Chapter 3619-3631 [Escape]
Curaçao instinctively wanted to turn around, but worried that if she did, she would make eye contact with that guy again.
Her neck froze halfway, and after a strange pause, she finally gritted her teeth and turned around.
"Even if it's just eye contact, you have to look! As an intelligence agent, obtaining firsthand information by any means is the most basic thing. You can't just believe whatever others say—what if, what if the guy on the other side is wrong?"
"But then again, I'm facing away from that direction right now, my body is hidden by the back of the sofa chair, only my head is showing, and I'm wearing a wig—what if Uzo hasn't noticed me yet, and if I turn my head like this, I'll just put myself right in front of him? Maybe I shouldn't go back?"
"But... even if it's just a head wearing a wig, wouldn't Uzo really recognize it?"
Under the bewildered and confused gaze of the client opposite, Attorney Shirai turned around slowly, like a wound-up machine.
Soon, a figure caught Curaçao's eye.
At the same time, someone raised their hand behind the others' backs, as if waving to her from afar.
The client across the table asked in surprise, "Was he greeting you? You actually know Jiang Xia?"
Curaçao: "…………"
The heart that had been hanging in suspense finally plummeted to the very bottom, and he died on the spot.
To make matters worse, next to Uzo, there was another very familiar figure—blonde hair, dark skin… What is Bourbon doing here again?!
While thinking, Curaçao reached out without hesitation and took her bag.
This place can't be left here.
As everyone knows, Uzo is very good at using people. In other words, the more capable people around him, the more destructive he becomes. The more people blindly believe in him, the more terrifying the stage effect will be.
And Bourbon...
Seeing him standing happily next to the police and Jiang Xia, completely oblivious to Uzo who was right next to him, Curacso's eyes twitched. It seemed as if a symbol of a high-risk weapon had jumped out from Bo's body.
We must leave, immediately!
With Bourbon there, once they've gone a certain distance, Uzo shouldn't be able to catch up anymore.
"Attorney Shirai?"
With the client looking on in bewilderment, Curaçao excused herself, politely said goodbye, and smoothly rose to her feet, disappearing like a phantom.
It wasn't until she reached the door that the client finally came to her senses.
"What happened?" He took a sip of coffee, staring blankly, and made a bewildered guess based on the current situation. "Weren't we supposed to talk for two hours? How did he get lured away by that detective in the blink of an eye?...Are lawyers these days so unprofessional?"
...
A few minutes ago.
On the street outside the door.
An unremarkable bomber flipped through the newspapers in his hands, turning one page after another with impatience.
Finally, unable to bear it any longer, he reached out and tore the front page to shreds, ripping the Kid challenge letter published by Jirokichi Suzuki into pieces.
—Because of this trivial matter, the explosion he painstakingly created yesterday has once again missed the headlines?
“I remember a few years ago, whenever a building was bombed, it would quickly appear on the headlines—even if the main page was dominated by bizarre murder cases, it would still be mentioned in some corner.”
"But now, how many times in a row... who exactly is picking on me?"
Remembering the news broadcast on the roadside TV earlier, the bomber became even more annoyed: "Tokyo is so small, yet there are other bombers bombing around—what's so newsworthy about bombing an empty pachinko parlor? It only made the news because there are more people during the day... Humph, I should have chosen daytime too."
Just as he was muttering curses at the despicable colleague he'd never met, a Mazda suddenly sped towards them from afar. A short while later, a fleet of police cars, sirens blaring, screeched to a halt at the bus stop diagonally opposite.
Upon seeing so many police officers, the bomber's heart skipped a beat, and he instinctively clutched his briefcase.
He glanced around and decided to go into the nearby coffee shop to hide.
However, the moment he opened the door, a figure swept out like the wind, knocked him away with a thud, then left behind a half-hearted "sorry," before disappearing into the alley like a whirlwind, seemingly heading towards the parking lot.
The bomber's bag was nearly knocked away; he landed hard on his backside, struggling to protect it, and scrambled to his feet, covered in dust: "Where did this damned woman come from, in such a hurry to be reborn?!"
The other party had already vanished without a trace, fleeing for their lives.
"..."
Human emotions are easily contagious. Although he didn't understand what had happened, the way the bomber didn't turn around made his heart skip a beat, and he glanced suspiciously at the coffee shop in front of him.
...Could there be something very ominous inside?
After hesitating for a moment, the bomber did not go into the store to hide from the police as originally planned. He gritted his teeth and took a few more steps forward, then quickly disappeared into an alley and fled.
...
The bus stop is a few dozen meters away.
Amuro Tooru was startled by the commotion and glanced over, feeling that the two people who were running away one after the other were a bit strange.
Just as he was pondering this, a police car screeched to a halt in front of him, and Inspector Megure got out.
After several days of rest, the tenacious police officer has been discharged from the hospital and is now wearing a new hat that is free of blood.
He touched his new hat and waved his hand, "Quickly go and look around for bombs."
The junior officers who got out of the other police cars responded and filed out.
Watching this scene, Inspector Megure was quite moved: Although the time spent lying in the hospital was leisurely and pleasant, if he didn't work on a case for a few days, he really felt like something was missing from his life.
He picked up the documents and walked towards Jiang Xia: "Brother Jiang Xia, long time no see! We've identified the culprit this time!"
Amuro Tooru was taken aback: "Really? You guys are that efficient?"
"..." Inspector Megure glanced at the difficult-to-get-along-with detective agency owner, cleared his throat, and handed the documents to Jiang Xia with a hint of smugness.
It turned out to be a wanted poster, clearly showing the front and side profiles of a middle-aged man.
This was a man with a bowl cut, wearing glasses, with thin cheeks and a very bitter look.
"We examined the explosion site this morning, found a suspicious fingerprint, and quickly matched it."
"The owner of the fingerprint is this Hirukawa Takuji, 38 years old. Five years ago, he caused an explosion and then fled overseas, disappearing without a trace—but now it seems that he has quietly returned to Tokyo."
Amuro Tooru caught the key phrase: "Overseas?"
Speaking of which, it seems that Uzo suddenly appeared in Tokyo not long ago.
But such a person isn't like a mushroom after the rain; they can't just suddenly sprout from the ground. In other words, Uzo must have been transferred back from somewhere far away.
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