"But now, it's not that important whether we can leave or not..." Kawakami put down his phone and said to himself.
The sun outside is getting hot again. The cloud that covered the sun moved away, and the light was very dazzling. It illuminated the room nearby with a dazzling yellow-white color.
Kawakami used his left arm to press his eyes.
Let your vision sink into darkness.
He suddenly felt sleepy.
How many all-nighters have you had recently? Two days, three days?
This is not his territory, so sleeping is definitely not possible, and there is a long way to go back to the safe house.
Kawakami was just lazy, lying on the sofa not wanting to move, fighting his sleepiness.
Maybe a lemon candy.
Kawakami's right hand reached into the hidden bag and took out one. He peeled off the candy wrapper and stuffed it into his mouth.
Sometimes, sweetness can calm people down.
"So, it's not that important whether we leave or not..." He whispered again in a low voice.
Kawakami couldn't help but think of that night when he was eleven years old, the seaside, the sinking cruise ship, the pier with hurried people, the cold sea breeze in early February, the shouts of people, the shredded sirens...
Although he only pieced together the truth from Barolo and Bermod's narrations, Kawakami's powerful imagination was enough to describe everything.
He must have made an impromptu decision and planned to take a desperate risk.
After seeing Qianki Yoshitatsu and confirming that he was related to the Japanese police, the idea of leaving the organization wrapped around the mind of Kawakami Tsumugi in his childhood like a creeping vine.
That is, as a child, he might have simulated it over and over again in his mind, and completed the plan again and again before he found a feasible solution - although in the current view of Kawakami, that plan was full of loopholes.
So, unsurprisingly, it failed.
To be fair, a large chain criminal organization like a winery is indeed not suitable for an 11-year-old child.
The training was hard and the tasks were boring. It was completely understandable that Tsumugi Kawakami wanted to change jobs at that time.
However, Tsumugi Kawakami is now 25 years old.
It’s impossible to know how old your mental age is, but your physical age is there. If you round it up, it’s almost three years old. Even though you have to clean your memory and start over again, you still have social experience.
In his view, the winery’s treatment is top-notch among similar organizations. Although there are certain inconveniences: such as memory cleaning, financial restrictions, real power restrictions, etc., the flaws are not outweighed.
There is absolutely no need to change jobs because of this, and then accept a severe beating from society while being hunted down by the organization's dragnet. Just watch others take the beating from society.
...Okay, Kawakamiji admitted that he is just lazy.
And I'm afraid of trouble, plus it's unnecessary.
It is also uncomfortable if the eyeball is pressed for a long time, sore, swollen and painful. Small pinprick-like stars have begun to appear in the artificially dark field of vision. Kawakami reluctantly moved his arm away from his eyes.
But there is light, there is still light, everywhere.
The light made Kawakami very uncomfortable, so he simply turned over and lay down on the sofa.
People need internal driving force to do something. The more difficult the thing is, the greater the internal driving force required.
Breathing is to absorb oxygen, eating is to obtain energy, mating and reproduction is to pass on genes, this is called instinct;
Acquiring knowledge is for continuous exploration, seeking pleasure is for enjoying pleasure, socializing with people is for dispelling loneliness, this is called need;
Rebelling against life and death is to capture miracles, moths fly into the flame to catch a glimpse of the light, and falling into the abyss is to burn away the darkness. This is called faith;
Kawakami Jiji has the first two, but the word faith is too ethereal for him.
Whether it’s the research team working tirelessly to achieve the bullshit goal of immortality; whether it’s Alain Robert who knows there’s a dead end but still tries; or whether it’s the undercover agents in the organization who jump into the bottomless pit one after another...
Kawakamiji doesn't have this kind of internal drive.
Even if he can obtain the lost memory, for him, it is only a goal at the level of "need", and it is still far away from the level of "belief".
Just like lemon candy, you will feel very uncomfortable if you can't eat it, but you won't have any thoughts in this world if you don't eat it.
People can live without the past, but they cannot live without the present and future.
Although sometimes, sometimes he will have strong thoughts about his past, he will not devote all his energy to it.
Therefore, although Kawakami Tsumugi has a way to preserve his memory by obtaining character points through the system and purchasing [Memory Archive], he is not too enthusiastic about it, at least much less enthusiastic than buying lemon candies.
On the one hand, the origin of the system is unknown, so it is difficult for him to fully trust it; on the other hand... his nature is hard to change, and it is too difficult for him to let a three-minute hot contestant do one thing continuously and continuously.
From this perspective, the winery provided him with a goal in life, a step-by-step behavior pattern, and a life that could escape disorder even without internal drive.
Moreover, there are undercover agents to tease, colleagues to tease, some tasks are quite interesting, and that gentleman can barely be considered a reliable supervisor... just barely.
This is enough.
That was enough for him.
Otherwise, his life will be a trackless ship on the sea, with no power and no anchor. Although Kawakami Tsumugi himself can also find something to chase, the character of Three Minutes of Heat makes it difficult for him to keep going without external force.
Anyway, the organization is okay, so I'll make do with it.
There is no way to clear the memory, and it is a bit troublesome to avoid it. However, the person who untied the bell must also tie the bell. Only the organization has mastered this key technology. If you change jobs, you will only be further away from the goal.
Originally, this was what Kawakami Jijin's research group was doing. He even gritted his teeth and studied for a doctorate in pharmacy. However, he got tired of staying there within a year.
First there were annoying co-workers, and then I was transferred to a place where I couldn't even buy lemon candies.
Now that my husband pays more attention to Shirley, it is not appropriate for him to join the research group. Let’s try the system route for now.
And regarding the key figures, Tsuyoshi Kawakami also had a barely reliable guess.
——What he concluded from Matsuda Jinpei, Scotland, Shirley and Miyano Akemi was just that he didn't like that guess.
Thinking of the system, Kawakami couldn't help but open the panel.
His current character points are only 57, and the character points in [Memory Archive] require 100. He spent three days fishing and two days drying nets to save up, which was more than half of what he earned.
Human passions and expectations have a certain cycle. If it is too difficult to obtain character points, it will make people slack off.
In most transactions, the seller makes a profit. As a seller, the system is not eager for this. It neither lowered prices nor launched new products to induce consumption.
It seems like it’s really just a dead thing.
But it can't be a dead thing, as you can see from the [Personal File].
The rating in the "Explosion Ability" column is still B, but the subsequent comment changed to: "The factory exploded well."
Only if you know his recent situation can you update the review.
Acts like a dead thing, but might be spying on him. Kawakami is stuck just right in the balance between vigilance and curiosity.
"Tsk... So why don't you recognize Barolo?" Tsumugi Kawakami couldn't help scolding him, "If that guy Qianki Yoshitatsu cooperates, I can still get some more wool..."
As usual, the thing was silent.
"Tsk, what's the use of you..."
Kawakamiji slowly moved up from the sofa.
The lemon candy had melted to the size of a mung bean. He bit it into pieces, and the last bit of sweet and sour feeling filled his lips and teeth.
There's no point in staying on his subordinate's territory. It's time for him to go back.
