Coroner Ke Xue

After losing his memory, Curaçao became a completely different person.

Her previous temperament was very much like Gin's, firm, cold, and emotionless.

Now she has become like Mao Lilan, a gentle girl who is approachable and harmless to humans and animals.

Not only was the coldness gone from his eyes.

Even when he spoke, he spoke softly and did not dare to put an accent.

"Kukekeke."

"Miss, please rest here for a while."

"Call us if you need anything. By the way, you can call me Mr. Lin and her Chris."

Lin Xinyi helped Curacao up with a subtle expression and asked her to sit and rest alone first.

"Yes." Curacao nodded obediently: "Thank you, thank you."

The sound was as light as a mosquito.

"Well" Lin Xinyi's expression became even weirder.

Then he pulled Belmod aside with a tangled tone and discussed with her in a low voice:

"Sister, what do you think?"

"Did Curacao really lose his memory?"

"Probably" Belmode concluded hesitantly: "Although I'm not completely sure."

"But it really doesn't look like an act."

Acting can't portray her look like this.

So innocent.

"What should we do?"

"This woman doesn't remember anything."

"What should we do with her?"

"This." Belmode pondered for a moment.

I quietly glanced at Curacao again.

Curacao knew nothing about the current situation, and stupidly endured the pain on his body, trying his best to respond with a smile.

"Just stick to the original plan."

Belmod responded to Curacao's overtures with a smile.

While calmly saying to Lin Xinyi:

"Have your hands and feet broken, and lock them up."

"Lest she have another chance to escape."

"This" Lin Xinyi was very confused: "But she has lost her memory."

Not only amnesia.

He has also become a good boy who makes everyone smile.

When he thought about breaking the legs of such an innocent girl and locking her up, he would inevitably have the illusion that he was kidnapping and trafficking a decent woman.

"So what if I lose my memory?"

"If we don't control her, what if her memory comes back?"

"What if she escapes back to the organization without our warning and contacts Rum?"

"Don't be naive, Shinichi."

Belmode gave him a helpless look:

"Can you guarantee that Curaçao will be like you, losing its memory and not recovering it for so long?"

"Well" Lin Xinyi had nothing to say.

His situation is a little different.

"And even if it's you."

"You don't have complete amnesia, do you?"

"Me, and that girl from the Miyano family, you will more or less remember the people and things that are important to you, right?"

Whether it's Belmod or Haihara Ai.

They all firmly believed that even if Lin Xinyi lost his memory and forgot everything, he would still remember his love for them in the past.

"Well" Lin Xinyi smiled awkwardly: "That's right."

"makes sense."

And what Belmode said is right, no one can guarantee that Curaçao's memory will not be restored.

"Then just do as I say."

Belmod acted efficiently and picked up a steel pipe.

She was ready to break Curacao's hands and feet directly.

Then take him back and stuff him into a dark cell.

"Well" Lin Xinyi was confused whether he should stop it or not.

At this moment, Miss Curacao was heard humming pitifully and in a hurry:

"That, that."

"Mr. Lin, Miss Chris."

"Can I ask what happened to me?"

"Why does it look like my head was hit by someone?"

Curacao touched his red and purple forehead and asked with great concern.

"Ahem, this"

Belmode paused for a moment, then a smile appeared on his lips:

"I'm not so sure either."

"We just drove by not long ago and found out that there was a man lying in this construction site."

"By the time we came over to check on the situation, you were already like this."

"I think you were attacked by someone, right?"

"Yes, yes."

Curacao swallowed nervously:

"Did you really just get attacked?"

"I didn't do anything weird, did I?"

"strange things?"

Belmod was a little confused:

"you mean?"

Curacao was tangled, nervous, and pitifully clutching the hem of her skirt.

Finally, after a moment of tangled silence, she raised her calf slightly uneasily.

I saw a wide blue-purple palm mark deeply branded on the originally white and smooth calf.

This is obviously a man's handprint.

No need for reasoning or knowledge of forensics, anyone with a right mind can see this:

There was once a man who roughly held her ankle and pulled her calf so arrogantly that this shocking bruise was left on her originally white and flawless leg.

For a young woman who has no memory of what she went through

It is undoubtedly a horrifying discovery to contemplate.

"me"

"Nothing was done to me, right?"

Curacao bit his lip tightly and asked nervously.

Lin Xinyi: "."

"Ahem, this"

"No, absolutely not."

Lin Xinyi patted his chest and promised:

"You were so neatly dressed when we found you."

"I can guarantee that the murderer didn't do anything strange to you."

"That, that's good"

Curacao breathed a huge sigh of relief.

Then he started to think about it again:

"But who did I provoke?"

"Why did he beat me like this and leave me here?"

"Is this it?"

Belmod held the steel pipe in his hand and walked forward with a smile:

"How about we call the police for you and let the police help investigate your identity?"

"police?"

Curacao was slightly startled.

These two words seemed to trigger some self-protection mechanism, making her brain instantly painful.

"No--"

"Can't call the police!"

Curacao held his head with a splitting headache and subconsciously growled:

"You must not send me to the police!"

