PitBabe series2

Months ago. 

 

"What are you doing here?

 

.. Kenta?"

 

I can't deny that meeting him here is unexpected. More than that, his identity reflects some changes that can't be answered. What kind of change will rise to the peak or enter eternal darkness? That's beyond my ability to answer. But I can only confidently answer that our peace lasts only two years.

 

Kenta lowered his eyes. He wouldn't think he would be caught. And he didn't know that the person who met him would be me, a former ally he had played two years ago until he almost didn't survive. If you ask if I'm still offended or resentful of him about that, I could say no because I assumed from that day that we wouldn't have a chance to meet again. Who would think that the story that was felt is over? There will be a sequel waiting.

 

"Is it the police?" Because the suspect refused to open his mouth, I had to threaten him.

 

"Don't... Please," Kenta replied. His worried expression surprised me because I understand that those under Tony's supervision do not need to fear the police when their boss is bigger than the commander-in-chief.

 

"I swear I'm not here to cause trouble for you. I'm just looking for things."

 

"What's it?"

 

Kenta looked away again. If it had been before, he wouldn't have wasted time paying attention to my question like this. He would have chosen to answer, 'What are you doing?' or something like that. But now, he hesitates, as if he wants to tell but doesn't know what he should say to him.

 

"If you don't answer, I will call the police."

 

"Of..." He still seemed hesitant until the last second. "Way's things" His answer didn't seem very clear. It's like a fist-pounding answer. This used to be Way before. Of course, if you want to come in and get something of that, there is a ninety per cent chance that it will be Way's. Therefore, even if he answered the question, it didn't make me more confident that his coming was not a concern.

"What's it?" I continue.

 

"I don't know how to tell it."

 

"If you answer like this, I don't know how to connect you."

 

"I don't know. He just told me to get it," Kenta replied with a serious expression. "It took me a long time. Since before the auction two years ago, I don't know why. He chose to tell me. He won't tell me anything. I only know that there are essential things in the safe.

Way said that if he's  no longer there, open the safe."

 

I stared at his face cautiously between belief and disbelief. Both ways seem to have a lot of paying. From Kenta's facial expression and attitude, I admit he looks reliable, heartwarming and anxious. I have never seen this from a robot servant like him before, but at the same time, the fact that Way chose to tell Kenta this information made me hesitate. If he said it was true, I think the items in the safe should be essential. Otherwise, he wouldn't have asked me to open it after he died. If that's the case, why didn't Way choose to tell Alan, the person he signed for this showroom? Or Babe, who is an important best friend, why Kenta? Did these two people have a close relationship when they were in that house? It doesn't seem right. As far as I know, Babe said that Way was held separately in another mansion. As a result, he didn't meet other children like Babe, Pete and Kenta at that time. (Charlie and Jeff are considered another generation. It seems Charlie will be raised after Babe has even left the house. Therefore, closeness is unlikely to be a possible reason or may be related to Tony.

 

If the important thing is related to that bastard, Way chose to bury it.

 

Does Kenta sound more reasonable?

 

What should I do? Should I believe him?

 

"This... Listen," Kenta stepped closer to me. His voice became softer, as if he feared someone else would hear this conversation. But no matter how smooth the voice was, I could feel the strength in every word he uttered. "Now the situation has changed."

 

"What does it mean... That changed"

 

"Everything may not be as you understand. What you think is over may not be over," Kenta said. His eyes reflected an intense, dense fear, as if talking about it could make fear bite the brain. "People who think they are dead may.... Not dead yet."

 

Kenta didn't even have time to mention his name. But there was the face of a person popping up in my head. The fear that was eating Kenta came to my job, too. I swallowed my saliva down my throat with difficulty. The story, he said, seems incredible. But while the same. Deep in my heart, I kept whispering that this was the truth. It's not that incredible. We never got rid of that bastard.

 

"Tony doesn't trust me like before, and I no longer want to work for him. But I still can't come out. Now, I have to find a way to be independent. "Kenta looked at me openly. This is probably the first time I've seen his soul seriously. He experienced the words that came out of the brain and the feeling sent directly from his heart, not an order that was embedded in the working system, like before

 

"I don't know if it can help me, but now I have no choice. Otherwise, I have to try every possible way. Make it the fastest and quietest."

 

I don't know anything. I only know that... I want to believe him.

 

"So please," Kenta said with a pleading look. "Keep this a secret. I promise not to cause trouble for you or your friends. Just let me handle my matter."

 

Some things I may have to try to do are beyond my expectations.

 

"Okay," I replied. Kenta sighed heavily in relief, "But you have to give it. I'll watch it, too."

 

"Huh?"

 

The expression that had been relaxed for just a second was messed up again.

 

"You have to show me what the things in that safe are. After this, I will keep an eye on every step you take. I can deal with you in time if you think about it." His expression clearly showed that he didn't like this offer. But I still insisted on my own words. And if he didn't agree to accept the offer, of course, this was not just a secret between the two of us anymore.

"Well, come on, do whatever you want."

 

Because of that, our agreement was enacted at the Pu Alans showroom, and there is

Effective from then until now. 

 

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"After this, you can always contact me if you have anything. Or Ken is fine, okay?"

 

"Eh," I nodded briefly before closing the door in the face of Winner and Kenta. The address broke into the house and mercilessly threw the World Day proposal at each other.

 

I awkwardly dragged my feet back and sat on the sofa in the middle of the living room, leaning back against the backrest with all my strength, even though, since I woke up, I hadn't done anything except talk to those two guys.

 

'Charlie, he went to the length of many adults. Even if it's not Mr Tony, he still won't stop. Soon, he will be ordered by others anyway. How kind is Mr Tony, who made this proposal?"

 

'That kid is stubborn. But if it's you, he will listen. It may take time. A little bit, but I think it's worth it.'

 

'Mr Tony doesn't want to have the same thing as the last round. Your side is lost. My side is lost. But think about it. As long as you can persuade Charlie, everyone will be safe. No one will be in trouble. No one is hurt. And you will get your boyfriend back. What else to hesitate?'

