Coroner Ke Xue

At night, the black organization has a stronghold.

Vodka woke up groggily.

"Why did I fall asleep?"

He vaguely felt that something was wrong, but he couldn't tell what was wrong.

After all, after half a day of intense and boring prison time, he was indeed physically and mentally exhausted and overwhelmed.

It's normal to fall asleep like this.

"what time is it now"

Vodka looked up at the small ventilation window:

I saw a moon rising high outside.

"Isn't eldest brother back yet?"

Vodka sighed sadly.

Then he moved his wrists, which were bleeding from the handcuffs, and leaned tiredly against the high wall, then slumped down on the cold floor.

The darker the night, the darker the sky, and the colder the air.

But there was still a glimmer of light in his eyes:

"Brother will never give up on me, no."

"He will definitely believe me!"

Vodka pinned all his hopes on his big brother Gin.

And God seems to have lived up to his expectations.

Just when he was staring so hard that his eyes were red, and he was almost grabbing the ground with his head in despair, the heavy iron door finally opened.

Light shone into the dark cell.

At the same time, the tall and steady voice of the man was also reflected.

"Brother!"

Vodka almost shed tears:

"Are you here to let me go?"

Gin didn't answer.

He just walked into the cell slowly and turned on the light silently.

What became clear with the light was his cold and icy face.

Then those who filed into the cell were Bourbon, Kiel, Ireland, and Curaçao.

Their expressions may not be as cold as Gin, but there is an undisguised vigilance and hostility in their eyes.

"Brother, you guys"

Vodka's expression was a little stiff.

He instinctively felt that something was wrong, so he had no choice but to bite the bullet and ask calmly:

"Why are you all here?"

"And Curacao, why is she here too?"

"That's a good question." Gin finally said coldly: "Curaçao, tell me what you discovered."

"Yes." Curacao's strange-colored pupils were full of indifference.

Then I just listened to her describe her whole day's experience in a business-like tone:

"I was ordered by Mr. Rum to sneak into the police station and steal the undercover list."

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"Vodka——"

At the end of the day, I finally saw:

"Your name is on that list."

Vodka: "."

He was completely stunned.

It wasn't like he hadn't thought that the real undercover would secretly plot against him again.

Bourbon, Keir and others who participated in this morning's operation were all among his vigilant suspicions.

But Vodka never expected that the first person to stand up and throw dirty water on him would be Mr. Rum's cronies, an outsider from Curaçao who had nothing to do with this morning's action!

"You're talking nonsense!"

Vodka finally choked out a pale defense:

"I didn't betray the organization at all!"

"The mole is not me, the mole is"

"It's you, Curacao—"

He stared at Curacao hysterically:

"You are conspiring with the police to frame me!"

"Ha." Curacao smiled coldly, not even bothering to refute.

And his gin brother also always maintained a terrible silence.

Oops

Vodka's heart sank:

Bourbon and Gere are suspects in this case, and their words have no weight.

But Curacao is a "pure stranger", and Gin may believe what she says.

"Big, big brother."

"Brother, you know me."

Gin was silent.

Vodka is even more desperate:

"I don't like money at all, and I'm not interested in money."

Gin was still silent.

Vodka gritted his teeth and finally spoke the truth without hesitation:

"If I really betray the organization, then the first person I should sell to is that bastard Chartreux."

"Vodka!"

Gin finally glanced coldly:

"What time is it now?"

"And mention the grudge between you and Chat!"

"Oh?" Except Miss Curacao, who looked subtle.

Kiel, Bourbon and Ireland all pricked up their ears curiously:

Chartreuse, the mysterious Chartreuse again.

From what it sounds like, Vodka seems to have a grudge against him?

The undercovers were extremely curious about this.

But unfortunately, Vodka then wisely stopped mentioning Chartreuse's name.

He was just like a nagging old woman, feebly and pitifully repeating his feeble excuse over and over again:

"Brother, I don't have her. I really don't have her in Curacao."

"There's something wrong with her information!"

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"Okay, okay." Ireland interrupted him impatiently.

Not only did he glare at Vodka with disdain, he also pointed the finger directly at Gin, who had always remained silent:

"Gin, what are you hesitating about?"

"Vodka has been the only guy with the conditions to commit the crime from the beginning, and now Curacao has brought back such reliable evidence from the police department."

"But you are still hesitating here——"

"Just because he is your subordinate and has some friendship with you?"

Ireland's words are heartbreaking:

"Think about it carefully:"

"If it's me, or Bourbon and Kiel, who's being held captive here right now."

