Throughout the day, Toru Amuro attended two open classes.
The two professors had standard English pronunciation and spoke very fast. The lectures also included many professional terms that he could not understand at once, so he took a voice recorder and recorded all the contents of the two lectures.
It was almost dusk when the second class ended. The students bid farewell to their teacher and got up to pack their things.
Toru Amuro paused for a moment. Seeing that the others were almost gone, he slowly put his laptop back into the backpack he carried with him.
He took out his cell phone and looked through his mailbox. Apart from the map and class schedule he received in the morning, there was no other message in it.
It wasn't until the penultimate student left and there was no one else in the classroom that Toru Amuro picked up his phone and walked to the blackboard to take pictures.
The professor who was in class just now had a very messy blackboard writing. A dissociative line almost spanned the entire blackboard. He found several angles to take a complete picture of all the letters of the word.
After taking the photo, he walked out of the classroom carrying his backpack.
The road from the classroom to the campus gate is neither long nor short. MIT is usually open to the public. In addition to students and professors, there are also many tourists like him who come here to take part in open classes.
Passers-by, the campus is not deserted.
Toru Amuro slowed down and turned to look at the campus bathed in the setting sun.
This is where Angstra lived and studied...
He had obviously sat down and listened to two classes, but it seemed that it was only then that he, who knew almost nothing about Angstra's experience after joining the organization, realized this.
…
It was already evening when Toru Amuro returned to the hotel. Before returning to the hotel, he went to the supermarket to buy ingredients for dinner and croissants, and then returned directly to the room.
He took the key card and opened the door. The room was dark, and Angstra did not come back.
Toru Amuro walked in, went to the kitchen to put down the bag, and then went to check if there was anything he shouldn't have in the house. After doing all this, he sat on the sofa. After hesitating for a moment, he took out his mobile phone and called Angstra
Send an email.
【Do you need me to prepare dinner for you?——bourbon】
[No, you go to bed early, I will go back later tonight.——angostura]
Tohru Amuro didn't say much. He sent a new email to his junior boss:
[Be safe when you come back at night.——bourbon]
【Good.——angostura】
Toru Amuro put away her cell phone, glanced in the direction of the kitchen, and touched the voice recorder in her jacket pocket.
After dinner, he wanted to slow down his speaking speed and listen to the afternoon class again, which would probably take a lot of time... Since Angostela was not here, there was no need to waste time preparing dinner by himself, so he picked up
I called the hotel front desk on the phone next to me and ordered the simplest dinner.
Before the delivery boy came, he took the bag back to the bedroom and started packing.
This suite has two bedrooms, and of course he lives in the smaller one - just like he did in France last year. He walked to the desk, took out his laptop, voice recorder, and notes from his bag, and placed them one by one.
on the desktop.
Today, I was out all day and my laptop was almost out of power. Toru Amuro bent down to plug in the power supply. When he looked up, he accidentally scanned a book on the bedside table.
A Japanese version of "The Little Prince".
Angstra bought this when he went on a mission. He brought it here because he was too bored on the plane and wanted to read something to relieve his boredom.
...As it turned out, Angstra was on his left on the plane, and Lay was sitting on his right. Lay looked as if he was about to go to the execution ground, and his aura was so amazing that it made him so sick that he couldn't read at all, and just wanted to wipe his face the whole time.
Against Angstra.
Toru Amuro flipped through it casually. If there was any difference between this book and the Angostura book other than language, it was the illustrations.
After all, Japan is a two-dimensional country, and the illustrations in children's books are still in that beautiful and exquisite style.
The page he turned to had a bookmark between it. The illustration on the right showed a cute little prince sitting obediently in a wheat field with his hands on his knees, his cheek pressed against his knees and bulging upwards, and a furry fox was affectionately next to him.
around.
The little prince's eyes seemed puzzled and at a loss. He let the fox cling to him like this, but did not reach out to hug it.
