My lover is this organization

"Shit, is he going to transform into a Mimic Super Saiyan?" Qin Wuque was shocked.

But soon he slapped himself on the head.

The Mimic Super Saiyan's hair is so golden, but his eyes are not. His eyes should be blue.

But this is no longer important.

Almost at the same time, golden light that was several times or even dozens of times brighter than that of Curacao burst out from Qin Wuque's eyes, almost covering the floor and walls of the room with a faint golden color. It gave people the feeling as if they were facing the huge star that had been burning eternally in the universe, as if boiling golden magma was slowly flowing in his pupils.

When their eyes met, there was a strange delay in Curacao's painful groan. The absolute suppression from her instinctive bloodline made her subconsciously relax her struggle.

At this time, Qin Wuque only needed a simple action or a syllable to make her completely surrender.

But he didn't do that.

He gently held Curacao and sat on the edge of the bed, just like he was holding a big cat, and his right hand repeatedly stroked Curacao's soft silver hair.

Gradually, Curacao gave up struggling, and the golden light in his eyes became dimmer.

Finally, she fell asleep, curled up in Qin Wuque's arms, breathing evenly.

Qin Wuque, who should have been faced with the options of beast and worse than beast, took out his mobile phone and quickly typed in the search box.

"Excuse me, what is the process of restoring memory after amnesia? Waiting online, urgent..."

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Curacao's dependence increased by 20%~ (funny)

Update a little later today

Damn, I had KFC for lunch and was full. I procrastinated and finished half of it in the afternoon, but found it was not good enough, so I was forced to delete it and start over... I have to redo the work.

It will probably take about another half an hour, maybe a little longer, to finish the first update for today, and then I can continue with the second update.

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Chapter 279: Learn to cheat, huh?

Curacao didn't know how long he had been unconscious. It was a very long and deep dream.

She felt as if she was floating in the clouds, and all she could see was a pure white space without any other color, as if there was no end in sight.

But then she felt as if she was lying on an operating table, with her wrists and ankles bound by strong shackles, connected to the operating table beneath her, making her unable to move at all, and even her neck was locked.

She could only turn her head left and right, but was unable to stand up or perform any other movements.

Curacao tried her best to look to the side, and forced her head down by compressing her trachea and esophagus. She saw that the operating table under her was black and in the shape of a "big" character, and she was restrained on this black "big" character.

This is...where?

Before the question could be answered, suddenly, someone seemed to be approaching in the pure white not far from her side.

Curacao couldn't see the man's face clearly, as he seemed to be shrouded in thick fog, but she could see clearly what the other person was holding in his hand.

It was a pistol-shaped syringe with a can of brightly colored and disturbing medicine mounted on top of it.

"Who are you?" she asked loudly.

But the man did not answer her. He just approached and raised the syringe in his hand and said lightly.

"It's your own fault, Curacao. It's your unique brain that has memorized things that are detrimental to the organization. I have to admit that your abilities are outstanding, but if they are not used in the right place, they will become a terrible threat. So... you should understand, right?"

Curacao... This is her name, or code name.

She had no memory of her previous name, which was told to her by Xuehua.

But there shouldn’t be anyone in the club named Snow Flower, right? This should just be a code name, right?

Curacao thought so in his heart.

The deadly syringe was clearly right in front of her. The other party only needed to stretch out his hand slightly and use a little force to pull the trigger to inject the deadly drug into her body. But she was still thinking about these messed up things.

So... am I going to die?

Someone once said that death is not scary, it's just a little lonely.

Just like she is now, dead in an unknown place, not knowing who she is or why she died.

However, there is one thing she is very clear about, that is... she doesn't want to die yet!

Realizing this, Curacao struggled hard. She twisted her body desperately to try to break free from the indestructible shackles, but there was no way.

The shackles were too strong. She struggled with all her might, but the operating table beneath her didn't move at all. She was like a devil fruit user trapped in seastone shackles. She had the strength to struggle, but it was useless.

