Chapter 91

Special time points, special cases and lists of casualties, as well as files obtained through the public security.

In a flash, these key words suddenly connected into a clear arrow, pointing directly to the guess that had been lingering in my heart for a long time.

Furuya Rei's heartbeat soared. A vague answer to Matsuda Jinpei's words appeared in his mind, but he found it hard to believe.

"The criminal who made the bomb has been arrested, but he was not the mastermind." Matsuda Jinpei's frown did not loosen. He looked at Furuya Rei and paused for a word: "You just said that this guy is a traitor of a certain organization, right?"

Furuya Rei clenched his fists: "...Three years ago, this person had not yet betrayed the organization."

——Not only that.

According to the data, the sniper named "Saeki" has been wandering around North America for many years. Because of his mixed-race advantage, he also accepts assassination missions in Asia. He has entered Japan three times, and the last time was by illegal immigration. Although he did not get a code name, the number of missions and success rate are above average among ordinary members.

More importantly, if the information revealed by Vodka was not false, then before he absconded with the money, Saeki was working under Seijiu.

Holy wine... muttering this code name silently, a bitter smile escaped from Fūya Rei's lips.

The seemingly accidental explosion, the young police officer who died in the line of duty, the familiar figure, the mysterious and unknown drugs - all of this is by no means a coincidence. Perhaps they have already been involved in this huge conspiracy.

There were too few clues, and even the most important part, Rei Furuya, was clueless, so this was destined to be an unqualified deduction, and even went against his previous principles.

But one thing is clear, the source of the conspiracy lies within the organization.

Was it Rum who ordered him to monitor the video, or was it "that gentleman" who never showed up?

In the cold air close to zero degrees, Fūya Rei's fingers gripping the gun stiffened slightly.

He didn't dare to think about it anymore. Which one was better, dying in an explosion with many tricks set up, or being taken away by the organization and living on drugs?

The scene seen in the video reappeared in his mind. The water drops falling from the pale and weak fingertips seemed to fall on his chest with great force, pressing him so hard that he could hardly breathe.

...Fortunately, it was not too late, and that night, he recognized him.

Furutani Rei lowered his head, his face hidden by his light blond hair, making it impossible to see his expression, but Matsuda Jinpei still caught sight of his strangeness.

The black-haired police officer pressed his hand on the other's shoulder and exerted a little force, "Zero, do you know something?"

"...Yeah." Furiya Rei regained his calm voice, but it still sounded dry. "A few days after I contacted you, I saw Yuki's file from the public security department."

The hand holding his shoulder suddenly tightened, then slowly loosened, and the slight pain seemed like an illusion.

"Really? Never mind. I didn't think that excuse could keep you guys in the dark for long."

"And then." Matsuda Jinpei's tone became very low. "I said before that he might be far away. What do you think?"

After a long silence, Furuya Rei looked him straight in the eye: "I think I may have found him."

"..." Matsuda Jinpei took out a cigarette from his pocket and chuckled, "You are really a bastard."

Furiya Ling raised an eyebrow: "You are the biggest jerk, right?"

I'm afraid Matsuda was the first one to recognize Yuki, but he never told him and Jing. Although I understand that he did it for their sake, I still want to beat him up.

After this interruption, the two seemed to have returned to their youthful and energetic appearance in the police academy. However, this time they did not punch each other in the face just because they "didn't like him". Instead, they stared at each other for a minute as if neither of them would submit to the other, and finally they couldn't help laughing.

Matsuda Jinpei kicked the unconscious man on the ground. His black pupils, which had just warmed up, turned cold again, as if he was looking at a corpse. "In that case, you can take this man back. It will be the same if you find out the truth by asking him."

Furukaya Rei stood up and nodded.

If he cannot be escorted to the Metropolitan Police Department, it would be difficult for a police officer like Matsuda Jinpei to illegally detain him, so it would be most appropriate for him to handle it.

He just needs to find a reason to get past Gin first, and he needs to think about it carefully.

