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victim.

The sound of the rollers sliding at high speed was a whistle urging other patients and their families in the corridor to make way. An emergency doctor dressed in white rode on an emergency transport trolley, continuously performing CPR on a woman who had lost consciousness.

The woman was wheeled into the ward, a white curtain separating the two worlds. Kazami Yuya stood guard at the door for a while, his eyes darkening. He went around to a secluded corner, hid behind a pillar, and dialed the number.

He cautiously looked around: "Hey, it's me, Kazami."

There was a few seconds of silence on the other end of the phone before someone replied, "How is it?"

“Mr. Furuya,” Kazami Yuya called out the other’s name in a low voice, “the hospital has given a preliminary result: she may have an excessive amount of zepam in her body.”

"Hmm, how is the victim?"

Kazami Yuya peered around again before continuing, "It's not good. When she was brought to the hospital, many of her brain functions had reached their limit, and she was not far from brain death."

The sound of typing came from the other end of the phone, as if someone was searching for information—pharmaceuticals and chemistry were certainly not his area of ​​expertise. The blond man was silent for a moment before speaking again: "Diabetic drugs shouldn't cause brain death."

Kazami Yuya swallowed hard, his Adam's apple bobbing, before speaking: "The victim experienced positional asphyxia during transport, and the brain suffered from oxygen deprivation..."

Rei Furuya paused for a moment, then asked, "Was she sexually assaulted?"

"No. He probably suffocated during transport, so he was just dumped there. If he had been found sooner, perhaps..."

Kazami abruptly stopped speaking halfway through his sentence, letting out a long sigh, his mind heavy with worry.

“Kazami,” Furuya Rei interrupted his thoughts, “I will investigate this matter personally. You should also continue to delve deeper and report any information to me immediately.”

"yes."

After hanging up the phone, Furuya Rei turned to look at the man lounging on the sofa with his legs crossed. Matsuda Jinpei, with an unlit cigarette between his teeth, frowned and remained silent.

The tightly drawn curtains let in no light, and the airtight room, though bright, felt oppressive. This was one of Furuya Rei's safe houses, and also one of the main places where the group met.

This time, in addition to the two aces of the SWAT team, there was also a short woman and a square-faced man who was nearly two meters tall.

Moribushi Kagemitsu tore open an energy bar and put it in his mouth: "Is the squad leader going to be transferred to the Metropolitan Police Department in a few months?"

Date Wataru smiled and said, "Yeah." He had originally planned to visit his girlfriend in Tokyo during his vacation, but he happened to run into Matsuda Jinpei, who was on his way to meet someone at a safe house, so he was given a ride.

Ida Ko had heard about Yomi's affairs over the phone long ago, but this was their first meeting.

Lai Chuan Huang Quan curled up on Hagiwara Kenji's lap—the sofa couldn't accommodate so many people—she stuffed a cookie into her mouth, thought for a moment, and then said, "I think I can be the bait."

“I won’t get food poisoning. In the previous poisoning case, I drank the poisoned milk whole and I was fine. I’m sure I’ll be fine this time too. Let me lead out the possible suspects.”

Upon hearing this, Furuya Rei frowned: "Is this alright? This is extremely dangerous."

Lai Chuan Huang Quan patted his chest forcefully: "Just leave it to me! I have the administrator, and Kenji and Jinpei will also help protect me!"

“Is that so…” Furuya Rei didn’t smile. He lowered his gaze with a serious expression. “Although I don’t know to what extent that administrator can do it, I believe in you.” And if Yomi Raikawa really isn’t affected by the drugs, then she is indeed the most suitable target for the operation.

Lai Chuan Huang Quan smiled and said, "Actually, the administrator is someone you know."

Rei Furuya was somewhat surprised: "Someone I know?"

Lai Chuan Huang Quan turned the cookie box upside down in his palm, ate the last two bear-shaped cookies, and then continued with a smug little expression, "Dad, Dad, say something to them!"

...?

Apart from Date Wataru, who was completely unaware of the details, and Morofushi Kagemitsu, who had not had any direct contact with Mr. Raikawa so far, the other three all wore subtle expressions.