In the vast white fog, the muzzle of the syringe was already against her heart. The cold touch was transmitted to Curacao's brain through her skin. The huge feeling of despair made her turn her head away, close her eyes tightly, and clench her teeth.

A few tears of unwillingness flowed from the corners of Curacao's eyes. Deep in her heart, she murmured in a voice that only she could hear.

"I don't want to... die yet."

It was as if God heard her cry. In an instant, indescribable warmth descended from the sky, concentrating on one point between Curacao's brows.

It wasn't that hot, but it made her feel like she was bathed in a spring breeze.

The white space fell apart at that moment, and the operating table that imprisoned her turned into flying fragments, disintegrated in a very short time, and then disappeared.

Having lost the thing that was restraining him, Curacao felt his body entering a process of rapid ascent.

To be precise, it is floating up.

She broke through the white fragments flying in the sky, like a rocket breaking through the atmosphere and entering outer space, or an adventurer launched from the continent of Arad by a human cannon and rushing into the sea of ​​sky from the bottom up. Endless darkness enveloped her.

But Curacao was still floating up, and the speed was getting faster and faster, as if it was going to pass through the deepest underground and then... reach heaven!

In the darkness, there seemed to be a light shining down from above.

Curacao raised his head as high as he could and stretched out his hand to pursue the light.

Finally, she broke out of the endless darkness, and the real light enveloped her, like a drowning person's first deep breath after a long absence.

She woke up.

Curacao slowly opened her eyes, and then...she saw nothing.

A hand that was so close blocked most of her vision. The middle finger was resting on her brow, and with a familiar and reassuring aura, it was massaging her Yintang acupoint somewhat absentmindedly. However, the skilled technique made her very relaxed, and she almost wanted to fall asleep again.

"I……"

Curacao made a sound of her own.

The hand covering her eyes suddenly stopped, stopped massaging, and moved away.

A familiar face came into Curacao's sight.

Qin Wuque also looked down at her, with his other hand still holding the phone that he had not put down in time, pressed to his ear, as if he had just finished a call.

"woke up?"

"……Um."

Curacao nodded slightly. As soon as she woke up, she realized that she was lying on a bed. The familiar ceiling was still in sight, but the pillow under her head was not a pillow for sleeping, but someone's legs.

"How long have I been unconscious?" she asked.

"Not long, about ten minutes or so."

As Qin Wuque spoke, he crossed out the page showing the call history on his phone and deleted the process.

During the time when Curacao lost consciousness, in addition to searching the Internet for the process of recovering memory, he also took the time to report the matter of Gil and Bourbon to Captain Jean.

Of course, the way he handled it before would definitely require a lecture from Captain Qin on the theme of "preventing problems before they happen."

However, all in all it is not a big problem. At least compared to the time when he first arrived at the winery, when Captain Qin would point a gun at other people's heads to intimidate their undercover identities, the current Captain Qin has made a lot of progress.

So in the end it's still the Rum Paratroopers...

"By the way, did you have a nightmare just now?" Qin Wuque looked back at Curacao in confusion, "I saw that you looked very painful for a while, so I pressed your forehead for a while to relax you."

At this time, Curacao had already sat up from lying on the bed, and was tidying up his long silver hair which was a little messy due to being pressed down. When he heard Qin Wuque's question, he immediately said "Hmm?" softly.

"Well... not completely." Curacao stopped moving, put his finger on his lips and thought seriously, "The first half is a bit scary, but the second half is still pretty good."

"Do you remember anything?" Qin Wuque asked the key question.

"Well--"

This question has caused Curacao to ponder for a long time.

She lowered her head and thought for a long time before raising it again. She said nothing, just smiled, and then rushed up without warning and hugged Qin Wuque tightly.

