Everything.. must begin with eighteen years ago.
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Eighteen years ago, Miyano Shiho was born—her birth was a trivial matter within the Organization at the time, even though her parents were important Researchers within the Organization.
After all, a serious defection incident had occurred within the Black Organization's Research Department.
At that time, the most important research within the Black Organization was a drug known as 'Silver Bullet'.
It was primarily developed by the Miyano couple, but as the saying goes, one cannot fight many with only two hands; even though the Miyano couple had outstanding academic skills, it was impossible for such an important research project to be handled by only the two of them.
—Besides, the Black Organization wouldn't leave it to just the two of them to be responsible.
A year before this, another primary Researcher for the 'Silver Bullet' was an Old man in the Black Organization. He was invited to join the Organization by Brandy and had been engaged in pharmaceutical research for many years, pouring a great deal of effort into the 'Silver Bullet'.
However, many accidents occurred during the development of Silver Bullet.
Although that Old researcher was a highly experienced Organization Cadre, he was personally devoted to scientific research, with Brandy's intentional protection, he had experienced almost none of the dark side.
And when the Black Organization repeatedly used living persons for experiments, including infants who had just been born, the Old researcher felt dissatisfied with it.
Of course, it was merely dissatisfaction.
The real conflict lies ahead.
Ultimately, a series of ideological conflicts and the weight of human lives became too much for the Old researcher to bear. This stubborn old man had openly expressed his dissatisfaction several times, the Miyano couple at the time were not entirely loyal to the Black Organization—this undoubtedly aroused the organization's vigilance.
In an experiment accident, the Old researcher unfortunately passed away—this was an "Accident," and in the eyes of those with ulterior motives, it was also a warning.
However, what the Black Organization did not expect was that this was not an end, but the beginning of a rebellion.
Although the Old researcher was conservative, he truly cherished talent. He not only taught many students but also adopted an orphan. This boy grew up within the Black Organization and, thanks to his outstanding talent, became a young Researcher in the organization—his talent was not even inferior to Miyano Atsushi.
Unless an accident occurs, once the Old researcher "retires," his adopted son will take over his position.
However, an accident occurred.
The young Researcher faced the heavy responsibility entrusted by the Black Organization with gratitude on his face, there was not a single thing out of place in his behavior and conduct. For an entire year, he worked diligently for the Black Organization without a hint of dissatisfaction, was even secretly despised by many as ungrateful.
He suppressed all his anger and hatred deep within his heart, maintaining a flawless disguise on the surface.
One year later, nearly one-third of the researchers belonging to the Old researcher's faction within the 'Silver Bullet' project group defected collectively.
Byrrh was one of them.
He was also the only one who had not been captured and executed by the Organization.
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“Those who betray the Black Organization do not simply vanish without a trace.”
Gin had once said those words.
However, Byrrh truly managed to vanish without a trace.
—She didn't even leave a single trace behind, even after suffering such a series of misfortunes.
In those life-or-death situations, this woman displayed a ruthlessness toward herself that was almost unseen, even unimaginable, during her ordinary times.
Byrrh knew well that she was just a Researcher, unlike those who lived through blood and wind, risking their lives. He possessed almost no self-defense skills and might not even escape unscathed if she encountered a strong thug, let alone an Assassin from the Black Organization.
So, she not only changed his name and identity, but she even used a scalpel to destroy his own face, wandering the streets as a vagrant. Once the heat had died down, she began to slowly earn money by taking on private jobs. After saving up enough money, to avoid leaving any surgical records in Japan, she smuggled herself into Korea to undergo plastic surgery.
A complete transformation through surgery.
In fact, she had repeatedly allowed herself to gain weight and then lose it drastically; while doing so, she ruined her figure and nearly destroyed her health as well.
She even deliberately filed down some of her toe bones so that she would appear a bit shorter—to the point that even years later, her gait remains somewhat unsteady.
Running speed was also impossible.
—So, in the middle of the night sixteen years ago, she could not outrun that person.
Ah, you're asking who that woman is?
—It's Mr. Aida's Colleague!
He entrusted the guitar to her for return, but the result was that her wrist was gripped tightly and she was dragged across the floor; even as she beat against the iron door with all her might, screaming with a hoarse voice, he remained indifferent, watching helplessly as she was dragged away.
His fingernails snapped from his desperate pounding, exposing raw, bright red flesh. Crimson droplets of blood flowed from his fingertips, as she was violently dragged away, five indelible bloodstains were left upon the door.
—In the end, that gentleman simply wiped the bloodstains away with composure.
