The voices in my head fell silent for a moment.

The pop-up window no longer speaks.

But Noboru Imaizumi didn't have even the slightest feeling that "it was afraid of it". Instead, he had a feeling of powerlessness as if his fist was hitting cotton.

A pop-up window said it was here to help him.

What on earth is it here to help him? Does it really know what he needs most?

The young man dropped the gun casually and brushed his hair that was scattered in front of his forehead.

He closed his eyes, stretched out his arms, and leaned back, his frail body hitting the quilt heavily.

So tired.

The young man curled up his body and slowly let out a long breath.

He couldn't figure it out, and he didn't understand either.

The fact that Chris would disappear was not unexpected. After all, she sneaked out of school yesterday, even walked into the Tavis Hotel in a big way, and knocked on the door of his room.

It's just that the incident happened suddenly. Now Sharon has to give priority to searching for Chris's whereabouts. It is inevitable that she can no longer provide assistance to him.

Although Sharon broke her vow, Noboru Imaizumi had no objections to this. After all, he, like Sharon, was prioritizing the safety of his family.

He could only pray that Chrissy was safe and sound.

He didn't get along with the mother and daughter for a long time, but he couldn't coldly separate himself from the two of them. Just providing Sharon with ideas for searching for Chris on the phone was what he could do at this stage. the greatest help.

But...it's weird.

Yes, very strange.

A ray of light flashed in his mind, and Imaizumi suddenly opened his eyes.

He stared at the chandelier hanging above his head, his voice showing unprecedented indifference:

"Pop-up window."

"Why are you so desperate for me to leave the hotel?"

——He noticed that strange suspicion.

Ever since the pop-up window appeared this morning, it has been discussing the matter of being accidentally caught on camera, so much so that Imaizumi almost ignored... the solution proposed by the pop-up window when facing this problem.

It is true that he was caught on camera and even published in newspapers.

Rum may send people to look for him immediately after seeing the newspaper. But judging from Rum's extremely broad intelligence network, no matter where he is hiding, it is only a matter of time before he is found - unless he leaves London directly. , even leaving the UK.

——But the pop-up window has been trying its best to persuade him to leave the hotel.

Not escaping London, not flying out of England.

Just leave this hotel.

Imaizumi sat up, straightened his back, and narrowed his eyes slightly. Those amber pupils looked sharper in the slightly darker space.

"I'm asking you something." His tone was impatient. He rarely communicated with others in this tone.

"Answer me." He emphasized each word.

The room fell into silence again, the surrounding temperature seemed to drop to freezing point, and the air solidified.

After a long time, he heard the electronic voice again: [...You shouldn't ask me this question, Imaizumi Noboru.]

"No." He shook his head.

"You have to give me a valid reason today."

The high-end suites of Tavis Hotel generally come with an independent chess and card room.

Noboru Imaizumi's room is no exception. However, this is the first time he has sat on the sofa in the chess and card room since he checked into this hotel.

The young man crossed his legs and looked quietly at the neatly arranged objects in front of the table - a chessboard with black and white chess pieces at the starting point.

"You're planning something again."

He was alone and seemed to be talking to himself, but he was firmly having a conversation with the things in his brain.

"As usual, you want me to be a pawn to be manipulated by you in the chess game."

Having said this, he casually grabbed a white chess piece - it was the "king" with absolute power and a crown on his head.

Imaizumi fiddled with the white chess piece in his hand, his eyes getting darker and darker.

The next second, with a "pop" sound, he raised his arm and swept the chessboard to the ground. The chess pieces above fell to the ground in pieces, making a crisp sound when they collided with the ground.

The young man grabbed the white king and relaxed back on the sofa. The chess pieces scattered messily at his feet, but he had no intention of bending down to pick them up.

He suddenly smiled.

"But have you ever thought about some chess pieces that are not so obedient..."

"In anger, he will overturn the chessboard."

Noboru Imaizumi can no longer follow the game rules dictated by the pop-up window - in short, everyone is screwed together.

He could run out of the hotel right now, do things that the pop-up didn't allow, destroy the information it had carefully planned, mess up everything, and then kill the pop-up before it tried to gain control of his body. own life.

Imaizumi Noboru is not joking.

He thought the pop-up window should understand what he meant.

And this time the threat was particularly effective.

At least it was much better than when he held his hand/gun to his head.

The pop-up window finally gave Noboru Imaizumi the response he wanted.

It seemed a little reluctant, or perhaps more helpless, but it still said: [Let's talk, Imaizumi Noboru.]

【Let’s start with myself.】

"gentlemen."

When he heard a knock on the door outside the office, Rum slowly put down the newspaper in his hand.

The newspaper was the morning paper that had just been delivered today, and he happened to have read the first page.

He raised his head, with a dark eyepatch hanging on one side of his face, and the other eye that was not covered revealed the deepest sinisterness and coldness.

Rum looked at the door: "Come in."

The next second, a burly attendant wearing formal clothes walked in with a low eyebrow.

This man's surname was Miura. As for his name, Rum couldn't remember it. Just because Miura was quick in doing things and knew how to assess the situation, Rum brought him from Japan to London, leaving Miura to handle all the trivial matters.

"What's the matter?" Rum only glanced at him, then returned his gaze to the paper.

"We have brought back the person you are looking for." Miura replied.

Rum's hand, which was about to turn the pages of the newspaper, paused and he quickly raised his head.

Miura walked a few steps further into the office, making way for the people behind him. An old woman with gray hair and a graceful gait walked into the room.

Rum's eyes suddenly widened.

"It's...it's you!" His eyes were too bright, his hands closed together involuntarily, and his head lowered almost instinctively.

Miura looked on with confusion and shock.

He has been working beside Rum recently and is familiar with Rum's usual style of doing things - his methods are vicious and cunning, and his attitude towards others can be summed up as arrogant and reckless, which is not an exaggeration.

But this was the first time he saw Mr. Rum acting so obediently like a follower who would never dare to disobey the superior.

Miura couldn't help but secretly glance at the old woman beside him.

This was the person he drove to a certain country to pick up this morning. He didn't know the exact origin of this old woman, but he only heard Mr. Rum's request to take good care of her.

Now it seems that... the identity of this old woman is probably not something someone like him can predict.

Miura withdrew his gaze.

Assessing the situation was his strength. He no longer thought about this issue in detail, but continued to report in awe: "In addition, a kidnapper was caught in a warehouse near our port early this morning."

Rum raised his eyebrows: "Abductor?"

"Yes." Miura replied.

"The abductor drove from East London with a young girl, who should be the child he abducted. We shouldn't have dealt with this matter originally, but he brought the girl into the store without permission

warehouse, in order to protect the goods and prevent the matter from getting bigger, we can only arrest the kidnapper first."

"I know." Rum waved his hand.

"We'll talk about this later. You can go out first."

Miura responded, arched his back, and retreated softly.

"Bang." The door was closed.

Rum immediately stood up.

He walked towards the old woman standing opposite step by step, his eyes serious.
To be continued...