Chapter 28 Chapter 28 Is it possible to go to jail...
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Mo Shiyu didn't move for a few seconds, his mind a little confused.
This sentence sounds like there's nothing wrong with it.
But it doesn't seem right.
Why can he understand every word, but when put together, it seems different from what he imagined?
Someone's brain was working so hard that his CPU was about to burn out before he finally connected with the thought processes of Jinpei Matsuda and the others.
The conclusions reached by the two police officers are absolutely correct. Every part of this sentence is correct, but the meaning behind it is subtly different.
Because a key piece of the puzzle is missing, the original appearance cannot be deduced from the existing, incomplete picture.
This is an unavoidable mental prison.
Mo Shiyu was also trapped in this cage at first, thinking that he had been exposed.
But when he carefully sorted out the cause and effect, he found that it was not the case.
Just one day after he left the hotel, the police discovered obviously abnormal wounds on his body. This was like a fuse, revealing that he had actually been instructed by someone else to go to the hotel that day.
But he did not complete this instruction, so he was punished.
On the same day, Mo Shiyu also rescued Kenji Hagiwara with a black nylon rope.
This rope is specially made. Once it touches a person's body, it will tightly clamp the person and he or she will not be able to break free no matter what.
All of the above is enough to reveal that his identity is extraordinary. At least he is not the naive, stupid and easily deceived college student he described.
The key then lies in what he was instructed to do.
Mo Shiyu had no doubt that during the time he was unconscious, Hagiwara Kenji and the others must have found a way to find out the details of the Fujiwara family incident.
It is not difficult to find out, after all, they have Zhu Fu Jingguang, a contemporary of theirs.
After the two sides communicated, they basically pieced together the original situation of the incident.
From the police's perspective, the logic behind the Fujiwara family incident was clear. Fujiwara Kiyoshi reaped the fruits of his own labor, having been killed by the very experiment he had created, with no trace of any external interference.
This is why there was an error in inference between the police officer and Mo Shiyu.
Mo Shiyu thought that Hagiwara Kenji and others would connect his suspicions with the demise of the Fujiwara family, and thus suspect that he was a terrible criminal.
But this is untenable. The police officer is a smart man and can see that he did nothing that day. Someone else killed Fujiwara Kiyoshi.
Therefore, the only possibility left for the organization behind Mo Shiyu to instigate this was something visible to the naked eye.
The black rope in his hand actually has other mechanisms besides being used for binding. It is a powerful weapon for killing and robbing, but only he can activate the mechanism and no one can use it without him.
Therefore, from the outside, its uniqueness is only reflected in the fact that once it is strangled by the wrist, it cannot be escaped.
In the eyes of the police officers, a beautiful woman who put on makeup late at night to go to a party of the rich second generation and was carrying a rope that looked like a special one...
What does the organization behind him do? I can only think of it in a completely devious way!
Very good, the logic is straightened out.
Mo Shiyu silently shed two wide noodles of tears. What should he do? He couldn't be happy at all.
He had joked about being swept into police custody by the five-member police academy for their crackdown on prostitution, but that had been a joke, not a serious one. But now it seemed like that day was just around the corner, and he might even end up implicating his organization and getting swept into custody as part of a prostitution operation...
——Did Gin have to let him in with this identity at that time?
Mo Shiyu wished he could dig a big hole on the spot and stick his head in it.
“…”
Seeing that the two police officers had stood up and were walking towards him, Mo Shiyu numbly took a step back and decided to just go for broke.
He turned his head away, lowered his eyes, and said with a bit of weariness and gloom between his brows, "I guessed it, so what?"
"If you want to destroy the organization behind me through me, that's impossible."
"If you want to arrest me, go ahead."
Matsuda Jinpei stared closely at his features and could not detect any falsehood.
Of course, there was no need for Mo Shiyu to lie. Their conclusion was only a thin layer away from the truth.
The stern police officer with black curly hair scratched his hair, feeling quite unhappy.
"Little Gray Hair, at a time like this, you should have obediently come and seek help from the police. Is there really nothing we can do about this kind of organization?"
Mo Shiyu, "There's just no way. Also, what is Little Gray Hair?"
Hagiwara Kenji covered his forehead and said, "Please don't mind it. Jinpei likes to give people nicknames. But he doesn't mean any harm."
Something like the golden-haired bastard, the ghost instructor, etc., huh.
Mo Shiyu didn't say anything for a while, as if he was stunned. After a while, he didn't raise any objections.
…
He half leaned against the wall and raised his hand to smooth his long hair that was messy from sleeping.
The sleeves of the clothes Mo Shiyu was wearing were very long, originally intended to cover the bandage on his wrist, but they were rolled up by Matsuda Jinpei when changing the dressing.
As he raised his hand, his cool-toned, fair arm was revealed, with bruises and purple bruises faintly visible under the gauze.
Kenji Hagiwara looked at this scene and his eyes darkened.
The police officer's dislocated left hand was wrapped in a white bandage. He looked at him quietly, the frivolous smile that always lingered on his lips was gone, and he spoke calmly.
"I'm sorry to ask you so many questions right after you woke up. You probably aren't feeling well. Would you like to eat something first?"
Seeing that one of his hands was still bandaged, Mo Shiyu said briefly, "No need. Your hand is not convenient."
