Chapter 94 Chapter 94 Mr. Jyouya, wake up! ...
Matsuda Jinpei initially found Olga's arrest inconceivable. This kid had done plenty of bad things, but he was always very shrewd. How could the police have easily caught him in such a situation and arrested him?
It was probably just another trick to attract Furuya's attention. After the initial shock, Matsuda Jinpei regained his composure, his wide-open eyes turning into a dead fish-like state. He thought to himself, that brat always likes to exaggerate even the smallest things to divert Furuya Rei's attention to her.
She'd fall and scrape a few scrapes, and she'd act like she had a broken bone. She'd talk about a plane hitting some turbulence and act like it was about to crash. Anyway, that brat just loved and enjoyed seeing Rei Furuya worrying about her.
As for this time - Matsuda Jinpei wanted to light a cigarette, but he searched his body and only found a lollipop. Thinking that he was at the airport, he had no choice but to stuff the lollipop into his mouth - this time, according to convention, the kid was probably caught by the traffic police for some dangerous driving behavior and was given a ticket, so he ran to tell his dear Lingling that he was taken to the police station.
As Matsuda Jinpei was thinking this, he saw that his old classmate, who was always smart, did not relax at all. Without any hesitation, he tapped a few times on the phone screen, probably entering a number.
Very quickly, the call was connected.
Furiya Rei wasn't wearing headphones, so Matsuda Jinpei could vaguely hear the voice on the other end of the line. His eyes, which had just become dead eyes, widened again.
Hello—hello—is that not necessary?
Matsuda Jinpei had already roughly guessed who was on the other end of the line. His guess was immediately confirmed after Furuya Rei's first words:
"Kazama, there's something I need you to do."
"Yes, it needs to be done immediately."
After a few brief words, Furuya Rei hung up. Turning around, his old classmate, Matsuda Jinpei, had returned to his deadpan expression, glaring sideways at him, a lollipop in his mouth. If he could speak, he'd probably have let out a "tsk, tsk, tsk" sound.
Of course, Matsuda Jinpei wasn't so tactless. He and Furuya Rei went to get their luggage and got off the elevator.
"I say, there's no need to send the police, right?" Anyway, the "arrest" matter must have been exaggerated by that kid again.
Of course, Matsuda Jinpei didn't say the second half of the sentence.
Although Matsuda Jinpei had never dealt with Yuya Kazami, or even seen this person, but after working with Furuya Rei for so long, he had a certain understanding of this guy he had never met - Public Security, Furuya Rei's direct subordinate, who was obviously one year older than Furuya Rei, but was exploited like a poor beast of burden by a boss who was younger than him.
Although Furuya Rei had never directly introduced Kazami Yuya to Matsuda Jinpei, based on Matsuda Jinpei's own observations, Kazami was usually quite busy. For example, when he answered the phone just now, Matsuda Jinpei vaguely heard him say that he was monitoring or something.
So...for such a busy man, Jōgu just pulled him out to go to the police station to pick up a bad kid?
"Besides, if that brat really gets caught, we should be celebrating with champagne." Seeing that Furuya Rei ignored him, Matsuda Jinpei continued to mutter with his lollipop in his mouth, "This is a big fish!"
That's true. Even among all the members of the organization with code names, Olga is one of the most important. It's conceivable that she must have many secrets and evidence of the organization's crimes. In short, there's no reason to arrest her.
A car was already waiting for them in the airport's underground parking garage. The driver got out of the driver's seat and took their luggage. Furuya Rei opened the back door, his expression normal.
"Without sufficient evidence to convict her, arresting her would be pointless and might even alert the suspects."
As he spoke, he had already sat down in the back seat of the car. This must be a car sent by the Public Security Bureau, not the organization. Otherwise, Furuya Rei couldn't have said what he just said.
Matsuda Jinpei stood outside the car for two seconds, then crunched his lollipop before getting into the back seat. He gave Furuga Rei a helpless look with those dead fish eyes and silently said to himself, "You're the best."
Speaking of which, as the car pulled out of the airport's underground garage, Matsuda Jinpei turned his head and stared out the window at the now unfamiliar Tokyo scenery. He wondered if Furuya Rei actually arrested Olga. Would that be a good thing or a bad thing? After all, if he did, he could be seen as heartless. If he didn't, he could be seen as abusing his power.
Oh...it's difficult.
Thinking of this, Matsuda Jinpei suddenly sighed, shook his head and looked at Furuya Rei. The look in his eyes seemed to be looking at some pitiful little thing, which made Furuya Rei feel puzzled.
"What's wrong?"
"Oh—it's all right, it's all right."
As he spoke, Matsuda Jinpei sighed and shook his head again.
Jianggu Ling: "..."
He simply ignored Matsuda Jinpei's sudden outburst, lowered his head, and clicked on the latest news on his phone. And then—
He laughed, didn't he? He just laughed! Although Furuya Rei's expression now is exactly the same as it was a second ago, Matsuda Jinpei would bet 50 cents that he must have laughed for 0.001 seconds after looking at the phone screen!