Especially the trough zero.

Even if people are unwilling to admit it, there are unseen but real things like hierarchical oppression between people.

Just as a student cannot write their carefully crafted 800-word essay word by word in the grid under the watchful eye of an exam proctor, no one likes having their boss standing behind them and watching the entire work process, especially when that person is the highly authoritative department head.

Rei Furuya sat silently in his seat for a moment, then covered his face with his hands in anguish. It was too painful; the feeling of answering questions under the proctor's gaze was unbearable.

After taking a few deep breaths, he sat up straight again: "Alright, now it's time to formulate the action plan."

...

The high-end speakers, costing tens of thousands of yuan, vibrated incessantly, emitting agitated music. The multicolored ambient lights projected beams of light, rotating and constantly changing colors.

Lai Chuan Huang Quan, wearing a red sequined halter dress, leaned against the booth, her body twisted, with a half-finished mojito in front of her.

The Sprite-clear, bubbly liquid is served in a cylindrical glass piled high with ice, a layer of steam condensing on the sides, and garnished with green mint leaves. It's a beautiful drink that looks almost like a harmless beverage.

Lai Chuan Huang Quan deliberately sat at an angle, her sexy, tight-fitting low-cut short dress outlining her exquisite curves, tempting one to commit a crime under the flickering lights.

A man with his hair parted in a 3/7 ratio leaned against the table, holding a glass of golden whiskey. He was about 60% handsome and dressed in a suit.

He spoke, his voice deliberately lowered and laced with barely perceptible bubbling: "May I sit here?"

Lai Chuan Huang Quan glanced at the other person lazily and moved away: "Of course."

"one person?"

Lai Chuan Huang Quan smiled and said, "I was with my friends, but they all left me behind." As she spoke, she turned her head to glance at the dance floor and even raised her hand to wave to the center of the dance floor.

Hearing this, the man turned his head towards the dance floor, following Lai Chuan Huang Quan's gesture. The slightly crowded space was filled with young men and women, and the dim lighting made it impossible for him to see what was happening in the pool. The man wasn't sure if someone was waving at Lai Chuan Huang Quan, but that didn't matter; his target from the very beginning had been the woman in front of him.

After sitting down, the man didn't rush to reveal his purpose, but instead chatted casually with Lai Chuan Huang Quan: "Are you still in college?"

Before Yomi could react, he quickly introduced himself: "I am a graduate student at the University of Tokyo."

Lai Chuan Huang Quan looked at the man, her almond-shaped eyes innocent and blank: "Todai, huh? That sounds impressive. I'm not so good; my dad just threw money at it to get me into a private university."

"Not at all," the man smiled. "I'm 26 this year. How old are you?"

Lai Chuan Huang Quan leaned down, twirling the glass with his fingers: "19."

The man smiled and complimented, "19 years old, that's a good age. I have a younger sister who's also 19."

Fake.

The man wasn't a graduate student, couldn't get into the University of Tokyo, and didn't have a sister. Every move he made was meticulously planned. Every word and action was calculated.

He chatted with Lai Chuan Huang Quan for a while, and seeing that her clear mojito was gradually emptying, he smiled and offered a sweet treat: "Mojito, huh? It tastes good. But I know another kind of drink, also sweet and sour, with rum as the base spirit, but it tastes even better."

He looked at Raikawa Yomi: "Want to try some?"

Lai Chuan Huang Quan rested her chin on her hand, thought for a moment, and nodded in agreement. Her face showed a hint of curiosity and anticipation, but in her heart, a surging sea of ​​emotions was already rising—after waiting for so many days, she had finally taken the bait.

About ten minutes later, the man who had gone to buy alcohol returned with a glass of Blue Hawaiian liquor. The shimmering blue liquid gradually became transparent from bottom to top, its vibrant color reminiscent of waves frozen in a refrigerator on a hot summer day. No wonder it's called Blue Hawaiian; its very appearance evokes a cool and refreshing feeling of the summer ocean.

The man placed the blue Hawaiian ice cream in front of Lai Chuan Huang Quan: "Want to try some?"

