The days of leading the winery to build infrastructure together

The snow seemed to be getting bigger, fluttering, rolling up in groups, throwing itself on the glass, on the trees by the roadside, whistling and slapping everything it could meet.

The snow on the ground was pressed tightly by the wheels, making a creaking sound.There was also a thin layer of snow on the hood and top of the car.

Bolivar looked at the surrounding situation with cold eyes. The road that should have been pitch black was turned into a blurred white by the heavy snow.

A gust of wind rushed over, rolled up a broken branch, and slapped it on the car glass, scaring Bolivar.He couldn't help slowing down the car.

squeak--

The car came to a complete stop.Before he had time to do anything, he saw a red dot popping out of the whiteness outside, dazzling like a red-hot carbon grain.

At that moment, Bolivar seemed to be submerged in icy water by someone pressing his head, that biting feeling of being surrounded by the expected severe cold.Something long forgotten has resurfaced.

He turned his head very slowly and looked at the other party. It was a woman in a red coat. She seemed to be waving anxiously, and ran towards the car with staggering steps, saying something to Bolivar.Even though the surroundings are so dark and the snow is so heavy, Bolivar is clearly aware of it.

She is asking me for help.

Then he put his foot on the gas pedal and stepped on it.

Sitting in the car, he could clearly feel the shaking and heaving of the car, the feeling of running over a large foreign object.He watched the red shadow being knocked into the air, then watched the car run over her, and then slowly stopped the car.

Bolivar's hand on the steering wheel was cold and stiff, and he didn't say a word.He didn't dare to look back, didn't dare to look behind him, the ten-meter-long red carpet that he had drawn in the snow.

He could feel his teeth trembling slightly, and the white mist from his breath hit the back of his hands, causing a dense layer of goose bumps.The snow outside the window seemed to be getting bigger, and the cold air came in from the gaps.

"Go back, child, she is not dead yet." In the dark and cold car, another voice suddenly sounded.

It was electronically synthesized mechanical sound.

Bolivar heard himself say, "Yes."

Then he backed the car back, this time with much less ups and downs than before, backed off far enough, and charged again, this time he barely felt the ups and downs.

Until he was sure that the other party was completely crushed into a ball, the flesh and bones could no longer be separated, and they were completely stuck together.

He parked the car, pushed the door down, and walked slowly to the pile of wreckage.The woman still had half of her head left, her eyes were wide open, and that eye just stared at Bolivar, her face was distorted and bright red.Bolivar turned his head away.

A leg was scattered on the side of the road not far away, the exposed skin was pale, the beautiful high-heeled shoes were scattered, and the soles were bright red.

It was probably the stump that was accidentally cut off during the first impact.

He walked over, looked at the high heels for a while, then slowly squatted down, and took off one of the other's shoes.

"What are you doing?" He heard the intercom on his body ask.

"...This is the first time," Bolivar said casually when he heard his past self, "You must bring some souvenirs back."

Something seemed to be said on the intercom, but he didn't catch it.

Through his gloves, he picked up the broken high-heeled shoes. Bright red flowed from the inside of the shoes, and the soles were dyed red.The red kept going down, and the last drop fell on the snow.

Bolivar watched the red-soled high-heeled shoes in his hand gradually gray, twisted, and broken.

I finally understand why I can't drive.

I tried every means to let go of the past, not because Renye Karasuma was brainwashed or anything.

He looked at his younger self, turning to the display case over and over, looking at the high-heeled shoes in the cabinet.

On the first day he got the shoe back, he cleaned up the blood on it.It seems that this way the past can be forgotten.

But those blood and misery are always with us.Knocking on his window when he dreamed back in the middle of the night became an obsession after all.

I want revenge.

kill him.

I was slack before.I can never stand that someone meddles in my life and makes me do things I don't want to do.

"Polly, my child." The bloody palm caressed his cheek, staining half of his face scarlet.

"You don't know that gentleman's strength..." The man's voice was broken and weak, "His wealth..."

