Unusual Fate Records

Chapter 209, Section 040: Sudden Change in Circumstances
Fujiwara Chizuru slowly awoke.

"Section Chief, you're finally awake," Tanaka asked with concern.

The sound was just a bit far away.

Fujiwara Chizuru looked up and saw Tanaka on the bed next to her, her own leg still in a cast, hanging from the bed frame.

The throbbing pain in my forehead is from the scar I got when the wall was blown up.

Tanaka was in no better shape; he had to lie face down on the bed, his clothes cut open at the back, clearly indicating that he had recently undergone surgery.

"What happened to you?" Fujiwara Chizuru looked at the wound on his back, which was quite shocking.

Tanaka smiled sheepishly: "I was in the passageway, trying to avoid the random fire, and I accidentally got shot a few times. Later, I heard that the wounds were infected by the stones and dust at the scene."

Fujiwara Chizuru felt a pang of sympathy and a pang of self-reproach: "Thank you for your hard work."

"It's all worth it for the section chief!"

Tanaka, with a burst of strength from who-knows-where, raised his head and yelled, then winced in pain.

"Stop being stubborn." Fujiwara looked at him irritably, then turned to look at herself.

My own situation is probably not ideal either.

I tried to move, but my whole body felt like it was about to fall apart.

"hiss--"

"Who rescued us?" Fujiwara asked, as if he had just remembered something.

"Them." Tanaka pointed to the doorway.

Fujiwara looked in the direction he pointed and saw two strangely dressed people in front of him.

A woman carrying a metal box on her back and whose face was half covered by a mask, and a girl dressed in beautiful Lolita fashion, who was not very tall and had golden hair tied in two cute braids.

"You're awake." The woman carrying the metal box was tall and slender. Her high heels clicked as she walked over. She was dressed in a formal suit, except for the metal box on her back that made a rattling sound.

Her right hand held that of the little Lolita girl, whose eyes were indifferent, lacking the liveliness and cuteness that one would expect at her age.

"We are Ling's subordinates, members of the Third Special Criminal Investigation Team. You can call me the Unboxing Girl, and next to me is my partner, Snowball." The woman's voice was very authoritative, but it was muffled because of the veil covering her mouth.

The little girl named Snowball waved symbolically as a greeting, clearly showing some social anxiety.

Although Fujiwara Chizuru had some reservations about the two men's appearance, she still politely expressed her gratitude: "Thank you for rescuing us."

"No need for thanks. By the time we arrived, the battle was already over. Apart from you and the main suspect, no one else survived," the woman opening the box said.

"What about the White Walker corpses in the base?"

“It’s already been taken to the testing center.” Her voice was calm. “Lord Ling instructed us to protect your safety until she returns.”

"Thank you for your trouble." Fujiwara Chizuru didn't stand on ceremony. After this experience, she understood that not having strong military power as a backing was a very helpless thing.

Tanaka, who was standing next to her, buried his face in the pillow in grievance, as if he had been disgraced.

"May I ask what the specific results were last night?" As expected of a workaholic, Fujiwara immediately shifted his focus to work after learning that he was not seriously ill.

"The base was eventually sealed off by personnel, and it was unlikely to be blown up in order not to affect the residents on the ground. No personnel from the Final Training Ground were found among the bodies at the scene."

"The training ground?" Fujiwara remembered that the only things left were "Mirror" and the guy who broke through the wall at the end.

To be honest, it really hurt when the wall collapsed on me.

"Is there any news about 'Mirror' either?" Fujiwara asked.

"No, the only survivors here are you and the gentleman next to you," the woman answering meticulously.

“Tanaka, Tanaka Igarashi,” he emphasized.

"Is that so? At least the assassins have been wiped out. It seems we have achieved our goal, hasn't it? It also proves that we can explain things to Grandpa Furukawa Takashi on the radical side. It's just that they have lost a lot of manpower."

Fujiwara Chizuru sorted through the intelligence.

"Do not."

The woman opening the box interrupted her, her expression unusually serious.

"What's wrong?" Fujiwara Chizuru suddenly realized that something bad must have happened.

"Was Lord Akahoshi still assassinated?"

"No. When Lord Akahoshi learned that the assassin group had been wiped out, he had already boarded a special carriage bound for Ukyoto and has arrived safely."

"Then..." Fujiwara was puzzled when suddenly, a terrible thought flashed through her mind.

She stared into the woman opening the box's eyes and tentatively asked, "General Furukawa Takashi..."

The woman opening the box nodded, confirming Fujiwara's idea: "That's right, the person who was murdered last night was General Furukawa Takashi."

This news struck Fujiwara Chizuru's heart like a heavy hammer.

The assassin had been targeting conservative politicians, leading to the misconception that radicals were also suspects. Just when everyone's attention was focused on the conservatives, and even the radicals, driven by a desire for mutual assistance and to prove their innocence, mobilized their forces, the enemy turned around and raided the radicals' stronghold.

How could Mr. Furukawa, who possessed countless private armed forces, have been assassinated overnight?
"The news is still being kept under wraps, in case it causes too much backlash in the Otherworld. Lord Ling warned me beforehand, so there's no need to hide it from you."

Fujiwara Chizuru realized that the situation was becoming increasingly serious.

First, conservative politicians were murdered, and the blame was shifted to the radicals. Then, the head of the radicals was also murdered. What sophisticated methods did the murderer possess to ensure that the top combatants of both camps died with resentment?

This is a tough opponent.

Radicals are bound to escalate tensions with conservatives. Even if nothing is said, the lower classes will suspect the conservatives. Even if the radicals' leaders are not stupid, the mutual distrust between the two sides will likely prevent them from working together effectively.

Thinking of this, a terrifying image flashed through Fujiwara Chizuru's mind.

"Immediately inform Miss Ling that the murderer's goal is to cause a rift between the two factions of the White Walkers!" she said to the woman opening the box.

"As expected of Miss Fujiwara, Lady Rei said that you can rest assured to recover from your injuries, and she will take care of this matter."

The woman opening the box remembered something and said, "Oh right, this is the video recording device you always carried with you before you fell into a coma. Please check if it's damaged."

“Alright.” Fujiwara Chizuru was somewhat worried, but problems at the level of the two major camps were beyond her ability to handle.

She sat on the hospital bed, turned on the camera that Ling had given her, and checked the recorded footage.

If I remember correctly, when she first entered the training ground, she captured an image of the person called "Mirror" from afar, along with a girl.

Fujiwara Chizuru listened to the hissing sound of the video and kept zooming in.

Unsurprisingly, even when the video was zoomed in to its maximum, it was still blurry.

In addition, his face was obscured by the girl.

Fujiwara Chizuru sighed. Wasn't this equivalent to getting nothing at all?

and many more? !
Fujiwara Chizuru focused her attention on the woman.

With black hair and white clothes, he was not very clear due to the wind and sand, and seemed to be touching his head in front of a "mirror".

Black hair cascading down her shoulders... her white robes fluttering in the wind...

She tried hard to recall, and suddenly, Fujiwara Chizuru's expression changed, as if she had seen something unbelievable.

The girl that day was clearly wearing a...

Pink, fluffy pajamas.

—End of Volume 5

No jokes today.

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