Chapter 240 Vermouth Begins His Plan

Chapter 240 Vermouth Begins His Plan

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The dim room was filled with smoke, and the ashtray on the table was filled with stubbed cigarette butts.

Vermouth rubbed her painful forehead, resisted the urge to retch, drank a sip of water to moisten her throat, and sighed: "Kamiya Yuya, your existence really poses a big problem for me!"

According to Gin, Shirley was originally rescued by Shuichi Akai, but now she appears next to Yuya Kamiya again.

So Kamiya Yuya is related to the FBI? But the recent investigation did not show any connection between them, and the woman was just simply following him...

Did she miss something?

She turned her head and looked at the wall on the other side, where the photos were still posted.

"Time is running out." Vermouth murmured in a low voice, picked up a dart from the table with her backhand, aimed at the photo for a while, pretended to throw it, but put her hand down again.

"If possible, I hope you won't be involved..." Vermouth sighed, turned around, stared blankly at the dart in her hand, and suddenly swung it backhand, and the dart "puffed" and firmly nailed on one of the photos.

At this time, the phone suddenly rang.

Vermouth lowered her eyes. That was the organization’s exclusive cell phone. Who would call her at this time?

There was no caller ID, so after a moment's thought, she picked up the phone and pressed the answer button.

"Hey?"

"Hey, Vermouth."

"Bourbon?" Hearing this familiar yet annoying voice, Vermouth couldn't help but frowned, but then she thought of something and her brows immediately relaxed.

"I heard that Gin was arrested by the Metropolitan Police Department? Why didn't you inform me of such a good thing?" Bourbon's voice sounded a little gloating.

Vermouth ignored Bourbon's question and raised a dangerous smile: "Bourbon, you came at the right time..."

"Oh?"

After a moment, Vermouth said, "Then I'll leave it to you."

"No problem. I also thank you for bringing me such important information, and an appropriate return gift is necessary. See you then."

"see you then."

The phone hangs up.

Vermouth sat down at the table and used the mouse to open a web page. There was a forum on it with a vertical column of posts. Although the titles were different, the contents all meant the same thing. The ID of the poster was also the same person, called "I Hate Fu Pu".

"Damn you, Fukuga Chizo, I must kill you!" "You ruined the ending of my favorite Nirvana series, I won't let you go!" "Believe it or not, I will make your life end in a mess like this!"···

Vermouth smiled: "Haha, you've posted so many messages, it seems that you hate Fukuura Chizo very much. In that case, use me..."

I clicked the mouse and opened the private message interface of "I hate Fukuura" and sent him a message: "You seem to hate Fukuura Chizo very much?"

After sending the private message, Vermouth lit another cigarette and slowly waited. This ID had just posted a post a few minutes ago, so it should still be online.

Sure enough, not long after I sent the private message, I received a reply.

"Of course. This damn guy actually let my favorite Nirvana end badly, and then went to make the crappy movie Ghost Ship. I want to kill him!"

The way he phrased I Hate Fu Pu was very radical and he did not conceal it at all, and it was clear that he truly hated Fu Pu Qian Zao very much.

Vermouth's smile deepened, and she immediately replied, "Do you really want to kill him so badly? If I can provide you with a detailed plan and ensure that you will not be discovered, would you like to give it a try?"

After sending the private message, I didn’t receive a reply immediately. After a while, the other party replied: “Really? Are you kidding?”

"I never joke," Vermouth quickly typed on the keyboard, "Are you interested in listening to my plan? The stage of this plan is on that ghost ship. There is an event on that ship..."

Vermouth gave a rough description of her plan, and at the end she added: "How is it? My plan is perfect, right? As long as you act according to the plan, no one will be able to see through it. Can't wait to start it?"

Somewhere in the house

The owner of the room didn't turn on the lights, and there was only a faint glow from the monitor.

I hate Fupu sitting in front of the computer, staring at the screen with a dull look in his eyes, filled with all kinds of emotions, excitement, eagerness to try, but more of it is fear.

After a long while, he began to type on the keyboard with trembling hands: "Since your plan is so perfect, why don't you implement it yourself?"

On the other side of the computer, Vermouth responded quickly: "Because I have more important things to do. So do you want to try it? I can help you prepare the things you need, you just need to follow the plan."

This time, there was no reply to the private message for more than ten minutes, but Vermouth was not anxious at all. She looked relaxed, took a puff of cigarette, and blew out a few smoke rings.

For an ordinary person, he may be able to say all kinds of horrible remarks on the Internet without restraint, but if he is asked to really kill someone, I am afraid that few people can do it.

However, judging from the wording of the post, this person's hatred for Fukuura Chizo is extremely deep, and Vermouth is very confident that she can convince him.

Finally, I Hate Fukuura's reply came, but to Vermouth's surprise, the other party actually refused.

"Thank you very much for your plan, but after thinking about it, I decided to forget it. Killing people is not right. If you are willing to do it yourself, I will wish you good luck. Don't worry, I won't tell anyone about this."

Rejected? Vermouth's smile slowly faded, and her expression became cold and weird. How could you refuse?

Unfortunately, it's too late to refuse now. Since you know my plan, how could I let you run away?

The slender fingers danced nimbly on the keyboard, typing out dangerous words one after another: "No, I think you will be happy to carry out this plan..."

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I hate the Fupu family

I hated Fu Pu for looking at the photos and videos in the package and feeling cold all over.

The photos were of him and his family's daily life, taken from various angles and seemingly at a very close distance. There were a few front-facing photos with big red crosses drawn on them.

But I hate that Fukuura has no idea who took the photo or when it was taken.

I hated Fu Pu for putting the videotape into the VCR. After a flash of snow on the TV, the picture that appeared made me hate Fu Pu and I was instantly overwhelmed by great fear.

I rushed to the computer, opened the private chat interface that I had just closed, and sent a message to the person on the other end: "What on earth do you want to do???!!!..."

A series of question marks and exclamation marks revealed his fear and panic.

The reply came almost immediately, as if the person on the other end had been waiting for her, and it read: "I told you that you would be happy to carry out my plan."

I hate that Fu Pu stared at the screen intently, his body shaking violently. After a long time, he drooped his shoulders as if he had given up.

He could never have imagined that just venting his anger online would actually attract a demon.

"I understand. I will do as you say. But please don't hurt my family!"

"Don't worry, as long as you carry out my plan obediently, I won't touch your family. And I've said that no one will see through this plan."

"I see…"