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The surveillance was destroyed by the gunshot, and the next thing was a gray screen. Fūya Zero clicked to close it and picked up the data placed aside.

The above content is even more concise. It basically says that the nurse went to the ward again before leaving get off work and found the room in a mess. Then she screamed to call the police and left the scene.

From beginning to end, no one knew how Chiyodani Toru was taken away by that man away from the eyes and ears of the public, nor did anyone know where he was taken.

"Tsk..." Zhufu Jingguang sighed softly, without causing any reaction from his companions.

He realized belatedly that his voice had become so hoarse that only he could hear it.

The man with long silver hair obviously had a certain understanding of Chiyodani Toru, and even showed disdain and ridicule for the justice he insisted on. It was obvious that he had long been in the habit of doing evil.

He used the ordinary people outside the door as targets, just to see Chiyodani Toru's defense break down...

It is a cheap and despicable method, but to the police who have dreams and justice in their hearts, it is deadly arsenic wrapped in frosting. Even if they know it is poisonous, they will swallow it with blood in their mouth.

When Zhufu Jingguang closed his eyes, he saw a sea of ​​blood. His companion, who was in a hazy state, opened his mouth with difficulty and asked for help. The shape of his lips was -

"sa-o-ri."

"Hayato."

The last person Chiyodani Toru talked to them about was Hayori?

Morofushi Jingguang couldn't help but rewind the surveillance to the last scene and observe the unclear lip movements again.

"Sorry."

"Saori."

Furiya Rei and he said in unison, and then looked at each other in confusion.

These two pronunciations are so similar that it seems that there is no problem with either interpretation.

"Why did he apologize at the last minute?"

"Why did he call her by her name?"

The young couple made a mistake in judgment for the first time, but before they could continue their research, Yuto Hazuka walked in from outside.

He smelled of the night wind and cigarettes, a strong scent that was steeped in the years.

"Have you finished reading it?" The man, who was not strong but very calm, raised his eyebrows and said with some approval, "It seems that you can still keep calm."

Fūya Rei's arms trembled, and he clenched his fists tightly. He took a deep breath and said, "Aren't you worried?"

"Worry is the most meaningless emotion. It only makes us panic and reveal flaws."

Zhu Fu Jingguang said coldly: "Do you know the identity of that man? Since it has been confirmed that he is related to that organization, please tell us his identity..."

"Yes, we know." Yuto Yuzuka twitched his lips and smiled bitterly, "He is a newcomer in the black organization recently, codenamed Gin, and he is also a hungry wolf lurking in the darkness of Tokyo."

"Can't we issue a wanted notice to arrest him?" Fūya Ling frowned, "He has no intention of hiding his identity at all!"

Yuto Hazuka explained: "That organization has existed for too long and is so complex that we cannot even guarantee that there are no members of the organization within the police. Currently, both sides are still restraining each other on the surface. Once the balance is broken, it will cause greater casualties."

This means that if Gin is wanted, not only will it not be easy to capture him, but the excessive action may also cause the Black Organization to break off relations and target the masses or the police.

The enemy is in the dark, which is an extremely helpless thing, and the attitude of the Japanese police towards the organization is not one-sided.

The two were speechless for a moment. Although they knew Gin's identity, they seemed to be unable to do anything because they were so weak. They even said that even if they wanted to take revenge, they had to consider whether the organization would retaliate against ordinary people.

That lip shape was still flashing in Morofu Jingguang's mind.

Early weaving...

In that situation, Chiyodani Toru must have resisted with the thought that he would die, but in the end, all he wanted was to find his sister?

Yuto Hazuka said calmly, "Now, tell me what you saw in the video."

“…”

At twelve o'clock in the morning, Furuya Rei and Morofushi Kagemitsu were sent back to the police academy by Hazuka Yuto. The other party watched the two go upstairs and silently saluted the stone tablet at the door.

"Hiro, have you made up your mind?" On the way to the dormitory, Furuya Rei turned his head and asked his childhood friend with a complicated look in his eyes.