After seeing Furiya Rei put away his phone as usual, Matsuda Jinpei understood that Kazami must have successfully snatched the kid out of the police station.
Of course, a public security official going to the Metropolitan Police Department to report a young man for dangerous driving was bound to succeed. He wondered what that relieved look from Fūya just now was all about. Thinking of this, the corners of Matsuda Jinpei's mouth twitched again.
*
A few minutes ago.
Miwako Sato knocked on the door of the interrogation room and whispered to Juzo Megure that the police had arrived.
The next second, as if it had come true, the door of the interrogation room that had just been closed was pushed open again, very arrogantly, without even knocking on the door to ask questions.
Outside the door, there stood a strange man.
The man had short black hair, a long, thin face, sparse eyebrows, and dark oval-framed glasses. He wore an olive-colored suit and a maroon tie. Despite his humble appearance, he exuded an air of arrogance. Surrounded by a group of Metropolitan Police Department detectives, he made his way unimpeded to the interrogation room and pushed open the door.
"This person is now under the custody of the public security bureau."
As he spoke, the visitor looked at Olga, as if sizing her up, judging her, with a touch of resentment and reluctance. He was oblivious to the reactions of Inspector Megure and the others beside him, or rather, simply unconcerned. He was like someone who had come to read an imperial decree, not even considering the possibility that the Metropolitan Police Department would reject him.
"In addition, all documents and records related to this case have been handed over to the police and are not allowed to be kept on file."
Now, Inspector Megure and the others looked at Olga with a different look. In all their years as police officers in Tokyo, they had seen many dandy young men, and they had also seen arrogant lawyers suddenly come with a large box of bail to take away these second-generation rich people. However, they had never seen arrogant police officers come to pick up someone.
How serious must this be? It's impossible for this child, so young, to be a serious criminal who needs to be taken away and interrogated by the police themselves, right? What did Sherlock Holmes say?
Eliminate all impossibilities, and whatever remains, no matter how improbable, is the truth.
For the kindhearted Inspector Megure and his companions, they felt that Olga couldn't be a villain who required the public security to personally intervene, so she could only be a wealthy second-generation rich kid. And for Yuya Kazami, this statement also applied.
As he led Olga out of the Metropolitan Police Department, Yuya Kazami kept looking at her with squinted eyes, thinking that he was secretly observing Olga - Arthas, a core member of the organization, with the highest danger level.
Maybe it was a preconceived notion, but in any case, even though Olga had a very beautiful and innocent face that could deceive people, Yuya Kazami still felt that she didn't look like a good person.
From Kazami's naive perspective, even if there wasn't enough evidence to convict Arthas, she was already in police hands—and it was her own doing, with no connection to Rei Furuya's undercover role. He could simply bring her back to the police station and perform a massive memory restoration. Wouldn't that be the perfect opportunity to bust the Black Organization in one fell swoop?
Kazami didn't understand why Mr. Fūya insisted that he get this vicious criminal out.
Is this okay?
This is not good.
But it was Mr. Furuya's order after all... Even if Kazami didn't understand, he still carried it out cowardly. After all, first, while he didn't trust Mr. Furuya's character, he absolutely believed in his ability. Mr. Furuya must have his reasons for doing this; second... he really didn't dare disobey Furuya Rei's orders...
It really is——
Yuya Kazami walked Olga out of the Metropolitan Police Department building. Looking out at the busy traffic on the street ahead, he smoothed back his short hair and sighed silently. It wasn't a good feeling to release a dangerous person back into society. He felt a pang of conscience.
So, Feng Jian decided to just ignore it.
"Then I'll go first—"
"Wait a moment, Mr. Kazami."
Suddenly, a voice with a mixture of laughter and malice came from behind. It was a bit cold, but surprisingly pleasant to the ear.
This was the first time Kazami heard Arthas speak, and his voice was different from what he had imagined.
He turned around, looked down at Olga seriously, and pushed his glasses: "I don't think I have ever told you my name."
Olga put her hands behind her back and looked at Kazami fearlessly, the smile on her face widening.
"Yeah." She tilted her head slightly. "So, who told me about you?"
When these words were spoken, Yuya Kazami's heart skipped a beat.
Did Arthas know about Mr. Furuya's undercover identity?! Did Mr. Furuya even tell her about the internal affairs of the Public Security Bureau?! Did Mr. Furuya betray her?! No! Impossible! So, did Arthas betray the Black Organization?!
Olga just watched the way Kazami's eyes changed when he looked at her. Don't say it, it's quite interesting to appreciate stupid people's imagination sometimes.
Of course, Furuya Rei had never mentioned Kazami Yuya to Olga. In fact, after Olga revealed that she knew of Furuya Rei's undercover identity, the two of them acted as if nothing had happened and neither of them mentioned the matter again.
