One o'clock in the morning.
For people who love nightlife, this is the time when they can be active in the world.
But for those conservative early risers, they have already fallen into a warm dream at this time.
A BMW R1200C motorcycle was parked in the woods five kilometers away from the villa in the mountains on the outskirts of Tokyo. It was Fujiwara Yu's favorite motorcycle, and the person sitting on it was actually him.
In order to avoid being noticed by the organization and Itakura Taku himself, he deliberately rode a motorcycle here, which also caused him to be in a shivering stage - it was the middle of the night in the mountains, and it was January. It would be strange not to shiver when standing outdoors in sub-zero weather.
He has been staying here since he got off work at the Metropolitan Police Department. I never thought that this guy Itakura Taku has not contacted any members of the organization at all. Isn't the time for contact today?
Just as Fujiwara Yu was about to come back tomorrow, a deep sigh suddenly came from his earphones. It was Itakura Taku's voice. He immediately held the earphones with one hand to ensure that he could hear clearly, but after that, there was no sound again.
Are you hesitating?
But Itakura Taku didn't hesitate for long. He finally took out his cell phone and dialed a number.
After the call was connected, a woman's voice came from the other end. Her tone was very condescending. It seemed that she was someone with a high status in the organization, at least higher than Scotland and Tequila.
Fujiwara Yu frowned slightly, and a face appeared in his mind, a female member associated with the organization. For some reason, he thought of the guy codenamed Vermouth.
——"Mr. Itakura, I was planning to use some strong measures, but it seems that it is not necessary."
There was a hint of laughter in the woman's voice, but this laughter was full of evil and mockery, as if she was teasing Itakura Taku with words.
Judging from the information provided by Zhu Fujingguang, Itakura Taku had been suffering from mental torture for nearly a year. If this method is not considered tough, then I really don’t know what is tough.
——"...What exactly do you want me to do?"
It's inevitable that Itakura Taku's tone was a little hurried. His mental state had been very bad in the past year. Long-term insomnia and mental tension had made him look haggard. He was worried that one day he would die from this inhuman torture, so he mustered up the courage to make this call.
He didn't want to die yet, not at all.
——"Within a year, produce the software you developed earlier and we will buy it for a high price."
The woman's attitude was extremely arrogant, like a commander giving orders to subordinates, not at all like entrusting cooperation.
Software? High-priced acquisitions? What kind of software would organizations target?
The information from Morufushi Kagemitsu also mentioned that the organization had commissioned Itakura Taku to develop software, but the details were unknown. This reminded Fujiwara Yuu of Vermouth who appeared at the Schindler & Co. dinner. Was she also planning to commission Schindler & Co. to develop similar software?
"Within a year? My eyesight has deteriorated. In a year, I can't even..."
Itakura Taku did not want to redevelop the software. Firstly, his eyesight was not good enough to complete it. Secondly, the software should not have been produced. If it was used by someone, it would be a huge blow to all mankind.
For the sake of all mankind, he tried to use his eyesight as an excuse to delay time as long as possible.
However, the other party did not give him any way to delay and his attitude was very tough.
"Mr. Itakura, if you don't see the software within a year, you'll be thrown into the recycle bin. I don't think Mr. Itakura wants to become a pile of data, especially data that needs to be cleaned up."
Itakura Taku couldn't help but be stunned. This was no longer cooperation, it was a threat.
Whether you choose to refuse to cooperate or fail to complete the software within the specified time, you will die.
Fujiwara Yu, who eavesdropped on the content, raised his eyebrows. It seemed that this software was very important to the organization. The time limit was within one year, which also showed that the organization was in urgent need of this software.
Why are you in such a hurry? Is there something you're hiding?
——"I, I will try my best to complete it... I will finish it within the specified time."
Itakura Taku replied through gritted teeth that he had no choice and he didn't want to die yet.
"Humanity will unleash its infinite potential in the face of life-threatening situations. I believe in Mr. Itakura's abilities. Next time we contact, please email. I'll have someone give you the address."
When faced with death, humans always grasp at every possibility of being saved.
After saying this, the woman hung up the phone without giving Itakura Taku any chance to ask further questions.
Fujiwara Yu was not interested in listening to the sound of Itakura Taku smashing things in anger after hanging up the phone. He silently took off his headphones and put them in his pocket. It seemed that they would not contact each other by phone next time. If he wanted to know more about their transaction, he could only sneak into the villa to find out.
He pulled out the key of the motorcycle, crouched down and walked quickly towards Itakura Taku's villa. Using the information provided by Zhu Fujingguang, he easily bypassed the range of all surveillance cameras, climbed up to the second-floor balcony and directly entered the study.
To ensure that he left no traces, he put on shoe covers before entering the house.
After Fujiwara Yu easily cracked the computer's password using the cracking software he designed, he implanted a set of viruses into it. These viruses did not harm the computer itself, but would send records to another computer every time the user used it, which was a disguised form of remote monitoring.
After completing this step, in order to leave no traces of use, he deliberately put all the moved items back to their original positions, and only climbed out the window and left after making sure there were no problems.
He got back on his motorcycle and before starting it, he thought about what he had just done and couldn't help but smile bitterly.
It's really hard to describe how a policeman lives like a thief every day.
He rode a motorcycle out of the suburbs and back to downtown Tokyo. After returning to the Beido Zunhao Hotel, he did not rush to wash up and rest. Instead, he took out his mobile phone and called Yinsen Hondo.
"Claire, why did you call me suddenly?" Yinsen Bentang's voice was a little sleepy, and his thick nasal tone showed that he had just woken up. It seemed that he was woken up by the phone call.
Fujiwara Yuu didn't expect Yinsen Hondou to still be asleep at this hour. It seemed the bar was open very late last night. He said apologetically:
"I'm sorry to bother you. But I have something I'd like you to investigate. I want you to check out Itakura Taku's connections in the United States. I remember he worked there for a while as a CG special effects artist."
"Itakura Taku? Yeah, I get it."
"Then I won't disturb your rest. Sweet dreams."
"Yeah, you too."
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