Seeing this scene, Lin Xinyi and Belmode's expressions became subtle.

Belmod even cast a secret look at Lin Xinyi.

That look seemed to say:

You see, she does remember some of it.

I still have to break my legs.

Otherwise it's not safe.

Belmod held the long steel pipe and moved closer.

Curacao is still unprepared for this.

"etc!"

At the critical moment, Lin Xinyi suddenly stopped in front of her.

"Huh?" Curacao looked up at him stupidly.

"It's okay. If you don't call the police, you won't call the police."

Lin Xinyi used his eyes to signal Belmode to calm down first.

While smiling, he turned to Curacao and said:

"Since you don't want to go to the police and you can't remember who you are."

"Then come to my house first."

"Going to stay at your house?"

Curacao is a little embarrassed:

"Is this convenient?"

"It's okay." Lin Xinyi smiled kindly: "My family is quite big."

"You are welcome to come to my house to rest. After you have rested, you can find your memory again, no problem."

"Thank you." Curaçao was very grateful:

"This is too much trouble for you, Mr. Lin."

"Yes." Belmode glared at him angrily: "This is very troublesome."

"How about changing her 'place'?"

She held the steel pipe in her hand, implying that she wanted to "transfer" Curaçao directly into the dark cell.

"We will discuss the issue of accommodation later."

"Take her back first and check her brain."

Lin Xinyi comforted Belmode in a subtle tone:

"It's not too late to make a decision slowly after the examination confirms whether she really has amnesia and whether there is any hope of recovery."

"Anyway, if we are all watching her now, she won't have any problems, right?"

Belmod was silent for a while in displeasure.

Then he hummed angrily and softly:

"There's really nothing I can do about you."

"Okay, let's do as you say first."

After saying that, she finally reluctantly put down the steel pipe in her hand.

Only then did Curaçao realize something was wrong.

"Um, Miss Chrissy."

"What have you been holding the steel pipe for?"

"Well," Belmode helped Curaçao up with a gentle look on his face: "Didn't you hurt your ankle?"

"I was worried that it would be difficult for you to walk, so I used it as a crutch for you."

Curacao was very moved when he heard this.

I was almost moved to tears.

I saw Curacao holding on to the steel pipe that almost broke her hands and feet, and stood up with difficulty:

"Thank you for taking such good care of me."

"You're welcome." Belmod didn't feel guilty at all, and just comforted him warmly: "This is what I should do."

"Haha." Lin Xinyi awkwardly echoed: "Yeah."

"No need to thank us, it's just"

He glanced guiltily at the palm print on Curaçao's calf:

"It's just a little effort."

"Well" Curacao was even more moved:

"Mr. Lin, Miss Chris."

"You...you are all good people!"

A moment later, the black organization's stronghold.

Cohen and Chianti were out of danger, but they were still half-dead in bed recovering from their injuries.

Vodka is very lively and full of strength.

The deafening shouts of "Brother, save me" could not be stopped even by the iron door of the gas chamber.

Compared with the three of them, the situation of Kiel, Bourbon and Ireland is much better.

But "good" is only relative.

They were all stared at by Gin's eerie gaze, sitting uncomfortably in the lounge.

They were put under house arrest in disguise.

Can't leave, can't call, can't send text messages.

I can only force myself to drink, chat, and watch TV to pass the time.

And the worst part is.

The content played on the TV is very bad:

"Breaking news, breaking news:"

"Following the large-scale firefight caused by the Yakuza organization in Yoneka Town this morning, the police station was attacked by unknown armed men at noon."

"An eyewitness said that he saw a mysterious woman jump from the fifth floor of the police station and then drove away from the scene."

"Next, our station will connect with specially invited experts to conduct a psychiatric evaluation on the witness."

"."

Seeing this news, Kiel, Bourbon, and Ireland all reacted.

It's just that the reaction is slightly different.

"Haha, so that's what Rum meant by the investigation."

"I didn't expect that he would have already buried nails in the police station."

"awesome."

Ireland didn't panic at all, and was even in the mood to take the initiative to chat and laugh with Gin.

Because he really didn't need to panic.

If the National Police Agency lost information, wouldn’t it only be lost to the Japanese Public Security Bureau?

What does it have to do with him being a follower of Mr. Noah?

As for Miss Keel, she had similar thoughts:

"It seems like you've got that 'nail', right?"

"fair enough."

"It seems that the undercover agent hiding among us will be found out soon."

Keir is as calm as Ireland now.

Because in her opinion:

Could the undercover information stolen from the Japanese police be sold to the CIA?

"idiot."

Unexpectedly, our Japanese police know everything.

Your name is on it too

Miss Rena Mizuna!

Bourbon thought so helplessly and desperately.

They say that the intelligence capabilities of the Japanese police are indeed very strong.

The undercover caught him with such accuracy that Gin even cried with envy.

But this is security work.

"How could a mere person sneak into the police station?"

"And ran away safe and sound?!"

Bourbon looked normal on his face, but he was extremely nervous in his heart:

He has completely cut off contact with the outside world now, and he doesn't know what the situation is like with the Japanese police.

Has the information been stolen?

