Do the numbers represent age?
Kenji Akihara hesitated for a moment. He vaguely guessed how the criminal gang got customers to "buy", but when he came to this conclusion, he really couldn't believe that this was the fact.
He pulled the corners of his mouth, trying to smile as usual, but when he asked the question, he found that he couldn't smile at all:
"Age? Takashi, don't be ridiculous. How old is someone born in 1840 now? There's no chance of them even being alive, let alone being forced into this kind of industry."
"Hagi, your expression has betrayed your inner thoughts... that's what you think."
Jinpei Matsuda held the cigarette box in his hand in annoyance. If the mastermind had not been caught yet, he really wanted to be willful and smash the Beika Art Museum. Even if he didn't smash it down, he would beat up those guys who were still selecting "merchandise" in the venue and receiving these beasts to vent his anger.
Akihara Kenji paused, his eyes lowered as Matsuda's words echoed in his mind. He said it was just as I thought? Adding up the numbers representing the painter's age, the number he got was—
13 years old.
Ha, 13 years old, still 7 years away from adulthood, still just a child.
This pure and flawless treasure will definitely satisfy you even before the first time.
Thinking of what the security guard in charge of sales said, Akihara Kenji felt uncomfortable in his stomach. He resisted the urge to retch, clenched his fists and placed them flat on his knees. The facial features on his handsome face became a little ferocious because of his endurance.
Fujiwara Yuu was already shocked when he learned about the transaction method. As a "veteran", he reached out and patted Akihara's shoulders twice as a comfort. He picked up the room card of the Beika Hotel and looked at the room number marked in the lower right corner:
"All we can do now is rescue this girl. I'll have Yin Da apply for a search warrant. With Okamoto Kohei's testimony, I think the application process should go smoothly."
"Well, let's go to the Rice Flower Hotel first."
"I'll go with you." Akihara Kenji originally wanted to go home and rest after helping, but in this mood, he couldn't even think about sleeping. Even if he closed his eyes to rest, his chest was filled with negative emotions. He had to participate in this case to the end and get a good conclusion before he could feel at ease.
"Okay." Fujiwara Yu adjusted his headset and prepared to have Takagi and Sato leave. But then he noticed on the monitor that the security guard approached Miyano Akemi, who was admiring the painting. His face darkened, and he said, "Takagi, Sato, find a way to stop the security guards from talking to... female visitors. They might use this to trick victims into falling for them."
Sato Miwako glanced vaguely at the pretty girl who was being approached. Before she could figure out how to deal with this matter naturally, she was pulled away by Takagi.
Takagi Wataru reacted quickly. He smiled and pulled Sato Miwako in front of the painting. He looked at the security guard sheepishly, took out his phone, and asked politely:
"Well, today is my girlfriend and I'm going on our first date. I want to take a picture as a souvenir. Could you help me?"
Miyano Akemi had been trying to get rid of the security guard who had suddenly approached her, but she hadn't expected someone to show up to help her out. She smiled, took the phone, and once again rejected the security guard's invitation:
"Let me help you take the photo. Um, I won't consider what happened just now. Please find someone else."
"Okay, then I won't disturb the young lady's visit."
Miyano Akemi took out her cell phone and took a serious photo of the two of them. She noticed that in the picture, the girl took the boy's arm more actively, but the boy's expression was obviously panicked, and his body looked very stiff.
They didn't look like a couple, she concluded.
Although Miyano Akemi didn't know why the two people in front of her were pretending to be a couple, she still helped them take a photo together. When she handed the phone back, she didn't forget to thank them:
"Thank you for helping me out just now. I'll be leaving now."
Takagi Wataru felt a little strange when he heard this. He leaned over to Sato Miwako's ear and whispered:
"Officer Sato, have we been discovered?"
"Probably. This girl is quite perceptive... Come on, we should retreat."
Jinpei Matsuda and Kenji Akihara, who were sitting in the car, looked at Fujiwara Yu with strange expressions. They always felt that something was wrong. Wasn't his tone a little too urgent? And there was a mysterious pause before he said "female visitors". Why did he pause? Did he almost blurt out a girl's name?
The childhood sweethearts exchanged glances secretly, and saw the flames of gossip in each other's eyes.
But now is not the time for gossip. They plan to wait until the case is over before "torturing" Fujiwara.
Fujiwara Yuu didn't know what the people around him were thinking. He pushed open the car door and found that the two people didn't respond. He raised an eyebrow and said:
"Are your two butts glued to the seats? If you don't want to leave, I'll go by myself."
Hearing this, the two men hurriedly pushed the door and got out of the car, returning to the silver-gray Koenigsegg Gemera parked next to them. Before getting in, Kenji Akihara stared at the car for a long time with admiring eyes. If you didn't know, you would think that this car was his wife who had registered her marriage to him.
Fujiwara Yuu knew that Akihara liked cars, so before leaving, he smiled and told the other person what was in his heart:
"If you want me to lend it to you, you must agree to one condition."
"What conditions?"
"Drive safely and don't speed. If you meet these conditions, I'll lend it to you."
"no problem!"
Kenji Akihara readily agreed to this absolutely fair condition. Besides, he was a police officer on duty, so how could he possibly do something like speeding... Well, of course, speeding was reasonable when chasing criminals.
Fujiwara Yu drove to the Beika Hotel. When he arrived at the hotel's underground parking garage, he did not rush to the room written on the room card. Instead, he sat in the car and waited patiently for Yin Dahang's call.
Nearly twenty minutes later, Yin Dahang's call finally came.
"Hey, Yingsi, I've got the search warrant. Should we send someone directly to the art museum now?"
Yin Dahang's voice sounded a little breathless, probably because he was running all the way to save time.
Fujiwara Yuu winked at the two people in the car and replied as he got out:
"Well, remember to apply for a SAT transfer. They've been able to run this business for so long without being noticed, they must have used dirty tricks to threaten those girls... The criminals probably have guns, so be careful when you act."
"I'll be careful. You guys should also be careful over there. Don't let it be a trap."
"Please, don't be such a pessimist, okay? I'm ready to go up here, so I'll hang up first."
"Um."
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