And that pitch-black night, when the man, reeking of blood and alcohol, twisted her arm, broke her foot bones, bit and gnawed at her with her teeth, leaving mottled bruises, pressing her to the ground to force herself upon her, choking her to stifle her cries for help; her strength was utterly powerless before the strong male, no matter how she resisted, she was pinned to the ground, unable to move.
Tearing and wailing, blood and Tears, shadows and phantoms, collapse and Pain.
Tears fell into the soil, but before her eyes was nothing but a kaleidoscope of dizziness.
Dirty seeds were left within her body, those seeds bore two filthy bloodlines; every time she saw those two children, she wanted to vomit.
—However, that thug blamed everything on being drunk, pretending to be filled with regret, yet he calmly found a job, married a wife, started a new life.
Even her Husband.
Looking at the two children with eyes full of disgust, yet pretending to protect her in front of her, attacking her with words from time to time and then claiming he had simply misspoke moments later, repeatedly telling her how much he loved her whenever she wanted a divorce, speaking of how much he had given up for her, how much he had endured of the rumors and the criticism from her parents..
But my dear Mr. Aida—
That lecherous colleague, whom I had rejected many times, who became enraged and intentionally got herself drunk, only to instigate him to approach the person he desired..
Isn't it you?
Oh, right.
There is no need to make such a guilty expression.
You should know that I studied medicinal chemistry.
Therefore, I can tell exactly what kind of solution you injected into those two little brats.
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Author's Note: Emmm.. that's just how it is.
Chapter 118, 119, 120 contain hints regarding it.
Chapter 118 mentioned that Mr. Aida is "of medium height but thin in build, appearing weak and frail, as if he lacks the strength to tie a chicken. However, from his files and photos, it can be seen that this gentleman is a short-tempered man who frequently scolds staff."
He was indeed weak and frail in appearance, so it was not his Wife who was forced by him.
Chapter 119 and Chapter 120 both contain descriptions of this matter
——Mr. Aida felt "extreme Guilt" over the death of the Child.
—Because the children only had the flu, no one expected they would die so suddenly.
—She sometimes loses her temper with the Wife, but she treats the Child as her own.
Wait..
Ahem.. you know how it is.
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I plan to speed up as much as possible.
So there's another chapter today.. Love me!
Chapter 140 Chapter 124 Revised (Recommended to read again)..
Mrs. Aida was holding the Little boy, Ai.
The noise outside the door grew louder and louder, "Wala—" "Wala—"
Gradually, the sound of police cars drifted in, one after another, each one more piercing than the last, approaching from the distance before coming to a halt in front of his house.
The Woman's expression remained extremely calm; she even had the composure to let out a light chuckle, a smile that seemed both sarcastic and as if she were experiencing a sense of relief.
The bell at the entrance rang with an anxious, dangerous melody, playing one interlude after another.
“How rude,” Mrs. Aida complained, sounding a bit helpless.
At this moment, she even had the composure to pinch the little boy's cheek, yet she softly asked, "Are you scared?"
Before the Boy could answer, several armed Officers, their patience exhausted, finally chose to burst through the door without hesitation.
As soon as they entered, the first thing they saw was the scene of her holding a small knife to the innocent Child's neck, in a standoff with a Black-haired youth.
Takagi Wataru and Sato Miwako both raised their handguns, shouting sternly, "Put the child down!"
“I'm not stupid.” Mrs. Aida tilted her head slightly and gave a mocking smile. "Releasing the hostage.. do you think it's ever that easy?"
The honest Takagi Wataru was momentarily speechless.
Conan, who had come along, was already on high alert while clutching his soccer ball. His eyes were fixed intently on Mrs. Aida, after a moment of hesitation, he couldn't help but speak up to persuade him, "There is no need for you to do something foolish."
The woman tilted her head slightly and suddenly asked, "How did you find out?"
Nana hesitated to answer, despite the dangerous situation, she couldn't help but divide her attention, giving half of it to the silent Borse standing by her side.
Kinda Ichichi finally answered, "We found out.. uh.. sixteen years ago, Yoshino Saburo's past with you.. so.."
At this point, he felt a bit of awkwardness, sympathy.
Although this fact makes Mrs. Aida's level of suspicion rise sharply, it would be far too difficult to convict her based solely on this, so they must have discovered some other compelling evidence.
Mrs. Aida knew this as well.
However, adhering to the Black Organization's good habits, Mrs. Aida, who never babbles when doing things, had no interest in how he had found the evidence, because.. the end was coming very soon.
Soon.. it will be soon.
She thought.
Standing to the side, Borse silently confronted her, quietly watching her eyes, as her thoughts suddenly drifted back to a conversation they had a few days ago.
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Not just that?" Borse looked at her quietly, speaking in a cold, detached voice, "One of your children should still be alive.