However, Olga did employ some subtle tactics, investigating everyone around Rei Furuya. Of course, since the organization didn't have an undercover agent within the Public Security Bureau, and to protect Rei Furuya's identity, she didn't dare to conduct a large-scale investigation, so the information she obtained was limited. The only information she was able to find about Yuya Kazami was because he was affiliated with the Public Security Bureau of the Metropolitan Police Department, not the Public Security Bureau of the National Police Agency.
Olga believed that Rei Furuya must have made many preparations, including a contingency plan if she suddenly changed her mind and reported his undercover identity to the organization.
*
After a few seconds, Yuya Kazami seemed to have finally finished his imagination.
I don't know what was going on in his mind, but the tone he used when speaking to Olga was less fierce, although he still looked wary and suspicious.
"What else?"
"Hmm—let me think about it." Olga lowered her head slightly, pretending to cross her arms and support her chin with her hands as she thought for a while. "Oh, right, I feel dizzy. I might have a concussion when I rear-ended the police car. Please take me to the hospital. The best hospital."
Yuya Kazami looked Olga up and down again. She looked energetic and walked steadily. How could she look unwell?
He wanted to refuse, but the abominable criminal seemed to have no tact at all. He suddenly raised his head and clapped his left fist against his right palm with a smile:
"By the way, remember to notify Lingling to come visit me in the hospital immediately."
With that, the red-haired criminal turned around and found the car that Kazami was driving in the parking lot. Using some wicked trick, he opened the back door and got in, leaving Kazami alone, disheveled in the wind.
“Zero, Zero Zero…?!!!”
How strange... How could he instantly understand who she was referring to based on such a strange term as "evil criminal"? Why...
Ah! My head itches so much, it feels like it's going to grow a brain!
Kazami walked to the front of the car in a daze and looked in his pocket. Oh no! The key was gone!
He looked up as if suddenly realizing something, only to see the evil criminal sitting leisurely in the back seat of his car, turning something in his hand, and meeting his gaze with a provocative, unlovely smile.
Isn't that the car key he lost?
Ahhh! Evil criminal! Evil! Damn it! How on earth did she manage to trick Mr. Furuya? No, that's not right! Mr. Furuya couldn't possibly be tricked by someone like that! Impossible, absolutely impossible! This must be part of Mr. Furuya's plan! That's right!
Just like that, with a faint intention of death in his heart, Kazami drove to the best hospital in Tokyo with the evil red-haired criminal in the back seat.
He didn't understand why he had allowed this evil criminal to happily occupy medical resources. His duties didn't include accompanying the evil kid to see a doctor. But when he came to his senses, the evil kid was already lying on the bed in the VIP ward, urging him with a rather impatient look.
What are you urging him to do?
Oh... call Mr. Furuya and ask him to come visit this evil criminal immediately.
Mr. Furuya certainly wouldn't waste his time on something like this. With that in mind, Kazami Yuya dialed the number. He had already decided that after Mr. Furuya refused, he would definitely enjoy the tearful expression of the evil criminal.
The call was connected quickly.
"Mr. Furuya, it's like this..."
Feng Jian recounted the entire incident without adding any embellishments or even adding any personal thoughts, acting in a completely businesslike manner. He only concluded with the last sentence:
"Overall, the doctors believe it's just a mild concussion."
Nonsense, the evil kid kept complaining of dizziness, but the doctors couldn't find any cause. In this case, most doctors would simply diagnose the condition as a "mild concussion." And the evil kid, the dizziness must be fake!
"Yes, that's right. Although she said she hopes you will come to visit her immediately, but——"
Before Feng Jian could finish his words, Furuya Ling directly asked him the address of the hospital.
Kazami felt as if something inside him completely collapsed and shattered. What was it? Was it his fragile heart? Or was it the filter he had for Mr. Fūya?
In short, after mechanically reporting the hospital address in a daze, Kazami Yuya was completely numb. Like a robot, he slowly turned his head and looked at the evil red-haired kid lying on the bed in the luxury ward playing games.
Coincidentally, the evil imp seemed to have just finished a game and looked up at him:
"Hey - that guy, Kazami, go buy me a can of Coke. I want Mexican Coke."
She acted so arrogantly, without considering the possibility of being rejected.
Mexican Coke?
Hard, fist hard. Feng Jian decided that he would reject this evil brat once and for all and let her know that the earth does not revolve around her.
Just as Feng Jian took a deep breath, completed the wording in his mind, and was about to refuse sternly, the door of the ward was pushed open.
"Mr. Furuya!?"
Kazami took a step back unconsciously, and then saw the person behind Furuya Zero, and was stunned where he stood.
“Loose, loose, loose, loose—!”
"Hello! Nice to meet you. My name is Jinpei Matsuda." Facing Yuya Kazami who seemed to be stuck, Jinpei Matsuda took off his sunglasses, took a step forward with a smile, and looked relaxed.
And Kazami Yuya? He was completely petrified.
How is this possible?! Didn't Jinpei Matsuda already...sacrifice himself?!
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