Wrongful Conviction 12
Saturday was a rare good day. On a day like Conan where winter could come at any time with wind blowing one second and clear skies the next, cloudy weather like this always gave people a suitably cool feeling. It was a pity that He Xi had to go kill someone in such an afternoon.
He got up at six in the morning, washed and dressed, then went downstairs to greet every Huiren Society member he met, had breakfast with the senior management, then went back to the office to handle official business, went back to the bedroom after lunch, sorted out materials under the pretext of a nap, went out on field work in the afternoon, and after enjoying dinner with some clients, he left the table on the pretext of being drunk, drove alone to the outdoor parking lot of Beihu Hotel, leaned back in the driver's seat and took out his mobile phone.
"Tasmanian Rain," Zhu Fujingguang, who was forced to join the water plant, dialed the number. After Julian read the invitation letter to him childishly, his life, which was supposed to come to an abrupt end, entered another fork in the road. The water plant arranged for him to go undercover in another organization, gathering intelligence while trying to provoke conflicts between it and the winery. "I hope you can be more clear about the people who need to be picked up."
...He should be Mezcal. Zhu Fu Jingguang vented his dissatisfaction in a cold tone. Even after leaving the winery, he still maintained the personality of Kirisaki Osamu when dealing with the relevant personnel of the water plant. The people of the water plant contacted him less frequently, which also gave the former police officer a lot of time to think about matters related to the water plant during his spare time as an undercover.
Mescal is Tasmanian Rain, a hacker who has never met before and has never concealed his speaking habits. Kelver and Voss are most likely involved, but their location in the water plant is unclear, and Julian...
San Pellegrino.
Zhu Fu Jingguang pondered. When he met the boy, he was only nine years old, but he already had an official code name in the water plant. Could it be that the child was really so talented? Or is there some other reason...
"Yagaquan," Tasmania Rain's emotionless electronic voice interrupted his thoughts, "He has an assassination mission nearby today. When he gets in the car, you can drive to the designated location."
It was another code name he had never heard of. Zhu Fu Jingguang frowned and was planning to continue asking, hoping to get more information. But before he opened his mouth, he heard a busy tone - Tasmania Yu hung up again.
"Excuse me," just as he was about to start brainstorming and frantically guessing who the target of the assassination mission was, there was a knock on the car window. Zhu Fu Jingguang sighed, and the fully rolled down car window gradually could not cover the face that he had no impression of, "Master, can we go now?"
The man in the windbreaker carelessly opened the car door and fastened his seat belt consciously. A familiar shape bulged in his pocket. At this distance, Zhu Fujing could smell the smell of gunpowder on him - this made him subconsciously tense his muscles. "Let's go, He Xi," the man, whose voice was also ordinary to a certain level, urged slowly, "I'm really tired."
"Thank you for your hard work," Zhu Fujingguang retracted his gaze and concentrated on being a tool man. He could feel the man's curious eyes sweeping over his face. It was a bit strange that he could not raise much vigilance. He tried with a concerned tone, "Is it difficult to solve?"
“He’s a big shot after all,” the man shrugged, looking nonchalant, “I climbed the outer wall of more than 30 floors just to open a wooden warehouse on him.”
"It's not easy to avoid the sight of those policemen... I'm really exhausted. I wanted to enter the police academy and become a good policeman, but I couldn't meet the prerequisites. I could only climb stairs and do some work~"
The former Public Security Commissioner, Kazuki Ishii, had a malicious grin on his face under the mask. He looked at his old friend whom he hadn't seen for a long time unscrupulously, hiding his greedy and eager eyes with a submissive expression.
I'm sorry, the person who betrayed you has only been found now.
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"This is our new transfer student," the teacher wrote the name on the blackboard and smiled warmly at the children in the class, "Everyone, get along well with others."
In front of the name "Haihara Ai" on the blackboard, the brown-haired girl stood there with an indifferent expression, like an exquisite doll, beautiful but lacking in life.
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