Zhu Fu Jingguang said quietly, "I will go to the Public Security Bureau of the Metropolitan Police Department, and I will not go undercover in that organization - Zero, you have to be careful."

Fūya Ling bit his lower lip and said hoarsely, "I understand."

It's just that I thought I could stand together with Zhufu Jingguang, but now I feel a little disappointed.

Seeing him like this, Morofushi Jingguang put his hand directly on his shoulder, and pulled him towards him like a child cuddling together for warmth.

He said softly, "You are from the professional group. When you go undercover, you will be assigned directly to the police station. Your identity is safe. As for me... you know that Brother Gao Ming is a criminal policeman in Nagano Prefecture, right?"

Fūya Ling said helplessly: "Indeed, you look a lot like him."

"No matter what, you and I are still too familiar with each other. Once one of us is exposed for some reason, it will be easy to implicate the other person." Morobushi Jingguang said rationally, "I don't want to be a burden to you."

Furuya Ling nodded: "But Hiro, the main reason is not this, right?"

Zhufu Jingguang was silent for a moment and closed his eyes.

In an instant, his memory flashed back, and the night in front of him disappeared, turning into a bright and clean cafeteria. He and his companions sat at the dining table, watching the black-haired young man talk about his future and dreams.

He still remembered the sparkling eyes of Chiyodani Toru at that time. He said in an expectant tone that he planned to go to the Ministry of Public Security in order to find his sister's whereabouts as soon as possible.

This is the other party's obsession, which is deep in his bones. Morofushi Kagemitsu, who wants to find his enemy like crazy, fully understands this emotion.

Chiyodani Toru's final lip movements were really unclear, and even Hazuka Hayato only said ambiguously that both were possible. The first thing that Morofushi Kagemitsu thought of was "entrustment."

If something really happened to Toru, the one who would be most concerned about would be Hayato, right?

He hated that he couldn't help, but if there was anything he could do, it was only this.

Joining that organization means being hard-pressed and restricted everywhere, and finding Chiyodani Hayato will only become more difficult. It is better to give up as suggested by Yuto Hazuka and choose a more suitable path.

"That guy named Gin..." he said hoarsely, "The fire ten years ago is definitely related to this organization. He is looking for Toru, probably for the thing that he has been looking for for a long time."

"Officer Hazuka said they will find a way to bring Toru back, so we don't have to worry too much for now."

Furiya Rei tried to comfort her in an awkward manner, but even he felt his throat was choked when he said it.

"But..." Zhu Fu Jingguang choked up for a moment. His blue-gray eyes looked at the sky, trying hard to hold back his tears. "How can I not think about this?"

They were the ones who watched their companions being taken away, and they were the ones who watched Chiyodani Toru risk his life to block bullets in order to protect the gift.

Before this, the young man with a gentle and sunny smile made a sincere wish for his 21st birthday, and even awkwardly wrote a sincere and playful letter of guarantee.

Everyone, including himself, felt that everything would get better and better. They would graduate together, enter different departments together, and shine for the bright future.

Thinking about the large amount of blood, Morofushi Kagemitsu had the illusion of dreaming back to his childhood in Nagano. He hid in a dark closet, looking at the red color all over the room and listening to the murderer humming a weird song.

He is about to collapse...

Fūya Rei gave him a hug, as if he wanted to transfer all his strength to him. He gritted his teeth and spoke word by word, "No matter what... I will get in, get to the upper levels, and then tear that organization apart!"

Hatred that was more intense than the sense of justice spread in the heart, burning fiercely, and in an instant it reached the bottom of the eyes, completely burning away the tears of sorrow.

They sincerely believed that Chiyodani Toru would return safely.

But this does not affect their desire to eradicate the organization's hatred!

185.

[C——A——O——Gin——die——!]

[Where? The police academy team stabbed us once, and then they monitored us and did it again? Would you rather have acupuncture and full body massage?!]

[Wuwuwu, I am so shocked. How can he come back after going there? Can he still be a policeman? Is there any way that I am not a chopping block!]

