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She couldn't help but have questions again.
Since you know everything, what information do you need me to provide?
The reply came very quickly.
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Rena Mizunashi rolled her eyes, feeling incredibly annoyed.
"You weren't being harassed by that person again, were you?"
At that moment, Yoko Okino, a key figure at Nichiri TV, walked over carrying a tray of food.
Although she is wealthy, she usually eats simple meals at the TV station.
Even her daily life is not luxurious; the house she lives in is quite ordinary compared to others in her circle.
Rena Mizunashi quickly composed herself and shook her head. "However, I might resign."
"Ah, why?" Yoko Okino asked anxiously. She didn't have many close friends at the TV station, except for Rena Mizunashi.
Rena Mizunashi's gaze drifted into the distance.
Based on the intelligence Lin Che possessed, the organization might soon be plunged into a major upheaval.
At that point, regardless of her stance on the matter, there will be no need for her to continue working in this social field.
After thinking for a moment, she smiled at Yoko Okino and said, "I'm under too much work pressure. I want to go out for a walk and relax."
......
Teitan Junior High School.
Ai Haibara is very angry now.
They clearly agreed not to stand out.
Edogawa himself had solemnly promised and guaranteed it.
result!
This guy is actually making a high-profile comeback in public as Shinichi Kudo!
The reason is simply that a case suddenly broke out here!
She just couldn't understand it. Hattori Heiji was right there too, another nationally renowned high school detective. He could have easily handled the case.
But Shinichi Kudo insisted on coming out to join in the fun!
"It's impossible to give him another temporary antidote, absolutely impossible!"
Ai Haibara stared at Shinichi Kudo in the distance, her heart filled with rage.
"Even if the official antidote is made, we won't give it to him, unless the organization has already been destroyed and has no time to deal with this."
Curaçao, standing to the side, didn't pay attention to Shinichi Kudo; she didn't know who he was.
To be honest, she already wanted to go home.
Since the performance had already been cancelled, Lin Che had also sent her a text message to tell her that the purpose of the trip had been achieved.
Unfortunately, a murder had occurred here, and almost everyone she knew was involved in the investigation, so it wouldn't be appropriate for her to say goodbye.
Meanwhile, Vermouth returned to the base.
"How come you have time to come back? Is something wrong?"
Gin barely managed to lift his eyelids; he wasn't in a very good mental state.
Recently, various operations have been restricted or even stopped, and he himself has not had much to do personally, so he has hardly left the base.
All I do all day is eat and sleep.
Vermouth would probably be very satisfied with this kind of life.
But that was too boring for him.
Vermouth gathered her skirt and sat down to the side. "I came back to visit when I had nothing to do."
But then she immediately changed her mind, "Has Boss mentioned anything to you recently?"
Gin's eyes narrowed, his aura surged, and killing intent spread.
"What do you want to do?"
Vermouth couldn't possibly be unaware of the organization's rules; there are certain things that absolutely cannot be asked.
Since the other party did this, he couldn't help but think the worst.
Vermouth waved her hand. "Don't be so nervous. You should know the organization's situation best."
"Don't you find it strange that the boss hasn't given any instructions yet?"
Gin's relaxed brows furrowed instantly.
Vermouth's words made him think a lot.
The organization, or rather that person... has likely encountered a major problem.
Vermouth followed up at the opportune moment, saying, "Knowing each other as we do, there's no need to keep testing each other."
Gin casually poured out the already cooled liquor from his glass, poured himself a fresh glass, and then added a few ice cubes from the ice bucket.
The clattering sound of hitting the wall rippled through the darkness and silence.
"You speak first."
Vermouth couldn't help but sigh.
"The boss asked me before who has mastered the art of disguise."
"The specific time."
"After the memorial service."
Gin looked thoughtful. "So Boss believes that the mysterious person has mastered the art of disguise, and that what he showed in the previous operations was not his true appearance."
"But why would Boss think that way?"
Vermouth crossed her legs and said, "There was another member of an organization we didn't know about at the memorial service."
Gin nodded. "This person's existence is probably not because the Boss doesn't trust us; he has another purpose."
"Could it be related to Pisco's death?" Vermouth asked pointedly. "In such a dark environment, the scene of Pisco firing his gun was captured by reporters."
