Chapter 2555 2567 [Akai Shuichi: Where is my gun? ]
While the organization members were dealing with the follow-up.
On the other side, the FBI is also busy.
Judy completed the statement skillfully and left the Metropolitan Police Department.
After thinking for a while, she dialed her immediate superior James and reported to him the general situation of the day.
"I already know that."
In a forest, James stepped on the dead leaves, holding his phone, and sighed silently: "We are still too naive. Although we have decided not to pursue Uzo and focus on Vermouth, it seems that the other party does not want to turn the page easily. Your experience today is really a matter of life and death."
Judy scratched her head embarrassedly when she heard this. "I didn't help much just now, and I survived in a daze. Come to think of it, I always feel that the other party seems to be targeting Shuichi more than me. Maybe I disguised my identity as a foreign teacher well, and those guys haven't found the problem yet?"
James: "..." You are quite optimistic. Not long ago, someone was frightened by the sound of sirens.
He twirled his pale beard and earnestly warned: "Don't be careless, be prepared for the worst."
"Okay." Judy suddenly remembered something and her expression became serious. "By the way, how is Shuichi doing? I remember he climbed over the guardrail halfway and went into the deep woods on the side of the road. The boss of Jiangxia Detective Agency was chasing him for some reason. But with Shuichi's skills, he must have managed to escape."
"Of course, it's just..." James responded, feeling pleased with the skills of his FBI ace. However, thinking of another incident related to it, his emotions quietly became complicated.
On the other end of the phone, Judy keenly heard the clues, and her heart tightened: "Just what? What happened?"
James pinched his forehead with a headache: "We are looking for Xiuyi's gun."
"?" Judy was silent for a moment, "...what happened?"
James didn't answer, but just glanced at Shuichi Akai next to him.
Akai Shuichi sighed.
He actually had some guesses about Toru Amuro's true identity, and this forest was not a real jungle, but was surrounded by roads on all sides. If Toru Amuro used the name of the police to mobilize enough people to block this place, then he, an outsider FBI, would not be able to take action against those innocent public officials. But if he didn't do it hard enough, he might be dragged here.
So after thinking it over, when he was briefly out of Bourbon's sight, Shuichi Akai hid the contraband item on him - his pistol - in the woods.
In this way, even if he was stopped by the police, he would just be an innocent citizen who was forced to be involved in the bus bombing. After that, he just had to wait until the incident was over and then go back to take the gun away, and everything would be solved smoothly.
…It was supposed to be like this.
But in reality, the situation was not the same as he expected: first of all, for some reason, Toru Amuro seemed to be short of manpower, and was far from being able to surround him, allowing him to leave here very smoothly.
When the matter was over and he and his companions returned to get the gun, another unexpected situation occurred.
——The gun is missing.
"Are you sure you stuffed it into the dead leaves around here?" James was rummaging through a pile of leaves with a rake in his hand. "I didn't see it..."
Akai Shuichi also held a similar rake and said calmly, "Perhaps the mountain wind has changed the shape of the pile of dead leaves. Let's look carefully again."
"But it really didn't... huh?" James paused, his face slightly happy - the rake in his hand hit something hard with a click.
"I hope it's not a rock..."
While praying silently, he squatted down, found the right position, and turned over the dead leaves to reveal the hard object.
After a careful look, James fell silent: The good news is that it is not a stone as he wished. But the bad news...
"Where did the iron box come from? It looks quite new, probably just bought." James picked up the box with his gloved hands and brushed off the dust. After observing it for a moment, he looked at Akai Shuichi inquiringly, "Open it and take a look?"
"Wait." Akai Shuichi reached out and took the iron box. He originally wanted to check whether there was a bomb inside or whether it was a trap left by someone. However, as soon as he took it in, he had a conclusion in his mind - this iron box was so light and fluttery, and it seemed like there was nothing inside.
After thinking about it, Shuichi Akai walked around his companions and came to the downwind side, stretched out his arms, and carefully opened the iron box.
Fortunately, there was no poison gas inside, nor any poison needles ready to go off. There was only a postcard lying quietly at the bottom of the box.
“…”
Shuichi Akai stretched out his hand and slowly took out the postcard under the curious and vigilant gaze of his colleagues.
There were a few brisk words written on it:
[Thank you for your gift, I am very satisfied]
James: “…”
Akai Shuichi: "..."
He touched the card with his fingertips and suddenly felt something was wrong. Soon, Akai Shuichi moved his fingertips slightly and turned the postcard made of special material over.
The view was all scarlet, and on the back of the postcard was a hand-painted oil painting - the entire picture was filled with flames, and the red flames were burning fiercely, as if fueled by blood. They surrounded and licked a dilapidated bus, and there were several distorted human figures in the car.
I don't know if it was intentional or an illusion, but when Akai Hideo looked closely, he always felt that the figure in the C position who was burned the most severely seemed to be wearing a black hat on his head.
Akai Shuichi: "..."
This weird, strange and impactful painting style quickly made a name pop up in his mind - Kobayashi Seiji.
The oil painting on the postcard has dried, which means that the painting was done long ago: at the Teitan Junior High School Festival not long ago, the painter sketched the scene of him taking poison and dying. And this time, this guy even drew the scene of the bus explosion in advance.
...There's no doubt about it, there's definitely something wrong with this person.
But what is more problematic is that Uzo did not hide this fact at all, but sent the painter to the FBI in such a fair and open manner.
It is so blatant and so arrogant that it is hard to think of any other possibility except "bait".
"This..." James originally thought that there was a certain element of surprise in what happened today, but when he suddenly saw this painting, he felt the hairs on his back stand up.
After being speechless for a moment, he instinctively looked at his own ace: "What on earth is going on?!"
Akai Shuichi frowned and studied the business card in his hand for a while, then threw it back into the iron box: "When you were investigating Vermouth these days, I focused on checking this painter... but unfortunately, I haven't been able to find any information about Uzo for the time being."
(End of this chapter)
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