In the afternoon.
At the Rice Blossom Hotel.
35th floor, Room 5.
There were two people in the room.
It was actually a woman with long silver hair. She wore a white top and a dark blue dress with a dark blue bow at the collar. She wore high heels and had bi-colored eyes. Her left eye was blue and her right eye was transparent. Her eyes were sharp. She was Curacao.
"Why, still not telling the truth?"
At this moment, she was talking to a bespectacled man in his forties who was tied to a chair in a room.
The man's name was Ban Cangzhuo. He looked very miserable at the moment. His body was covered in blood and his face was abnormally pale. It seemed that he would die at any moment.
He coughed twice and replied in a weak voice,"
"I…I didn't say anything…I really haven't developed it yet…"
"I advise you to tell the truth. If you haven't developed it, why do you want to pack up and escape abroad?”
"Because…because…because…"
Itakura no longer knew what to say. Although he had countless excuses in his heart, he knew that the woman in front of him would not believe him at all. Moreover, he could not tell the truth. Although he did not know what those people wanted to do, he would not hand over that thing " for the sake of all mankind ".
At this moment.
Suddenly, the doorbell rang.
Curacao frowned and took a towel to cover the mouth of the table. He quietly came to the door and saw the person outside through the peephole.
It was a woman wearing a work uniform and a hat. She had her head lowered and was holding a box in her hands.
Just as she was about to keep quiet and let the people outside think that there was no one inside, the woman outside actually spoke,
"Excuse me, is Mr. Itakura here? There's something of his here."
Hearing this.
Curacao's eyes turned cold. He instantly took out the pistol at his waist, opened the door, and aimed it at the person at the door.
The woman outside the door did not move at all. It was as if everything in front of her did not exist as she strode in.
Curacao closed the door and asked coldly,"
"Who are you? Where did you get this name?"
The woman took off her hat, revealing her long silver hair and a beautiful face.
Curacao looked at the unfamiliar woman and opened the safety on his pistol."
"Answer me, who are you?"
"Why…I changed my hair color, my face, and my voice, and you don't recognize me anymore?”
The woman said in a playful tone and reached out to pinch Curacao's chin, but her eyes were calm as she looked at her.
Curacao's pupils contracted, and her eyes fluctuated violently. The memories that she had hidden instantly appeared in her mind, but she quickly hid them. Her expression became calm as she frowned.
"Absinthe, what are you doing here? I remember that this matter has nothing to do with you.”
"Haha…"
Belmond smiled and withdrew his hand from her chin. He said lightly,
"I'm here to save your life."
"What do you mean?"
"Nothing. It's just that you've been discovered by the Ministry of Public Security and the police department. They're setting up an inescapable net here.”
"Impossible!"
Curacao shook his head.
"Only one of us knows about my actions, unless…"
Suddenly, she stopped talking. She thought of a possibility and frowned.
Belmond said coldly,"
"It seems you understand that a little mouse has appeared among us. There are clothes prepared for you in the box. Leave with my identity. I've already prepared them for you. But I think they won't let you go so quickly to ensure the success of this operation, so you need to stay in the police station for a while and wait for them to let you go.”
Curacao frowned and thought for a while. In the end, he picked up the box on the ground and walked into the bathroom.
Five minutes passed.
Curacao, who had changed her clothes, came out. She glanced at the calm Belmond and left.
As she left.
The room fell silent.
Belmond slowly walked to the table, pulled the towel from his mouth, and looked at him calmly.
Ban Cangzhuo's eyes were filled with fear because he had heard everything that had happened. He was even more afraid because he could not know about these things. If he knew, he would only die.
Seeing the frightened look on the person in front of him, the corners of his mouth curled up slightly. He changed his tone and said,
"Mr. Itakura, long time no see.”
"You…You…"
The moment Ichiro heard this voice, his eyes immediately revealed disbelief because this voice was too familiar.
He had heard it many times. It could be said that for people who often watched movies in New York, the voice in front of him was too familiar. After all, it was too famous.
His lips trembled as he said,"
"Sharon?"
"Hehe…it seems that Mr. Itakura hasn't forgotten about me. If that's the case, my plan to retire in front of others over the years hasn't been successful.”
"You…You…"
Ban Cangzhuo wanted to say something, but the pain from his wounds made him shut his mouth weakly. He gradually accepted his fate.
Belmond slowly came to the window and looked down at the city through the small gap in the curtain. He said calmly,"
"Mr. Itakura, we won't pursue this matter anymore. You can also live. We don't know if you've really developed it or not. After all, we haven't found any clues. Anyway, you don't have much time left. If we don't get what we want when the time is up, the consequences will be a million times worse than what you're facing today. I think that after today's lesson, you won't play any tricks anymore.”
Ban Cangzhuo's face was ashen as he lowered his head.
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