Fake 19
"How is it going?"
"We haven't found the relevant person yet..." Fengjian said to the person on the other end of the phone with some shame. The inconvenience of Japan not having an ID card came out. Due to the landslide in Hokkaido a few years ago, the topography of Ishii Kazuki's hometown has changed a lot. Some residents did not even update their resident certificates when they left. The difficulty of finding people has skyrocketed. "I have asked my colleagues in Yamagata Prefecture for support. I will notify you as soon as the results are out."
"What are his recent activities?" Furuya Rei was mentally prepared for this. Regardless of whether Ishii Kazuki was real or fake, his childhood was not so easy to investigate. He asked in a deep voice, "Did he meet with any suspicious persons?"
"We are still investigating," Fengjian smiled bitterly, "but the scope of suspicion is too large... Officer Ishii not only actively participated in anti-domestic violence seminars, but also worked for legal aid and child protection for Ono Apartment. In addition, he also helped released prisoners to reform..." Thinking of his classmate who pretended to be a police officer in the police academy to threaten domestic violence perpetrators that he would break into the house at night to rescue the victim, Furuya Rei knew that Ishii Kazuki was a reckless person. He did not restrain himself when he became a policeman. At most, he was careful not to leave any evidence. "To be honest, the people I contacted had no criminal record, which was actually a minority..."
Investigating people with complex social relationships is often too cumbersome.
Furuya Rei frowned, "...The surveillance camera in front of his apartment should have captured him returning drunk late at night. Did you find out who he went to meet?"
"That has been ruled out," Fengjian thought about the previous report from his subordinates, "I just went to see a private detective and confirmed everything. There is no doubt..."
"Continue the screening," the boss' tone was so serious that Feng Jian couldn't help but stand up straight and almost saluted, "No matter how small the suspicious points are, report them to me."
"clear!"
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The fat white man seemed to be in a good mood. He was humming a song while pruning the plants in his hands. His cell phone on the shelf vibrated. He glanced at it casually and saw a text message on the screen.
The above is a somewhat blurry surveillance screenshot. All you can see are two men walking side by side, seemingly communicating something.
There is another line of words at the bottom of the message.
[Public Security Internal Investigation]
Mr. Iori's movements slowed down, and a thoughtful expression appeared on his bun-like face. "Click", he looked at the potted plant in front of him with some regret. Due to a construction error, many unnecessary branches were "cut off", and half of it looked bare.
"What a shame," he sighed, pressing the scissors against the other half of the lush area, "I quite like it."
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"Who are you?"
"Scotland."
"You are one of the Crows? What's your real name?"
"... Kirisaki Osamu."
"Who is that man with you?"
"I don't know... the organization didn't tell me his code name..."
"That's all you know, isn't it?"
"...Yes, don't...Please, don't do it again...cough..."
"God will guide the lost child," it was as if many people were speaking at once, their voices overlapping into a melody, forcing their way into the ears of the man lying on the ground, already in a semi-conscious state, "your companions will be with you."
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The black-haired woman pressed the opening of the envelope with her slender fingers, and carefully smoothed out every wrinkle before putting it into the secret pocket of her coat.
She wore a simple T-shirt, cropped pants and a coat, and did not forget to simply comb her hair in front of the mirror before going out.
There was still a faint smile on that familiar yet unfamiliar face, and the person in the mirror was moving his lips.
"Bon Voyage."
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