The photo that Vodka took out was very blurry, half grey and half white, and a little overexposed. The technique was so poor that it could only be used to shoot small movies for others, and that was an informal one at that.
However, thinking that he was taking a secret photo, Sakaki Makoto and Gin didn't say anything. After all, they couldn't have too high expectations for vodka, so just about enough was enough.
The photo vaguely shows a 'person', lying sideways, with a blurred outline and a face that looks like a mosaic, but judging by the clothing...
The other party should be an inpatient in the hospital.
"This is what I just took in the inpatient department."
Vodka says:
"Do you think he is Akai Shuichi?"
"........What do you think?"
“I think he looks like that!”
Vodka lowered his voice excitedly:
"There were a few people watching me at the time, and I didn't dare stay for too long because I was afraid of being exposed."
Sakaki Makoto exchanged glances with Gin and asked:
"You just said that Akai Shuichi showed up at the surgical ward, and you happened to run into him while he was out doing activities?"
"Yes! Isn't that a coincidence?"
"What a coincidence, such a coincidence, it's like someone dug a hole and waited for you to jump in."
"Is this a trap?"
Vodka opened his eyes wide, and his mind was a little confused:
"Are you saying that Akai Shuichi is seducing me?"
"...To be exact, he is not seducing you, but seducing the people in the organization."
Makoto Sakaki looked Vodka up and down, and really couldn't see how this guy could attract Shuichi Akai's DNA.
Everything requires evidence. The photos taken secretly by Vodka can be ignored. Sakaki Makoto and Gin can only make guesses based on their subjective assumptions, and the results will definitely differ from reality.
If Shuichi Akai is really receiving treatment in the Haido Central Hospital, then there must be many FBI agents hiding in the hospital. This is their temporary base. The expedition team sent by the Black Organization is like a tiger entering a wolf's den. They will be besieged if they are not careful.
"We still have to go and investigate on the spot."
Gin groaned:
"Vodka has narrowed down the search area for us. Next, we will split up. Suzi, you and Vermouth will go to the west corridor, and Vodka and I will go to the east. These two corridors lead to the AB inpatient buildings next door. If conditions permit, we can sneak into the inpatient department and take a look."
Conditions permitting naturally means when one can ensure one's own safety.
Gin doesn't want to see Makoto Sakaki, Vodka or Vermouth discovered by the FBI and then besieged. There are only a few backbone members who can be used in the organization, and they must be used to the best advantage.
After discussing the plan, Sakaki Makoto and the other two pushed the door and walked out of the toilet. The smell in the toilet was so strong that most people couldn't hold it in.
Under the dull gaze of the man with crutches, the three men left the toilet one after another and split into two groups.
Makoto Sakaki found Vermouth on a stainless steel bench at the corner of the 4th floor. She couldn't enter the men's restroom, so she simply waited somewhere else.
The two had communicated via text messages in advance and knew the content of the next mission. After they met up, Sakaki Makoto took the lead and walked towards the west corridor. After waiting for a while, Vermouth stood up with "effort", hanging not too far behind, ready to respond at any time.
Compared with the internal medicine department on the 5th floor, there are fewer patients coming to the orthopedic surgery and neurosurgery departments on the 4th floor, and usually...
Patients in orthopedic and neurosurgery departments are often more likely to be fatal, after all, surgical treatment methods tend to be more surgical.
There were many patients out for some fresh air in the west corridor leading to the inpatient department. Makoto Sakaki blended in with them, and with the familiar mask on, he didn't attract much attention.
but....
It’s different for Vermouth. A pregnant woman going to the surgery department is still quite conspicuous.
Thanks to her, Sakaki Makoto's presence was further reduced, which also made it easier for him to observe the movements around him.
Beihu Central Hospital has two inpatient buildings. The west corridor leads to Building A, which is home to mostly patients with minor injuries. The east corridor where Gin and Vodka went leads to Building B, which is home to critically ill patients.
Logically speaking, since Akai Shuichi was injured repeatedly, he should be in serious condition and stay in Building B. However, if his injuries were not serious and his wounds healed smoothly, it is not impossible for him to stay in Building A. So Gin asked them to act separately.
The informant sent by the organization only said that he saw Shuichi Akai at the outpatient department of Beido Central Hospital, but did not know which building he lived in.
But...
Makoto Sakaki stood by the window and took the opportunity to chat with a bored old man when he discovered that something was wrong with the inpatient department of Building A.
There was a patient with an IV drip sitting on the bench at the connection to the inpatient department of Building A. Makoto Sakaki observed him for a full 10 minutes. He was like an old monk in meditation, motionless, holding a newspaper in his hand, reading a piece of news for a long time without saying anything. The key point was that the IV drip was not dripping!
Isn't this treating people like fools?!
You’re afraid that others won’t be able to tell that you’re an undercover agent!
Sakaki Makoto was completely speechless at this brother who was so immersed in the play. He didn't even have the thought of exposing him. He felt like he would lose if he approached him and started a conversation.
Sakaki was sure that there were indeed FBI personnel in the hospital.
The old man next to him had stopped talking, and seeing that Sakaki Makoto had remained silent, he simply asked:
"Ahem...what's wrong with you, young man?"
"tuberculosis."
Sakaki Makoto responded casually.
“Oh….Ah?!”
The old man took a few steps back, his face pale with fear:
"Tuberculosis, why don't you stay in the ward and come out to harass others?!"
The strange cry attracted the attention of passers-by. Sakaki Makoto felt that they all subconsciously moved a little further away, looking at him with fear in their eyes.
"Uncle, you are right. I should go back to the ward."
Sakaki Makoto nodded and walked towards the inpatient department of Building A. All the people who saw him retreated along the way, as if he was walking into an empty place.
Even the undercover agent sitting on the bench quietly retracted his feet and raised the newspaper to cover his face, for fear of being infected by Sakaki Makoto.
Seeing this, Vermouth followed.
Except for infectious diseases, most of the inpatient rooms in Building A are double wards. There are a constant stream of visitors, and pregnant women can occasionally be seen.
His eyes swept over the nameplate next to the door and Makoto Sakaki walked through each ward, looking for Akai Shuichi.
The golden afterglow shone through the window, and the corridor alternated between light and darkness. Sakaki Makoto suddenly stopped, looked at the figure standing in front of the window at the end, and slowly narrowed his eyes.
Long black hair, thin and pale face, sparkling eyes...
Shuichi Akai!
There is no way Sakaki Makoto would make a mistake, he is sure that it is Shuichi Akai himself!
Now Shuichi Akai is wearing a blue and white hospital gown, with a bandage exposed on his neck. It is obvious that his injuries have not healed, but he can move independently.
"Go."
Vermouth behind him reminded:
"There are FBI all around, we can't stay here for long."
Without hesitation, Makoto Sakaki turned around and immediately returned along the same route. When he walked away, Shuichi Akai, who was standing in front of the window, turned around, took off his hidden headphones, and looked up at Makoto Sakaki.
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