September 23, Earth Sunday.

10:20 am Tokyo time, 1-189 Maehara-cho, Kamogawa City, Chiba Prefecture.

There is an unfinished building less than fifty meters away from the target's residence. It is obvious that the construction team has not dealt with it in time. There is a notice on the iron gate that it will be demolished at the end of next month.

Standing on the upper floor of an unfinished building, Fujiwara Yu was observing the detached house where his target, Shimokawa Yosuke, lived with a telescope. He was not sure what time the assassination mission arranged by the organization would be carried out, so he came here in advance in the hope of confronting Cavitha Tequila. Morofushi Kagemitsu, who was also participating in the mission, was naturally not his prey.

"Something's wrong."

"Um?"

Fujiwara Yuu turned to look at White, who had suddenly spoken, his face naturally filled with confusion, not knowing what he meant by "something's wrong." Realizing he had blurted out his thoughts, White smiled awkwardly, rubbing the back of his head, and explained:

"Mr. Clare, I feel something's amiss. Didn't you ask me to observe Kawayosuke's daily routine a few days ago? Every day at eight o'clock, he would open the curtains leading from the living room to the yard, then sit on the recliner outside and read. He wouldn't drive off to work until ten o'clock, but now it's already been twenty minutes. He's such a punctual person, yet he hasn't come out to read or go to work. It's really weird!"

As the managing director of Shimada Shipping Co., Ltd., 42-year-old Yosuke Shimokawa is definitely a successful person. If such a person develops a habit of following the rules, he will not easily violate them. There must be a reason for making changes.

So what was the reason for his two consecutive changes?

An ominous premonition arose spontaneously. Could it be that the information received was false and the organization temporarily changed the time of the assassination?

Fujiwara Yuu quickly pulled a pair of specially made agent gloves from his pocket and, after putting them on, signaled White with his eyes to follow him. The two hurried downstairs and ran to the entrance of the Shimokawa residence they had been following. After confirming there were no street surveillance cameras, White boldly opened the mailbox and took out the newspaper that hadn't been taken away. He exclaimed in surprise:

"Mr. Krell, here are the newspapers that arrived this morning!"

The newspaper was not taken away, and no movement was seen in the house since the early morning surveillance. In addition, Shimokawa Yosuke, who was so punctual, did not go out to work on a non-holiday. These three factors basically proved that the premonition was correct.

After making sure that there was no one on the street, Fujiwara Yu easily climbed over the two-meter-high wall without even using a running start. He turned sideways and gestured to White who was still standing outside the iron gate, asking him to stay outside and keep in touch, and retreat immediately if there was any sign of trouble.

He paced to the door and made sure there were no signs of the door lock being pried open. This was indeed in line with the organization's style of action. When carrying out assassination missions, they would try not to leave any evidence, and if necessary, they would disguise it as a suicide case.

Instead of entering through the main entrance, Fujiwara Yu easily climbed to the second-floor balcony and checked again, finding no trace of anyone breaking in. He carefully pried open the balcony lock and parted the blackout curtains, only to be met with a strong stench of corpses.

Fujiwara Yu frowned slightly and decisively chose to open the curtains and balcony doors. He had no special hobby of smelling corrupt fumes, and it was good enough that he could continue to stay in this smelly scene.

The body lying on the bed was indeed the target this time, Shimokawa Yosuke. He approached the body and said into the headset:

"The target is dead. Please pay more attention to your surroundings."

"Dead, dead? Mr. Claire, are you sure we still want to stay here? Even if we are not discovered by the organization, we can't be exposed to the eyes of the Japanese police. After all, we haven't reported our identities to the National Police Agency."

The corpse was lying on its back, and rigor mortis had spread throughout the body. The most important point was that the color of the livor mortis was not the normal purple-red, but gray-brown. It should be noted that livor mortis of this color is commonly seen in potassium chlorate poisoning or nitrite poisoning.

This didn't seem like an organized method. The scene wasn't cleaned up, and it wasn't even disguised as a suicide. Considering both of the people assigned to the mission were proficient with firearms, poisoning the target didn't make sense.

"Mr. Krell?"

"Didn't I ask you to investigate Shimokawa Yosuke's lover before?"

White stood by the telephone pole, somewhat bewildered. Why would someone suddenly mention the target's lover at this moment? But he still answered Claire's question honestly:

"Are you talking about Kyoko Nakahara? She's 24 years old and studying chemistry at Nanyang University. I think she's a master's student."

Nanyang University.

Hearing the name of the university, Fujiwara Yuu paused while examining the body. Realizing he was being a bit overly sensitive, a meaningful look flashed in his eyes, and he asked:

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"Would she come to this apartment? It wouldn't be surprising if a chemist poisoned her."

"Eh? Sir, are you saying that... Shimokawa Yosuke was poisoned by his lover, not the organization?"

"Well, the organization won't use poison. Even if they do, they won't use inferior poisons."

After confirming there was no valuable information in the bedroom, Fujiwara Yuu walked out of the house, not intending to let the murder case go unsolved. He walked down the stairs and noticed that there was still some food waste in the kitchen trash can, but strangely, the dishes were almost clean. Could it be that the murderer poisoned the dishes instead of the food?

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