Matsuda Jinpei tilted his head, acting like an emotionless atmosphere destroyer. "Huh? It's convenient. I ordered takeout."
Mo Shiyu: “…”
Seeing his speechless expression, Kenji Hagiwara couldn't help but laugh.
"I haven't thanked you yet. Thank you for saving me."
Mo Shiyu took the box of kidney slices, glanced at him, and then lowered his eyes, "...It's okay, just a side note."
This takeaway meal is Chinese food, and I am quite full after eating it.
If you think about it carefully, he only had two meals in these three days, and both were Chinese food.
Mo Shiyu nibbled the watermelon cautiously and looked up at them.
He thought the two police officers were using both soft and hard tactics on him in order to get information, but he didn't expect that Hagiwara Kenji's next words would make him completely at a loss.
"It's okay, Xiao Xiaoyu," he said. "If you have any concerns and are afraid to reveal the news, you don't have to say anything."
Mo Shiyu was stunned for a moment.
There was no trace of laughter in Hagiwara Kenji's voice.
"But I will definitely get you out. I will."
...It sounds familiar, Mo Shiyu thought.
By the way, Zhu Fujingguang also said something similar to Wawa.
Mo Shiyu lowered his eyes and was silent for a while. Suddenly, he raised the corners of his lips, bent his body, and took a step closer to the dining table. His fascinating smoky gray eyes raised upwards, and he looked into the warm purple eyes at a close distance, his voice hoarse.
"Officer, with your words, I'm willing to do this even if my hand is broken."
Kenji Hagiwara looked at the eyes so close to him, and his pupils contracted slightly.
Mo Shiyu packed up the takeaway box, held it in his hand, stood up, put on his shoes at the entrance, and glanced at them before leaving, his tone very light.
"Please come and get me out if you can."
"Thank you for the treat."
The door was closed gently.
This time Matsuda Jinpei didn't stop him because it was obvious that he couldn't get anything out of him.
but……
"When this guy isn't pretending to be innocent, his true personality is quite spicy."
The black curly-haired police officer touched his chin silently, turned his head to look at You Xunran, and narrowed his eyes silently.
"...Hagi. Aren't you known as a love saint? Why are your ears red?"
Hagiwara Kenji looked back at him, rubbed his ears, tilted his head back, and sighed, "Little Fish... His rank is not low either."
***
After leaving the two police officers' residence, Mo Shiyu breathed a sigh of relief.
At least the organization was not exposed.
He checked his phone and saw it was already the next morning.
Today is the day of enrollment.
Mo Shiyu identified the direction, hailed a taxi, and told the driver the name of the hotel where he was staying. After arriving at his residence, he changed out of his black clothes and put on the clothes that Hagiwara Kenji had picked out for him in the mall.
Then he struggled to comb his hair into the high ponytail that Vermouth had taught him.
This rubber band was given to him by Vermouth. Mo Shiyu looked at himself in the mirror for a long time and nodded with satisfaction.
Today no one can stop him from going to college and getting a diploma!
Mo Shiyu's car was in the hotel's underground garage, so he simply drove to school himself.
Generally, new students have to arrive at school two or three days in advance, especially international students. The school specially arranges senior sophomores and juniors to serve as instructors for them, who will take them to get textbooks, visit the school, etc.
Unfortunately, this was yesterday's itinerary and Mo Shiyu was unable to make it.
He had just added his senior on SNS yesterday, but the aftermath of the restaurant bombing had left him devastated. Adding to everything that had happened since, he hadn't been able to send a single message. The senior was left alone on SNS, lost and asking, "Hello? Junior? Moximoxi?"
Today, Mo Shiyu woke up and apologized to his senior and explained the situation.
The senior student was probably an old Tokyo resident. He understood and said that there was nothing he could do about the case. He also enthusiastically told him that his department would organize a new tour today and he could follow this group of students to visit the school.
Mo Shiyu naturally thanked him.
Senior: "Don't worry, based on my experience, ordinary people generally don't encounter two cases in a row. Since you encountered one yesterday, you should be safe today."
Mo Shiyu: “…Is that so.”
What a strange experience.
Once you experience it again, you will be safe for a while. Are you Tokyo people playing Final Destination?
Mo Shiyu arrived at the place according to the instructions of his senior.
Most of the people who visited the school yesterday were international students, but today most of the people who came were local people who spoke Japanese.
Fortunately, Mo Shiyu speaks Japanese fluently and is not afraid of communication at all.
He first took the textbook.
There were a lot of general education courses in my freshman year, and Mo Shiyu started getting a headache just looking at textbooks like linear algebra and probability theory. Anyway, he stuffed them all into his bag.
April is the season when cherry blossoms are in full bloom. The paths in the school are filled with flying cherry blossoms, giving you the feeling of walking into an anime.
When the senior student in the book distribution room saw Mo Shiyu, her eyes lit up. She gave Mo Shiyu two linear algebra books without him noticing. "Junior, what's your major?"
Mo Shiyu resolutely returned the linear algebra book, raised his eyes and smiled, "Mechanical Engineering."
Several senior students nodded, their eyes shining as they said, "Junior, we are from the same department. If you have any questions in the future, feel free to come to us."
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