"We're no match for Rum either."

"The timing of your choice is very good, but you have to have at least four taels before you can..."

"Remember, no matter what the boss asks you, tell him that the whiskey killed me! Do you understand!"

"……after……"

"I believe you can do everything you want." The middle-aged man with amber eyes stuffed a small tie clip into his hand.

Tiepin with blood on it.

well.

Starting today, my obsession is not with bloody high heels anymore.

It's a bloody tiepin.

Bolivar's breathing became short of breath.

What makes him feel even more sad is that at this moment, he seems to be separated by a layer of glass, like watching a drama, looking at the past that he has forgotten.The heart is numb and stiff, and there is not much touch.

He knew that the layer of glass was the five years he had forgotten these days.

Bolivar woke up suddenly, but couldn't open his eyelids, and vaguely heard someone whispering: "Is the boss awake?"

"No? You read it wrong."

"Quick! Retreat, don't get caught by those FBI agents!"

very noisy--

Bolivar wants to scold them, afraid of what the FBI will do?Confront them directly, who dares to come.

How many times have I said, we are not thieves, don't be guilty!

But he couldn't say a word, he couldn't move, he felt as if someone was lifting himself on the stretcher, and there was another messy noise.

"What a slander."

"What murder, nonsense."

"Those reporters outside stopped me from leaving."

He heard Haga Ryoichi's voice again: "Just say they are targeting heroes."

"PR is talking about conspiracy theories!"

"We fixed the financial crisis, and this is their attack on us, trying to rob us of the victory."

"The crisis has just been quelled, and it is not so fast to cross the river and tear down the bridge."

It seems that there is the voice of the host broadcasting.

"...the whistleblower claims that President Grid, Bolivar Rosales is an out-and-out criminal, devil..."

"...Hundreds of people have called for a re-investigation of the murder of the goodwill ambassador 13 years ago..."

"That brutal murder case shocked the whole country."

"How could the murderer have the heart! Listening to her yelling and wailing, she crushed her to death one after another in the cold and dark snow!"

Someone has been reawakened to the pain of the time.

"My daughter has served charity and public welfare all her life, and has never offended anyone..."

Someone was crying hoarsely.

"...we finally found the relevant evidence..."

evidence?

Bolivar thought dully,

This seemed to trigger a certain key memory again, and the darkness in front of him gradually faded away.

"Polly?"

He seemed to hear a woman's laughter, the other's face was blurred, but she wore a diamond necklace around her neck, which flickered.

"Don't worry, you'll never have a case. Not even the gentleman has any proof."

"Mom will take care of it for you."

Before she finished speaking, she also turned into countless fragments.

"...I got a video sent anonymously..."

"At present, the police have restarted the investigation team and are checking and verifying the video and other materials provided by the whistleblower..."

"Made, bad luck, turn off the radio soon." Someone cursed.

"The public relations side, contact lawyer Fei." This is Curacao's voice.

"Okay, our manpower here is still too weak." Someone said again, "Those lunatics almost rushed in before."

"Move the boss to a safe place first."

The room seemed to agree that Bolivar wanted to hear more.

But it was quickly overwhelmed by the rush of memories.The world spun for a while, light and shadow overlapped, and the surroundings were engulfed in darkness again.Back in time, complete chaos.

It was a bright afternoon.The sun was shining brightly, surrounded by gardens, a group of beautifully dressed people gathered together in twos and threes.

"One, little gentleman?"

"Whose child?" The red-haired girl sat in the corner, propped her chin, and swiped the juice in her glass.She waved to Bolivar and said, "Sit down, what are you doing standing?"

Bolivarvar felt that the other party's face was somewhat familiar.

As if feeling bored, she raised her head slightly and showed a sloppy smile: "Look at the lady over there."

"She is wearing the new LJ's small leather boots this spring, the skirt is a limited edition co-branded by KK and YDS in 81, and the coat is QS's new winter last year."