[I am an aluminum anvil, chop it as you please! (dying)]

[It was this incident that prompted Jingguang and Lingling to organize... But I'm a little curious, after getting involved with Tooru, can they still stay calm and organize undercover?]

[Let’s not talk about whether he will die or not, but at least he will shed some skin, right? The rest depends on whether my sister can help! ]

[I’m a little afraid that Toru and my sister will be criticized together… If he is really the blood of the Chiyogaya family, then one thousandth of it is really not a big deal.]

[Hmm - sisters, do you still remember the name of this show?]

[Detective Conan: Symphony of Red and Black, right? I have a very good memory! (Chest puffed out)]

[Knock on the head, what's the point! Since the police academy has formed a strong red team, it is still in a stage of imbalance in combat power.

But the name tells us that this is a story about the red and black team, which proves that the black team cannot rely on Gin alone to stand tall. The specific fight must be inseparable from Director Ke, which means that there is only one possibility for the plot before the main line - to fill in the strength of both sides! ]

[In short, the Chiyogaya family is actually the black party! ! ! ]

[Actually, it makes sense if you think about it this way. The nearly omnipotent Chiyotani Toru and Chiyotani Saori, who has a secret that even the police don't know, can instantly turn the disadvantage of the black side around if they join the organization.]

[??? !! Chao! Why do I feel like this is the old thief's conspiracy? ! ]

[Aaaah, I burst into tears on the spot. If this is really the case, he will really die. His former companions have become enemies because of brainwashing by the organization. Not only has the black side become more powerful, but the red side may not be willing to attack Toru. Once they do, it will really be...]

[On the rooftop, the black-haired young man who managed to stay awake clenched the muzzle of his gun and said to his red team mate who had become his enemy: "Shoot... I want to be remembered in a different way."]

[Zhao, I'm almost having PTSD on the rooftop?!]

[Help, shasaha, if srds is reversed like a brainwashing drug, it will be so cool to be dark! ! ! The image of a righteous police officer is written all over him, and when he turns dark, it is simply deadly! ! Kuchako Feifei]

[Then I'll go first! I'm the black dog! (violent words)]

[Sister upstairs, is there no one in this world you care about anymore?]

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“Bang!”

Two rapid gunshots marked the final chapter of the day, causing the only remaining bodyguard's cry for mercy, which had not yet been uttered, to be stuck in his throat, becoming a arrogant warning that was transmitted further.

The two bodyguards were still trying to flee, but now they were crawling on the ground, stretching out their hands, reaching for the door hopelessly. In the end, they could only fall silent as the hot blood flowed from their bodies.

Putting the hot Browning M1935 pistol back into the gun pouch on his waist, the young man took out two portable grenades, held them in his hands, and even rotated them twice leisurely.

In front of him was a living room covered in blood, with figures lying all over the floor. The blood flowing from their bodies mixed with the broken wine and drinks at the scene, and then scattered an almost colorful light under the illumination of the large glazed lamps on the roof.

I could still vaguely hear the pure music playing in the background, but it felt so eerie and scary in this empty yet crowded room.

The young man was wearing a black windbreaker, his dark eyes reflected no emotion. He strode forward, like an emperor inspecting his territory, his eyes wandering over the corpses, and from time to time he would kick them a few times with the tip of his shoes to confirm whether they were dead or alive.

The leather boots stepped on the pool of blood, making a loud and crisp sound, one after another, like the drumbeats at a death ritual.

After looking around the whole place, he pushed up his metal-framed glasses and said indifferently, "Is that all right?"

"I get angry when I hear unnecessary orders like this over and over again."

The young man was wearing a black headset with a red light flashing on it. He spoke his opinions in a calm and straightforward manner without revealing any emotions.

A hoarse hum came from the earphone, but the tone was indeed pleasant. The other party said: "This will be the last time, Gran."

"Don't call me that."

The other party said self-centeredly: "At least in terms of action, you are much better than Shensou."