 

'Can you allow someone else to do Charlie? I'm serious, even though you have a way to protect him.

 

Can you do it?' And many more that Winner brought to tell me to accept the agreement. Not every sentence can buy my heart. But I have to admit that the overall content makes me weak. Even though I know this is a human offer, I hate it the most. I think that I have to cooperate with Tony. I'm so disgusted with myself that I can't stand it anymore. But if I turn away and let this matter go. I may have to feel guilty for the rest of my life. If, in the end, I have to lose Charlie.

 

I can't tell you how many things Winner said are true. But I can tell for sure that they want to get rid of Charlie because Charlie's goals are clearly contrary to their interests. The more Charlie puts himself in the light and uses the media to play them openly like this. To let Charlie float it will be a stupid thing. Sooner or later, those bastards must find a way to deal with Charlie. That's why I chose to accept the offer, even though it's against my principles.

 

From now on, I just have to try to make Charlie give up on that project. In the past, I have never persuaded him seriously. There is only a touchiness and low-mindedness that he focuses on it more than I, which should not make Charlie soft-hearted. People who rely mainly on reason, like him, should use empathy more when fighting. Or at least, if I try to talk to him calmly. Not sure, Charlie may change his mind.

 

If I can make Charlie change his mind, everything will be back to the same. He will come back to me. We will be together every day in peace. There is no matter whether it's Tony or anyone else that makes us confused. And the agreement between Tony and me today will be landfilled forever. Never leaked to Charlie's ears.

 

That's my intention and expectation, but a sign of change. The big deal began just a few days after the deal was made.

 

"There is something you should know."

 

Kenta came back to my house again. This time, he came alone. There was not much mouth like Winner. And his careful attitude made me guess that he intended to meet me alone. Not because Winner or other subordinates are busy.

 

"I don't know if your choice is right or not. And Phu won't suggest anything. I'm just telling you about this because I think you might have a chance to take advantage of it.

 

This is the first time I feel that I am on the same side as Kenta. Although he does not show a clear willingness to join, I can feel his sincerity. Even though there is nothing to confirm, except his words and gestures that look like rebellion, which maybe this is just a show to buy my heart, but I don't know. I don't think my intuition is wrong.

 

"That I stabbed him that day, I'm sure he really died. I didn't deliberately stab myself to avoid the important point." One of my long-standing doubts was solved without setting up. I've always wondered why Tony survived. Even though that day I saw with my own eyes that Kenta stabbed him with a knife until the middle of the handle, such a large pile of blood flowed on the floor. No matter how you look at it, it's unlikely to survive. Plus, every news agency also came out to confirm the death of the big tycoon. No one thought he would be alive. If it wasn't for approaching me, I would think it was really dead.

 

"But he still survives because he's not an ordinary person." Something that used to be deformed. Today, it has been fulfilled until he becomes a complete picture. An image that looks reasonable and explains the whole world transparently.

 

"Tony is a special person like you guys." The fact that Kenta said that Tony, instead of you, is a little bit biting, but I have to admit the satisfaction is not light. Whether intentional or not, that kind of calling makes my trust in him increase rapidly.

"Do you mean he has the same sense?"

 

"Huh, otherwise he will dare to do such a damn business?" Kenta replied, "You can control hundreds of people with a sense. If there's nothing special, you won't take them."

 

The more Kenta said, the more questions I had chosen to ignore for a long time were gradually answered one by one. The reality is that it would be impossible for all the Chens to choose Tony's side with loyalty. Of course, those who love him as a real father exist. The second is those who live on because there is no way to go. Some senses do not make it easier to have power or be in society. Many people have been swept away since they were young. There are no family or relatives. They were raised by Tony's people since childhood, so they have no idea how to go anywhere else. Or even if I think about going, I'm not brave enough because it's buried from the first day that the world is dangerous for those who have a sense. Come out, it is not accepted. Come out, but be exploited, deceived, and hunted, to take advantage of. Facing the unknown is scary for them

 

The third are those who are so afraid of threats that they don't dare disobey. Since I was in the house, I've always heard that escape is a serious offence. If the person who escapes is caught, they will be caught in a dark room where no one knows what's going on. But it's definitely not the room to sleep and rest. And in case of a successful escape, the family of close relatives, friends and close people who are still outside will also be hit by a stray child. I've heard the guards say that there was a family whose house was burned. The child's parents and brother, who escaped and died at the same time in the kitchen, just a few days after the child escaped from the house. I may be lucky that there were no relatives or acquaintances. So I accepted karma.

 

It's good to survive, but in addition to the first three types, I forgot that there is another hidden group. That is a group of people who stay for profit. I've never met this group before, but it's very likely that Tony will sell them some dreams and motivate them to stay and wait for the day of success. From the introduction to Kenta, there are quite a few.

 

"I've never seen him do anything before," I said while thinking back to the possibilities about this master's sense in my head. But no matter how you think about it, there's nothing. That looked at him. "People like him never let their hands go in vain. What is the reason why he refuses to use his senses?"

 

"Because of its sense, it can only be used occasionally."

 

"What does it mean?" I asked with confusion. Since I was born, I think I've never encountered this kind of sense before. Therefore, I can't imagine what some opportunities are.

 

"Tony, he's not dead."

 

Kenta’s answer seems to be clear. It clears many doubts, but at the same time, it ties many more knots in my brain. 

 

"I mean... Is he immortal?"

 

"It's cheaper to call it semi-immortal," Kenta replied before explaining. "It can die like a normal person. But the body has a mechanism that makes it recover. That's its own blood."

 

"Blood?"

 

"Yes, only half a drop of blood or less. If it goes into the mouth when it is close to death or within half an hour after stopping breathing, it will recover again. The body will be treated to return to its strongest condition as before."

