As Fujiwara Yuu ran, he looked towards the dark and closed Fuchu City Racecourse, so the address written by the kidnapper was indeed correct, and there was nothing wrong with the direction of their reasoning.

I just didn't expect that the kidnapper would be in such a place.

The cost of building a legitimate horse racing track is no less than 5 billion yen. How could someone with such wealth in such a year have a simple background?

He lowered his head and smiled faintly, but he didn't know whether he was laughing at his own bad luck or at Jinpei Matsuda's bad luck.

He was just ordered to clean the bathhouse, he was just going to the supermarket to buy daily necessities after leaving the police academy, he just wanted to have a fight after buying toilet cleaner, so how did he end up encountering a kidnapping case?

What's more, the kidnapper's true identity is very likely to be a well-known figure in society, which is really tricky.

Scenes from the past emerged in his mind, and a glimmer of determination ignited in his ultramarine eyes. Wearing a police academy uniform, there was no reason for him to retreat when the public interest was harmed.

And if he couldn't even resolve this matter, how could he be capable of completing the task assigned to him by Alia Donna?

You know, if the police want to rescue citizens from crisis, they must be at the forefront. If he wants to be a policeman, he cannot lose his prestige just because the enemy is strong.

Fujiwara Yuu took a few steps back, dropped the plastic bag of toilet cleaner, and once he was sure he had enough runway, he broke into a run. He timed his jump perfectly, leaping upwards, his hands reaching out to support himself on the edge of the wall. With a burst of strength from his waist and abdomen, he flew over the wall, landing safely on the grass just inside.

Fujiwara Yu crouched down and approached step by step, taking advantage of the cover of night to get closer to the building, but he didn't know that someone was watching him, and that someone was standing high up watching his every move.

The man trapped in the shadows chuckled. He put down the binoculars, took out his flip phone, and typed a line of words to warn the stupid kidnappers.

[The fish has been hooked, get ready to reel in the line.]

The man took out a handkerchief and wiped the fingerprints off the telescope. He casually threw it onto the balcony next to him and jumped down. He tugged at his collar and said in a hoarse voice:

"Good night, little officer."