There are a thousand Hamlets in the eyes of a thousand people. Even for the same person, the experience of reading the same story as a child and as an adult will be different. Toru Amuro reread the chapter about his encounter with the fox before going to bed last night.
"Please tame me!" the fox said to the little prince.
"I am very willing," the little prince replied, "but I don't have much time. I still have to find friends, and there are many things to understand."
"Only things that are tamed can be understood." said the fox. "People will never take the time to understand anything. They always go to the store and buy ready-made things... If you want a friend
, then tame me!"
Others see the fox teaching the little prince love and responsibility. What they see is that the fox is willing to be domesticated, but the little prince still leaves it.
No matter what the fox does, the little prince always prefers to be pampered, tricking him into giving him more roses.
"Dong dong."
The knock on the door made Toru Amuro loosen her fingers, and the book page closed completely with a clatter.
When Toru Amuro knew that dinner was coming, he immediately left the bedroom and opened the door. He did not let the delivery boy come in, but carried the plate and fork himself, walked to the sofa and sat down again.
He turned off the headlight in the living room and only turned on the floor lamp next to the sofa. The orange light fell on him, reminding him of the colors of dusk just now.
He was eating the plate of dinner sandwiches under the light, which contained beef, lettuce and cheese. The lettuce had long since wilted, and the taste was far inferior to what he had made. Everything he ate now tasted the same, and he didn't care about the taste at all.
A tasteless dinner was quickly finished. Toru Amuro washed the dishes and returned to the bedroom to listen to the class.
The light color in the bedroom was softer, and this time he was reminded of the wheat field in the illustration.
He adjusted his mobile phone to its previous vibration mode and placed it next to the table so that he could see it as soon as there was news; he imported the content on the voice recorder into the computer and opened the translation software. He did not plug in headphones so that he could see it immediately.
Hear the noise outside.
...But until he finished listening to the course and understood it a second time, Angstra still did not come back.
Toru Amuro stood in front of the floor-to-ceiling window, looking at the night sky with not much light outside.
It was already very late, and his shadow was projected on the glass. Under the dim light, his blond hair was still shining, but the color of his eyes seemed to have turned into a darker blue than purple gray.
Amuro Toru was very anxious. He had checked the security situation in the United States before coming. He really wanted to send another email asking where Angstra was.
Just when Amuro Tohru was about to take out his phone, his phone suddenly vibrated. He was so happy that he took out the phone as quickly as he drew a gun - but the moment he saw the sender clearly, the surprise on his face suddenly
Collapsed.
[How are you in Boston? I sent a message to Angstra, but he didn’t reply to me...——scotch]
Toru Amuro's expression became ferocious. He clenched his cell phone and wanted to smash it out!!
...But in the end, he didn't do that. He also didn't reply. He just let go of his hand, letting the phone fall from his hand to the ground, and sat down on the rest chair in front of the floor-to-ceiling window.
He knows.
The smile that Angstra lost when he came back, the attitude towards them that was slightly different from before, and the way he looked back at him while sitting in the car that day after they coaxed him to go out, and the way he didn't put on his seat belt until the car drove out...
He already knew it.
The plan of those two self-righteous guys has no chance of succeeding.
The shot in Scotland had to be given at twelve o'clock, but it was past eleven-thirty when they joined forces to trick him out.
The target they want to coax is not the other emotionless killers in the organization, but the person who will take care of the seriously injured subordinates for four months without any complaints, and will go to the hospital every day to read the reports and care about the physical condition... and will even notice that they don't eat and drink in front of the patients.
, so as not to make the other party unhappy Angstra!
With how much he cares for them, there is no way he can leave easily! He can survive for several months, so why can't he wait even a few days or even ten minutes?
What ruined their plan was not Angstra's suspicion, but his sincere treatment of them.
...But they succeeded. They deceived Angostela before twelve o'clock noon.
Then there is only one possibility: Angstra, he is voluntary.
He already suspected that they were undercover, so he went out on purpose.