 

Therefore, it's correct that I've never seen Tony use his senses before. How many times will I see him die? And even the time I saw his corpse with his eyes, it was still not a real death. We didn't even care to notice that he was stabbed until he fell down. How has Tony's body changed? We just mess with our affairs and let Satan cheat death successfully.

 

"Its blood is the key. If you eat your own blood, you won't die anyway. And this blood

It only works for itself. Letting others eat it doesn't help you come back to life."

 

"Wow.. You're a cheater," I moaned. From the beginning, I thought about dealing with the master.

 

This is already a headache. Now I find that it's more than just a headache. Because the enemy I want to get rid of the most is sticky skin that can't be killed. "It means he will stay. Damn things like this, right? Until I die, will he still be there?"

 

"No, he can die," Kenta replied in a flat voice. His answer confused me again because this sentence completely contradicts what he said before. "I told you that if the blood gets into the mouth in time, it will survive.... It means that if we can't make him eat blood, everything is over."

 

"It's easy to say it."

 

"It's not easy, but there are many ways to do it," the Japanese replied with a confident expression, who had to lie down for many nights and think about how he could do it. Before talking to me today, "Of course, not every time the dead will bleed. Or in some places, even bleeding, it may not be strong enough to put his hand into his mouth or bend down to lick himself. Therefore, the main method he likes to use is to bite his tongue."

 

It's true... It's that simple.

 

It's not surprising that bad people like him don't die.

 

"So if you are going to kill him, the first thing is to make sure that no one will help him within the first half hour. Even if it stops breathing, you must keep the body away from your subordinates or anyone who doesn't want it to die."

 

"The second is to try not to make it bleed. Because sometimes there may be a rhythm to blood splashing into the mouth or flowing into it. Third, don't let him cover its mouth. Find something to stuff in the mouth as tightly as possible. So he can't bite. And fourth, if you want to kill him, you have to kill him to the fullest. Make sure that he can't move. Because even if you put something in his mouth and tie his hands and feet, if he still moves, he may use the last force to hit the ground to get blood. Don't forget that just a drop of blood splashed into the mouth. That's used. Therefore, if it were me, I would have ploughed my mouth with the blood that's dirty on the floor. Anyway, there must be some escape."

 

To be honest, since I was born, I've never had to think of a way to kill someone like this before, even if it's a person I hate. But killing other humans thoughtfully is so cruel. Just thinking about it makes me nauseous, and I want to vomit, but Kenta said it easily and step by step. I don't dare to imagine how bad his life must be. And how low is Tony to be able to raise a person to grow up like this?

 

"I don't know if you'll have a chance to use it or not. No, the one you agreed with might work," Kenta said in a low voice. Maybe it's because I accidentally showed some facial expression. So he thought I was scared or disgusted with him, even though it wasn't at all. I'm... I feel sorry for him. "But if it doesn't work, you may have to kill him before he kills you."

 

"Why did you tell me about this?" I can't help but ask, "What if you know about these things? Anyway, why don't you do it yourself?"

 

"Because I don't have the wisdom to do it," Kenta replied. He stared away as if he didn't dare to meet my eyes. "I'm the only one. If I did it, I would die in the end. But you have a friend... Everyone is ready to help you."

 

I could feel the flickering in Kenta's eyes for a glance. He is not like Kenta that I know today. He seems to be alive. There is a strong spirit and will, but there is a big chain that still binds him. Sending news and sharing everything he knows with someone is what he does best.

 

And that person is me.

 

"How do you know about these things?"

 

"Way said"

 

I froze, swearing that this was not the answer I had thought of. It was not close to the tip of the nail.

 

"Way kept a record of Tony in the safe hidden in the showroom. He brought me a key card and a safe code long ago. He said that if something happened to him, he would open the safe, but I was in jail first. So I just came to open it now."

 

Even though he's dead, Way still maliciously plays with my mind. Keep these things close. Keep your mouth shut as if you've never realised anything. Act like you're on Tony's side. Make me and everyone hate him. Then drop the big ball. Personally, I played to death and ran away without responsibility.

 

Way was no different from Kenta. He knew what to do, but he didn't dare take action on himself, so he borrowed someone else's hand and chose the day when he didn't have to know anything about it anymore. He was really selfish right up to the last minute.

 

"Way should I think that I'm the one who is close to Tony. I have the best chance to do it. So he chose to leave it with me."

 

"But you don't do this"

"He would have missed this. Way underestimated me too much." Kenta shrugged. He didn't seem hurt that he couldn't do what Way had set out. "Besides, he shouldn't like that I told you this much."

 

"Why... Is it because I'm stingy?"

 

"Are you crazy? He didn't tell me because he didn't want you to mess with that house." I admit that I didn't think about it at all.

 

The idea that Way is trying to protect me is not the first thought that comes to my head. Two years ago, he did something really bad to me.

 

"Way knows how hard you tried to get out of there. He wouldn't dare to drag you back.

Let's mess with me."

 

"But did you do that to me?"

 

"So, what do you come to ask me? When you decide, you don't come to consult me at all." On that day, Kenta told me everything he knew about Tony. It's not just about the life that Tony tried to cover up. But also Tony's weaknesses, dead ends and dangerous points in the big house. Various businesses that Tony manages include the situation inside the home. Kenta said that Tony has expanded the line much wider than before. There are people in both the government and the army. Those are the major sponsors for some projects.

 

Tony deliberately hides it from Kenta because he no longer trusts him as much as before. He just keeps it by his side because he regrets his ability. (In this regard, Kenta guesses that it may be related to the new project that Tony is working on.) Kenta chose to tell me these inside things because he realises he may be eliminated at any time. If he makes Tony suspicious, he is afraid that all the information he knows will die with him in vain.

 

"Thank you... All of them, "I didn't expect to say something like this to Kenta. He looked shocked (inclined towards disgust) as well. Kenta didn't answer anything. He waved his hand gently to say that before turning around and walking into the car. "Hey"

 

I called him. Kenta turned around and looked at me with a sour face. What?

 

Again?

 

"Do you want to be my friend?"

