Five minutes later, the Ferris wheel cabin finally came to a stop.
As soon as the door opened, Yukiko, who was waiting outside, saw Azusa Enomoto rush out clutching her mouth, heading straight for the restrooms.
Yukiko looked on with suspicion, her beautiful eyes glaring at Yuu Hoshimiya as he stepped out behind her, and she asked, "What exactly did you do to her?"
Yuu casually fabricated a lie: "Azusa didn't even realize she had a fear of heights. She fell apart the moment the ride started and barely managed to hold it in until now to vomit."
Yukiko didn't believe a single word coming out of Yuu's mouth.
From behind her sunglasses, she shot him several sharp glares but didn't pursue the matter further.
"Genta just fell from the window. Luckily, Shiro-chan saved him. They've both been taken to the infirmary by the staff, leaving me here to wait for you."
Yuu nodded. "Yeah, I saw everything. Shiro-chan is very skilled, and Genta was well-protected, so he should be fine."
Meanwhile, Vermouth, having run into the ladies' room, stood before the washbasin, dry-heaving repeatedly.
She cupped fresh water from the tap to rinse her mouth, repeating the action over a dozen times before she finally stopped.
Noticing that the corners of her disguise mask were beginning to wrinkle, Vermouth quickly took out her tools to make repairs.
Finally, the mask returned to normal, and Vermouth let out a sigh of relief.
Then, as if remembering something, she hurriedly pulled open her shirt and bra to glance at her 36Ds, which were a messy sight of red and swollen skin.
Underneath the mask, Vermouth's face instantly turned a deep shade of crimson.
A few moments later, Vermouth returned from the restroom, her eyes slightly bloodshot.
She tried her best to act as if nothing had happened, but she couldn't resist shooting Yuu Hoshimiya several sharp glares.
Seeing her reaction, Yukiko understood everything in an instant.
Yuu spoke up, "Let's go. We need to head to the infirmary to check on Genta and the others."
The three of them walked toward the medical room.
Soon, they arrived at the entrance of the Touto Aquarium infirmary.
The group gathered at the door looked anxious; the chubby Genta had not yet regained consciousness.
The moment Yuu appeared, Ran felt she finally had someone to rely on, and she quickly said, "Brother Yuu, please help check on Genta!"
The "Queen of the Harem" had given her order, so Yuu walked straight inside.
A doctor in a white coat holding a stethoscope said, "Hey, unauthorized personnel aren't allowed in here..."
Ignoring the doctor, Yuu walked directly to the unconscious Genta and placed his large hand on him, instantly sensing the situation.
It was just a temporary faint caused by a sudden disruption of blood flow and insufficient oxygen to the brain when he was jerked to a stop.
He pretended to massage Genta's acupoints while actually casting a healing spell.
The doctor beside him stood up, about to scold Yuu, when Genta suddenly let out a snort and opened his eyes.
The doctor in the white coat was stunned for a moment before exclaiming in surprise, "Is that a traditional Chinese medicine first-aid technique? That's incredible!"
Everyone outside rushed in, asking with deep concern.
"Genta, how are you feeling?"
"Do you have any discomfort anywhere?"
"We were worried sick! You can't just go climbing windows for no reason."
Genta shook his head and patted his chest. "I don't feel bad at all. I'm just a little hungry. I want some eel rice."
Hearing this, everyone was finally convinced that Genta was fine.
Ayumi pushed Curacao forward. "Genta, you really have to thank Big Sister Shiro. You would have fallen to your death if she hadn't saved you."
"Ah, so that's what happened. Thank you, Big Sister Shiro!"
Genta bowed politely to express his gratitude, but Curacao was somewhat uncomfortable with the attention, standing there looking quite lost.
Yuu spoke up, "Doctor, please give this boy another thorough check-up. Also, do you have another private room available here?"
The doctor replied, "The room next door is also a treatment room. The duty doctor is off today, so you can just push the door and go in."
