This is the organization's safe house in Mihua. It used to be owned by Belmode. When he first returned to Japan, he lived here temporarily when he was broke and broke.
This one-family house is not as spacious as a villa, not as luxurious as an apartment, and the furniture is old and the rooms are crowded. It is very incompatible with the status of the heir of a chaebol or the potential heir of an organization.
But Jing Baiye chose to spend the night here tonight.
[Why are you here?] The system is confused.
【I haven’t been here for a long time, and suddenly I want to come back and have a look.】
Jing Baiye was not in a hurry to go in. He stood at the door and scanned it with his skills to see if there were bugs and cameras. After confirming that there was nothing unusual, he entered the room.
It was pitch dark inside the safe house.
No one has lived here for nearly half a year.
But it wasn't dirty. Jing Baiye wiped it lightly on the upper floor of the shoe cabinet, but there wasn't any dust on his fingers. It seemed that a member of the lower-level organization had come to clean it not long ago.
He turned on the light, randomly selected a pair of slippers on the ground, put them on, stuffed the shoes into the empty shoe cabinet, and entered the house.
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Tianjingbaiye is very busy these days.
Whenever he arrives at the Twin Towers skyscraper in the past three days, he will learn how to deal with group affairs.
Many of them are related to drugs. As the leader in the pharmaceutical industry, Karasuma Group's drugs are the most important part. Even if he knows nothing about the relevant knowledge, he still has to find out what drugs are currently available, under development, and about to be launched.
Spiatus completely let him go and ignored it.
When a document comes, he signs it; when he goes to the factory to inspect, he goes; when a researcher comes to report, he listens...
He went to the factory this morning to check on the vaccines that have recently been mass-produced and are scheduled to be officially launched on April 4, and to check if there were any problems.
It was already four o'clock in the afternoon when he left the factory. Thinking that he had not been to Apero for several days, he rushed to Tottori Prefecture again.
Running from morning till night - he took a skateboard to get from Gunma Prefecture, where the factory is located, to Tottori Prefecture - by himself - Sakai Byakuya decided to give himself a night off.
There is no need to worry about the apartment, Dora is already a very skilled poop scooper, and they can take good care of each other.
Jing Baiye went to the second floor to tidy up the bedroom briefly, took out her pajamas and took a bath. After washing, she sat in the living room and watched TV.
This channel is showing a variety show, which is a prank show with good ratings.
However, just when Jing Baiye was about to relax, his cell phone suddenly rang.
It's Apello calling.
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At the base in Tottori Prefecture, Apero was having a headache looking at the images on the surveillance camera.
This evening, Angstra came here to visit two undercover agents.
Scotland was imprisoned in Cell No. 1. The lower-level members who brought him meals said he was relatively silent. He once asked how Bourbon was and how Angstra was. After they refused to answer, he stopped talking to them.
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Apello also saw this from the surveillance. When Angostela didn't come, Scotland occasionally looked at the files on the table or watched TV to pass the time, and never messed around.
I don't know if he really accepted his fate or was thinking about something else.
Perhaps seeing his docile attitude, Angstra said a few words to him through the door, and even left a laptop behind when he left.
That computer can surf the Internet, watch videos, and play games, but it cannot communicate with the outside world and can only be used for entertainment.
On the Bourbon side, it's not so easy.
"...Half an hour ago, Bourbon almost attacked the member who was delivering food."
Apello's forehead twitched when he mentioned Bourbon.
If Scotland is too docile and makes people worry about whether he has ulterior motives, Bourbon is too noisy - making people sure that he will never give in and will try his best to escape.
There was no TV in Bourbon's cell, only some drug information in English. Perhaps because of Bourbon's radical attitude, Angstra did not leave him an expensive laptop when he arrived, but only gave him an English dictionary.
As a result, he started to make a fuss.
Usually, Apello will have three meals delivered to them on time at 8:00, 12:00 and 18:00. If they refuse to accept it or intentionally knock it over, they will deliver it again 2 hours later.
After Angostela left, Apello delivered dinner to them as usual. As a result, the Scottish side ate it well, but the Bourbon did not. Just when he asked the members to bring it to him again in 2 hours, he actually tried to attack
that member.
In the past few days, Bourbon had been dishonest at best - trying to hook up with the members delivering food or sneaking around the window - this was the first time he had done anything like this.
Apello believed that the undercover would not be so brainless, knowing that the restraints on his hands and feet were not removed, he would directly attack - or attack a low-level member instead of himself as a manager.
...It can't be that there is something in the dictionary that suddenly stimulates him, right?
The person in charge, Apello, had a headache, but he couldn't be killed or beaten, so he could only call and inquire. It was better to be treated as a waste with insufficient abilities than to be cut into thousands of pieces of flesh and blood if not handled properly.
"sedative."
"……Um?"
Apello thought he had heard wrongly.
"If Bourbon goes too far and affects you too much, use a sedative on him - remember to control it to a level that won't damage the brain."
There was no emotion or anger in Angostela's tone.
"……I see."
Apello was a little confused, but he answered quickly.
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After ending the call, Jing Baiye opened the communication section of the system.
There are only a few people in the family and friends group, and they will be automatically eliminated after the undercover agent is exposed.
In other words, if they were seriously injured or mentally traumatized, Jing Baiye would no longer be able to receive alerts. If he wanted to confirm their specific situation, he could only see them with his own eyes or find someone to ask.
The prank show on the TV reached its climax. The cheerful music and the laughter of the audience made the whole living room noisy.
But all this happiness has nothing to do with Jing Baiye.
Thinking of Apero's words, he sighed deeply.
Since their complete exposure, he has only seen them twice, once when they were imprisoned in the base, and once this evening.
His new identity made him extra busy. He could not delay the work of the group or organization just to see them more, let alone allow them to act as undercover agents and harm other members of the organization.
If he does this, he will push them towards death.
Spiatus wouldn't care, even if they really led the police to surround the Twin Towers skyscraper, he could probably stand by the floor-to-ceiling windows and watch the show, but Rum, Gin and Belmode would definitely be unhappy.
Jing Baiye got up and took the remote control to turn off the TV.
【...It's so boring, I might as well keep working.】
He threw the remote control back on the sofa and sent a message to Ireland that he would be in the safe house tonight and that he would be here tomorrow to pick up his mail and go to the second floor to rest.
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The night is getting darker.
The bulge on the bed moved from time to time, and the people sleeping inside huddled up, rolling restlessly from left to right, and then from right to left. After an unknown amount of time, the movement gradually stopped.
Jing Baiye fell asleep, and only the system, which never rested, was still observing everything quietly.
It stares at a certain value on the host character's board.
When its host first came back last year, this value was 50. Now...