Chapter 11811189 [Vermouth's Failed Disguise]

Gin listened to Tomomi Nonaka's explanation, sneered, and temporarily resisted the urge to shoot her and the recorder.

He weighed the recorder in his hand, threw it into the woman's arms, and reluctantly summoned a little of the patience he usually had when dealing with Wuzo's troubles: "Don't do it again."

Tomomi Nonaka nodded hesitantly and ran away quickly with the tape recorder in her arms.

When she reached the door, she couldn't help but look back at Gin, wondering how this man had discovered it.

Gin noticed her peeping and his hand instinctively wanted to reach for the gun again, but after repeating in his mind several times "I must endure the humiliation and complete the game, break free from Anonymous' control, and report the situation to my superiors", he finally calmed down.

At the same time, he also saw the doubts of Nonaka Tomomi, and snorted in his heart: People who carry recording devices often focus their attention differently when they hear important conversations than ordinary people. Unless the person is clearly aware of this and deliberately controls it, it is very obvious that they are carrying something.

But there was no point in talking to a bunch of idiots, so Gin impatiently sent the guests away.

After everyone left, he took out the tape that he had just thrown into the trash can, found a tape recorder at home and played it. He found that there was only today's conversation in it and no other useful content, so he lit the fireplace and threw the tape in.

Then Gin found his computer and began searching for relevant terms, and planned to take some time to go to the crime scene - of course, he couldn't rely on those idiots for all the clues.

Rather than getting useful clues from the gathered guests, Gin actually wanted to trick out their identities as quickly as possible, find the suspect who was mixed in with the guests, and then "solve the mystery" intuitively by observing his actions.

Thinking of this, Gin couldn't help but look at the gate again: "..." When that group of people left just now, they should have been given a tracker and a bug... Unfortunately, he didn't have them.

Gin: “…” Without the organization’s channels, there may not be a black market in this place, and I don’t know where to get it in a short time... Tsk, I don’t know if those policemen have the technology, why not pick a time to rob... and take a few pieces?

…

"So we're going to Tokyo now?"

Vermouth found a hat and covered her conspicuous golden hair. Then she looked at her beautiful face in the mirror and sighed.

——Originally, Vermouth wanted to show off her skills and let Jiang Xia experience the magic of the skill of "disguise". After leaving the game, he often came to her to ask for disguise.

But she didn't expect that the substitute materials she found here were completely unusable, and the effect of applying them was unbearable to look at. Now, let alone "admiration", Jiang Xia had washed his face several times, and even looked at her with a hint of disdain.

Vermouth: "..." Her disguise skills are flawless, it's clearly Anonymous' fault...

As she thought about it, the murderous aura in her couldn't help but become a little stronger.

…

Jiang Xia's dislike seemed to come and go quickly.

Not long after, Vermouth found that Jiang Xia became friendly again and sat next to her again.

"Let's call Omura first and try to contact him." Jiang Xia said, "Omura is not among the people who gathered with Gin, so his impression of me is still a 'fugitive murderer'. If we go to his house and ask him directly, he may not tell us, but if we call him pretending to be a police officer, we should be able to get more real information and save time explaining."

After a pause, he continued, "If we can't find out over the phone, we can go to his house directly. To be honest, this code is a bit too simple. I feel that things won't end so easily. After all, if we find the original manuscript, we can find the guest who was exposed by Tachibana Goryeo, and there will probably be other changes later."

Of course, the more twists and turns the better. It would be best if these three bottles of real wine were kept in the game for a reasonable period of time...

…

Regardless of the efficiency, it is clear what to do next.

However, when Jiang Xia called the "Dacun" that appeared in the answer to the puzzle, no one answered the call.

"Isn't he dead?"

Jiang Xia returned to the car from the public telephone booth, opened the passenger door and got in, sighing: "This kind of key witness, generally speaking, shouldn't live too long."

Vermouth: “…” It turns out that Uzo likes to kill the key witnesses first.

She first subconsciously remembered Jiang Xia's non-existent habits.

Then he came to his senses, started the car, and laughed: "Look at the bright side, maybe that 'Omura' is not at home. After all, he is a busy president... Anyway, let's drive to Tokyo while continuing to call and ask. Maybe we'll get through someday."

At this point, she touched her pocket and found nothing. She couldn't help muttering, "It's really inconvenient without the Internet. 'Tachibana Goryu was murdered by a high school detective' is explosive news. If the witness 'Omura' related to this case also died suddenly, there must be news about him on the Internet immediately. Unfortunately, now we can only check the news from the newspaper. This car doesn't have a radio..."

"The old times also had their own fun." Jiang Xia, a young man, has adapted well to the state of "no mobile phone" and seems to have found other interesting things. "Let's go to his house first. If we see a telephone booth on the way, we can stop and call him."

Vermouth nodded, and the two of them quickly headed towards Tokyo.

…

I originally thought that if I continued investigating like this, when I arrived in Tokyo, I would only see the miserable corpse of President Omura.

Unexpectedly, when approaching Omura's house, Jiang Xia went to a public telephone booth and made a phone call, and the call was connected.

"Hello? Hi, I'm Omura."

A middle-aged man's voice came from the receiver.

Jiang Xia distinguished the voice suspiciously and found that it was indeed the same as that of a man named "Dacun" who appeared at the banquet - it seemed that Dacun himself had answered the call alive.

Jiang Xia couldn't help but be a little surprised, but he quickly came to his senses and lowered his voice a little:

"Hello, I'm Noda from the Metropolitan Police Department's First Investigation Division. I have some questions for you regarding the case involving Tachibana Goryanagi. Are you free now?"

"Any more questions?" President Omura asked in confusion, "I should have told you everything I knew when I was taking the statement. I really have nothing to do with this case, and there are no more clues."

Jiang Xia lied patiently, "It's like this. Just now, there was a breakthrough in the case. We cracked the code that Mr. Tachibana left at the banquet. What the deceased wanted to say was 'go ask Omura'."

(End of this chapter)