"Huh?" Kenta exclaimed. I think that's the highest sound I've heard from him. Plus, his face is misshapen. It makes me start to feel embarrassed about asking something like that.

 

"I made a sad face when I said I had a friend."

 

"So, how do you translate that I want to be friends with you?"

 

"I don't know," I shrugged. But everyone wants to be friends with me. That's it."

 

"Let's leave me one"

 

"Hey"

 

I admit that I can't think of words. So I can only wave my hand to chase away Kenta. The man who doesn't want to be friends with me. Then turn around and walk into the house. While in my head, I'm spinning. Very turbulent, with a lot of information coming in without interruption over a few days. There are many things that I have to decide for myself. People who used to be friends can't help me anymore. Now I'm the only one left. And the story after this. In the end, whether it's a head or a tail, it will depend on my hand.

 

Harassing and hindering Charlie is not easy. I need to use a huge amount of mental and physical energy to fight a handsome brain like Charlie's. Each day goes by with difficulty. Various emotions that are hard to adjust to. But if to summarise, overall, I think it's a fun experience.

 

I know how serious what I'm doing is. The deaths of many people hang on my shoulders. But it wouldn't be a serious offence. If I discover the fun of this challenging mission, think about it. Now I'm facing Charlie in the form of my ex-boyfriend. He's still the same Charlie, but with a stronger outer shell. He openly showed cunning and was brave enough to be cold to me. I regretted many times because of those heartbreaking changes. But many times it made me excited. Maybe it's because I love Charlie too much. Instead of being angry that he was mean to each other, I found that the meanness made him look more attractive. Therefore, harassing him has to make him have fun again today.

 

But at the same time, the fun is mixed with enormous pressure. I have to report that I have returned to the big house every day. Each step is never free. I realise that every step follows me. Therefore, everyday life has become a drama for me. I have to show myself as an enemy of Charlie. Try to steal his secrets and send the report back to earn Tony's trust. At first, my report was almost one hundred per cent true. Because Tony's superior card may cause Charlie to give up faster. But I found that it's not at all. The more Charlie is disadvantaged, the stronger and more ambitious he is. There is no way to decrease over time. Our closeness is gradually increasing.

 

Until almost as much as before the breakup, and because there is no status to hang around the neck like before this time, I can understand Charlie more. Some things that I used to think I would never understand. Suddenly, it makes sense. I don't know if it's because I long for him. But in the end, the destination is the same. That is, I don't want to break his rest anymore.

 

I want Charlie's dream to come true. Whether that dream has me or not.

 

And the path to that dream appeared before me without a sign after I had cut down many paths because of my shallow thoughts.

 

"Why is it Phu?" I just realised that I use this sentence too often.

 

"I have to ask who it would be if it weren't for you?" My little house had the opportunity to receive unexpected guests again. Two months after Kenta visited, someone else stopped by without an appointment. And even more impolite, I'm sure I'll never tell this guy where I am.

 

"Why don't you try to do it yourself? You're so good at it."

 

"Charlie doesn't choose to date people with real brains either."

 

"Chris"

 

The arrival of this person is more shocking than Kenta's. First, I'm sure we're not close enough to break into each other's houses. And second, I'm confident that I'm always clear. Things that I don't like. No matter what the reason

 

"I don't want to sit and talk to you, but this is important, so help. Act like an adult for an hour. It's considered begging."

 

Although there are many curse words in my head waiting to be released, because of Chris's serious attitude, I have to restrain myself and act maturely. I have to listen to the important things that are there.

 

"Let's get to the point. Charlie intends to do so now has a chance of success, but as far as I can see, the success rate is not high enough for me. And my personal goals have only a half chance of success, which I can't stand. So I came to ask you for help. 

 

"I still don't want to believe what I heard is correct. To be honest, it's beyond expectations. Dr Chris asked me to help. Even though he always thinks I'm not as smart as he or Charlie is. But now I'm back home and ask for help from you? I doubt it will rain tomorrow.

 

"I'm sure I can think of a formula to dissolve the sense, but I need more time."

 

"What does it mean?" I asked, "What do you want me to do?"

 

"I want you to continue playing the drama like you are now."

 

I even hiccoughed. Even though I've always thought I'm so realistic that even close people don't think about it. Team X, everyone understands I'm angry and want to get Charlie back. Even though I don't support it, I never doubt it. But people who are far away and act like they never care about anything, like Chris, look through.

 

"What are you talking about?" I tried to solve the book to see if Chris knew about it.

 

How much "What is your drama?"

 

"Don't come to me. I know you're dealing with Tony. You're trying to persuade me.

Charlie dropped the project and secretly sold the news to Tony."

 

It's over. He knows everything.

 

"Actually, all that you've done has not caused us much damage. The source of the work makes it a trend. More people are watching the news. Charlie got a free light. As for the information that you took to report on the other side, there was no cutting of the throat. I told Charlie to be careful since the first one already."

 

I understand why this person can work with Charlie, not just being smart, but he doesn't have a single weakness. Charlie, who is both good and careful, still makes many mistakes because of weaknesses that most people can clearly see. But for Chris, I can't find any weaknesses. Nothing makes him weak or shaken. His ears and eyes are agile. Always watching around, moving quietly and cleverly, and even though he joined the last team, he became the strongest force of the team.

 

"I still don't understand what you want from me."

 

"I want you to make us look as weak as possible," Chris said firmly. His playfulness and annoyance were kept in the chest and locked tightly. Chris, in front of me, is now only serious and trustworthy.

 

"Harass as much as possible. Send a lot of fake news to that side. Make it think that you are holding superior cards."

 

"For... What?"

 

"Because if you don't make it carefully, we can't fall," Chris replied. I tried to think in line with his words. Which seems to be understandable, but still not a clear picture

 

"Tony is superior to us in everything, both money and lines, and we have the sense that it has. If we look strong, the more we will pry them out to use. That way, we will have less time and get to the corner faster. The chance of winning will be less."