Yukiko asked with a confused look, "Yuu-kun, why do you need a private room?"
"To treat Shiro-chan, of course. Didn't you see her elbows and knees were all scraped up when she saved Genta?"
"Besides, I want to see if I can heal the injury to her head and help her recover her lost memories."
Curacao didn't seem to have noticed her own injuries at all. Only after hearing Yuu's words did she look down.
Sure enough, her elbows and knees were bleeding.
So, she obediently followed Yuu into the adjacent treatment room.
A sharp glint flashed in Vermouth's eyes. Seeing that everyone else was still focused on Genta, she quietly slipped away from the treatment room. She intended to notify her comrades to come and help her take Curacao away.
This time, Curacao was entangled with Yuu Hoshimiya and his group, which included Vermouth's very important friend Yukiko, as well as Conan and Ran, who had saved her life before.
The rest were just children; she truly didn't want to drag them into the Organization's affairs.
Furthermore, Vermouth knew that Rum's methods were always ruthlessly brutal.
She didn't dare inform Rum about what was happening at the Touto Aquarium.
Besides, the text message Curacao had previously drafted had been intercepted by Yuu's signal jammer, so no one in the Organization had received the list of traitors.
Therefore, the call Vermouth made and the reinforcement she requested was Bourbon.
This man was another "mysterious" type within the Organization, someone Vermouth had cooperated with many times.
Because they shared a common goal and were both "lone wolves" in the Organization, Vermouth trusted him and felt she could control him, so she called for his help.
At that moment, Tooru Amuro was nearby, desperately searching for any trace of Curacao.
Receiving Vermouth's call was like finding an oasis in a desert; a smirk involuntarily curled on his lips.
Turning the steering wheel, his white Mazda headed toward the Touto Aquarium.
A thousand meters behind him, a red Mustang trailed him from a distance.
Inside the car, Shuichi Akai's face bore a slight smile: "Have you found her? Public Security!"
In the other treatment room, Yuu Hoshimiya locked the door behind him and Curacao.
Then, he took Curacao's small hand and led her to sit on the hospital bed.
Curacao sat down obediently, tilting her head. Her blue eyes gazed at Yuu like a startled deer, clear as a mountain lake.
Yuu smiled at her, and Curacao smiled back, her expression pure and innocent.
Facing this silver-haired beauty who was as pure as a blank sheet of paper, even Yuu Hoshimiya, with his thick skin, felt a hint of awkwardness regarding what he was about to do.
"Ahem. Shiro-chan, I'm worried you might have other injuries I haven't seen yet. So, please take off your clothes so I can help treat you properly."
Hearing this, Curacao instinctively felt something was off. Her small face instantly grew flustered, and she didn't know what to do.
But since she had no memories, she was like a white sheet of paper.
Without any frame of reference, she didn't know if this was right or wrong.
She looked at Yuu's handsome face and felt that he was trustworthy, so in the end, she obediently did as she was told.
As the beauty undressed before him, Yuu's eyes gradually lit up.
Her skin was as white as snow, and her waist was slender. She possessed an exquisite, "thin-horse" type of figure that was truly miraculous.
Curacao carried the aura of a sharp, mature woman, but her body was actually of the petite and delicate type.
Having been trained for years, her beautiful curves clearly possessed explosive power, making her look like a young female leopard.
The only flaw was that, due to the previous explosion, her hands and feet were covered in dust, making her look like a piece of fine jade covered in grime.
Perhaps Yuu's gaze was too hot, and his desire was not hidden at all.
Even though Curacao had amnesia, she still felt something was unusual.
Her body instinctively contracted, a blush coloring her cheeks. She tilted her head and said, "Yuu-kun, the way you're looking at me... feels very strange."
Upon hearing this, Yuu restrained himself significantly, his face once again wearing the warm smile of a kind older brother.
Curacao relaxed once more.
"Alright, Shiro-chan. Lie down on the bed. I need to examine your body so I can begin the treatment."
