At the same time, Yokohama.

A dark Jaguar was speeding down the road, quite rampant.

"Watch out, Grave!"

The back seat of the carriage.

Like an octopus, Chablis grabbed the driver's seat in front and the back of the back seat to stabilize his body, and shouted with a ferocious face:

"Graf! Drive more carefully! This is not your racing track!!"

"I never drive a racing car, Chablis."

In the driver's seat, a bald man stared intently at the road in front of him.

Chablis opened his eyes wide and took a breath of bad breath: "I don't care if you can drive a racing car... I want you to be more steady!"

"I'm already very stable."

The bald Graff was talking when he saw a small fork in front of him on the left. He suddenly focused his eyes, turned the steering wheel sharply, stepped on the accelerator and brake in a staggered manner, and let the car drift sideways across the fork.

But because of this, Chablis was lying on the car glass...

"...Oh, damn God! Graf, don't drive next time!"

Chablis hissed and rubbed his handsome, red face.

"You should have some confidence in my driving skills. God didn't do anything wrong."

"I'm just too trusting of you! There's nothing on this road, can't you just drive normally!?"

"Chaplis, I want to consider the possibility of someone sniping at us at the intersection..."

"You must be suffering from delusions of being persecuted! There is no one here. I have already let people see it in advance!"

"..."

Graff was silent for a long time.

Finally, he said in a deep tone: "Chaplis, seeing may not be believing, and I am sure there is something bad here."

As Graf said, he took out a cross from somewhere, placed it on his chest, and said "Amen" devoutly...

Chablis: "..."

This Catholic is really enough. He just needs to show his guilty conscience on his face, right?

Sooner or later, he will push the Lord of his faith to the ground and rub him!

After cursing secretly in his mind, Chablis straightened himself up on his seat, tidied his clothes, and made sure there were no damages before his expression looked better.

"This is already the last place." Chablis tied his tie again, "Aren't you there yet? Graf."

He looked out the window at the moonlight shining on this dilapidated residential house, and inexplicably wanted to scratch the glass to add to the fun.

Graf took the time to look at the organizational navigation chart, "It's still a little short of... This location is so remote that even Jesus wouldn't come to visit."

Chablis: "..."

Enough, enough, stop talking about Jesus, he is not religious!

But the next moment, Chablis laughed crazily:

"Huh, huh... I have a hunch that Gin must have done some ulterior things here!"

"...A place like this, a field battle?" Graff's face became serious, "Lord, this is so rude..."

"..."

Chablis' face stiffened and he decided not to talk to this fanatic for the time being.

This guy doesn't know what he's thinking all day long... I guess he only gets some mental nutrients when he's aiming at other people's heads, right?

After complaining about his teammates, he thought of Gin again.

There was an inexplicable light in Chablis's eyes.

Gin had been active in Yokohama on the day the traitor escaped, but there were obviously many missions in Tokyo, so why did he choose to go far away?

Moreover, he also found out that there happened to be a Suzuki Saidan cruise ship sailing out of Yokohama Pier that day...

Although Shirley's disappearance from Tokyo seemed to have nothing to do with Yokohama, Chablis just felt that something was fishy - he couldn't figure out what the connection was.

But it doesn't matter.

He doesn't need logic, just relying on his own feelings is enough.

So, never reason with a madman - because they have their own reasons.

In front of their own truth, all truth is fallacy, and they only act based on their own knowledge...

But Chablis is a high-level lunatic:

In addition to firmly believing in his own principles, he is also able to obey the discipline of the organization.

Organizations don't need tools that they can't control, so Chablis rationalized his "madness" so that under normal circumstances, no one would think he was a madman.

But that doesn't change the fact that he does have some problems...

'squeak--'

"Wow!"

There was a sudden braking, causing Chablis to scream and fall in front of the driver's seat, his head hitting the air conditioner in the middle of the front.

Graf turned his head in surprise: "Oh, Chablis, didn't you wear a seat belt?"

Facing Graf's preemptive attack, Chablis had no choice but to stare.

——It turns out that the best way to deal with a madman is to put another madman next to him.

To be able to work under Chablis, Graf is obviously not normal.

"Hey, Graf, if you don't drive properly next time, I'll throw you back to training camp!"

Chablis took a deep breath and threatened with a smile on his face.

Graf took a deep look at Chablis, took out his cross necklace and put it on his chest: "The Lord says you are not allowed to commit suicide."

"...?"

Chablis' smile froze on his face again, and his expression gradually became vicious. He grabbed his own gloves and threw them at the opponent's face:

"I want to duel with your master!!"

Graf silently threw the gloves back to Chablis' face, his shiny head showing neither sadness nor joy: "...the Lord said, I will pull out Chablis' nails and trample him under my feet..."

"G-la-fu!!!"

Chablis had sparks of anger in his eyes and a smile on his face like a madman. He grabbed Graf's pocket and took out a pocket Bible. At the same time, he took out a lighter with his other hand and said viciously: "

Believe it or not, I burned him!"

"...the Lord says that the Virgin Mary will destroy you on behalf of the moon."

Graff's face did not change, but his expression was filled with grief.

"That's Sailor Moon!"

Chablis had already pierced Graf's face with his sharp nails.

Under the moonlight, the twisted blood vessels on his fingers were clearly visible, and the tips of his nails were blue and purple.

Graff finally made a move at this time——

He pulled the handbrake.

"Actually, I want to say, we're here."

Graf reached out and picked up a piece of metal that fell on his body. He didn't care at all that his face might be scratched, and turned to hand it to Chablis: "This is from inside your glove."

"Oh! Thank you, my friend."

Chablis also suddenly stopped his ferocious expression, showed a harmless smile, stuffed the metal piece into a finger cot, and patted Graf:

"We're here, you should have told me earlier!"

"...Otherwise, why would I step on the brakes?" Graf looked resentful, "What good would it do me to step on the brakes?"

Chablis listened to his changed style of sentences, looked up at the white wall in front of him, and spoke in a deep tone:

"The good thing is, you probably saved two lives."

——Real Wine·Archives——

【Supplementary file·Grave】

(Not at all) A devout Catholic who likes to attribute all his actions to God's instructions, but he knows very well what he wants to do. He is a madman.

【Supplementary Archives Chablis】

Always confident in himself, the blades in his nails were actually embedded in his flesh, but for him, pain was a way to stay awake - an out-of-control lunatic was just a waste product to the organization. He was a big lunatic.
Chapter completed!