to do it immediately, while Yingsheng took out the half bloody human skin mask.

I really didn't expect that there would be such a change.

awesome.

Chapter 241 Tonight ends, Tianshu’s consciousness is dying

At three o'clock in the morning on Saturday, Yingsheng returned to Ian's apartment.

Go upstairs and open the door. Qingzi is sitting on the floor of the living room, holding the plaster head on the coffee table and tapping it.

"Why aren't you sleeping yet? Be careful of catching a cold."

Yingsheng walked to the balcony, took the felt he had removed from the wicker chair, and placed it behind Qingzi.

"Lift your butt."

Qingzi moved: "Waiting for you, how are you doing over there?"

"What else can I do? An accident happened. I found that although the organization of the winery is a problem, those code members are still quite extraordinary." Yingsheng yawned and sat down cross-legged next to Qingzi, "This plaster Like for me to use."

Qingzi stopped and gently pushed the plaster toward him. Then he turned his head and sniffed:

"Why does it smell like blood?"

"How is that possible? I've washed myself clean." Yingsheng raised his hand and waved on his hair, raised his hand to his nose, picked up his sleeve and smelled it, tilted his head and said doubtfully, "No, you can't You really have a cold."

Qingzi pursed her lips: "Oh, sorry, I mistook the smell of pomegranate for the smell of blood."

"Haha, you guy."

Yingsheng took the carving knife from in front of her and kept groping for the facial features on the plaster head with his left hand: "If you hadn't been away from the bottom for too long, you would have discovered that this is actually a soap commonly used in public baths. The main reason is that it is cheap."

"Eh? I haven't left the bottom. I am the bottom myself. I'm just shy since I was a child and rarely go to public baths." Qingzi looked at the plaster head and asked, "Do you want to carve something, Yingsheng-kun?"

"I don't know how to carve, but I should be able to feel it roughly."

Yingsheng closed his eyes and kept recalling the facial features of Taku Itakura he saw, and the undulating muscle lines on his face.

After a long time, he opened his eyes and took out the half-washed human skin mask.

Yingsheng remembered to take this at that critical moment. He originally planned to send it to the testing center to test the materials, so as to compare it with the mask he got last time, so that he could more quickly determine the material ratio of the human skin mask.

And now that another suspicion had arisen in his mind, it had another use.

"Go get me a bottle of ink." Yingsheng said.

Qingzi did as she was told. After a while, Yingsheng picked up the small brush used for sculpture, dipped in ink and evenly brushed the inside of the half human skin mask. He pinched the upper and lower ends with his hands and gently pressed them against the plaster head. On the smooth back of the head.

After looking carefully for a few times, he took the human skin mask away, looked at the marks left on it, shook his head and smiled:

"She is indeed the Witch with a Thousand Faces, I admire her."

He got up and went to the bathroom to clean the mask. When he came out, he saw Qingzi looking thoughtfully at the ink stains on the plaster statue. He smiled and asked, "Did you find anything?"

Qingzi nodded: "The inner surface of the human skin mask made by Belmode is very close to the original human face, so that it can be lifelike and even expressions can be made without revealing flaws. Then if it is printed in reverse like a reverse mold , is it possible to restore the human face under the mask?”

"clever."

Yingsheng came over, fell on the sofa, and threw half of the mask to Qingzi.

"It's a powerful tear with the impact of a bullet, and this thing is originally made of elastic material. If the target's face shape is not much different from the suspect's, I can't be sure. But it seems quite a coincidence that the codename member and Taku Itakura, Both men have big noses.

But Belmode is definitely not. "

Qingzi took the human skin mask, found the nose area and pinched it, and suddenly said: "Belmod disguised Itakura Taku as someone else, and then someone thought that person was her and killed him. Is Belmode faking his death? "

"Not sure."

Yingsheng shook his head and said: "It is unknown whether Belmode knew that this person was beaten by Xiaolan; even if she knew, it is unknown whether she could be sure that the snipers in the winery would kill her with one shot without leaving any survivors.

Three possibilities.

Either she happened to have the opportunity and had the sudden idea to disguise Itakura Taku and use him to divert attention; or she had already planned it and wanted to use Itakura Taku to tease me and the winery to observe our respective attitudes; or she had already planned it. Premeditation, fake death.

The first one is the most powerful, which shows that her disguise technique is so powerful that she can change clothes with just one click.

The latter two at least show that she has really left the organization now and is very afraid of it. She wants to know the organization's attitude towards her, so she puts it to the test. "

Qingzi smiled and said: "Since the winery sniper fired, she obviously knows the answer."

"I'm not sure. With the chaos inside the winery, what if it's a personal grudge again." Yingsheng sighed softly, "It's not that she has a close relationship with the boss. It can't be because I'm about to catch her. Let the other side abandon her ruthlessly like this.

Oh, how chilling. "

"Um……"

Qingzi was curious: "Then what will she do in the future? Will she still go to school on Monday?"

"There are still two days left, who knows what will happen, but now that she knows that Miyano Akemi is not dead, she may also know that Shirley is not dead, so in the next period of time, her principle of action should be to find these two Let people deal with it.

Then……

I don’t know how much she cares about Kudo and whether she will appear next to him in the future. I don’t even know how much she knew about the calculations in the previous institute, and how suspicious she was of me.

Sorry, Kiyoko, you may have to stay in the hotel for two days this weekend. I need to see what happens next before I can confirm the situation. "

Hina's voice became weaker and weaker, and he was about to fall asleep on the sofa.

"Aren't I going to look for Qingliu-san?"

Kiyoko asked softly, got up and took the thin blanket from the corner of the sofa, and gently covered it for Yingsheng.

"If 'Xue Song Kiyoko' disappears and someone else looks for her, wouldn't it be a flaw that you spent the weekend with her? Even if you ask her not to tell others, it will not work, there will always be traces left. "

"I see, do you want to change your target?"

"We'll talk about this later, let's see first. "

Yingsheng's consciousness became more and more scattered, feeling the gentle and soothing pressure on his temples like clouds, and the other two touches suddenly emerged from his memory.

In the afternoon in the taxi, Xiaolan's knee pillow and the massage with just the right strength.

Twenty minutes ago, Huaying hoped that even if he tried to use the tip of his finger to press, the long nails would still make him a little itchy.

The three touches were inexplicably superimposed together, and Yingsheng didn't know where in his heart, a trace of fear vaguely emerged.

Is Tianshu's consciousness really being worn away?

He never thought about these things in the past.

But just the next moment, a gentle breeze blew across his heart and smoothed out all the ripples.

The self-nature is originally without attachment, and being an immortal or a Buddhist is more of a Confucian.

Will Tianshu die?