"Hey, Hagi, why don't you think he came to see us after returning to Japan? This brat is not trying to distance himself from us... from us police officers." When Matsuda Jinpei said this, he didn't know what expression was on his face. He only knew that the baby fish rice ball had a bloody smell, probably because he brushed his teeth too hard and his gums were bleeding.
Akihara Kenji paused as he unwrapped the sandwich. After a few seconds of silence, his tone softened.
"Xiao Zhenping, even if you don't have much confidence in our friendship, you should believe that he won't choose to stand against the police, right? There's no way he would draw a clear line between himself and the police."
Matsuda Jinpei responded sullenly. He knew that Fujiwara Yuu would not be that kind of person, but he still couldn't forgive Fujiwara for leaving without saying goodbye. He had to at least tell his friends about it. He wondered if they would be worried.
Speaking of this, it reminded him of the other two guys who disappeared without a word. Fortunately, he met them last year and finally found out that they had not been in contact because they were doing undercover work.
——"Have you seen Fuji over there?"
Jinpei Matsuda recalled the question he had asked at that time.
——"No, I don't know where he went...even his information was erased."
In theory, the information will not be erased, even if you have resigned.
So where the hell have you been, Fuji?
At least contact us.
"At least little Fujiwara is still alive, isn't he?" Akihara Kenji knew what his young son Tameran was thinking. He swallowed the sandwich in his mouth, seemed to remember something, and picked up his phone: "We have to tell those two this news."
Although they can't reply to emails, they can view the content they occasionally send.
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1-12-7, Beido-machi, Tokyo.
Since the mission target, Itakura Taku, had returned to Tokyo, Morobushi Keimitsu had also returned to the Tokyo safe house three days ago. Furthermore, since Lai Yin had left the organization, the apartment had a lot more space, making it seem quite spacious.
In addition, since there were no outsiders present, he and Zero could stay more comfortably in the safe house. At least it was a good place to relax their tense emotions.
bite.
The sound of email being delivered came from the phone.
Morofushi Keimitsu, who was making breakfast, flipped the fried egg in the pan with a spatula, and used his free hand to take out the mobile phone stuffed in the back pocket of his jeans. When he saw that the email address was Kenji Akihara's, a hint of surprise flashed in his eyes.
He didn't rush to read it. Instead, he fried the egg and put it on the plate before checking the contents.
[Akihara Kenji: Little Fujiwara has returned to Japan, and he's still alive.]
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Zhu Fushigami was silent for a long time after reading the email. He quickly deleted the email and walked straight to the door of Furuya Ling's room. He rushed in without knocking. Before Furuya Ling, who had been awakened in bed, could open his eyes, he leaned over and asked:
"Zero, didn't we tell them about Fujiwara?"
Having just woken up, Furuya Rei's mind was still fuzzy. He struggled to process what Jingguang meant. He hesitated for a long time before shaking his head. The two of them had indeed not disclosed Fujiwara Yu's information to anyone.
"Then let's pretend we don't know, otherwise we'll die miserably."
“…Second.”
As for Fujiwara encountering Matsuda and the others in the future, well, that's Fujiwara's business.
It has nothing to do with them being “innocent and well-behaved”.
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