She even picky about the nail polish color and lipstick color the other party used.It made the lady exclaim again and again.Evidently she was verbatim and had a good eye.

Bolivar applauded very cooperatively: "It's great."

The mother of the girl sitting next to her also showed a proud expression.She took her little daughter to show off again, saying how talented she is, and she is suitable for this bowl of rice.

But in memory, the girl with red hair didn't seem so happy.

"Is this what a girl should look like in your impression?" She returned to her corner with a half-smile, and tilted her head to Bolivar, "I know fashion and art very well, and I always dress elegantly and beautifully." ?”

Bolivar noticed that the tone of the other party was not right: "...I never said that I have this view."

Her words were obviously not meant for Bolivar.

She also realized this, and her words were a little boring: "I know this, just to prove that I am very capable."

"...I'm not interested in these boring things." She picked her nails boredly.

"So what do you want to do?" Bolivar asked.

Hearing this question, the red-haired woman froze for a moment, and after a while, she supported her face and said slowly, "I don't have anything to do either."

"But I heard that mathematics is the hardest thing in the world."

"Only the most difficult thing is the most suitable for me." She said softly, her voice was so low that it was almost inaudible.

At this moment, her face seemed to be glowing.

"Rachel, what are you doing?" A man in the distance called her, with a bit of gnashing of teeth.

He glanced at Bolivar lightly, the sparks in his eyes were even stronger, but he was still suppressed, showing a fake smile, and stepped forward to try to pull Rachel away.

The red-haired woman laughed, and instead grabbed Bolivar's neck, pressed her chest against her, and laughed loudly: "You are really getting more and more boring! How are you?"

"Are you angrier now?"

Only then did Bolivar realize with astonishment why the man was dissatisfied.He felt that she shouldn't sit so close to outsiders.

He opened his mouth, he wanted to say something, but the self in his memory didn't say anything, just watched the two people quarrel violently.

The figure of the red-haired woman sitting in front of the table swayed, as if she had grown up in an instant, turning into a woman in her twenties.

My own perspective has also become shorter, so short that it is not as tall as a blade of grass.He saw a tombstone through the layers of green.

The red-haired woman lowered her head and looked at the tombstone, looking very calm. There was an ordinary-looking man standing beside her.

"...they're all dead."

The other party's tone was very slow, without ups and downs, which made people creepy.

"But why, there is only joy in my heart."

"These are my biological parents and brothers and sisters." Her voice became louder and more exaggerated, "The kind that are connected by blood."

"But the happiness in my heart seems to be like spring water, gurgling out."

The man standing next to her was also pale, but he still stammered and added: "Then, let's open a bottle of champagne... to celebrate?"

The woman was silent for a moment: "...there's no need for champagne."

"I heard you found a job? In Grid?" The woman turned her gaze to the other party. "But it's really too much for Grid to not want a woman!"

"I don't want women, there are many companies..."

"I want to go to the technical post." The woman interrupted him.

"This this……"

"I don't care, it's up to you to find a way for me. Now I have been expelled from the family. I have no money and no connections. I am completely alone."

"...not alone."

"...If you want, I will always be here." He said this very carefully, very lightly.

However, the woman just tilted her head and did not respond.

Who are these two, Rachel and Russ?Bolivar subconsciously thought, the previous ruler of the lark died suddenly?Was it disposed of by that gentleman?

Haga Ryoichi said about destroying the token...

"Are you still reading that information?"

"I really didn't expect that the leader of the intelligence team is the heir of the Lark Group." The other party's words were a little emotional, "They obviously have so many, but they are still not satisfied, and they insist on getting involved in the organization."

"...But not now." Bolivar heard himself saying, "The gentleman said that the pocket watch produced by Lark before will be used as a new intelligence team token... Use this to establish a new chain."

"Huh? Do you have one? The new heir of the lark is really miserable, turning him and his entire group into a target. From this point of view, Rum and those FBI investigators, I'm afraid they will take it for granted. I think whiskey has something to do with the lark."