Gin slowly exhaled, "The Boss gave me the order to eliminate Pisco first, and then Vodka showed me the photos."
That should make things clear enough.
Pisco orchestrated the death of Shigehiko Tokuguchi.
The Boss orchestrated Pisco's death.
Furthermore, given that the Boss had some suspicions about the mysterious person's identity, he chose not to tell Gin or Vermouth.
This is clearly a sign of "distrust".
The last distrusted elder was killed by the Boss.
Are they in the same situation now?
Vermouth took out a cigarette, lit it, and said, "It's your turn to speak."
Gin subconsciously took a big gulp of his drink. "The boss told me to keep my distance from the mysterious man and avoid any further conflict with him for the time being."
"The boss also mentioned a 'reboot plan' that I had absolutely no recollection of."
Seeing the sudden change in the expression of the person next to him, he immediately straightened his posture. "It seems you know what that is."
Vermouth slowly shook her head. "I've heard the term before, but I don't know exactly what it is."
She wanted to take another puff of her cigarette, but when the cigarette butt reached her lips, she removed it and stubbed it out.
"That was many years ago, and I haven't heard that person mention it again since."
Gin quickly followed up, "How many years ago exactly?"
"Forty...three years ago?"
"follow me."
Gin stood up without pausing for a moment, his steps quick and agile as never before.
Chapter 156 The One Who Lost His Last Believer
The two were of high status, and no one dared to stop them as they walked through the base. They quickly rushed into the base's main control room.
Gin personally operated the computer, his hands moving at lightning speed, "Is it definitely 43 years ago?"
Vermouth stood aside watching intently, and within two minutes she concluded, "The data for this year has been tampered with."
"Get to the point," Gin said impatiently.
Vermouth rested her buttocks halfway on the edge of the table. "I remember that year the organization conducted forward-looking deployment studies for many projects."
"Some of the more critical ones, such as cloning and gene therapy, are not listed here."
Gin frowned and immediately searched for the keywords. The corresponding entries popped up on the screen: "The project is still going, it's just been delayed."
However, out of caution, he did not check the corresponding project documents to avoid leaving any traces.
Vermouth said coldly, "That's the problem."
Gin tapped his fingertips quickly on the table. "So what do these projects have to do with the 'Reboot Plan'?"
Vermouth couldn't give an answer right away.
"At least we'll know what that person's attitude towards us is now."
"Thinking about it from this perspective, maybe his so-called 'reboot' is just replacing all of us with clones."
"Cloned humans have no independent consciousness from birth, can be implanted with ideas at will, and are much more loyal than us."
Gin glanced at her sideways. "My loyalty to the organization is beyond question."
Vermouth laughed directly, "Then why are you here now? Why isn't your gun pointed at my head?"
Gin remained silent.
"Stop fooling yourself." Vermouth stood back on the ground. "But I'm actually quite curious, what exactly is your purpose in serving the organization?"
There is no such thing as welfare within the organization.
Even for codename members, the only "benefits" they can enjoy on a daily basis are money, and they have a severe lack of freedom and must work intensely for the organization.
To be honest, any one of those who can become a member of the code name could easily earn enough wealth to live a carefree life in today's society.
Even if you just go out and become an assassin, the freedom you can enjoy in life is far greater than what you could experience working for an organization.
Not to mention the enormous internal risks inherent in organizing such work.
Enjoying crime?
You can commit crimes even when you're alone outside; you can do whatever you want without any restrictions.
Is there an organized safety net?
Sorry, but if someone is captured by official forces, even if the organization rescues them, it's only to personally eliminate them to ensure that the organization's information is not leaked.
If the person is rescued and doesn't die on the spot, it only means that the person still has some value to be used.
Vermouth has served the organization for so many years because she was already part of it long before she had any independent thought.
She could understand why older members like Pisco served the organization, but she simply couldn't comprehend how a new generation member like Gin could be so loyal.
Gin hesitated to speak when asked the question.
But in the end, he did not explain why he was willing to serve the organization. Instead, he silently turned around and walked outside.
As he reached the door, he suddenly stopped:
"Vermouth, what exactly is the purpose of your visit today?"
Vermouth watched Gin's retreating figure and slowly said:
"To gather some intelligence."