Chapter 9: The Unexpected Arrival of Darkness

Vodka looked at Gin, whose face suddenly changed and who dropped his phone on the seat, and hesitantly called out, "Brother, what's wrong? Is there something wrong with Angustra?"

"The one that exploded was the restaurant where Angustra was." Gin said with a slightly impatient tone, and pushed open the door of the Porsche. Seeing this, Vodka also got out of the car. They were originally here to pick up Angustra for a mission, but Angustra said that he would finish his meal soon and asked them to wait. Angustra was a veteran of the organization, and Gin couldn't persuade him. Anyway, it would only take ten minutes at most, so they just had to wait. Who would have thought that the restaurant where Angustra was was the one that exploded just now? !

Vodka looked at the chaotic crowd not far away, and his heart skipped a beat. With such a big fire, it was likely that someone might die. Was it an accident or murder? Was it aimed at the organization, or was it aimed at Angustra alone? Vodka's brain was not enough for him to figure out the answer. He hurriedly ran to catch up with Gin, and bumped into a hooded young man at the corner.

The other party was knocked back several steps by the tall Vodka, and the whole person hit the wall. Vodka glanced at him without saying anything, and prepared to continue chasing Gin. Although he was hit by someone, the other party did not shout or make a fuss, but just lowered his head slightly, pulled down the edge of the hoodie to cover his face, and said hesitantly and stiffly: "Sorry". Then he slowly avoided Vodka and disappeared in the crowd.

Vodka didn't care about the other party's strange attitude. He confirmed that he had nothing more or less on him, and then he planned to continue chasing Gin. Gin had excellent hearing. Even though he was ten meters away from them, he could still hear the young man's words floating in the air in the chaotic and noisy voices. He turned around suddenly, stepped back quickly past Vodka, and tried to look for him in the crowd, but he found nothing.

Vodka, who knew nothing, spoke hesitantly: "...Big, big brother?"

Gin looked around and found that he could not see the person just now, so he turned around and twisted Vodka's collar, and said to him in a cold tone: "What do you remember about that person just now? Remember everything. Go back to Morris Sweet Wine and ask her to help you find that person just now. Remember?"

Vodka didn't understand what was going on and stood up straight in fear. "Yes! Remember, big brother!"

Gin put down the vodka, took out his cell phone, and quickly typed a text message, "Angostura died for unknown reasons. I'd like to borrow Morris's liqueur. See you at the G7h5 meeting in an hour. - Gin"

Vermouth got up from the bed in a daze: ...

Brother, do you want to check what time it is? You are Japanese and I am American. It is 5:00 in the morning in the United States! It is still 5:00 in the morning!

But what else can Vermouth do? Morris Sweet is her person according to the organization, as an intelligence agent on the Internet. Gin does not have Morris Sweet's contact information or the right to call him. Based on this, she cannot say anything about Gin, who is honest and does things according to the rules. Vermouth, who is not awake yet, can only make a phone call and force Morris Sweet, who is also sleeping, to wake him up, and put all the blame on Gin in the other party's desperate and collapsed tone.

An hour later, the humble Morris Sweet Wine had restrained all his temper, sat in front of his computer with a smile, and greeted Gin: "Master Gin, what can I do for you?"

Gin pointed the camera at Vodka's painting. Although it was a bit abstract, it was still clearly visible - a black hoodie, a white cotton mask, and overly long bangs covering the eyes, making it impossible to see the face clearly.

Vodka used his phone to pull up the news about the ramen shop explosion for Morris Sweet Wine, while Gin spoke in a subtle tone: "Angostura is dead. He was eating in the ramen shop and asked us to wait for him for five minutes. Then the explosion happened and no one in the shop survived. The preliminary investigation by the police found that the gas tank had been in disrepair for a long time and it exploded after coming into contact with open flames, igniting the natural gas pipe next to it."

Morris Sweet Wine asked doubtfully: "This sounds like an accident?" Is it worth waking her up in the middle of the night (for a hacker)?

Gin did not refute Morris Sweet Wine's guess, nor did he think that the other party was questioning him. Instead, he smiled while holding the cigarette in his mouth. After taking a deep puff of smoke, he slowly exhaled the white mist and said in a low voice in the smoke: "What's interesting is that Angustra was on the phone with me at the time. Someone said to them before the accident - May the quiet night accompany you all, and then he said 5."

