Chapter 26 Confrontation

"It's so boring."

After saying goodbye to Bourbon, Milton Duff unbuttoned several shirt buttons that reached the top of his neck, revealing the necklace gems hidden underneath.

"I told you before, the collar is too troublesome, can't you change it to other accessories for me to wear?"

Gin was unmoved, "It depends on the BOSS's order."

"...Tch."

Seeing this, Milton Duff He became quiet and said no more.

After walking a certain distance, Gin took out the eye mask and earplugs and handed them to him.

"...Doing this again."

She muttered dissatisfiedly, but Miltonduff still obediently took these two things and put them on herself.

The eye mask and ear plugs work very well. Milton Duff can't hear or see at all after wearing them.

He subconsciously grabbed it beside him, and what he got was the hem of a coat made of special material. "Let's go."

Gin glanced at him, but did not brush off the other person's hand, but let the other person hold it.

The silver-haired killer stepped forward, and the boy beside him immediately followed suit. It was obvious that this was not the first time such a scene had occurred.

Despite his impaired vision and hearing, and despite the fact that Gin took him on many deliberate walks, Milton Dove could still form a map in his mind based on the pace.

He silently wrote down the route, and half an hour later, the two finally stopped somewhere in the base.

Without taking off the blindfold and earplugs on her face, Miltonduff felt Gin push her into a room and left.

After Gin left, the fresh air system in the room quickly took away the smell of tobacco mixed with gunpowder and smoke.

The surroundings were completely quiet. In the darkness, Milton Dove didn't "smell" the crowd in the room. Apart from the smell of cold equipment, he could only feel himself.

Time passed slowly, and the white-haired boy did not treat himself badly. He sat down directly and said, "I'm so tired. Boss, people still have to have a sense of time."

A few minutes after the words fell, Milton Duff whispered in his ear There was a subtle sound of electricity.

He subconsciously tilted his head towards where the sound came from and found that it was coming from his earbuds.

"I'm sorry."

A gentle male voice sounded, blowing through Milton Dove's heart like the spring breeze in March, "It's because I was late, so I kept you waiting."

After hearing this voice, Milton Dove said in her heart A sudden jump.

For some reason, his eyes felt a little sore.

It was as if an old friend reunited after a long separation came to him through a voice, making Milton Dove unconsciously want to get close to the voice and tell him something.

But then a nauseating feeling rose up in his throat, and Milton Duff could accurately tell that this voice, which was almost the same as a normal human voice, was forged by AI.

What brings a sense of intimacy is the real owner of the voice, not the BOSS who replaces him.

The 360-degree high-definition surveillance in the room clearly recorded the slightly unsteady breathing of the white-haired boy, and transmitted this picture to somewhere.

"BOSS?"

"It's me."

BOSS acted as if nothing happened half a year ago, "I'm very happy to see Mi can recover smoothly."

"Then why does BOSS want me to see you like this?"

Mi Dundaph played dumb with him and complained coquettishly: "The eye mask and earplugs are so hard for me to get used to."

"I can't help it."

BOSS's voice sounded helpless, "In order to prevent Mi's secondary personality from seeing this, I can only make this decision."

Hearing this, Milton Duff was obviously stunned, "My sub-personality?"

"Didn't you remember it?"

When BOSS started to explain, Milton Duff heard him. There was a beeping sound with a strange rhythm in the background, which seemed to be absent, but when you listened carefully, it was like an illusion and was nowhere to be found.

But Milton Dove's brain suddenly ached and told him that the background sound was not an illusion.

In pain, BOSS's voice became distant and near.

"Those things that happened half a year ago were all done by Mi's secondary personality. For some reason, he hated us so much that he almost killed Mi with the rats sent by the CIA."

"Lies."

"It turned out to be like this." Miltonda Fu endured the pain, "So this is why BOSS has sent so many people to supervise me in the past six months?"

"Yes."

BOSS sounded like a good old man, but there was no trace of truth in what he said, "I can't think of anything else right now. Good solution, do you have any idea about this?"

[——,————,——]

Inaudible whispers sounded from the depths of Milton Dove's mind, overlapping with the BOSS's voice. .

"I can't believe it."

The white-haired boy lowered his head, looking very disappointed, "I can't remember anything, and I haven't found a sub-personality in the past six months."

"Really?"

BOSS lowered his voice, as if to lure the child towards him. The devil at the point of no return, "Think carefully..."

Milton Dove's voice became lower and lower as he did, "Let me think carefully..."

Seeing the young man's forehead covered in cold sweat in the high-definition camera screen, BOSS Knowing it was time, "Mi, tell me, have you really not recovered your memory?"

The beeping sound in the background suddenly became louder.