Bolivar was silent for a while, and said: "Anyway, the new president is just a side branch, and he doesn't know anything. He can't be wronged anyway."

"But it seems that you are going to be wronged." The other party said with a smile and blinked. "The lady of the Carpenter family doesn't seem to know that she has caused you a lot of trouble."

"She joined Grid. Russ, Russ did a good job."

"Besides, that gentleman seems to have heard some rumors." The man's voice was slightly hoarse, and he smiled, "The rebuilding of the intelligence team was very difficult for that gentleman, but he accidentally discovered traces of your previous house theft."

"Seems to know something good you found,"

The other party spoke with a smile: "For example, about the pocket watch, he suspects that you made a copy in advance and wants me to steal it. Do you think I will promise him or not?"

Bolivar's tone was still very steady: "...I remember, that gentleman tested Rachel many times at the beginning, and used many methods, and finally released her after confirming that the other party didn't know anything."

"This is his biggest shortcoming. He is hesitant and indecisive. He never cuts the grass and roots."

"Of course, he also dreamed that he could find clues from Rachel in the future. It won't cut off all the roads."

"It's dark under the lamp, that's probably how it is." Bolivar reached out and took out the pocket watch from his pocket, "Her character..."

"Garcia, send someone to talk to her." Bolivar sighed, "I'm afraid, the boss never dreamed that I would return what I took away."

"I don't think this is a good idea. Boss, maybe it will be faked."

"She might betray you."

"Don't worry, she can't refuse this temptation."

"Everyone in the family regards it as a treasure, and the family keepsake that she had no right to touch before, is held in her hands every day at this moment, and she can handle it at will." Bolivar said slowly, "This is her obsession. "

"Obsession...Indeed, people will do a lot of crazy things for obsession." The man with amber eyes turned his eyes to the window, and he saw a lady walking leisurely on the side of the road with a golden retriever .

"What are you looking at?" Bolivar asked.

"...It's nothing, I've decided." He retracted his gaze and said, "I've decided to change my immediate boss, and I won't have sex with you anymore."

"After all, the conditions offered by that gentleman are very attractive." He said half-jokingly, "There is no future with you, but that gentleman said that he can give me the rights to whiskey."

Bolivar raised his eyebrows slightly, but also laughed, shaking his head slightly, not taking this matter to heart.

He watched himself restrain all his thoughts and develop logistics in a stable manner.The gentleman sent a lot of people over and searched for it a few times, only to find an empty pocket watch dial, and he was relieved that nothing was found.

He always remembered the past, and he even found an opportunity to try to use his ability to directly kill that gentleman.But it failed.The other party seemed to be sheltered by the god of luck, and could always escape death by a narrow margin.

It can't go on like this...

He knew very well that he was full of hostility.When a person pays too much attention to one point, it is difficult to control the overall situation and achieve one aspect.

"I need an outsider's perspective," Bolivar said to himself.

"A bystander's perspective that directly examines the whole world without any emotional color."

"Only he can find the whole breaking point."

All he could think of was his past self, who knew nothing.

I have not yet integrated into this society, I am very familiar with the development of the entire Conan world, I have not experienced things in this world, and I have no prejudice against everyone.

"I need to tell him how to play Bolivar well," he murmured, "for example, a complete and detailed itinerary planning form."

"The first thing you see when you wake up, it's best to realize where this is..." Bolivar hesitated for a second between Wynyard's film, Kudo Yukiko's film and Kudo Yusaku's novel collection, and then decisively chose Bell. Maud's movie, after all he's Black now, and he wants to imply that to himself.

"Choose a suitable place as a wake-up point. For example, a house where I live alone."

Next, the birth point is arranged, and he needs to prepare the motivation to push himself forward and the rewards at each stage.

"What I care most about... is how to save my life."

Then how to promote it is easy to solve, as long as he is convinced that the world is in chaos and will threaten his most important life at any time.