"Gin, will you still act so 'gentle'?!"

Gin was speechless.

Ireland is right.

If it were someone else who was accused of being a mole, there would be no need for Curaçao to confront him.

Just the text message Curacao sent back before was enough to make Gin take out his gun and kill him.

But now, it's his little brother Vodka's turn to be suspected.

He began to relent and couldn't bear to shoot.

This kind of double standard of dealing with things that is clearly showing favoritism is really hard to convince the public.

Now that Ireland has exposed it in public, Gin is even more embarrassed.

"Feel sorry."

Gin let out a long sigh.

He finally slowly took out his gun and pointed it at the man who had fought alongside him:

"Vodka."

"Brother." Vodka begged with tears in his eyes.

But Gin's finger still tightened on the trigger.

"no, do not want."

The trigger was slowly pulled.

"Brother--!"

Gin: "."

The trigger was not pulled after all.

"What?" Ireland mocked rudely: "Have you forgotten how to use a gun?"

"Shut up!" Gin shouted murderously.

He arbitrarily stopped the execution, but he did not completely put down the gun pointed at vodka:

"Vodka, I'll give you a minute."

"You said you're not a mole——"

"Then give me a reasonable excuse to prove your innocence!"

It is certainly not feasible in judicial procedures to allow the suspect to prove his or her innocence, otherwise the suspect will be found guilty.

But for Gin, who kills without blinking an eye, this is a kindness he has never shown before.

Except for Vodka, no one had ever been able to gain such an extra minute of precious time under his gun.

"Brother, thank you!"

Vodka finally couldn't help but wet his eyes.

He knew this was the last chance his eldest brother left for him.

But this minute is not long after all.

Soon, there are only 50 seconds left in a minute, 30 seconds, 10 seconds.

10, 9, 8, 7, 6, 5

Gin's finger pressed on the trigger again.

"etc!"

Vodka seems to have grasped at a life-saving straw.

At the last moment of his life, a flash of inspiration finally flashed through his dull mind:

"This mole can't be me!"

"Although I seem to be the most qualified to commit the crime and the most likely mole to betray everyone's hiding place this morning."

"But in fact, I am the one least qualified to commit the crime!"

Vodka took the time to explain:

"Brother, what do you think:"

"The hiding locations of our three action teams were temporarily determined before the operation this morning."

"Even I didn't know where our three groups were hiding until after the operation started."

"And from then on, we were surrounded and ambushed, and then I was imprisoned here."

"I'm always by your side, big brother!"

"Don't you still know whether I have sent a message to the outside world and whether I have reported our location to the Japanese police?"

Vodka grabbed Gin's sleeve excitedly and defended himself pitifully:

But Gin just replied with a cold face:

"I am not sure."

"Because... I am too reassured about you."

Because he was too confident about vodka, he never paid attention to being wary of vodka.

At that time Vodka was still sitting in the front driver's seat.

Even if he did make any small moves, it would be difficult to see clearly from the back seat.

In short, with that kind of absolute trust, even if Vodka really sends a message next to him, he may not be able to detect it.

But vodka may have betrayed his trust.

"I really didn't!"

Vodka hurriedly continued to add:

"Brother, even if I dare to secretly contact the outside world by your side, report our hiding place to the Japanese police."

"Then to communicate with the outside world, there should be sending equipment!"

"But brother, you personally inspected everything on me:"

"Except for a mobile phone, I have no other device that can send messages to the outside world!"

"You can also take that phone to the technicians to check and see if I secretly communicated with the outside world at that time."

"Heh." Vodka hadn't finished speaking yet.

Ireland chuckled maliciously:

"Vodka, who knows if you lost the sending device on the road?"

"If you can't find it now, does that mean you didn't have it on hand at the time?"

"You?!" Vodka's big face turned red and purple: "Then you can't prove that I had a sending device in my hand at the time!"

"so what?"

"We're not judges."

"Traitors can be shot on reasonable suspicion—"

"This is our principle of conduct, isn't it?"

Ireland said a few words, which left Vodka speechless.

He stood there stupidly, as if he could no longer find any words to defend himself.

"enough!"

Gin drank their quarrel.

He made his final judgment:

"I believe in vodka."

"Vodka has been in the car with me since the beginning of the operation and there was no place to dispose of the sending equipment."

"Before putting him in here, I also personally confiscated his belongings - after inspection, he did not carry any suspicious electronic devices."

"Brother!" Vodka's eyes became moist again.

