Chapter 3140 3152 [Vodka's Escape from Life and Death] Ask for a monthly ticket ()
The technicians didn't know how they found the target, and Inspector Yokomizo didn't know either. But it didn't matter, as a detective, all he needed was the result.
Soon, a line of police cars took off their sirens and quietly headed towards the commercial street.
…
"For about a few minutes, we can see Eri Kisaki walking alone with the murderer. Before that, many police officers and Curacao walked in the same direction."
Vodka looked at the surveillance cameras like a scholar, staring in deep thought: "So what happened in these few minutes?"
He took a sip of coffee, rolled up his sleeves, and was about to show his skills and develop his ingenious speculation based on his understanding of Uzo... But at this moment, his cell phone buzzed and an email came in.
The sudden vibration startled Vodka, who was concentrating on the screen. He came to his senses and said, "Who is it? Looking for me in the middle of the night, how tactless..."
Having said that, as an innocent cadre travelling alone near Uzo, he could not afford to miss any information that came to his hand.
"Could it be that the guy noticed that I was nearby and sent me an email to say hello?"
When he took out his phone, this thought flashed through his mind briefly, but was quickly shaken out of his mind by the vodka: "No, no, no, I always keep such a long distance. If he can find me even with this, then why am I staring at him? - I will book a ticket and flee back to Tokyo right then and there, stick to Big Brother and never leave!"
While muttering to himself, he turned on the screen.
Then I breathed a sigh of relief.
——Fortunately, the most feared thing did not happen. The person who sent the email was not Uzo, but Curacao.
"Wait, that's not right. Curacao is right next to Uzo. What good can come of her looking for me now?" He felt relieved for just a few seconds before he suddenly realized that although this was not the worst, it was obviously not a good thing either.
Thinking of this, Vodka opened the email suspiciously.
The next moment, two short lines of words appeared before his eyes:
[10 small black coins for important information concerning your life, want it?]
There was even a GIF attached below, with the countdown jumping down from 60 seconds, the numbers jumping and flashing blood-red light.
"Puff - cough cough cough!" Vodka just took a sip of coffee and choked it all out at once. He was first shocked by the big mouthful of the Curacao lion, and then he realized - what kind of information could make that woman ask for so much?
"It's about my life..." Vodka stood up suddenly, as if facing a great enemy, "Uzo found me?! Impossible, he was clearly at the crime scene!"
As he was thinking, Vodka had already strode to the window. He pressed himself against the wall, took out the observation mirror he carried with him, and quietly passed it through the gap in the curtains to observe the situation outside.
This is the most prosperous commercial district nearby. Even late at night, there is still a lot of traffic downstairs and the laughter of tourists.
However, under this peaceful and harmonious appearance, Vodka's eyes focused and he suddenly noticed several cars parked on the street and a group of people getting out of the cars.
“…”
Why are the police here?! Who are they targeting? Could it be...
Suddenly, Vodka realized something, turned around abruptly, and looked at the computer that was emitting faint fluorescent light, his eyes as if he was looking at a ghost.
He strode over and quickly typed a series of keys. The computer screen suddenly refreshed to black and white. The characters kept scrolling, deleting all traces in the machine.
While staring at it, Vodka swept his used cups, chopsticks, toiletries into his backpack and threw his luggage in as well.
When he finished cleaning up the room at a speed that even elite logistics personnel could not match, the computer had gone silent. Vodka grabbed it and stuffed it into his bag. Then he came to the closet with a large backpack on his back and opened the door, revealing an employee passage behind it.
"Fortunately, I was vigilant enough. From selecting the site to taking action, I never relaxed for a moment. My schedule was also synchronized: if Wu Zuo didn't sleep, I wouldn't sleep. If Wu Zuo did sleep, I would stay up for two hours... Otherwise, I would probably have been shot on the way to the police station tonight."
Hearing the knock on the door behind him, Vodka broke out in a cold sweat, covered his pounding heart, and ran away in a panic, with question marks flooding his mind.
——What exactly happened?
Why did the police suddenly come to my door?
Speaking of which, I haven't experienced the feeling of being chased by the police for a long time since I became "Detective Assistant Mr. Yamada"...
…
Not long after, a fake assistant walked across the rooftop and jumped to the next building, then slipped out from the fire escape that had been planned long ago and quietly blended into the crowd.
"Fortunately, I chose to live in the commercial district. If I lived in a residential building, it would be so quiet in the middle of the night and I would be the only one running away with my bag... wouldn't that be the end of me!"
Although the original intention of choosing the location was that it was more likely for murders to occur in residential buildings, this anti-Uzo countermeasure was finally put to use.
After a tense run, Vodka breathed a sigh of relief when he was sure he had escaped. Only then did he have time to wipe the cold sweat from his forehead and concentrate on reviewing the situation.
“Although in the final analysis, this is definitely Uzo’s work, but there must be some logic to Uzo’s script… What is going on?”
"First of all, as a fair and just detective, he would definitely not let the police arrest me for no reason. So there must be another reason, a reason that connects me to that place and allows Uzo to mobilize the police openly..."
Following this line of thought, Vodka suddenly understood something: "The hidden camera installed at the crime scene!"
"It wouldn't be difficult for the police to discover it - all they have to do is for Uzo to know about it and mention it casually."
"But what's wrong is that the cops followed it and found me while I was watching the live broadcast?... With my level of skill, I didn't even notice it. Is there such a person hidden among Izu's technical police?"
Thinking about the stupid police in Tokyo and the thrilling scene just now, the cold sweat that Vodka had just wiped off appeared again: away operations are really difficult. From this point of view, leaving Tokyo is sometimes not a good thing.
"In addition, the most worthy of reflection is the choice I made at that time." Vodka slapped himself in regret:
"I was actually curious about what that dead woman did after she moved Wuzo away, so I went to peek at the surveillance in that room... Why didn't I think about why such an important thing 'happened' to appear at the crime scene? - There is only one answer, that was the prop Wuzo had prepared!"
(End of this chapter)
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