The rain outside the window keeps falling, and it's getting heavier.
Judy drove the car steadily towards the destination mentioned by Shuichi Akai. She was aware of the mission that Shuichi was responsible for today, and even most of the clues about that woman were provided by her.
The car slowly stopped by the street. Shuichi Akai, who had already checked his gun and bullets, opened the door and prepared to leave. Little did he know that a caring word came from behind him, which surprised him.
"Be careful when dealing with organizations. They are tougher than you think."
Fujiwara Yu folded his arms across his chest with his eyes closed, looking as if he was resting. He did not directly tell Akai Shuichi that the silver-haired killer might be Sharon Wynyard in disguise, and a roundabout way would not be considered helping.
It was because he got a free ride. He didn't like owing favors to anyone, especially the FBI.
"Oh, I'll be careful."
After the car door closed, the car fell into silence again.
Judy Stelling, who was in charge of driving, tried to speak up to break the silence several times, but from her observation, Claire did not seem to want to communicate with her, so she had to swallow her questions back into her stomach... She really wanted to know the clues Claire had obtained.
Although Fujiwara Yu was looking out the window with his head tilted, he was always observing Judy out of the corner of his eyes. He knew that there was a mole planted inside the CIA, so what about the FBI?
He couldn't even fully trust his own people, so he naturally had to be wary when facing the unfamiliar FBI.
After all, he really couldn't understand why Shuichi Akai brought him to their apartment building. That should be a very private space... Was he very familiar with him?
When Fujiwara Yu recalled his interactions with Akai Shuichi, he seemed to have never given him a good look. Either his face was expressionless, or he spoke in a sarcastic and unforgiving tone.
It's impossible that Shuichi Akai will fall for this, right?
The vehicle was heading towards the golden area of downtown New York City. Before entering the underground garage, Fujiwara Yuu supported his head with one hand and looked at the towering apartment building in front of him. He couldn't help but feel that one of the two people must be a rich second generation.
You have to know that the income of FBI investigators is not very high. Anyway... it is absolutely impossible to let them live in such an apartment.
After Judy Stelling parked the car skillfully, she turned her head and reminded him before unfastening her seat belt:
"Mr. Clare, please follow me."
"Um."
Fujiwara Yu controlled his pace as he walked, ensuring that he was diagonally behind Judy. This distance was safer, and even if the other party wanted to do something to him, he could fight back in time.
But after stepping into the elevator and seeing the floor she pressed, he couldn't help but frown. Who would have thought that these two people actually bought a top floor? Now, no matter how fast the elevator went up, it would take a while.
After the elevator door closed, Judy Stelling turned her head to ask Claire if he had eaten dinner, but she saw that he had his eyes closed and was resting. Didn't he want to disturb him?
She didn't quite understand Claire's hostility towards her, as if his attitude towards her was even worse than his towards Xiu.
If Fujiwara Yuu knew what Judy was thinking, he would definitely burst out laughing. He was not resting with his eyes closed. If he opened his eyes, he would probably fall down in the elevator and go straight to the nearest hospital.
He had previously tried to overcome his fear by force, but the results were not satisfactory.
At best, he felt dizzy, sweating, and had no strength at all. At worst, the world was spinning so fast that he felt like retching. The most serious time was when he fainted in the elevator. If Yinsen Bentang had not been specifically asked to guard outside, he would have died of shock.
It was after that incident that Yinsen Bentang forbade himself to use this method to overcome the disease, so now every time he enters the elevator, he will close his eyes honestly to avoid unnecessary trouble.
With the "ding" sound of the elevator arriving, Fujiwara Yu opened his eyes after seeing the light in front of him. As he walked out, he noticed that Judy's expression was a little strange. Judging from the wrinkles between her eyebrows, she was not in a good mood.
Her mood changed so much just by taking the elevator. The only one who caused this change... was herself.
Fujiwara Yu touched the tip of his nose slightly embarrassedly. He realized that the other party had misunderstood him, but he had no way of reporting his "weakness" to her. After hesitating for a moment, he chose to pretend that he had not noticed it for the time being.
Anyway, my reputation in the FBI is definitely bad, so it doesn't matter if it gets even worse.
"Come in, Mr. Krell."
Judy's words were obviously very polite, but from her expression and tone, it sounded more like she was saying "get out" again.
Fujiwara Yu nodded at her, bent down to change into slippers, and looked at the decoration inside the apartment. It must be said that the warm color style does give people a warm feeling.
Even... there is a very lethal photo of the two of them placed on the shoe cabinet.
He stared at Shuichi Akai kissing Judy's neck in the photo, his ears turned red, and he cursed in his heart again: He is worthy of being an American, putting this kind of "weapon" at his doorstep to indiscriminately attack guests.
Judy wanted to maintain a cool demeanor, but after noticing someone blushing just by glancing at the photo, she pursed her lips tightly to prevent her hidden laughter from leaking out.
"Mr. Clare, I haven't had dinner yet. I'm going to make some creamy carbonara. Would you like some?"
"Hmm? Oh, sure, thank you."
Fujiwara Yu looked at Judy's back as she walked into the kitchen humming a song, and couldn't help but tilt his head to reveal confusion. How could Judy, who was obviously very dissatisfied with him the previous second, become in such a good mood?
Women's minds are indeed complicated and difficult to understand.
He had no intention of visiting the apartment and wanted to help in the kitchen, but when he realized that he couldn't help with a simple dish like pasta, he went straight to the living room, found a sofa to sit on, and took out his phone to send an email.
The content of the email simply asked whether Yinsen Bentang had successfully recovered the vehicle.
After receiving the reply, Fujiwara Yu put his phone in his pocket. He moved his body to lie on the sofa in a more comfortable position, and suddenly he felt as if his butt was sitting on something.
He reached behind him and pulled out a square object that looked like a portable wet wipe.
durex.
Hmm? I seem to have heard of this brand somewhere.
Fujiwara Yu held his chin and looked carefully at the thing in his hand that looked like a portable wet wipe. After thinking about it, he came to a surprising answer. He wanted to put the thing back to its place, but he didn't expect that at this time, footsteps would be heard behind him.
The footsteps could only be those of Investigator Judy. If she saw the thing in his hand, the already awkward atmosphere of being alone would become even more subtle...With no better way, Fujiwara Yu had to hurriedly stuff the thing into his trouser pocket, like a student who was caught daydreaming in class and suddenly jumped up from the sofa.
“!
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This action scared Judy, who was holding the kitchen knife, so much that she almost couldn't hold the knife steadily.
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