Coroner Coroner

"I think even if I were replaced by her, and Akai was replaced by Xiaoai, I'm afraid I wouldn't be able to be like her..."

Lin Xinyi is also going to talk about Judy's death grip.

But Miyano Akemi stopped talking.

"Uh... what's wrong?"

"It's okay." Miyano Akemi shook her head.

She sighed lightly, then smiled lightly, with complete relief:

"Mr. Lin, I'll call Xiao Ai over."

"I'll prepare dinner for you."

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There was a rustling sound of spatulas turning in the kitchen.

One could faintly see the back of a young woman busy in front of the stove.

Outside the kitchen, the little girl with brown hair was sitting obediently next to the man, staring intently at the tape recorder on the table, with a serious expression as if she was preparing for something.

This scene looks at first glance:

It seems that the mother is cooking, and the father is doing English listening with his daughter.

But in fact, it was the elder sister who was cooking, and the younger sister was with her boyfriend, listening to his mother-in-law's last words.

"Mom..." Hui Yuanai whispered this very unfamiliar word to her, with complex emotions secretly flowing in her eyes.

Her memories of her mother were completely blank.

That in itself is a tragedy.

Then the air inevitably became heavy.

Fortunately, she still has her sister and Lin Xinyi by her side.

Hui Yuanai glanced at Lin Xinyi's implied encouraging smile, finally took a deep breath, and firmly pressed the play button.

Swish...the tape recorder started.

She also held her breath involuntarily.

Finally, the mother's voice appeared in my ears:

"Shiho, happy birthday!"

It's a very young female voice.

And with some foreign accents.

But this accent is not harsh at all, but surprisingly cheerful, cute and active.

Unlike the loving mother Lin Xinyi imagined at the beginning, she looked like a young big sister with a lively personality.

Because Miyano Elena was not too old at that time.

This is what she left when Shiho was just born, as a birthday wish for her future daughter.

From 1 to 20 years old, every year.

"To 1-year-old Shiho, happy birthday...You have to eat hard and grow up quickly..."

"To 2-year-old Shiho, happy birthday...you have to listen to your sister and be a good boy..."

"..."

"Happy birthday to 7-year-old Shiho..."

"You should be in elementary school now..."

In fact, all the college courses are self-study...

"Twelve years old, our Shiho is already a junior high school student..."

It's actually a graduate student...

"15 years old..."

I've gotten several Ph.D.'s...

Mom.

Hearing these "expired" birthday wishes, Hui Yuanai couldn't help but smile slightly.

She had rarely smiled so naturally before.

However, now...

"Shiho, at the age of 18, you should already be in love..."

"I hope you can find someone who truly loves you."

"I hope he can replace mom and dad and stay by your side forever..."

Do not worry…

Miss Shiho was still smiling.

Now she is already used to laughing——

If it is by his side.

She quietly grabbed Lin Xinyi's big hand and pulled him to "meet" her mother:

"Don't worry, mom..."

"I have found it."

Chapter 640 Organized Operational Meeting

A few days later, an underground stronghold of the "Winery".

Ireland came here with mixed feelings.

Because he is here for a meeting.

Have a battle meeting.

This so-called "combat" is to organize a crusade against Lin Xinyi, the FBI, the CIA, and the Japanese Public Security Bureau.

Just seeing the long list of names on the enemy list, it is not difficult to imagine how difficult the task of this battle is and how dangerous the process is.

Unfortunately, he, Ireland, is the protagonist of this battle.

Although he himself does not want to be the protagonist, but...

"The organization has decided:"

"It's up to you to be the bait."

As soon as he entered the conference room, Gin secretly emphasized this point to Ireland again with his ruthless eyes.

Yes, black organizations also use conference rooms for their meetings.

Instead of a few men in black huddling together in front of the bar counter, chatting in cold low voices while drinking.

Otherwise, there would be no place to hang the battle map, and it would be very troublesome to talk about the action plan.

And when Ireland entered the conference room, there were already four members of the organization sitting in front of the long table in the conference room:

In addition to gin, there are vodka, Cohen, Chianti.

These three people are the backbone of the Gin Squad.

The will of the boss of Gin is the will of the three of them.

So as soon as Ireland entered the door, it greeted four malicious eyes:

"Ireland, how is your hand doing?"

"I..." Ireland moved the arm whose plaster was just removed yesterday, with an unnatural expression:

"My hand, actually..."

"Huh?" Qin Jiu frowned.

"Hmph!" Vodka immediately followed with a cold snort.

Cohen pushed the sunglasses on the bridge of his nose calmly.

Miss Chianti also remained silent, but silently stroked the sniper rifle box beside her.

"My hand is actually recovering pretty well."

"Ha ha ha ha…"

"Can you perform the mission?"

"Yes, no problem."

"That's good." Qin Jiu's eyes calmed down: "Sit down."

As he spoke, he, who had always been taciturn, gave Ireland a few words of comfort:

"Don't worry, Ireland."

"The organization wants to take the opportunity to stumble those intelligence agencies this time, instead of letting you die on purpose - if I just want to deal with you, why do I have to make such a big battle?"

"Although the action will inevitably be dangerous, as long as you act honestly according to the organization's plan, there will naturally be a way out."

Ireland:"……"

I wasn't too scared at first.

Now being so patiently comforted by Gin Jiu, he felt that something was wrong.

"I, I understand..."

Ireland bit the bullet and sat down at the conference table.

At this time, the door of the meeting room was pushed open again.