"Gin, are you going too far?"

After Ireland's main output, Mr. Bourbon taunted coldly:

"Even now, you are still favoring your own subordinates."

"What, do you want to change your career to become a police officer?"

"Do you have to have conclusive evidence to believe that he is a mole?"

"That's right!" Gin met Bourbon's questioning gaze with a cold face: "Only if the evidence is conclusive and enough to prove that Vodka betrayed us, can I fully believe that he is the mole."

"Otherwise, if the wrong person is arrested, the real undercover will continue to lurk among us."

“That would only be more harmful to the organization.”

As he spoke, he gave Bourbon, Kiel, Ireland and Curaçao a cold look.

It's like telling them openly, "I suspect that one of you is the real undercover."

"Then what do you want to do?"

Curacao couldn't help but look at Gin tit for tat:

"Do you have to find the sending device that you don't know where the vodka is hidden in order to believe the information I brought back?"

"How can you be sure that your eyes won't go wrong?"

"What if Vodka had hidden it from your eyes and had thrown the transmitter somewhere in the stronghold long before you locked him in the gas chamber and confiscated his belongings?"

"Gin. Do you think Mr. Rum will agree with what you are saying now?"

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Facing a series of questions from Curaçao, Gin just responded with silence.

Because he knows that now he is looking for excuses to favor vodka.

As long as there is no irrefutable evidence in front of you.

He could hold on to the last illusion and believe that vodka had not betrayed him.

"Give me one more day to investigate."

"The last day."

Gin finally gave up the disguise and revealed a side that was not so cold.

He was still trying to stall for time.

Hopefully, evidence will be uncovered that could disprove the Curaçao intelligence.

But at this moment.

Vodka just raised his arm slightly, moving his wrists that were red from the handcuffs.

Gin suddenly discovered something:

"Buttons on the cuffs?!"

His pupils shrank.

The hint of tenderness hidden in his eyes quickly disappeared.

Instead, there was bone-chilling indifference and anger.

"What, what's wrong?"

The vodka still hasn't hit me yet.

He didn't notice anything wrong with the buttons on his sleeves.

But in Gin's eyes, his performance was more like a show of pretending to be crazy and acting stupid.

This made Gin, who once trusted him, even more annoyed:

"Vodka, hand over the buttons on your sleeves!"

"Ha ha?"

Vodka was slightly startled.

But Gin took a sudden step forward and pulled off the button.

Pull it off and put it in the palm of your hand to see:

From the front, it looks like an ordinary large resin button.

But as long as you turn it over slightly, you can see a miniature electronic device tightly embedded inside.

Gin's face darkened, murderous intent suddenly arose.

There was a terrifying silence all around.

"Tsk tsk tsk vodka"

Only Ireland still sighs without hesitation:

"Are you pretty good at hiding a bug?"

Vodka: "."

His face turned pale, and he stood there as if struck by lightning.

"Vo! Special! Plus!"

Gin was angry.

Vodka has never seen such an angry boss:

"What else do you have to say now!!"

This question came out of Ginjiu's mouth word by word.

He was almost gnashing his teeth and furious.

"me."

Vodka is completely stupid:

"Wait. No"

"W-who is this?"

"Who put this button on me!"

"Ha." Ireland snorted disdainfully: "Who else can change a button for you without knowing it?"

"You, you and me." Vodka was already a little incoherent.

Seeing Gin's hand holding the gun trembling.

Only then did he suddenly think of something in despair:

"Wait. It was before!"

"I fell asleep for a while before!"

"right--"

"It must be you, Ireland, Bourbon, Kiel, it's you."

"You secretly stunned me and put this button on my suit!"

Vodka stared at Ireland, Bourbon and Keele with red eyes.

Not even Curacao was spared:

"Undercover. The undercover must be among you!"

"That's enough!" Gin interrupted him coldly:

"Curaçao has been outside all this time and just came to the base with me."

"Remote cameras are installed in the stronghold, and Bourbon, Kiel, and Ireland are staying behind to monitor each other."

"How could they hide this from others and attack you from me?"

"This" Vodka's eyes widened, but he couldn't say a word of defense for a long time.

He finally lost his mind completely in despair:

"I understand, I understand."

"Bourbon, Kiel, Ireland, Curacao, you four are all in the same group, you."

“They are all undercovers!!”

"This" Bourbon, Kiel, Ireland, and Curacao looked at each other strangely.

Then, in front of Gin, they all agreed:

"Yes Yes Yes"

"We are all undercover."