Chapter 3538-3550 [Gin's Poisoning Plan]
One minute ago.
Although the sushi restaurant where they were to meet, as well as several shops in the building, were actually owned by the organization, Gin, being so vigilant, certainly wouldn't feel safe because of that.
Therefore, as is customary, he arrived at the vicinity half an hour early. Instead of going to the pre-arranged location, he went to the observation point next door to check for any potential dangers.
Looking around, everything seemed normal. The only thing that seemed "dangerous" was a familiar figure sitting by the window in the second-floor coffee shop.
"..."
After a moment of silence, Gin followed his gaze and looked down at the street. He looked around carefully but didn't find any potential dangers.
He then looked up again and gazed at the coffee shop. There, at Uzo's table, stood a young, unassuming high school girl.
The high school girl put down a plate of cookies, her face flushed, and said a few words. Then Uzo naturally picked up a cookie and put it in his mouth.
Gin: "..."
Despite living amidst various cases every day and even personally handling numerous poisoning cases, this guy still seems completely unsuspecting when it comes to the food he eats.
"He relied on his ability to judge people and was overconfident in his own judgment."
Gin concluded with dissatisfaction, while secretly thinking: I should really find someone to pretend to be a fan and let Uzo fall for it once, then let's see if he dares to accept things randomly.
As a lawless outlaw with exceptional action capabilities, the moment this thought crossed his mind, Gin habitually began to organize various operational details.
So the question arises: who should we ask to complete this task?
Those useless peripheral members wouldn't get anything done; they'd only become examples that made Uzo more confident.
As for the cadres… those who know Uzo’s true identity are probably unwilling to take on this unprofitable mission. And those who don’t might easily mistake “Jiang Xia” for the organization’s target. At that point, with a little instigation from some people, this small lesson might turn into a charge of “inciting infighting among the organization’s cadres.”
...And ultimately, given Uzo's keen senses, would he really not notice if an organization leader maliciously poisoned him?
After much thought, the only candidate with even a sliver of a chance of success seems to be the "Thousand-Faced Witch."
But then I think of that riddle-solving colleague in his shabby clothes…
Gin lit a cigarette and clicked his tongue: Vermouth's pretense is probably useless in front of Uzo, otherwise how could she have ended up in such a miserable state the night before last?
“Direct poisoning is a difficult route to take.” Gin then changed his approach:
"Compared to bribing an ordinary person to poison him..."
"No, that won't work either. With the psychological qualities of an ordinary person, they would definitely show tension and unnaturalness when doing this kind of thing. Such subtle differences would be as obvious as an abnormal label on Uzo's head."
"Generally speaking, the most successful method is to poison the food when ordinary people are preparing to deliver it to Uzo."
"Also... if I remember correctly, today's meeting place is that sushi restaurant."
Recalling how Uzo had unceremoniously picked through the sushi on previous visits, Gin's lips curled into a silent, cold smile.
"You look like you're up to something." Just as I was laughing, a voice suddenly came from behind me.
Gin looked up abruptly, his finger gripping the trigger of the pistol in his pocket. At the same time, he saw a familiar face reflected in the floor-to-ceiling window.
—Just a few minutes later, the guy sitting in the coffee shop across the street had already touched his back.
At this moment, the young cadre with blood on his hands said to him with a righteous expression, "You can't do illegal things in front of a detective."
Gin snorted and glanced at the glass in front of him. This floor-to-ceiling window was one-way, especially during the day, making it difficult to see inside from the outside. Under these circumstances, it was surprising that he was discovered even after glancing at Uzo from this distance.
"..." This guy would be a real problem if he were an undercover agent, but thankfully that's highly unlikely.
As he was thinking, Gin turned around and saw Jiang Xia walking over in a good mood, looking like he was going to have a long talk with him.
After a moment of silence, Gin made a decisive move, passing by him and heading towards the elevator: "It's not time yet. Be mindful of your celebrity status—go your separate ways, don't follow me."
Jiang Xia sighed, stopped walking, and watched her difficult colleague walk away.
Of course, they didn't forget to throw out two ghosts along the way to provide friendly escort.
"It seems there are no other high-level killing intents."
After wandering around the area for a while, Jiang Xia sighed in disappointment, "What's wrong with these colleagues? Shouldn't everyone have the good habit of scouting locations?"
The ghosts nodded in agreement: That's right!
...
"That's right!"
Inside the Metropolitan Police Department.
The young woman, clutching the bandage on her head, pointed to another woman with a head full of injuries: "I'm the same as her, I haven't bothered anyone recently... That attacker was definitely a madman!"
Officer Takagi had just finished his long running punishment and rushed into the Metropolitan Police Department, panting, when he saw this scene before him.
Two young women sat on chairs, their faces swollen and bloodstains still visible on the gauze covering their heads. They recounted their experiences with indignation, while Miwako Sato quietly questioned them and diligently took notes.
Officer Takagi also lowered his breathing and whispered, "This is..."
Inspector Megure sighed and replied in a low voice, "It's the same series of baseball bat attacks. There were new victims last night."
The woman, whose injuries were more severe, hissed in pain as she spoke to Officer Sato:
“Last night my phone died, so I got off the bus and went to a phone booth to make a call. As soon as I stepped out of the booth, I saw someone waiting outside—that person was carrying a tattered metal baseball bat, and without saying a word, he came straight at me and started hitting me. I, I…”
She burst into tears: "I thought I was going to die—he swung the stick so high and with so much force, as if we had some deep-seated grudge, but I didn't do anything at all..."
Officer Sato comforted her and then asked, "Do you remember what that person looked like? What were his distinguishing features?"
The young woman shook her head: "He was wearing a hat, a scarf, and sunglasses. I couldn't see his face at all."
Another woman said fearfully, "When I met him, he was dressed like this too! He was wearing a long coat, and you couldn't see any distinguishing features at all..."
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