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Chapter 95: "We should change rooms.."
A beach with a suitable location and a pleasant climate is often a great choice for a vacation.
The gravel by the seaside is the most ordinary yellow; however, the sunlight falls softly, spreading a thin layer of light gold over the beach. The surface of the gravel absorbs the sun's heat and light, presenting a warmth that is not intense. Waves cover it from time to time, coming and going without a sound; the sand grains, soaked in seawater, take on a soft, muddy texture, so that even when stepping on it barefoot, it does not feel coarse.
There were many tourists, not a few locals either.
Although a murder case had occurred here just two days ago, the psychological resilience of the people in Japan was clearly exceptional; in just a few short days, various commercial shops had already reopened for business.
Not far away, children were playing in small groups. Some were playing games unique to children, chattering and discussing the rules they had invented themselves; others were playing classic beach games, such as stacking shells and building sand sculptures. There were also older adults in swimwear, forming teams to play beach volleyball.
The parents of the children would often sit in a corner, neither too far nor too close, so as not to disturb the children's games while remaining close enough to watch over them and prevent any accidents.
On the beach lounge chairs, many people were also leisurely chatting and laughing while wearing sunglasses.
Everything seemed no different from usual.
However, it was only "as if"; the difference still existed.
Many youths would steal glances in a certain direction from time to time, while some brazen fellows stared unblinkingly, unable to win even a shred of attention from the black-faced female companion beside them.
In fact, it wasn't just the boys; even a few girls were secretly observing that man.
The one who caused the beach to be filled with levels of hormones far exceeding the usual standard was none other than Sheila.
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The sensational Black-haired girl was conversing with a young man.
They spoke quickly, but their voices were very soft, the language they used was their own mother tongue—on a vacation beach in Japan, speaking Chinese was almost equivalent to using a secret code.
It was peak tourist season, the beach was bustling with people; however, these measures ensured that no one besides the two of them could clearly hear the content of their conversation.
"That's about it; nothing much has happened lately," Sheila summarized simply.
“Hmm..” The handsome youth agreed, but then hesitated, as if wanting to say something more.
Noticing her colleague's preoccupation, Sheila blinked her eyes. A gentle sea breeze blew, not far away, the lake surface rippled with layers of ripples, the shimmering waves presenting a wonderful splendor; all this charm seemed to be contained within the Black-haired girl's simple blink.
What's wrong?
A month ago, you sent a level-three warning via code, implying that your identity had been exposed and warning us to prepare in advance—" the Black-haired Chinese youth said hesitantly. Although he was roughly the same age as Sheila, her baby face and somewhat shy temperament made him look more like an inexperienced brat who had just reached adulthood. "Now, your identity..
"For the time being—" Sheila paused, her lips curling into a slight smile. She wasn't wearing any lipstick; instead, her lip color was a natural, healthy pink, the color of the first cherry blossom blooming on a branch in early spring.
It's more or less settled," the young but experienced girl said hesitantly, before offering a reassuring smile. "Don't worry, that man won't speak of it for the time being.
The youth clearly trusted Sheila's judgment quite a bit. Upon hearing this, he breathed a small sigh of relief, but then he raised an eyebrow slightly, his tone carrying a hint of teasing, "Did you use a honey trap?"
In response, Sheila's reaction was to roll her eyes.
Although she possessed a face of such peerless beauty that it could shame even the most exquisite lotus, she was a pragmatist who had never cared for the burden of being a "beautiful woman." But then again, that was just because she was so good-looking.
Thus, an action that was clearly unrefined became unexpectedly charming and coquettish when she performed it.
But that wasn't Sheila's intention, she immediately refuted her: "Nonsense."
"But to be honest, if I can turn him over.. I wouldn't be unable to sacrifice myself a little.." Sheila suddenly remembered something and hurriedly added a sentence.
The Black-haired youth twitched the corner of his mouth. "You don't actually have to sacrifice yourself! Honestly, if you were truly to devote yourself to the Organization.."
He seemed somewhat shaken: "The Boss certainly won't let us off easy."
It can't really be called a sacrifice, I don't think I lost anything either.." Sheila muttered, a hint of boredom appearing in her eyes. "Do you still call Uncle Anthony 'Boss' out of habit?
Yeah, what is it?
This sounds so much like slang," Sheila remarked, then added with a serious expression, "By the way, there is one more thing I need to trouble you with.
"Speak." The Black-haired youth was clearly feeling a bit guilty about the previous topic and was more than happy to let Sheila change the subject.
"Have you found any clues regarding the thing I asked you to investigate before?" Upon mentioning this, Sheila couldn't help but appear somewhat anxious, her exquisite, beautiful features seemed to dim, as if obscured by clouds blocking the sunlight.
