There are more than 10 million words, and Kawakamiji remembers every word and sentence.
But recalling in the brain and browsing with the eyes are completely different. If conditions permit, Kawakami will naturally choose the latter.
The result is addictive as soon as you watch it.
Tsuyoshi Kawakami's writing skills are pretty good, and the review can't be written without a little eloquence. Especially the life experience part, the plot has ups and downs and twists and turns, which makes people want to stop.
Well, it’s written so well, as expected of me.
After watching a third of it with gusto, Kawakami finally remembered that there was still something serious to do...
Tsk, forget it, there’s no rush. Anyway, there is still Belmode as an intelligence source, so let’s leave the matter of Barolo aside for now...
Tsumugi Kawakami is used to multi-threading. It is normal to do several completely unrelated things at the same time. He mainly prioritizes his own interests, and he is more interested in reading novels now.
Unfortunately, not long after, Rum sent an uninterested email.
[What do you want to confirm? ———Rum ]
[This...confirm my writing style. ——Cachaca]
[I have read most of the light novels on the market, and I have been in a bit of a book shortage recently. Suddenly I realized that my review was pretty good. ——Cachaca]
[......——-Rum]
[My writing is better than most light novelists, confirmed. By the way, has the organization invested in a publishing house? ——Cachaca]
Rum ignored him.
Viewing permission has been withdrawn. A minute later, the other party sent two contracts, in Japanese, with a total of seventy or eighty pages. Visual inspection is to organize some white asset transactions, and confidentiality is not strong.
[Translate these into French, German, and Italian, and give them to me within today. ———Rum]
[……yes. ——Cachaca]
There is no shortage of translators within organizations. Rum's meaning is very clear: If you are bored, find something serious for me to do.
Therefore, many of Kawakami's works were done by himself.
But teasing your boss is really fun.
It was Kawakami's habit to hide his true purpose in nonsensical whims. He likes to apply to review reviews every three or five times, and every time he uses reasons that may seem fine at first glance but are actually ridiculous or unclear.
At first, Rum carefully reviewed his purpose, but as time went by, he got tired of it.
However, it cannot be rejected directly, because it is Rum's responsibility to supervise the application authority.
If something was really delayed, Kashasha would have reason to go to that gentleman and file a complaint.
So it evolved into the current situation. The application was approved, but the workload increased.
Just add more, Kawakami said he loves his work.
There was no need to read the review, so Kawakami began to translate the document with great pain.
Finished within today...it looks like it will take an all-nighter. By the way, after midnight, does it count as the same day?
In fact, the translation is not troublesome, mainly because the volume is large and it is in three languages...
On the bright side, Rum's attitude toward him remains the same, and his fooling around with Belmode should not have been exposed...
Tsk, Rum must know about Barolo, but Rum must not know about Barolo knowing him...
…
Three o'clock in the morning.
The moonlight shines equally on all sleepless people.
The camera on the wall of the safe house quietly turned on, glowing with a faint red light, and the back of the gray-haired young man was reflected in the mirror.
The latter was concentrating on translating the document.
As if aware of the camera being turned on, the gray-haired young man turned back and said hello listlessly to the camera.
"Good evening, sir." Kashasha said sleepily, "Are you still up so late?"
The implication is obvious.
The gentleman was silent for a while.
"Trying with rum again?" asked the gentleman.
"It's obvious that he is torturing me." Kashasha whispered, unable to hold back a yawn, with a hint of grievance in the understatement.
Pretending, Kashasha also stayed up late when he wasn't working overtime.
Kashasha has always been dissatisfied with the fact that he gave Rum the review rights, so he always complained in this vexatious way.
"It seems that you have adapted well to the action team." The gentleman said.
"I've been working hard, sir."
"You can do the translation thing tomorrow."
"Thank you, sir!"
Kashasha became visibly happy. Closing the computer with relief.
"Sir, shall I go to bed?" Kashasha asked tentatively.
"Um."
The gentleman disengaged remote monitoring.
"What do you think of Kashasha?" he asked.
How about Kashasha? Rum didn't expect to ask him.
Everyone in the winery is a night owl. At this time, the two leaders are discussing the message brought by Belmod and the follow-up.
"Loyal to the organization, but too restless in nature." Rum answered cautiously.
"Are you loyal to the organization..." the gentleman said to himself, "I hope so, but I'm afraid he will be like the previous generation of Kashasha..."
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Kawakami was temporarily liberated, but some people were still running around in sleepless nights.
The police sent Toru Amuro an update on the situation.
Two people in the police force had their identities replaced.
The main character was knocked unconscious, stripped naked, and locked in a utility room at the scene of the crime. They were not discovered until the two of them woke up and went back to the police station.
Toru Amuro:......
My home was robbed, and now I find out that I still need to find the owner himself.
He took a deep breath and suddenly found that the subordinate Feng Jian assigned to him was already quite good.
It should be Belmode and another member of the organization who can change their identities and sneak into the police force. The information destroyed in the explosion must have been important.
So what does the organization need that information for?
Still not enough information.
Toru Amuro was a little irritated.
If he was higher up in the organization, he should know more...if only he had gotten the code name.
Forget it, daydreaming is useless, he has to work his way up to get the code name.
Toru Amuro estimated the time and planned to go to the scene to see if he could find out some useful information.
The night is dark and windy.
Toru Amuro easily avoided the people following him at the winery. He was dressed in black and wore a peaked cap. The black mask covered the lower half of his face, so tight that only his eyes were exposed.
The taxi passed through the silent streets.
Taxis are the least likely means of arousing suspicion, and the police have equipped them with specially designed taxis for lurking.
When he arrived near his destination, Toru Amuro parked his car and walked towards the destroyed stronghold. He climbed over the blockade arranged by the police.
The scene was mottled with footprints and a mess. Even if there were any traces, they were completely destroyed.
Toru Amuro went up to the third floor.
Nothing was left in room 3201. Toru Amuro looked around, and the walls were covered with scorch marks from the explosion.
The wind blew through the window and the dust swirled on the ground, giving it the atmosphere of a haunted house.
At most, he could roughly judge the location of the explosives through the distribution of scorch marks. Toru Amuro had to admit that he could not find any more information than the police.
Toru Amuro thought for a while, returned to the first floor, and found the utility room where the replacement had hidden the two policemen.
The utility room was not big, and there were all kinds of clothes piled in it, perhaps the victims' clothes. Now that all the clothes were taken away as evidence, the utility room became empty.
The two policemen were stuffed into an iron cabinet against the wall. When the two men broke free, the cabinet door was violently dismantled and hung down on the edge of the cabinet.
Toru Amuro walked a few steps further in, and suddenly a red light flashed in his field of vision————