 

"Or even if I finally come up with a formula to break the senses in time. But if Tony is still there, the story will never end. We still have a long way to go. Still have to take risks and lose a lot more, which I know you don't want it to be like that."

 

Of course, I still have to wake up to see what happens daily. I want these crazy things to end as soon as possible—no, in any way. I don't want Charlie to take more risks.

"Now, Charlie is focused on the result of completing the project. The sense-dissolving drug is used in the right place. Return the right to the right person to have Chen, which is actually right for the power we have now. But for me, that's not the main goal."

 

"So what is your real main goal?"

 

"Kill Tony"

 

Repeat it.

 

The second person who ran to me and talked about getting rid of that man. At first, I just wanted to make it over and run away from that house. But now some people try to hand me a knife and put a gun in my hand. Then he told me to use it.

 

Does it really have to be me?

 

"I want to kill him with my own hands. But I cannot get close to him if you don't help me." I will never escape this, right?

 

"You have a fast track to get close to Tony. And you have enough people to help with this. To be honest, we can't handle Tony on our own right now. If there are more people like Charlie, a few more, not sure."

 

I've never seen a bright sparkle in Chris's eyes before. In the past, I've always thought that he was a person who doesn't care about the world, has no purpose, and is floating around for days. But today, he has proven to me that the fire in him is burning no less than anyone else. He just tries to suppress it for his own safety.

 

"Why do you want to kill Tony so much?"

 

"Do you need to know the reason?"

 

"Well, if you ask me for help, I think I have the right to know the reason." Being able to counter with people like Dr Chris has made me quite satisfied. He looks quite uncomfortable with my question. But as I said, if people need help, they have to show sincerity. It's his duty to make me feel that he is appropriate to receive help. Because, as I can see with my own eyes now. I don't have any part that looks like an orphanage.

 

"Don't tell me you've been there too?" I just laughed, thinking that it would be crazy if he were one of the children who had been adopted as well. Because, in addition to the coincidence that made us meet, it is very creepy that he looks like another child in the house, like twins in the same womb.

 

"No, I've never," Chris replied before sighing. For people who have always denied relationships with others like them, revealing their own stories would not be easy. I understand that point well. But at this time, I think I should protect myself before acting like a good person who sympathises with others. "But my friend has"

 

"Friend?"

 

"Surprise", he smiled. I don't know if I'm being sarcastic or pathetic. I'm here for sure. "I have friends with him, too."

 

"Oh....

 

"Do you want to know more?"

"Just saying you have a friend is enough to guess why."

 

This should be the most compassionate thing that I can give to Chris. I, who grew up in that house, understand everything well without further explanation. The pain at the big house not only hurts the children in the house but is devastating to the people around those children—the people they love and those who love them. Therefore, it is not strange if Chris hates and resents Tony.

 

"He's dead", even though I told him he didn't want an explanation. But Chris still chose to continue. His eyes clearly indicate that it's still painful to talk about it. But even so, he seems to be very sincere with me. "He tried to escape from the house. He really managed to escape. He was very good at hiding. Escape until Tony couldn't find him and finally followed the formula. Instead, Tony hunted down the people close to him."

The sadness in front of me right now is so realistic that it's scary. Even though he doesn't seem to suit the sadness at all, previously, if I had to imagine Chris's sad face, I wouldn't have. But now I've seen that picture with my eyes. And I understand why Chris hides it as deeply as possible. Never open it to anyone to see.

 

"Grandma, who raised him as a child, had two friends around the house and friends in the theatre. He used to treat himself as a child; all of them were killed."

 

"The only one left is me. Because I'm the last one to leave the hospital, they probably think I shouldn't survive anyway. So I didn't come to follow. But it's a pity that I didn't die."

 

Chris didn't go into details about the hospital. I don't want to ask deeply about it. But from listening to him, I can guess that Chris must have been sick as a child. And it's probably not just a short time because he talks about it being like a house. It's his main residence with other children. If he didn't spend a long time in the hospital, he wouldn't have a group of friends who look like words.

 

"Phuma knew the news when he left the hospital. When he heard the news, he tried to find that friend, but he couldn't make it in time." Chris paused for a moment as if he was short of breath. Before taking a slow breath and continuing, "he committed suicide before I left the hospital for a few days."

 

It's too heavy.

 

I can't imagine the story Chris had to face if it were to happen to me. Would I still grow up to be myself today? And now I understand why Chris is Chris in front of me now. His coldness and apathy are the most reasonable things I've ever encountered.

"At that time, it was considered difficult. I don't know how it went through, but I realised it.

 

Another place is big. I think I've been through all those things."

 

Not yet.

 

He hasn't been through it yet.

"But as you can see... I haven't grown up yet." He's still the same child, full of wounds. His body has grown over time. But the soul inside is frozen. It will be above the world's rotation. Interrupted at the age of that child, his important friend.

 

"How are you?" Chris smiled faintly through the veil of fog that surrounded him.

 

"Do you feel like helping me up?"

 

I was thinking about myself for about half a minute before asking back.

 

"What did Charlie say?"

 

"Do you mean this?"

 

"Yes"

 

"Charlie doesn't know yet."

 

"Oh!" I exclaimed. Suddenly, I felt like I had been kicked and cut off before running. Enter the finish line in a few steps. "And you secretly came to talk to me?"

 

"Charlie has a lot of things. If you talk first, there will be endless questions. So I have to prepare everything first and then go talk to him. That way, there is a chance that it will be okay."

 

When listening to the reason, it is understandable. It is considered that Chris knows Charlie very well. It is even more impressive, especially for someone who has just met them for a short time. If it weren't for being a person with advanced psychology. Every day, he would have noticed Charlie more than thinking about himself.

 

Hmm... Can you be jealous about this?

 

"Come to think of it again. I haven't told you well yet," I said. "And after this, it's not necessary. Tell me, we only know each other, just two people."

 

"What does it mean?" Chris narrowed his eyes in incomprehension at my words. "Will

Didn't you tell Charlie?"