At these words, Curacao obediently lay down on the cold hospital bed, her innocent, deer-like eyes fixed on Yuu.
Yuu felt almost ashamed under that extraordinarily pure gaze, but as a veteran "driver," he never knew the meaning of giving up halfway.
His hands began to roam over Curacao's petite yet exquisite figure.
Mmm. There was bruising on her abdomen, clearly from a punch.
A slight sprain on her right ankle.
Abrasions on her right arm and knees.
Scratches from tree branches on the back of her neck.
There were quite a few injuries, but they were all minor; they would heal on their own in no time.
However, the blood clot in her brain blocking her memories and the old injury to her left eye were more serious. Still, healing magic should be able to fix them.
During the examination, Curacao kept her innocent gaze on Yuu, allowing him to manipulate her body as he wished.
Next, Yuu fetched a basin of water, wrung out a wet towel, and began to wipe the dust from Curacao's hands and feet.
Tsk, tsk. Her physical condition was truly absurd, far stronger than Ran Mouri's.
And those legs were incredibly elastic!
Yuu sat on the edge of the bed, lifting Curacao's left leg and resting it on his own lap. As he gently wiped it, his gaze moved upward, and he suddenly felt a slight itch in his nose.
But soon, Curacao felt something was wrong with her body again.
Her heart rate was getting faster, and the pores of her body were opening, radiating heat. Steam even began to rise from her cheeks.
Why is my body becoming so strange?
A wave of shame hit her heart. She quickly controlled her blood flow and heart rate, suppressing all the abnormalities and returning to her original, quiet state.
Yuu found Curacao's "changing face" trick quite interesting. He hadn't expected her to have such a move, being able to perfectly control her internal organs.
Before long, her hands and feet were wiped clean. Yuu nodded in satisfaction.
As he unleashed his healing magic, the injuries below Curacao's neck began to heal at a speed visible to the naked eye.
The scabs on the bleeding areas fell off, revealing fresh new skin beneath.
Bruises and clots were expelled through the pores, and her skin returned to a snow-white state.
The sprained tendons were all realigned, and the inflammation and swelling disappeared.
Curacao didn't think this was strange; she just felt her body no longer hurt. She smiled joyfully, her eyes once again filled with gratitude toward Yuu.
Next, Yuu sat by Curacao's head, his hands resting gently on her left eye.
He tenderly helped her remove the black contact lens from her left eye, revealing the transparent eye beneath.
It was extraordinarily clear, like a newborn baby's.
Pale blue magic followed Yuu's hands into Curacao's left eye as he began a careful probe.
With the contact lens removed, Curacao felt the world before her brighten. She could see more clearly now, and her face filled with shock and doubt.
Curacao was not born with mismatched eyes; the transparent left eye was the result of an injury in her childhood.
Although the injury was many years old, Yuu could still heal it with magic.
Through the perception of his magic, he also knew that once this injury was healed, Curacao would regain her freedom, and Rum would never be able to control her again.
Rum's key to controlling Curacao was forcing that transparent left eye to see five specific colors.
As long as the transparent eye felt the stimulation of those five colors, Curacao would become a different person.
She would turn into an emotionless killer who only knew how to take lives, becoming the ultimate tool in Rum's hands.
So, he only needed to heal her left eye and turn the pupil back to blue. She would never be able to see the five colors with a transparent eye again, and she would never become that brainwashed assassin.
Having figured everything out, Yuu prepared to heal the old injury in her left eye.
But looking at that eye, he suddenly felt it was a pity.
Not just because Curacao's special abilities would be significantly diminished, but also because such a strange and beautiful eye was about to disappear.
A thought occurred to Yuu. "Shiro-chan, your left eye is very beautiful. Can I kiss it?"
At these words, a pink blush instantly flooded Curacao's cheeks. She didn't know why she was blushing; she didn't even know what "kissing" truly meant.
But looking at Yuu's face, Curacao couldn't find the words to refuse, and she slowly nodded her head.