"Absolutely~no~"

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A kind of plant... In the memories of the original movie, this was the medicine that Bayonetta prepared to give to Curacao. When I rewatched it today, I discovered that the potion was actually light pink, and what Bayonetta was pointing at was actually the Lalai of Curacao.

So, sister Bayonet, are you jealous that others are more elastic than you?

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Chapter 280: Screaming Expert Xiaolan

Several days passed in a flash, during which time Curacao showed no signs of regaining any memory.

It was as if he had simply experienced a brief coma lasting several hours. After waking up, he continued to do what he was supposed to do and did not mention anything about the "smell" to Qin Wuque again.

A week later, the Suzuki Tower, built at great expense of the Suzuki Group, was finally completed.

On this day, downtown Tokyo was bustling with activity.

All the helicopters of the Metropolitan Police Department were dispatched, and more than a dozen of them circled continuously over the 600-meter-high Suzuki Tower in the bright sunshine. Brilliant fireworks that could be clearly seen even in the daytime rose from the ground to the sky with the sound of ignition, and bloomed shoulder to shoulder with the helicopters.

Since it was the first day of the opening ceremony, there was no limit on the number of people allowed in the venue, only the number of people in the venue. This directly led to the ground hall of Suzuki Tower being almost overcrowded. The long queue against the elevator door stretched from the hall to the street outside.

The extremely long waiting time and the scorching sun easily discouraged a group of tourists who came here because of its reputation but were not very interested in the Suzuki Tower and just came to take a look and check in for fun.

What they thought was that the Suzuki Tower was there anyway and it wasn't going to grow legs and run away on its own. Also, it wasn't free for a limited time of seven days during the opening ceremony, so they could come whenever they wanted and there was no rush.

The remaining people who are still standing in the long queue are basically the true lovers who travel to China and can wear a "He who has not been to the Great Wall is not a true man" T-shirt and take photos on the Great Wall, or... they are there through the backdoor.

In the observation hall on the first floor of the Suzuki Tower, 350 meters above the ground, a cheerful and wealthy high school student was leaning back with her hands on her hips, happily showing off her family's new property, which had just been built, to her best friend.

"How about it? The view from the Bell Tree Tower that our Suzuki Group put all its efforts into building is pretty nice, isn't it?"

"You are absolutely right, Yuanzi. It is absolutely magnificent. Thank you for inviting us!"

Xiaolan's face was full of amazement. She didn't feel dissatisfied or jealous at all because of her friend's bragging. Instead, she admired and praised her from the bottom of her heart.

She stood behind the safety handrail and looked down. Through the three-centimeter-thick tempered glass with a forty-five-degree tilt angle, she could see most of Tokyo's street scenes. At an altitude of more than 300 meters, the wide streets became as thick as noodles, and the vehicles on the road were like ants.

"Hum~"

Yuanzi was very happy with the praise from her good friend. She turned her attention to the other four little guys and teased them.

"You should also express your gratitude a little bit~ Generally speaking, except for relevant personnel, ordinary people have to queue for a long time before they can enter the opening ceremony~"

"so amazing!"

“It’s really spectacular!”

"beautiful!"

"Then I'll add one..."

Four childish voices sounded one after another in the observation room. As expected, it was Mitsuhiko, Genta, Ayumi and... Conan who was forced to work.

"Well~ But if you want to see the scenery, you have to hurry up and see it. The only chance to enjoy the scenery is during the opening ceremony. After these few days, you won't have this chance anymore~"

As Yuanzi spoke, she fiddled with her bangs.

Should we say she has finally come to her senses? Ever since she came back from Shenhai Island, she has given up the old-fashioned headband she had worn for more than ten years. Simply by letting her brown hair down casually, her appearance has easily improved by countless levels.

So much so that some of her classmates who were not very familiar with her at school were unable to recognize her at first and thought there was a new student in the class. As a result, the number of love letters she received every day increased a lot.

Of course, these letters of unknown origin were thrown into the trash can as waste paper without even being read by Miss Sonoko.