Where Milton Duff couldn't see it, the originally ordinary collar around his neck lit up with a circle of blue light patterns, flickering like breathing.

It was a crow with outstretched wings, its wings wrapped around the sides of its neck, and its sharp beak pointed directly at the back of the neck, a movement to grab prey.

The pain in my mind gradually intensified, along with the vague murmurs.

It was as if there was an invisible person standing behind Milton Duff, holding his shoulders, asking him to believe in the owner of the voice and tell him everything.

But at the same time, where BOSS couldn't see it, the inside of the sapphire on the collar was also flashing rapidly.

Knowing that there must be a camera in the room, Milton Dove still maintained her previous breathing and heartbeat, and all physiological reactions that would be monitored remained unchanged.

The white-haired boy raised his head again and said in a calm tone, "No, but I feel familiar when I see certain things."

"Why didn't you expose Scotland as an undercover agent?"

"I didn't see that he was an undercover agent.

" Dunduff was the first to admit his mistake, "In this regard, it was my mistake."

"I had doubts before, but I never had the chance to verify it."

BOSS never gave him the detailed information of the whiskey team, except for daily tasks In addition, he rarely had contact with those three people, so logically speaking, there was no way he could make mistakes.

It would be better to say that if it weren't for the mole that the organization buried in the Metropolitan Police Department, Scotland's identity would never have been discovered by the organization.

Although Scotland is a big fool who always wants to pull Zaomiya out of the organization, Milton Dove recognizes his undercover ability.

BOSS glanced at the data, but his voice couldn't tell whether he believed it or not, "Now, take off your blindfold."

Milton Dove didn't hesitate for a second and pulled off the blindfold, revealing those dull pink-gold eyes.

While BOSS secretly observed his expression, he was also observing the room in reverse.

The room is made of glass on all sides. Under the glass are surveillance pictures, all of which show Milton Duff's current appearance.

It is impossible for normal people not to be frightened when they suddenly see such a scene.

However, the white-haired boy who was controlled remained expressionless, and his heartbeat did not even speed up.

Seeing no response, the BOSS asked several questions one after another, and finally said: "Mi, what should you call me?"

The white-haired boy knelt down on one knee, lowered his head in submission, exposing the fragile back of his neck, and said Respectfully said: "Sir."

The BOSS was satisfied with his answer, "It's very late. It's time to go back to sleep. I've prepared a new house for you."

"Okay."

Milton Duff stood up and felt conscious Wearing a blindfold, he waited there for someone to pick him up.

The surveillance cameras in the room went dark one by one. When they were all dark, Gin opened the door and walked in.

The two of them went back the same way and came to the intersection where they first put on eye masks and earplugs.

Taking off the things that blocked his sight and hearing, Miltonduff shook his head. The restoration of the light made him look much happier, "I can finally go back to sleep!"

Gin gave him a fixed look and said: He led the people out of the base without saying a word.

After leaving the surveillance range of the base, Milton Duff suddenly fell forward and was caught by Gin who was well prepared.

The boy tightly clasped Gin's arm with one hand, breathing heavily with his mouth open.

The other hand subconsciously touched his neck, as if he was vomiting.

But in the end, he just retched and spit out nothing. It was all psychological nausea.

The collar around her neck no longer glowed, but the series of subsequent reactions Milton Dove had to resist it remained.

It felt so disgusting that Milton Duff couldn't bring up his dislike for that voice, but the person using the voice at the moment was the guy he hated the most.

My head hurt, and the previous chatter disappeared without a trace, and I didn't know when it would appear again.

Seeing that the white-haired boy was weak and unable to stand, Gin secretly tsked and picked him up with one hand.

Throwing the person into the passenger seat, Gin went around to the driver's seat and started the vehicle.

The Porsche carrying the two people started slowly and drove into the night.

Milton Dove leaned on the seat with his eyes closed, a few strands of hair soaked in cold sweat sticking to the side of his face, showing a bit of vulnerability.

The familiar smell of gunpowder smoke and tobacco lingered around him again, causing him to fall asleep unconsciously.

"..."

After arriving at the destination, Gin looked at the obviously sleeping person, "Troublesome brat."

As he said this, the silver-haired killer carried the troublesome brat into the bedroom of the new apartment with one hand.

Before throwing the man on the bed and preparing to leave, Gin felt a slight pulling sensation on his scalp. When he looked down, he saw that Milton had grabbed his hair at some point.

The sleeping boy murmured inarticulately, "...A Zhen."

"..."

Gin skillfully took the pillow on the side and stuffed it into the other person's hand in exchange for some of his hair coming out.

"It's so noisy." He stood up and looked down at the white-haired boy huddled on the bed holding a pillow.

As if he suddenly felt an eyesore, Gin pulled the sheet aside to cover him completely, then turned around and left without stopping.