Chapter 232

The fountains spraying into the high sky shone with colorful brilliance under the illumination of the multi-colored spotlights, even forming a rainbow below.

It's just a pity that the man and woman in the cabin were immersed in a wonderful feeling and had no time to watch this beautiful scenery that might change the plot.

"Hey, what's wrong with you?"

Akaso Kaze supported Curaçao's small head.

Why did this girl lose her strength while kissing?

Akaso Kaze even thought she had recovered her memory.

But when he looked up, she actually had dull eyes and was gasping for air.

"I'm fine, just, just a little dizzy~"

Curaçao panted heavily.

Huh?

Is this oxygen deprivation from kissing?

Akaso Kaze's lips curled slightly.

This girl really has no experience; she actually held her breath while kissing.

Although she is not an ordinary person, after holding her breath for a long time, it is inevitable that she would be oxygen-deprived.

This is the first time Akaso Kaze has encountered a kiss to this extent.

This girl is truly foolishly cute.

"Akaso-san, I, I'm okay now..."

Curaçao felt she had recovered and pouted her small mouth again.

Akaso Kaze laughed.

Although the girl's technique is lacking, she is willing to try.

That makes things easy.

"Come, I'll teach you. You have to do this, then this, and then this..."

The girl learned very quickly, and Akaso Kaze was also an experienced teacher; the teacher and student soon began a new round of communication.

The dozen or so minutes of the Ferris wheel ride were simply not enough, so they rode another round.

【Ding, Curaçao has developed a favorable impression of you. Current favorability is 3.】

Inspector Megure's car stopped in the aquarium parking lot.

Akaso Kaze walked over with Curaçao.

The girl was hanging on Akaso Kaze's arm like a koala.

"Th-this is?"

Inspector Megure was a bit stunned.

As expected of Master Onmyoji, he even handled the Black Organization's number two, Rum.

If Akaso Kaze knew his thoughts, he would definitely smack him in the face.

Rum is a man, okay?

"Ah, this, she has lost her memory. I'll go with you."

Since he kissed her, Akaso Kaze cannot be irresponsible.

He decided to follow the girl to see the situation, hoping to help her recover her memory.

And then see what her own choice is.

A woman walked past, and hearing Akaso Kaze's words, she couldn't help but frown slightly.

She walked to a distance and pressed the button on her earpiece: "Rum, it seems you have a bit of trouble. Curaçao has lost her memory."

Vermouth turned off the communicator and looked at Akaso Kaze's back, her eyes flickering.

The organization's number two, Rum, versus Tokyo's strongest Onmyoji—I wonder who will come out on top?

Police Hospital.

The doctor pointed to the X-ray photo placed on the wall.

"The reason for the patient's memory loss is that her head received a strong impact; this should be beyond doubt."

"But besides that, we also discovered an extremely rare injury in the fornix area of her brain—it's this part right here."

"This doesn't look like an injury from last night's accident." Inspector Megure frowned.

"That's right. I'm afraid this is a congenital injury she was born with."

"Does it have anything to do with this memory loss?"

Hearing Takagi's inquiry, the doctor shook his head.

"It shouldn't have anything to do with the part that manages daily life."

"There is one more thing. During the examination, we found this in her right eye."

The doctor said, placing a stainless steel tray on the table.

In the tray was something like a black contact lens.

"What is this?" Takagi asked curiously.

"It looks like a contact lens."

"Yes, it was this colored contact lens that made her pupil look black. This shouldn't have anything to do with her memory loss, but just in case, I'm telling you."

"Additionally, her right eye is transparent; this is a very rare type of eye."

"Transparent?"

The police in the room were all taken aback.

"Yes, the color of her iris is almost the same as the sclera on the outside of the eyeball, which causes the eye to look transparent," the doctor said.

"So it wasn't a prosthetic eye, then she isn't Rum." Inspector Megure frowned. "Then who could she be?"

"Hey, Vermouth, this is Gin. I'm back."

Listening to the voice on the phone, Vermouth curled her lip and said: "Congratulations."

Gin didn't care about his old partner's tone and asked urgently: "I heard Curaçao lost her memory? Where is she now?"

"She was sent to the Police Hospital."

"The police have also mobilized?"

"That's right. Also, there is one more thing..."

"What thing?" Gin asked.

Vermouth turned from the parking lot to look at the Ferris wheel: "It seems her memory loss is related to the Ferris wheel."

"Are you saying..."

"Yes."

"I see. Continue your surveillance."

Vermouth turned off the communicator and walked toward the exit.

Gin hung up the phone and walked toward the car parked behind him.

"Triggered by the Ferris wheel's colorful lights—I didn't expect that."

"Long time no see, Gin."

Chianti and Korn, who had gotten out of the car, greeted Gin.

"To have so many people return to Tokyo—is this mission that difficult?"

Chianti asked, raising an eyebrow.

"It is indeed a bit troublesome, because of that person..."

Gin's face was gloomy, and a figure appeared in his mind.

He then sneered, "However, with your assistance, I will definitely be able to take him out this time."

A white RX-7 drove into the parking lot of the Touto Police Hospital.

After backing into an empty spot and parking, Amuro Tooru, sitting in the driver's seat, called Kazami.

"Hmm, that's right, it's the Touto Police Hospital. Even if there's an accident, it doesn't matter. I'm counting on you, Kazami."

Amuro Tooru hung up the phone with determination, opened the door, and got out of the car.

Just then, a woman walked over from the direction of the hospital.

"Vermouth?!" Amuro Tooru widened his eyes in surprise.