"Don't play dumb, how did you know I'm Fujiwara Yuu?"

Hearing this question, Yamada Gongkei smiled and placed his hand, which was not holding the phone, on his waist. He looked up at the crescent moon hanging in the night, his tone revealing a hint of frustration:

"Ah, that's so sad. I call you that because of Officer Takashi, okay? You don't want to tell anyone your identity, so I'll keep it a secret for you. See... how thoughtful I am."

"Stop disgusting me." Fujiwara Yu responded coldly.

He didn't think that Yamada Kimike had good intentions. There must be a reason why the other party did this, but there was probably no way to know the reason. The other party's attitude and answer were definitely an attempt to get around the problem.

"I'm not disgusting you, I'm just telling you the truth." Yamada Gongkei chuckled and shrugged. He slowly moved on his toes, his eyes falling on Miyano Akemi, who was sitting on the ground tied with chains. He deliberately lowered his voice and said, "Officer Takashi, don't forget who I arrested. She's the reason you were exposed."

Fujiwara Yuu's face darkened. Sure enough, his suspicions were correct. Six years prior, after the racecourse case, he had been targeted by Yamada Kimi. While he certainly couldn't place anyone there while he was training at the police academy, he could arrange for different people to keep tabs on him while he was away.

Perhaps after he left Tokyo that year, Yamada Kimikei set his sights on people like Miyano Akemi and Matsuda Jinpei. As long as there were people with similar height and age who frequently came into contact with them, he would try to confirm it.

After learning that the police had started investigating the suicide case of Chie Matsuoka, he knew that the police would definitely follow the clues to find him, so he took the initiative to set a trap in the Beika Art Museum.

It was no coincidence that Kakizaki Sayuri and Miyano Akemi appeared there. They participated in a lottery on the street, and the prize was free tickets to the Beika Museum of Art. These clues were provided by Kakizaki Sayuri, who was under police protection.

So when Takagi Wataru and Sato Miwako interrupted the security guard's conversation, Yamada Kimike was 100% sure that the identity of Takagi Sosuke was the Fujiwara Yu he had been looking for for many years.

After taking more than ten seconds to organize his thoughts, Fujiwara Yuu looked relieved. What he was worried about was not that his identity would be known by Yamada Kimi, but how the other party knew it.

Now he can be sure that there are no undercover agents from criminal organizations among the people he is working with, and he can also be sure that his identity has not been exposed to the outside world. People like Kimi Yamada will not reveal information he thinks is important to his subordinates. He will enjoy the pleasure of knowing secrets that others don't know.

If I share it with others, wouldn’t it hinder him from getting happiness?

"Officer Ying Si, why are you silent? Are you... trying to blame the game chips?"

Yamada Gongkei's sarcastic voice came from the phone, and Fujiwara Yu's thoughts were successfully interrupted. He raised his eyebrows and looked at the phone. This kind of cheap provocation was really boring.

He was in no mood to chat with the criminals. The most important thing now was to rescue the hostages, followed by arresting the criminals.

"If you can't talk, just keep quiet." Fujiwara Yu looked at the criminal subordinates he and Matsuda had knocked down, raised his eyebrows and asked, "How about leaving them here?"

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"Don't bother with the loser. Go to the fifteenth floor and complete the second level. We'll see each other soon."

Yamada Gongkei hung up the phone after saying this. He sat back on the stool and picked up the remote to adjust the screen. This first level was just an appetizer; the second level was the real culinary highlight.

He narrowed his eyes, sipping his now-stagnant carbonated drink through a straw, thinking about the game project that guy had planned for him. He was actually a little curious. Why... did that guy know about Takashi? No, why did that guy know about Fujiwara Yuu?

But even if I ask, that annoying guy won't tell me.

Kimi Yamada did not seek to embarrass himself. He pinched the caramel popcorn and stuffed it into his mouth, looking forward to what would be presented on the screen.

At this time, Fujiwara Yu and Matsuda Jinpei had already taken the elevator to the 15th floor. As soon as they walked out of the elevator door, they saw a huge bulletin board on the wall in front of them, instructing them to turn right and enter the locked room.

With his hands in his pockets, Matsuda approached the locked room. He looked around but couldn't find a hidden key. Fujiwara Yu even pulled back the carpet to check. After confirming there was no key, Matsuda removed his sunglasses, rolled up his sleeves, and squatted in front of the door to pick the lock.

Fujiwara Yuu watched Matsuda Jinpei break through the complex door lock in just twenty seconds. He raised his eyebrows and couldn't help but jokingly said:

"Your craftsmanship...seems to be better than before."

While he was joking, he was also curious in his heart whether Jinpei Matsuda went out without bringing his keys every day, and resorted to a simple and crude method when he got home - picking the lock.

Otherwise, how could he train his hand speed to such an extent that a thief would shout "Teacher Matsuda" when seeing it.

As a policeman, Jinpei Matsuda did not feel "ashamed" at all about his ability to pick locks. He rubbed the tip of the pen with pride, put on his sunglasses again, and kicked open the security door that was slightly opened without saying a word.

I was really fooled by this kid.

But after kicking open the security door, both of their expressions changed.

I thought there should be more thugs waiting inside, but unexpectedly there were five girls with collars around their necks curled up in the corner like pets.

The oldest of them was no more than twenty years old, and they were wearing uniforms of different professions. Not only was their hair messy, but they didn't even have shoes on their feet... You could even see large and small bruises on their exposed skin. I really didn't dare to think about what they had experienced.

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