 

Chris indeed knows Charlie well. But he never knew that kid better than me.

 

"Charlie will never allow me to interfere with these things with Team X if it's really not necessary.

 

I don't really want you to interfere at all. If you go to tell him, you can prepare to fold the plan and throw it away." Chris looked at me still. He seemed to be thinking about everything carefully, which was holding him back.

 

It's another thing that he's like Charlie.

 

"In addition to not taking this plan, everything I have done and my next plans will also be ruined. Charlie has already caught it. If you talk to him about it, he will be suspicious of me after this. If you want to do anything, don't expect to do it."

 

"You're smarter than I thought, Babe," Chris said with a smile. As for me, I was hesitating about whether to be happy. He complimented me for being really smart or pretending to curse. "I believe that if it's Charlie, you can't miss it."

 

"Even if the Charlie expert"

 

That day, I agreed to cooperate with Chris. My duty is to perform a drama in front of everyone. Whether it's Tony's, Charlie's, or even Team X. I have to make Tony believe that I work for him and make Charlie believe that I'm on the opposite side, who came to betray him. All of this is to get as close to this master as possible. Make them heartbroken with the most realistic performance, and make Charlie unable to stop me, even though he knows the high price of deception. But if I do this, the most beautiful ending, I must exchange all of this.

 

... For Charlie's victory

 

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As Charlie's plan progressed, Chris and I's plan moved carefully. We tried to minimise contact and often used improvisation. Although it was often clumsy, and there was always something to shock us, we used it. The more time passes, the more I can say that Chris and I work together quite well. (But of course, in terms of personal matters, it is still considered Annoyed as usual)

 

More and more fake news was sent to Tony's side until they began to think they were at an advantage, according to Chris's plan. In the meantime, we also collected information about Tony's work. Chris is therefore considered the hardest role to fill. Because he still has to commit to researching drugs to destroy the senses, support Charlie and at the same time, he has to perform the drama to work with me. His ability impressed me quite a lot.

 

Fortunately, on Chris's side, there is Mr Pete to help support. Whether it's about money or lines, our work goes smoothly because of the power of Beyond Group. On my side, there is Kenta, who acts like a remote support unit. He doesn't admit that we're on the same team. Keep saying he accidentally found out, so I came to tell you. I don't know where to be stubborn.

 

Most of the things Kenta accidentally learned were very useful, especially about Tony's stimulant research project, The One, which served as the centre of our final plan.

 

"The successful drug is sense-stimulating. It is a drug injected into people who already have a Sense to stimulate a stronger Sense. The drug that they are trying to accomplish is a Sense-Building Drug. Its goal is to enable ordinary people to become a Sense of Sense."

 

Just listening to it, I know that Kenta cannot accidentally hear this in the band. He must make a hard effort to investigate for us, for sure, because it sounds too detailed. He also gets more wounds every time he comes to send news again.

 

"At first, Tony believed that Charlie had some information to help them invent a formula to create a Chen. That's why he tried to steal Charlie's lab data. But now, Tony's researchers are starting to make a new assumption that if there are people in this world, there are people who can absorb Other people's senses. It means that in that person, there must be something that allows them to receive energy from others and adapt to that energy. Therefore, if you can take that person with that meaning to study, you should have the opportunity to invent a formula to create a chance faster and more accurately than finding your own way."

 

"That person is Charlie."

 

When I found out about Tony's experimental plan, I confessed that I had lost consciousness. I was so angry that I almost wanted to break into Tony's mansion. All the plans that I had set out in my mind had disappeared. At that time, I only thought that I had to kill it with my own hands. That grudge would disappear. But fortunately, Chris and Kenta helped to stop it. Life was so calm. Our plan did not collapse before it was completed.

 

"So Tony's goal now is to give Charlie to the researchers to study. I'm not sure what way there is to take one thing. One thing is to take the blood. And another thing is to experiment with a new stimulant injection with Charlie. Because they believe that if you make Chen’s strength stronger so quickly, the body can't adjust. The sense will be unstable and easily pulled away. This will make Tony's work easier. Because there is a child in the project who shares Charlie's sense, it seems he is too young to control Chen. So they are not good at it. So they think that if you inject a stronger stimulant, Charlie, that boy may pull out all the Senses in Charlie."

 

Based on all the information Kenta has obtained, if the researchers' assumptions hold true, there is a very high probability that they will successfully invent the Chens. Charlie's inner Chen will be transferred to Tony's child, which, of course, must be used to continue to benefit him. Worst of all, I will have to lose Charlie to their dirty movements.

 

No one knows what they will try with Charlie. And no one guarantees that the new stimulant is safe. I will never let them take the only important thing in my life.

After a while, Tony ordered Charlie's arrest. Of course, it was not assigned to just one person. One group was ordered to be led by Winner and his racing gang. Another group was led by me and had a support team. (Which should actually be called a guard) Is Tony's person because he didn't trust me enough to let me come alone or use my own people?

 

Tony intends to catch Charlie in one go to reduce the risk of making mistakes. I use my team and Winner's team as lures and supporters of each other. If Winner misses, I will support him. Or if I miss, there will be Winner waiting to close the event. Try to fill the leak as much as possible. Because if he misses this time. The next morning, Charlie will definitely fight back reasonably. Tony doesn't want damage now. Because of that, the chaotic night happened.

 

The truth that we all have to accept is that catching Charlie is not easy. One of the ways that Charlie says is the most useless, premonition is often accurate when it comes to this kind of thing, whether slow or fast. He must realise it first and prepare a way to deal with it. Given the actual situation at that time, Charlie chose to escape alone to lure the person he thought was an enemy away from the lab. Winner's gang that came out before meeting Charlie and was lured far away by him. I got the opportunity to wait at the lab.

 

I need to order Tony's people to play Charlie's research a bit to create a credible image. They pretend to search the labs and rooms, even though they know that almost nothing is real here. All are props prepared to wait for us. That's why Chris suddenly persuades Charlie to move the operating location, citing safety concerns as the excuse.