Yuu leaned his head down and went straight for it.
Seeing his face getting closer and closer, Curacao suddenly realized what he wanted to do and shut her eyes in a panic.
Yuu pressed a gentle kiss against her trembling eyelid.
It felt as if an electric current were being conducted through her. Curacao's body gave a jolt, her hands clutching the bedsheets uneasily, and her heart began to pound like a heavy drum.
Fortunately, Yuu didn't kiss her for long and soon pulled away.
Then, his magic-infused hands rested gently around her left eye, pouring cool, healing energy into it to begin the treatment.
Curacao blinked instinctively. Yuu could see the color of her eye changing every time she opened it.
It shifted from transparent and colorless to a light blue, finally matching the sky-blue of her right eye.
"Beautiful!"
Yuu picked up a nearby mirror and showed Curacao herself.
Looking at herself in the mirror with two sky-blue eyes, Curacao felt both strange and familiar. She felt something was not quite right.
However, having matching eyes was indeed quite pretty, so she didn't dwell on it. Instead, she asked, "Yuu-kun, is the treatment finished?"
Yuu chuckled and shook his head. He leaned his head down and captured Curacao's full red lips in a kiss, while his large hand moved directly to her soft breasts.
Wow, the elasticity is incredible!
Yuu kissed Curacao's lips, launching a full offensive against the completely stunned silver-haired beauty.
Under Yuu's dominant and exquisite kissing techniques, Curacao's sky-blue eyes trembled violently.
She didn't know what Yuu was doing, but her subconscious told her this was wrong.
Curacao's small hands clutched the bedsheets as she tried to push against Yuu's chest to create some distance.
But even if her physical stats approached the limits of a human, they were still on a completely different level compared to Yuu's.
Curacao's strength was far inferior to Yuu's, so she naturally couldn't push him away.
Seeing this, Yuu's fingers danced across her skin, sending electric-like pulses surging through her.
Curacao's nostrils flared, and she couldn't help but suck in a sharp breath.
The strength in her small hands instantly faded by more than half, and they dropped lifelessly to the hospital bed.
With his hot hands controlling everything, Curacao had no room for resistance.
He enjoyed the kiss thoroughly, engaging in an intense make-out session for nearly ten minutes before finally releasing her mouth.
Right now, Curacao's head was buzzing. Her face was flushed, her body was soft and trembling, and she was too shy to know what to do.
She wanted to control her breathing and heart rate, but she simply couldn't.
She only felt herself becoming stranger and stranger.
Her voice also became very weak and delicate as she couldn't help but ask: "Yuu-kun, what are you doing?"
Yuu let out a chuckle. "I'm treating your mouth, Shiro-chan. Doesn't it feel very good?"
The dazed Curacao nodded obediently.
"Then that's right. It proves the treatment is working."
As he spoke, Yuu's hands became even more transgressive.
With a muffled whimper, Curacao pursed her lips, unable to speak.
Yuu laughed softly and asked, "Does this feel good too?"
The amnesiac Curacao didn't know if this was inappropriate, so she followed her heart and gave a small, obedient nod.
Yuu grinned wickedly. "It can feel even better!"
With that, he channeled his internal magic, unleashing a small trick he had recently begun successfully applying in practical combat.
His hands were suddenly covered in tiny electric currents, nearly invisible to the naked eye. He then pressed them back against Curacao's body.
The moment Yuu touched her, Curacao couldn't help but shudder three times.
"From now on, it's 'Electric Current Therapy'. It can heal Shiro-chan's internal injuries. You just need to relax and enjoy it."
While Yuu was bluffing the silver-haired amnesiac beauty, he began to do whatever he pleased with her.
However, he only went as far as using his mouth and hands; he didn't take the final step just yet.
Elsewhere, in Touto Park, a black Lincoln was waiting under a cherry blossom tree.
A short while later, another black Ford sedan drove up, and its window slid down.