Did the infiltrator manage to escape later?

Damn it

But we have to catch her, brothers! !

Bourbon prayed silently in his heart.

"Bourbon." Gin looked over coldly: "Why don't you speak?"

"Why, does this news make you nervous?"

"Ha." Bourbon reacted instantly.

He is also an old actor, how can he show his flaws here.

So he smiled coldly and hummed disdainfully:

"I'm just too lazy to talk nonsense."

"Does it make sense to show loyalty now?"

"Who the undercover is will naturally be judged by Mr. Rum."

The words just fell

Gin's cell phone rang.

Gin picked it up and looked at it: "It's Mr. Rum."

Bourbon: "."

His heart suddenly sank.

But even so, he still tried hard to maintain that enigmatic smile:

"Take it, Gin."

"Let's see who is the mole."

Bourbon secretly clenched his fists.

Keir and Ireland also pricked up their ears curiously.

Gin couldn't wait to answer the call:

"Mr. Rum, do you have any orders?"

"Yes." Rum's strange synthesized voice slowly sounded: "I sent someone to the police station. Do you all know this?"

"I know it's on TV."

"The one I sent was Curacao."

"She's doing pretty well."

Bourbon felt even more nervous, and his body tensed unconsciously.

"Just now, I received a text message from her on the way to escape."

"What did the text message say?"

Gin asked in a gloomy voice:

"Who is this undercover agent?"

There was a terrible silence.

Bourbon, Kiel, and Ireland are all quietly waiting for the outcome of the trial.

Finally, Mr. Rum spoke:

"It's vodka."

Bourbon: "???"

How can it be

Is it really vodka? !

Could it be that Vodka is actually a deep undercover agent of the Japanese police buried in the organization?

Is it the senior police officer who even he has no authority to know his identity?

"I do not believe!"

Of course Bourbon would not take a stand.

But Gin denied it.

For the first time, he hesitated on the undercover issue.

Even a clear-cut objection:

"Vodka, he can't be an undercover agent."

"If he's undercover."

Gin lowered his voice and said meaningfully:

"Then Belmode and that person Cha."

"It should have been exposed long ago."

Ginjiu took Lin Xinyi, the undercover who was still lurking, as an example.

At this time, only Rum answered:

"He is indeed not an undercover agent."

"According to the intelligence seen by Curacao, Vodka should be just a simple traitor——"

"An intelligence dealer who sold secrets to the Japanese police."

"That's why the enemy who found your hiding place today is not just the Japanese police."

"Because this bastard organized our organization and sold your head to two or even more enemies at the same time for money!"

At this point, Rum's voice already had murderous intent:

"As for the information from Belmode."

"I don't know if he has sold it yet."

"Maybe there is, maybe there is not. Judging from the current situation, it is more likely that there is not."

"After all, with such valuable information, he should be thinking about shopping around and selling it at a price, right?"

"But no matter what, the fact is."

"Vodka has betrayed the organization!"

"No, it's impossible!"

Gin still can't accept this fact:

This is the little brother who rode the roller coaster with him!

How could he betray the organization and his big brother just for a mere amount of money?

"There must be something wrong here."

"Mr. Rum."

Gin saw something strange in this whole thing:

“Are the text messages from Curacao really credible?”

"Have you confirmed this news with her in person?"

"very good."

"You haven't been completely affected by the unnecessary emotions."

“It’s still possible to notice this in time.”

Just listen to Rum say in a serious tone:

"In fact, shortly after I received the text message, I called Curacao to confirm."

"Curaçao did answer the phone and confirmed the news to me."

"But at that time she was still being hunted by the Japanese police."

"The call was only halfway through, and then suddenly hung up without any warning—"

"Perhaps she failed to escape the pursuit of the Japanese police."

"Or maybe she had some other accident on the way."

"In short, I have completely lost contact with Curacao."

"That is to say." Gin understood Rum's meaning: "The content of this text message is not completely convinced?"

Although Curacao sent a text message, Rum also called to confirm.

But text messages can be sent by others.

Her voice can also be imitated and forged by others——

It's not difficult to do this.

The Belmode they organized is totally fine.

"That's right."

"The authenticity of the text messages is still questionable."

"As long as Curacao himself does not appear, this information cannot be confirmed."

Rum gave the order slowly:

"So, Gin, your top priority now:"

"I just want to find a way to find the missing Curacao and let her return to the organization as soon as possible."

"According to the last reported location in Curacao, she should have disappeared near the Miwa Town Industrial Development Zone."

"I see."

Gin nodded solemnly.

He always acted vigorously and resolutely, so he immediately focused all his attention on finding someone:

"I'm going to find Curacao now."

"etc."

Rum stopped him.

Before sending Gin out to find someone, Rum first made some mental preparations for him:

"I know you hope this text is fake."

"But what if she still says that when you get Curacao back?"

"I" Gin was speechless for a moment.

This was the first time he was in such a dilemma.

He is a loyal little brother.

Or the organization he gave his all to?

The choice is difficult.

But for Gin, there is always only one answer to this choice:

"Mr. Rum, please don't worry."

"I will never betray the organization."