 

And yes, Chris was the one who opened the lab door for me to steal the drug sample himself and his hand. He intended to use this incident to make Charlie doubt me. He was cunning enough to find a way to escape from being caught lying. Of course, Charlie had to try to investigate the truth by using Chen to lie to me. And when the red story comes up, Everything will be as Kri.

 

That's Charlie willing to move the base and firmly believes that I'm on Tony's side. My worst mistake is aiming a little bit. The scene that Chris and I have to clash is the scene that Chris proposed. Because it will make Tony's subordinates see my loyalty. According to the plan, we have to try to shoot at each other but miss. Chris is very good at shooting beautifully, even though he actually shoots very accurately. As for me, it's not as accurate. The bullet flew to his shoulder, as you can see.

 

Another thing that was beyond the plan was when I pointed my own head with a gun. In fact, according to the original plan, Chris said that he just hurt the researchers. Charlie should have accepted. But when I took it seriously, I couldn't do it. There was even more wrong with the plan. Another thing was that Jay Dun stayed at the lab. I almost couldn't continue. Just Tony's subordinates slapped Jeff once when I was blind; it was considered a big mistake. If I had to hurt Jeff in front of Charlie again. I was afraid I would accidentally cry out because I was afraid of getting angry with Charlie.

 

That's why I took myself as a hostage. This is the easiest way. It also has a good effect.

 

Another embarrassment after hurting Charlie's people is having to hurt Charlie himself. But because deep down, I think (take it myself) that Charlie would be angry that I hurt his important person rather than hurt himself. That's why it's enough to hold back and do it. And at least, I'm sure that the point where I use the gun handle to smash it will only make Charlie faint. It's definitely not life-threatening. Because I've learned how to do it directly from the doctor, the car that used to take Charlie to the big house is the Chen family's. One of the subordinates is the driver. There is one sitting next to the driver. I sat in the first row with Charlie, who is still fainting. The back is the rest of the subordinates. While sitting almost halfway, I began to feel the person next to me move. Charlie's eyebrows furrowed moved

 

I quickly grabbed his head and leaned on my shoulder. It looked like Charlie didn't wake up and sat down until his head almost hit the mirror. Fortunately, Charlie was a quick-thinking child. He didn't make a sound or move against it. The smart boy went back to close his eyes as usual, making others unable to notice that he was awake. Before I slowly put my hand in and held his palm. On the other hand, picked up the phone and secretly opened the Notes app, typing a short message into it.

 

'Look at the future'

 

I gently twitched my shoulders, signalling Charlie to open his eyes, which he did, and told him it was easy. Charlie read that message and closed his eyes before I felt that the palms that were holding each other were tighter than before.

 

I hope Charlie understands everything before arriving at the mansion, and more importantly, that... I wish that the future in the next few minutes will be as we set when everything arrives at the final point. I gradually play according to the role, like

 

Realistic and careful, tick in your mind one by one according to the steps. Kenta's information is very useful. They do what he says and follow the pieces that Chris puts together. Because of that, the last tick fell on Charlie. I don't know what the future he sees for me is like. And I don't know if he will understand what he has to do. That's why I can only pray in my heart to know. May he see the signal I'm trying to send or ask him to hear the voice. My plea is still good.

 

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The image of the future I saw while holding hands in the van was confusing. The images and sounds were not continuous, and there was no cause-and-effect like in a movie, which made it very difficult for me to understand the story. Only one story was prominent from a few scenes, immediately informing me.

 

Babe didn't betray me.

 

I thanked him a thousand times while pretending to fall asleep on his shoulder. I didn't even know who I was thanking. But it was the thing that made me the most relieved. Over the past few months, Babe has confused me again and again. In conclusion, he loved or hated me. He wanted to help me or wanted to destroy me. His behaviour changed until I didn't know what to believe. And even though he deceived me until the last second, what I saw from his future proved that my whole world was still there, not broken in any way.

 

But to be honest, I don't understand the story at all. No matter how much I try to patch it up, it's still incomplete. I saw myself tied to a chair. I saw Tony and dozens of subordinates. I saw Babe fighting against the guards alone. I saw many of them lying on the floor in the next picture. The blood was clean white floor all over the area. Babe was pressed to the ground. Someone was posing to stick a syringe into my arm. Babe screamed and tried to say something. I couldn't hear anything. But his mouth moved like he was forcing. Saying 'Now'

 

It's too difficult to arrange all the images into a single story. So I catch the point from just the image of an important event that I have to act on. The rest is just waiting for the time. Flow according to the situation and use your instincts to make the most of it.

 

And I think I did it. As soon as I saw Babe moving his mouth, I stared into his eyes. I concentrate on the end of your life and flick your fingers until you make a loud noise, and then everything stops.

 

"Very good"

 

Babe smiled widely when he saw that everything around him had stopped moving. In this room, only I could still move. I didn't even know how I could do this. Even though I always understood that if I wanted someone to escape the moment that was stopped, I would have to catch that person. As I did with Babe last time, I just stared at his eyes this time. Babe can live in the same world as me, amid everything that stands still.

 

"Perfect, Charlie."

 

Babe complimented me repeatedly as he forced himself out of the frozen guard gang. He ran straight to the doctor standing next to me. He removed the syringe from the tray before replacing it with another needle from the jacket's secret compartment. The needle looks the same. Every finger is different, only the medicine inside.

 

"The medicine was experimented with in your lab. Why did you realise it before me when it was successful?" I can't help complaining. I feel bad that Dr Chris hid this from me. No, it's not just Dr Chris, Touch and Liu. I don't know how much they know about this plan. Of course, they experimented until they successfully made a sensory drug. But I don't want to tell you a little bit. Why haven't they allowed me to enter the laboratory?

 

"Oh, honey." Babe smiled a little, sending his hand to my cheek, making a face and the most adorable eyes. But I knew he was making fun of me. "Don't think you're smart alone."