Bolivar looked at the map and circled the various bases of the organization, and then circled the famous slums nearby.

"There are many disputes near the slums..." Bolivar pondered, "The training base for organizing newcomers is here, and the task of newcomers will not be far away, in the same city as these people. I don't believe that nothing will happen."

"If it's really lucky that nothing happens, send someone to make it happen." Bolivar said with a stroke.

"There is also the truth." Bolivar set up three levels at will. He really thinks that solving puzzles from the study room to the secret room to the basement is not difficult at all.

"But I need to remind that this matter is not as simple as he imagined." Bolivar smiled, "I need to remind him that I exist."

"So, use my ability to set the key to the last organ."

He called and informed his subordinates in the cannery to arrange missions for the two new recruits, Toru Amuro, to the vicinity of the University City, and then make a plan for Bolivar to go to the University City to recruit new recruits himself.

Arrange everything, and wait quietly for an opportunity.

"That fat pig is really disgusting." The red-haired woman folded the documents in her hand into pieces, her face full of anger, "I have warned him several times."

"My boss doesn't care. It's useless for the police to sue him."

The woman's expression was exaggerated, and she pretended to say: "They will only say, sorry, ma'am, we need evidence."

"That gentleman is an upper-class person with power and money, what kind of beauty do you want?"

"Maybe you are too sensitive, this is just a normal contact among colleagues!" Her tone gradually became irritable.

"Do you want me to talk to him?" Russ blinked, "Or should I tell the boss directly."

"No, even though I haven't met that kid, I can tell from his performance that he is a workaholic." Rachel complained, "It will only make me appear squeamish and fussy."

"I'm just an ordinary employee, and I caught a lot of them. Are there few women who have been fired because of this kind of thing?"

She had long forgotten that she had met Bolivar a long time ago, and she hadn't noticed the little reptile slowly crawling past her feet.

"I want to do it myself." Rachel said blankly, "Since no one wants to solve the problem, then I can only solve it, the person who asked me the problem."

"Rachel?"

"Stop talking nonsense, just say whether you dare or not."

"...Here, we can buy it."

Rachel laughed angrily. Lars didn't know, but she knew very well that more than half of the company is organized. They can do it externally, but they can't do it internally. They can only do it themselves.

"Shut up, do it with me, or I'll figure it out myself."

Russ's tact and shrewdness were pale and worthless at this moment.He quickly said yes.

There is going to be a case.Bolívar blinked, listening to their whispers, hammering out the details.

The east wind has arrived.

The moment the case happened, the moment the water was muddied, was the best time for him to enter.

The turmoil of that day can mask all his unnaturalness and remind himself, once again, what a place this is.

Everything is ready, and there is also an off-site guide or game manager, in case something goes wrong, he can rush to rescue...

Of course, there cannot be only one administrator. One needs to take care of several people who are prone to problems, and the other needs to take care of himself.Bolivar thought for a while, and then wrote the names of Garcia and Haga Ryoichi on this piece.

He turned Garcia up a half notch.

He decided to let the opponent control the overall situation, and picked him up on the first day, which is also a signal.

He wants to tell himself in the future who doesn't know the situation, this is a point that can be trusted.

"Crack-"

The silver knife pierced through the bright red apple at once.Translucent attractive juice flows down the opening.

The young man raised his hand, shook off the juice on his hand, his eyebrows were closed, and the light and shadow intertwined on his face.

He pulled the fruit knife out of the apple and looked up.

Then, he showed a bright smile: "Yo, boss, how are you resting?"

The person lying next to him half propped himself up, pinched his still aching forehead, his voice was hoarse: "How long have I been in a coma?"

"It's been a week." The young man said, picked up the apple again, cut it into small pieces and handed it over.

"Everything has been resolved. Renye Karasuma is definitely dead. The financial crisis has also initially subsided."

Bolivar didn't answer his words. Looking around, this place seemed to be a basement, and the surroundings were dark, only the small TV in front was shining brightly.He fixed his eyes on the TV in front of him.Garcia's eyes followed Bolivar's.