What does it mean? Morris Sweet tried to type a question mark, but Morris Sweet didn't dare.

Gin ignored Morris Sweet's hesitant expression and continued, "If this is a 5-second countdown, then the explosion will occur when the countdown ends. Angostura also found out something was wrong, but unfortunately, he still couldn't get out. Now, do you still think this was an accident?" Morris Sweet fell into deep thought after hearing this. It sounded more like a planned murder by the other party, and he was even bold enough to go to the scene to provoke.

"Vodka bumped into him and he said sorry. I could tell it was the man in the store." Gin tapped the portrait with his index finger, then took a puff of cigarette, raised his chin, turned his head and motioned Vodka to continue what he was saying.

Vodka was frightened by the elder brother's serious gaze and swallowed his saliva, but he still spoke clearly: "Age is under 30, height is 175 plus or minus 2cm, relatively thin, no obvious muscles. Black hooded sweatshirt, gray trousers, no words on the clothes, and a gelatin A icon is drawn on the chest, which looks like this." Vodka pointed to his own drawing. "The texture of the clothes is ordinary, like cotton and linen, the price should not be high, the mask is a cotton mask, no pattern."

Morris Sweet Wine nodded and began to hack into the surveillance cameras near the ramen shop. An hour later...

"Unfortunately, no. If the other party has not dealt with surveillance, then he has been avoiding surveillance from the beginning, very professional." Morris Sweet Wine rubbed her dry eyes. She was busy until two in the morning the day before and was called up at five to check the surveillance. To be honest, it's not that other people can't do this, it's just because she is a newcomer and easy to bully. Morris Sweet Wine wanted to sigh, but when she met Gin's eyes, she could only show a stiff smile of embarrassment but politeness.

Gin stubbed his cigarette into the ashtray and began to recall the details: "It was his first time in that store. The owner didn't know him. He didn't say anything the whole time. Was it to hide his voice? But in the end, he warned everyone..." Gin tried harder to recall every detail. The memories were presented in front of him like a PPT, ready for him to use at any time. Finally, he found a key point, "Oh, he was wearing slippers."

Vodka was so shocked that he could not be more shocked:?! "Brother, you know all this?"

Gin glanced at his stupid little brother: "Ears are for use, not for decoration." He didn't see Anton Yayoi, but every time Anton Yayoi appeared, there was a slight tapping sound. Just now, Gin suddenly realized that it was the sound of slippers hitting the ground. If he was really brave enough to go to the scene to watch the explosion, then there would be nothing wrong with wearing slippers. He was very confident in his skills, and the police would not be able to find him even if an explosion happened near his home. A proud and happy criminal.

Morris Sweet Wine also reacted, "You actually attacked so close to home? How bold! But maybe it would be interesting if we could become companions?" Morris Sweet Wine asked tentatively. Hearing this, Gin chuckled and said nothing.

Although Morris Sweet Wine was talking, his hands did not slack off at all. She was a newcomer, but Gin didn't really go to her just to bully the newcomers.

"This clothing is a model from four years ago. It costs 7,000 yen. It looks like he lives in average conditions. The cotton mask proves that he uses it often. Let me see. The nearest one is Toudou University. Hmm, a college student? It meets the requirements."

"How long will it take to find it?" Gin knew that these conditions were not enough for Morris Sweet Wine to give him the result today.

Morris held his chin up in his hand and thought for a moment, "It's hard to say. If we calculate based on a 10-minute walk, there are 50,000 people in this area. It would take at least a month to check and investigate them one by one. Of course, if he's more than 10 minutes away, it would be hard to find him."

Gin is not the kind of person who makes trouble for no reason. "You try your best, and I will send someone to monitor nearby."

Morris Sweet Wine smiled and said, "If he is so confident in his skills, then the probability of meeting him offline is higher." He is confident that he will not be exposed, so he will not disguise himself or change his behavior.

Gin didn't comment, but deep down he agreed with this statement.

This statement was verified, and the next day, Gin received a report on the surveillance of his subordinates at Toudou University.

Yayoi Anto was an ordinary college student. His only relative died in a mudslide a year ago. 21 days ago, a mudslide survivor, Shinzo Endo, disappeared mysteriously. Mrs. Endo repeatedly asked the police to find out the truth, but in the end she suddenly accepted the police's decision to close the case as missing and quickly left Japan.

Gin came to the conclusion that Yayoi Anto killed Shinzo Endo.

This is a rare talent.