 

"Babe"

 

"If you don't do this, it won't work." Without telling me, I know that Babe is feeling very guilty for fooling me. In fact, I can't deny that I'm annoyed that I've been deceived, and I've always been fooled. But every time I want to be seriously angry, my image of myself in the past often bounces up and hits my forehead hard every time. Lies deceive others. People like me shouldn't be angry with anyone anymore in this life. "Sorry for lying."

 

"I'm happier than it's a lie," I said with a laugh. "Because if all that Babe has done to me is really Babe's feeling. I would be very sorry."

 

"As much as you are mean to me?"

 

"Babe, I'm sorry..."

 

"Just kidding," Babe quickly cut the script, as if he was afraid I would apologise too long.

 

Time to be able to save "It's okay, Chal... It's okay."

 

"Oh, and Babe came to say this." I opened my mouth and prepared to cry. I felt both guilt and joy. The appreciation and gratitude were so overwhelming that I almost couldn't hold back my tears. When I saw him start the machine, his face was big. He hit my shoulder gently and scolded me not to cry.

 

"Don't cry now," Babe said hotly. "Don't have enough time to cry. Keep it. Cry at home"

 

"Okay... I'll be patient." I took a deep breath, trying to hold back my tears with all my strength. I knew that in a few seconds, time would come back again.

 

"Oh... Babe, good boy." Babe made a face to love me again. He opened his mouth as if he was going to cry along. (I knew he wouldn't cry) before raising his hands to grab my face and pressing a kiss on my lips quickly, instead of comfort. "Be patient, almost over."

 

"It's almost over."

I repeated his words with a dizzy feeling in my heart.

 

"Yes... It's almost over."

 

Babe stroked my head at the end before running back to lie on his stomach under the stiff bodies of the guards. He twisted left and right, trying to bring himself back to a position as close to the original as possible, and just a few seconds later, everything returned to normal.

 

The sense-dissolving drug that is disguised as a stimulant is injected into my body. The feeling is different from the previous drugs that I have tried. There is no feeling of pain when pressing the drug in. But it makes you feel relaxed and light, as if you're floating in the air.

 

Something I've always carried... It's gone.

 

"Babe!"

 

When the truth seriously hit Tony, he lost his mind. He turned around, as if looking for a weapon to deal with Babe, until he saw the gun that had fallen not far away. Reach out and grab it, pretending to aim at the centre of Babe’s forehead.

 

Chrome!

 

Bang! Bang! Bang!

 

A lot of things happened within seconds. While Tony was about to pull the trigger, the closed door was broken down by the skill of a group of people. Many gunshots followed this, and every shot was straight to Tony's temple like a hammer.

 

"I told you I'm going to kill you"

 

Because it comes from the tip of Dr Chris's gun, the doctor who shoots the most accurately. As far as I've ever seen

 

"Charlie!"

 

Jeff ran straight to me. My brother’s relieved expression made me feel relieved. Jeff touched a card that was hanging on the back of the chair. The unlocking sound played before all the locks that had tied my hands tightly were released.

"I'm going to have a heart attack," Jeff muttered after he came to hug me tightly. "This life will be risky. How many more times to die?"

 

"Probably a few more rounds," I answered without seriousness, sweeping my eyes.

 

Tony's guards are lying on the floor. Including Tony himself, has fallen into a pile of blood. But it seems that Dr Chris will not let it go easily. He is using a rope to tie his hands and feet. With a serious attitude, I don't dare to say hello.

 

"Survive death again, you glasses."

 

That was Alan's first word. He walked in and hugged me, patted me on the back like an adult giving a blessing, and then left. His proud smile is still mixed with a faint sense of guilt, even though the story that made me feel guilty is over.

 

It ended from that day. The day I went to see him at home was because of the missing drug sample. But I didn't have time to get into it. He came to hug me. Before crying, I cried.

Confess first until the end of the shell.

 

'I'm sorry, Charlie. I used to think about betraying you. I don't want to be an ordinary person.

I want to be like you guys. Tony said he could help me, so I..."

 

Tony relied on Alan's weak moments. He sent Winner to offer him a line for another person. Alan was very hesitant at that time because one side was a younger brother like me. The other side was a conflict within himself, waiting for the day of the explosion.

 

He really thought of following orders. He thought he would be a detective. He was a worm that blocked my every step. But because he was Pho Alan, the kind brother of all the younger siblings. Ultimately, he couldn't do those bad things and chose to confess to me, even though I didn't suspect him.

 

Which means I'm right.

 

"It's over," Babe said, walking up to me. He said with the most relieved expression I've ever seen. And at the same time, he looked so exhausted that I couldn't help but pull him in and hug him full of love. "It's really over, Charlie..."

 

"Yes, it's over." I hugged him tightly while pressing a kiss on the group of soft hair that I missed repeatedly with equal relief. "Thank you and apologise... Everything."

 

"It's okay."

 

Babe still keeps saying that word. The same words that he gave me countless times.

 

"It's good to be safe."

 

He said it was okay, so good that I couldn't help but wonder if you would still be able to talk after this.

 

"Uh... I'm sorry to interrupt." While Babe and I had just been hugging each other for a few seconds, the doctor with a bloody hand came to poke my shoulder and said with a smooth face.

 

"I know we love each other. But can you go out and fall in love outside? There is still work to continue in here, and like… The picture should not be very interesting."

 

Doctor Chris glanced at Tony's body lying still on the floor. It was tied up with his hands and feet, and a cloth tightly tied his mouth. Which, really, I still didn't quite understand what he was doing for. But because Babe nodded and pulled my hand to follow. So I thought I shouldn't ask anything now. Babe, Alan and Jeff walked out of that room. When I pulled the door to close it back to the same, before holding Jeff's hand and saying, Let's get out of here. In that room, there were only Dr Chris and dozens of lifeless bodies, and I didn't know what he did with them. The only thing I remember next is the image of the doctor walking out of the mansion empty-handed. The body was bathed with blood and the smell of the waves. But his face was decorated with a bright smile that was no different from the sky that morning.