"...It's basically confirmed. The man in the video has black hair and dark golden eyes. This appearance is too obvious..."

Hearing this sentence, Bolivar moved slightly, and Garcia, who was sitting next to him, also moved instantly.The plate containing the apples was overturned in an instant and fell to the ground, with little drops of water falling out.

He rolled out a small pistol from his sleeve, loaded it, and put it on Bolivar's neck.

The atmosphere in the room froze instantly. Bolivar glanced at the gun in Garcia's hand, and Garcia turned his head to look at Bolivar.

His hands were steady, and he even had the leisure to smile at Bolivar.

Bolivar could clearly see the side face and chin of the other party, which indeed resembled him somewhat: "Plus——"

"Shh, don't talk, boss." Garcia smiled and stretched out his hand, covering Bolivar's mouth with the other hand.The hand with apple juice on his cheek made Bolivar subconsciously frown.

Bolivar blinked.The opponent didn't use much strength, and there was no killing intent on his body, just the weird smile hanging from the corner of his mouth, which made Bolivar feel cold.

"If you say a few more words, I'm afraid I will regret it." Garcia said with a slight smile.

Bolivar had just woken up, his brain was still numb, and when he opened his eyes, he saw himself in a small dark room, and sitting next to him was a subordinate who had resigned.He was stunned, obviously still not reacting.

Compared with fear and panic, the strongest thought in his mind was to dislike the other party for not wiping his hands clean.

Fortunately, Garcia didn't deal with him immediately, making him a fool.

"Well, that's the expression. I've wanted to see your expression for a long time."

As Garcia spoke, the smile on the corner of his mouth slowly faded, he looked at Bolivar for a while, and then said softly with no expression on his face: "...I have been waiting for this day, too, for a long time."

The surroundings were pitch black, and the lights flickered, making the shadows of the two people longer.

There is no third person in the house.

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The author has something to say:

The other half didn't come out.

I will change it in the second half, woo woo (sorry for a long break)

In fact, there are quite a lot of clues on the whiskey side.

I also saw the long analysis of the little angel!Refill!Thank you so much

In addition to that comment, there are several important clues.

Lark pocket watches are scattered everywhere (Toru Amuro, who just joined, has one), but the leaders of the three groups do not know each other's identity.

This means the lark is a guise (was the past tense)

Russ and Rachel with this surname must have nothing to do with the incumbent.

Lark has a long history, several generations, and its history is not weaker than that of the Karasuma Group, but at this moment it is being erected as a target, proving that they may have conflicts.

And Coco and Mr. Houston talk about only brothers and husband and wife inheriting the Lark Group.

A token is in Bolivar's hands, and the only ones who can be called brothers with Bolivar are Garcia, who calls him the eldest brother, and, when he was joking, Ivy, who said he has a marriage contract.

I also specially wrote that Ivy’s mother has a pocket watch, which is a smoke bomb (as a result, no one suspects that her pocket watch is a token, woohoo)

Bolivar has persecution paranoia, which is still very serious, so it is impossible for him to have so many trustworthy people, and his character is also very cautious. It is impossible to leave a very dangerous mine for him who has no memory to step on it.

As mentioned before, that gentleman can't brainwash.After all, the facts about the Miyano sisters are there, so Bolivar's initial conclusion that he was brainwashed was wrong.

And he chose to forget the past for many reasons.

Except that Bolivar's reasoning and ideas may be wrong, when other people tell the relevant information to their close or trusted people, they are basically telling the truth.

感谢在2022-05-0723:31:35~2022-05-1100:01:36期间为我投出霸王票或灌溉营养液的小天使哦~

Thanks to the little angel who threw the mine: 1 paperweight;

Thanks to the little angels of irrigation nutrient solution: 10 bottles of Versailles; 1 bottle of stars do not sleep;

Thank you very much for your support, I will continue to work hard!