The sweet and sour, refreshing taste spread throughout the mouth, with a unique tropical flavor. Lai Chuan Huang Quan smiled, his eyebrows curving upwards: "It really tastes good! You're amazing, you know so much!"

When she looked at the man, her bright eyes shone with admiration.

The man merely made a few polite, gentlemanly remarks, and as Lai Chuan Huang Quan tilted his head back to continue savoring the wine, the look in his eyes towards her held a deeper meaning.

The two chatted and laughed, and soon their drinks were empty. Lai Chuan Huang Quan rested her chin on her hand, stirring her glass with it. Her eyes were slightly closed, half-asleep, and a faint blush spread across her face, as if she were drunk.

Across from her, the man slowly straightened his back, his Adam's apple bobbing twice, like someone who hadn't eaten for days seeing a succulent feast served. To him, Lai Chuan Huang Quan was that succulent finale.

Lai Chuan Huang Quan propped her forehead with her hand, her brows slightly furrowed, looking drowsy. The soft seat next to her was pushed down, and the man who had been hovering around her like a fly since earlier leaned closer.

"Have you had too much to drink?"

"I know a place where you can sober up. Let me take you there."

Lai Chuan Huang Quan blinked slowly, appearing clumsy with her thoughts and reactions slowed down. But her mind was perfectly clear, even extremely calm.

He thinks he can take her down with a tiny pill? Don't be ridiculous, he's not worthy.

But according to their pre-arranged plan, it was time to pretend to be asleep. Lai Chuan Huang Quan glanced at the man who had squeezed in beside him, moved deeper into his seat, and quietly increased the distance between them.

"You're drunk, let me take you to rest."

The man's voice sounded somewhat impatient; he thought things were all set in stone, but he hadn't expected that Lai Chuan Huang Quan was still fully conscious.

The moment the man grabbed his forearm, Lai Chuan Huang Quan instinctively furrowed his brow.

Matsuda Jinpei and his men were already in ambush, and the administrator was also keeping an eye on the area. Yomi Raikawa knew she was perfectly safe, but she was still annoyed. She felt it was a huge waste to be taken away like this, and she had to do something.

Thinking this, Lai Chuan Huang Quan straightened up and picked up the glass of wine on the table that the man had hardly touched. She tilted the glass and poured the wine all over the man's head.

Before the man could react, she raised her hand and slapped him hard across the face, making him turn his face to the side.

The prey he had targeted was doused with water and then slapped across the face. The man stared wide-eyed, unable to react for a long time. The burning pain on his cheek reminded him of what had just happened.

After a long silence, the man slowly turned his head. Lai Chuan Huang Quan was already slumped in his seat like a boneless shrimp, unconscious.

The man gritted his teeth and spat out a curse: "You motherfucker..."

He gently rubbed his reddened cheeks with his fingertips, letting out a hissing sound as he gasped for breath.

Before carrying Lai Chuan Huang Quan on his shoulders and taking her away, the man looked around carefully to make sure no one was paying attention before leading her out of the nightclub.

"You stinky woman."

The man opened the car door, grumbling as he tossed her into the back seat, then opened the driver's side door and got in.

"Damn it, my face still hurts from that slap. I'm going to get my revenge later."

He kept cursing, spewing obscene and vulgar language, his eyes fierce and sinister.

The man drove Lai Chuanhuangquan's blue private car slowly away from the bustling street.

As they passed each other at the entrance of a dark alley, a black Mazda slowly pulled out of the dimly lit lane. Kenji Hagiwara turned the steering wheel and followed at a perfectly safe distance.

Inside the blue private car, Lai Chuan Huang Quan, who was lying on the back seat like a soft shrimp, slowly opened his eyes.

[Author's Note]

A scoundrel wouldn't take advantage of the underworld.

1. Postural asphyxia: Restriction of breathing due to prolonged immobilization in an abnormal posture.

2. The values ​​and opinions expressed by the characters in this chapter represent only the characters themselves. The objectification of Lai Chuan Huang Quan is from the perspective of the "man who drugged" and does not represent the author's values.

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