Two days later, Hope Orphanage, Tokyo, Japan.
"World-class movie star Sharon Wynyard announced her retirement in a low-key manner four years ago, and the entire film and television industry sighed with regret. But her daughter Chrissy Wynyard has become famous since then——"
In the room on the first floor, a pale girl wearing a blue striped hospital gown was watching TV attentively.
The TV is showing an interview with rising movie star Chrissy Wynyard.
In the video, the silver-haired beauty is calmly responding to reporters' tricky questions, smiling elegantly and neither being humble nor overbearing.
"...My mother has always been a mysterious woman, and I also respect secrets and respect all her choices..."
"...Yes, our mother and daughter have funded the Hope Orphanage for seven years and helped a total of 12 seriously ill children escape from the disease..."
"...In this event, we will raise funds for seven welfare institutions including Hope Orphanage..."
Facing the camera, Chris Wynyard's smile is as bright as the sun: "We will hold up hope!"
The live broadcast ends and the next news follows.
When Toru Amuro opened the door, he heard Chris Wynyard's words, "We will hold up hope."
He paused.
According to his information, Wynyard and her daughter have always been keen on charity and have provided long-term support to many welfare institutions such as Hope Orphanage. Each donation is genuine and the path can be traced.
Tohru Amuro was not sure whether Ms. Wynyard was an insider of the organization.
If she is not an insider, then she is innocent and implicated. If so...
Combined with what she said about "raising hope", it is ironic.
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The organization will conduct a major transaction at tomorrow's fundraising ceremony, and will dispatch the most mysterious code-named member of the organization's intelligence team, Belmode.
Belmod is known as the "Thousand-Faced Witch" within the organization. According to various true and false rumors found by Amuro Toru, this Thousand-Faced Witch can disguise herself as anyone.
As an outsider of the organization, the order he received was to sneak into the media designated for the press conference, the Japanese TV station, before the press conference started.
If an accident occurs, media channels for external publicity will be cut off as soon as possible to prevent the leakage of organizational information.
"Miss Fukaya." Toru Amuro called the attention of the woman in hospital gown.
"Do we need to rehearse?" The woman turned back with a gentle smile.
"Yes, is it convenient now, Miss Fukaya?"
Yoko Fukaya is a representative of the Hope Orphanage. She suffers from congenital heart disease and has been receiving financial support from Wynyard and her daughter.
She will lay flowers to Ms Chris Wynyard at the donation ceremony tomorrow.
The tasks assigned to Toru Amuro by Nippon Television were to give a speech at the rehearsal ceremony with Yoko Fukaya and to answer the questions during the interview.
It's just a formalistic show.
This ritual has always been a social vehicle for the upper class to flaunt their generosity, but its darker purpose is to avoid taxes and launder money.
However, the welfare organizations funded by Wynyard are very formal and their accounts are very transparent. It is also a good thing that the money can be used for orphans.
Yoko Fukaya obviously didn't know these twists and turns, her brown eyes were full of brilliance with joy:
"Of course it's convenient." Yoko Fukaya groped her way out of the bed, "I'm sorry that I'm not in good health and I need you to come in person, Mr. Amuro."
Before that, they had been rehearsing online over the phone and had a certain understanding of each other.
Toru Amuro moved forward to help him naturally.
Yoko Fukaya was a little surprised, but the other person's support was full of respect. She lowered her head and blushed on her pale cheeks.
Not disguise.
Toru Amuro made a judgment after close observation.
He felt that he was a little suspicious, and he couldn't be suspicious of everyone just because Belmod could disguise himself...
"Mr. Amuro is more gentle and handsome than I thought." Yoko Fukaya said softly, softly and timidly.
Apart from suffering from illness, she is no different from any ordinary girl of this age.
The two sat down facing each other. Toru Amuro also responded: "Miss Fukaya is also more beautiful and stronger than I thought."
"You can call me Yoko, Mr. Amuro."
"Okay, Miss Yoko." Toru Amuro opened the notebook in his hand, "Let's get started."
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Perhaps out of concern for her physical condition, the rehearsal ended not long after.
Yoko Fukaya slowly moved herself back to the bed. She looked at Toru Amuro's retreating back through the window and fell into deep thought.
Yoko ran her hands along the hem of her clothes and felt a hard object on the inner edge of the hem at the back. She carefully took it off and put it in front of her eyes for a closer look.
As expected, it was a miniature listening device.
The two had a good chat on the phone during the online interview, but in Japan, the etiquette between men and women is conservative, but he approached her directly the first time they met.
Although Toru Amuro's appearance is very cosmopolitan and can be explained by his helpfulness and informality, he is still too conspicuous.
The other party was suspicious, but subconsciously let down his guard because of her weak appearance.
Yoko Fukaya casually stuck the bug under the sheets and switched the TV to a popular youth idol drama.
Turn the volume up a few degrees. The male and female protagonists hugged each other tightly by the artificial lake and expressed their deepest feelings to each other.
She walked silently into the bathroom.
"Belmod." Yoko took out her mobile phone from behind the sink, "I think I should be able to become an actor if I enter the film and television industry."
It was a slightly hoarse male voice that spoke.
"It looks like you had a lot of fun, Kashasha."
"You come here if you think you're happy." Tsumugi Kawakami was full of resentment, "I knew it would be up to you to ask me to help."
Two days ago, Kawakami Tsumugi happily let go of Gin's dove and got into Belmod's car.
Half an hour later, he looked at the information in his hand and regretted: "I think you can find someone else for this task."
"My dear, no rejection is valid."
"Okay." Kawakami knew that he had no right to refuse, "Who said that the organization, apart from you, me, and a huge undercover group, can't select members with outstanding acting skills? Let me see... ..."
"Youko Fukaya, female, 17 years old, a patient with congenital heart disease. She was adopted by Hope Orphanage when she was five years old. She died a week ago... You want me to play a seventeen-year-old girl?"
"We can't let a 'huge undercover group' act." Belmod shrugged, "Your words have added a lot of workload to Gin."
As a well-established member of the organization, Tsumugi Kawakami has contributed a lot to the organization.
I have killed people, set fires, and been in laboratories; not to mention dressing up as a woman, I have been tricked by Belmode into going to the slums of the red light district to experience all kinds of things in the world.
"There are too many uncontrollable factors in your plan." Kawakami said.
"Your role is just incidental. This is a long-term mission. All you need to do is attract the attention of the target person. The organization does not require progress."
"That's not possible." Tsumugi Kawakami collected the information, "Since I joined the operation team, my mission completion rate has always been 100%. You can't let this data go away."
"Then come on, honey."
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Now Kawakamiji wants to shoot himself to death for agreeing in the first place.
He thought that as a patient, he could just be a little vase, but in the end, he had a sore throat just from practicing the falsetto in two days.