The black-haired young man's face suddenly turned gloomy. He pulled out a gun with his free hand and fired two shots at the large chandelier above his head behind him as if to vent his anger.

Sparks instantly flew from the joints of the huge eight-layered glass lamp, and the next moment it suddenly broke, falling to the ground. The decorations on it burst apart like flowers from heaven, and fell all over the ground, making a continuous crackling sound.

As the lights went out, the whole scene darkened instantly. Only the moonlight outside could be vaguely reflected. A figure and murderous eyes hidden under the frame could be vaguely seen.

"Don't mention her in front of me." The calm voice finally showed a wave of murderous intent, "If you want me to do it so badly."

Gin let out a light "tsk". "You two haven't met before, have you? You have such a big grudge against each other."

"You know the answer but you still ask."

This uncooperative conversation made Gin lose the will to continue, and his tone suddenly turned cold: "Clean up the scene, I don't want to see anyone alive."

"The authority that gentleman gave me is not enough to require me to obey you even in such matters."

With a faint sneer, the young man calmed down his emotions in an instant. He put away the gun, raised his hand and bit his fingertips, then slowly pulled off the white gloves stained with blood and dust and threw them to the ground.

He walked steadily in the darkness, wading through the pool of blood again and kicking the two bodyguards at the door aside.

The moment he opened the door, he casually threw back the two warm portable grenades. The grenades with the safety removed rolled twice on the ground and entered the warm-up stage.

He closed the door behind him without looking back and walked away along the cobblestone path.

The moonlight is very beautiful tonight. The silvery moonlight shines down from top to bottom on the well-maintained artificial garden, accompanied by the crisp chirping of insects, weaving the entire night into a soft web, enveloping everything in it.

This is the private residence of a certain group president. Tonight, their family reunited here to hold a family dinner. The atmosphere was warm and lively, but the shadow hidden in the deep easily sneaked in along the darkness, intending to seal some unspeakable secrets.

The black-haired young man walked slowly to a safe place. A loud explosion came from behind him. Broken glass flew out of the house with the air wave and pierced the vehicles parked outside.

He looked back, his black eyes reflecting the dancing orange-red flames. The flames spread from the wine and instantly climbed up the fabric sofas, curtains and other flammable objects, destroying the magnificent and gorgeous hall in an instant.

"It's a very beautiful painting," he commented pertinently.

When Gin heard his comment, he couldn't help laughing out loud, as if he had heard the funniest joke in the world.

"That's really interesting." He didn't stop laughing. He turned on his lighter, lit a cigarette, and said vaguely, "But this is what suits you."

The black-haired young man just stood quietly at the edge of the path, watching the flames burn and climb up to the roof. He pushed his glasses, which seemed a little heavy because of the surveillance camera, and casually pushed back the hair that was blown to his cheeks.

Gin: "There is still a month until graduation from the police academy. You shouldn't forget the knowledge so quickly, right?"

"I don't like to hear nonsense."

The pleasure brought by the previous one was too strong, and Gin was too lazy to care about this cold sarcasm. He sneered and said, "I just hope you can maintain your previous appearance and don't let those garbage police find out."

"I'm not vodka." The young man said calmly, "Compared to me, you should pay more attention to the nightlife of the people around you."

The breathing sound in the earphone stagnated.

He ignored her and continued, "After all, you have to go on missions during the day and chase stars at night. You can't even hide your dark circles, and you have to pretend to be concentrating on driving. Gin, you are very lucky that you didn't get into a car accident."

There was a crackling noise coming from the earphone.

Soon, Gin's gloomy voice sounded: "Mind your own business, Granmani, no - Chiyodani Tetsu-kun."

Feeling the chain break, Chiyodani Toru chuckled and casually took off his glasses, revealing his usual gentle and considerate smile.

"That's true... it's been a while."

He sighed, casually put his glasses into his pocket, turned and walked towards the exit. His leather boots, having stepped on blood many times, left dark spots on the cobblestones, which solidified in the gaps and became scars of sin that could not be washed away even by rain.