Inside were two undercover Organization members: Stout, a blonde-haired man with a square face from the UK's MI6.
And Aquavit, a bearded man from Canada's CSIS, who had arrived in Japan last night as reinforcement.
These two were ordered to wait here for further instructions from Rum.
At that moment, the window of the black Lincoln rolled down, revealing a face of pure beauty.
She had short blonde hair, wore a black round hat, and was dressed in a black trench coat.
Stout was filled with surprise and couldn't help but say, "Marsala! It's actually you!"
Others might not know, but Stout, who operated in both Japan and the UK, knew exactly who Marsala was.
Her status was nearly that of the Organization's Number Three, but she was its representative in the "sunlit world."
Marsala owned a famous fashion brand named after herself—Fusae.
Using fashion and capital as her weapons, she moved through international high society, enlisting many politicians and powerful figures.
She had had dinner with the Queen of England and was close friends with the French President.
She had deep ties with Middle Eastern royalty, and leaders of Islamic rebel groups were captivated by her. The examples were too many to count; the power she could mobilize was immeasurable.
A woman like her, even if MI6 possessed evidence of her crimes, wouldn't be easily arrested.
There was no helping it; the consequences of arresting Marsala were too severe. The Queen of England might personally plead for her, and rebel missiles could land directly on British soil.
Moreover, Marsala was always exceptionally cautious and never left loose ends.
Yuu Hoshimiya hadn't been clear about this woman's affairs from the beginning.
Just like the true identities of Rum and the Boss, there was nothing in his previous life's memories about her, or at best, only some vague, shadowy rumors.
Regarding Fusae Campbell, Yuu only remembered the intel that she was Dr. Agasa's first love from elementary school.
His memories of this mature woman were limited to those two or three episodes.
It wasn't until Noah completely breached the Organization's systems that he discovered Fusae was actually an Organization executive, and one with a very high status.
Fusae spoke, her voice cold and devoid of its usual gentle aura.
"I was originally just returning home for a vacation, but Rum asked for my help, so I'm in charge of this operation."
"Last night, Curacao infiltrated the National Police Agency's Public Security bureau to steal the global NOC list they had collected. However, she was discovered by Public Security during the retreat."
Hearing this, Stout and Aquavit felt a chill. They were both undercover agents.
Aquavit couldn't help but ask, "Did Curacao manage to get the intel, or was she discovered before she could?"
Fusae glanced at Aquavit and said indifferently, "The intelligence was naturally obtained. However, Curacao's situation is unique; you don't have the clearance to know the details."
"Later, Curacao was pursued by Public Security at the Kinoshita Overpass and escaped by plunging into the river. She has been out of contact since 11 PM last night."
"In addition, Vermouth, who was supposed to rendezvous with her, also went missing at 9 AM today. Her final signal was detected at the Touto Aquarium."
"Our objective is to recover Curacao and Vermouth, with Curacao being the priority."
"Furthermore, Curacao's identity is extremely sensitive. According to Rum's orders, if Curacao cannot be recovered and is under Public Security control, the operation changes to a 'cleansing'. Understood?"
Fusae glanced at the two men, who immediately felt a chill and nodded quickly.
"Let's move out. Also, Chianti will be providing support."
The window of the stretched Lincoln rolled up, and the car pulled away toward the Touto Aquarium.
The Ford followed closely behind.
Inside the Ford, Aquavit in the passenger seat lit a cigarette, the smoke veiling his downcast eyes.
Since Curacao had already infiltrated the Police Agency and obtained the intel, if his name was on that list, the moment she was rescued would be the day he died.
The Japanese Public Security's intelligence-gathering abilities were legendary.
She couldn't be rescued; she had to be killed!
A murderous intent flashed in Aquavit's eyes. Stout, beside him, seemed to sense it, the hair on his arms standing on end.
But Stout's thoughts aligned perfectly with Aquavit's; he also wanted to make Curacao shut up forever. He was a veteran, however, and didn't show a single trace of abnormality.