“You mean the organization that had several conflicts with your Mother, right?” Seeing Sheila nod, the Black-haired youth didn't beat around the bush and gave a direct answer, “They are deeply hidden; I still need some time to dig a little deeper—”
—"What can be confirmed for now is that the organization originated in Russia—it began taking shape around the time of the Soviet Union."
—"The name of that organization is B. W."
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As her colleague's figure faded into the distance, Sheila stood quietly in place, lost in thought.
The silence lasted for a long time, until she lifted her eyes and found that her light was being blocked by someone.
Thus, the trance ended, Sheila blinked her bright eyes, looking toward the newcomer.
Pino stood with her hands on her hips, looking at her with a cold sneer.
She suddenly felt a pang of guilt.
The medical elite gave a cold snort and raised a hand to tap his watch, his face stiff and expressionless, but his tone was undeniably mocking. "Good girl, can't you tell what time it is?"
Sheila remained silent for a moment, thinking that it must be at least three-thirty now. In other words, she had stood up Pino up for nearly two hours.
However, the Little Fairy was not one to admit defeat. She flashed an exceptionally bright smile, her clear eyes resembling a lake, with the faint reflection of Stars shimmering within, becoming even more dazzling.
She spoke nonsense with a straight face: "My watch is broken."
Pino's gaze shifted toward Sheila's wrist.
Sheila had a great figure, her arms were also quite beautiful—slender and fair, yet not appearing frail. Her snow-white wrists were smooth and flawless, with delicate pea-sized bones; they looked long and graceful rather than weak, like a stalk of sturdy bamboo—however, all these compliments could not overcome one fact.
—On her wrist, there was no watch at all.
"Don't pay too much attention to the details." Before the person opposite her could strike back, the beauty gave Pino a light, mocking glance, then leaned back against the beach chair with feigned nonchalance, stretching comfortably.
The benefit of having a handover at the beach is that once you have completed your mission, you can fully indulge in your own Free Time Relaxing; you can do whatever you want, it's the kind of thing the company will reimburse—at least, that's what Sheila thinks.
Pino glared at Sheila crossly, but after three seconds, she gave in without a word and sat down on a beach chair she found nearby.
It is natural to wear a swimsuit when coming to the beach, to avoid drawing attention—even though she was already quite eye-catching—the Little Fairy had prepared a swimsuit before coming.
A classic blue and white sports-style swimsuit; among the many swimsuits, it was relatively conservative in style. But then again—
After all, it was a swimsuit.
Thus, large expanses of dazzling white skin were exposed to the air, faintly shimmering with a youthful glow under the sunlight. Years of exercise had given his tall and slender figure smooth, well-defined lines.
Looking into the distance, the boundless beach was like a silk scarf woven with golden threads.
The sea breeze brushed against his face, the air was tinged with a slight salty tang. Sheila sniffed the air and casually put on her sunglasses, her exquisite, perfect face showing a hint of weariness.
Not far away, children were frolicking, a few quiet girls were picking up seashells one by one; they walked barefoot on the beach, their youthful faces filled with joyful smiles.
A little closer by, several couples were showing off their affection for one another, huddling intimately and exchanging kisses from time to time.
A little closer, a pair of sisters were applying sunscreen for each other, while simultaneously complaining about the effectiveness of various brands of sun protection products.
In this atmosphere, Pino's originally somewhat restless mood gradually calmed down.
“What is the reason you asked me to come here?” Her Voice returned to its usual calmness, or perhaps, its indifference.
Sheila's gaze fell upon her own hands, her nails trimmed into smooth, beautiful shapes, showing a healthy pale pink hue.
Her blue eyes were like the distant sea surface, appearing calm and waveless, yet as if massive waves were churning within.
Just a trifle, nothing more.
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Having only recently finished treating his subordinate's wound, Gin was clearly unaware of everything Sheila had experienced on the beach three days ago.
Similarly, at this moment, Sheila, who was in an air-conditioned room listening to music while eating cold tomato salad, was also unaware of what Qinchi and the other man were currently experiencing.
Why is there a corpse here too?
A single word, "also," carried so much bitterness.
“This.. I wouldn't know.” Akai spread his hands, expressing his helplessness in a helpless tone: “It's not like I was the one who killed him.”
"Can you say something useful?" Gin asked coldly.
Oh.." Akai provided some useful information: "We should change rooms.
In a motor hotel not far from a certain highway, the two ill-fated individuals stared at each other.
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Author's Note: I must say.. Gin's previous judgment was not the whole Truth. This includes what Sheila has shown in this chapter as well.
By the way, I feel bad for those two who have had such a hard time, lol.
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Thank you to the Little Angels who cast Overlord votes or provided Nutrient solution for me~
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Chapter 100 Non-responsibility side story Parallel World IF (New)
Non-responsibility side story, unrelated to the main story, Parallel World IF. In this story, Gin is the adopted son of a former KGB member, the timeline is a mystery.