The two briefly exchanged some information. Going out together would easily arouse suspicion, so Matsuda Jinpei left the alley first, while Furukaya Rei waited there for the support sent by the organization.

Matsuda Jinpei did not go home, but walked alone on the street. It was late at night but it was not quiet outside. The warm yellow lights of the ramen shops on the street were mixed with a few shouts, and couples passing by held hands and chatted. Some shopping malls had already set up Christmas trees in front of them, with circles of colorful lights without electricity.

The cigarette box was empty, so he went to a convenience store and bought another pack. When he was checking out, he discovered that the blood on his palms, which had been cut by the knife, had already coagulated, and dried blood scabs covered his palms.

The cashier clerk swallowed and asked nervously, "Sir, do you need a sterile cotton swab and a bandage?"

"No."

Matsuda Jinpei put the cigarette in his pocket and said calmly, "Give me another bottle of wine."

--

In the late spring of three years ago, in a meeting room at the Metropolitan Police Department, he said, “I will continue to investigate.”

Three years later, in early winter, he caught one of the murderers and handed him over to a trusted friend.

Matsuda Jinpei bit his cigarette, feeling a little regretful that he didn't kick the man a few more times.

When his colleagues in Section 1 mentioned him, apart from some official words like professional level and efficiency in handling cases, most of them thought that he was a loner who didn't like to communicate. Gradually, few people remembered that he was one of the most troublesome people in the police academy.

Hagiwara Kenji once tried to organize a social event for him to improve his relationship with colleagues. In order to prevent him from feeling psychological pressure, his reason was always "just to make up the numbers, Xiaozhenping can just go over and be in charge of the meal."

Facing the thoughtful concern from his good friend and classmate, Matsuda Jinpei just shook his head, chuckled, and tapped Yukinen's shoulder, "Let's talk about it later." When he said this, he didn't even know how long "later" would be.

I thought it would take ten or fifteen years, and I was even prepared to gain nothing even after the statute of limitations expired. But it seemed to be over in an instant.

Three years that were like an elusive dream, and 1,300 days of losing someone.

I finished all the beer I bought from the convenience store. I didn't check the brand when I bought it, but when I opened it I found out it was a dark beer imported from Germany with a fairly strong alcohol content.

Jinpei Matsuda crushed the can, stood still, and threw it into the trash can five meters away.

A red light flickered between his fingers. Through the blurry white smoke, he dialed a number without any notes.

The call was quickly connected, and the moment the voice from the other end came through, all the confusion and anxiety that I could not see or touch suddenly had a place to go.

Jinpei Matsuda originally wanted to have a casual chat as if nothing had happened, but he didn't expect that after just two sentences, the other party could tell that something was wrong with him.

Is it that obvious? He subconsciously wanted to see if there was any side effect written on the can, but when he felt nothing, he remembered that he had just thrown the can away.

"..." He admitted frankly: "Yes, I just drank a little, but I'm not drunk yet."

There was silence for a few seconds on the other end, followed by some rustling, and then the person asked, "Where are you?"

Matsuda Jinpei glanced at the overpass on the road beside him and lied, "At home."

"? But there is a sound..."

"Open the window for ventilation."

"..." The other party refused to be fooled by him, "I don't believe it unless you make Hanako meow."

Matsuda Jinpei: “…”

Where can he catch the rebellious son at home?

The 26-year-old police officer said in a shameless manner, "You don't have a cat? I can call one for you."

On the other side, after changing his clothes, Kono Seiryoshi coughed twice and was once again convinced that Matsuda Jinpei was definitely drunk.

But, “Is it really possible?”

This opportunity was rare, so he secretly pressed the record button and asked with a little anticipation.

It was Matsuda Jinpei's turn to be speechless, "...You really want to hear it?"

"Oh, is that not possible?"

"Don't even think about it until you start."

The idea is clear, but not very logical.

Gongye Shengliang felt a little disappointed, but then he felt that he shouldn't bother with a drunkard, so he adjusted his tone and asked patiently, "Where are you? Are there any signs around?"

He hesitated for a moment, "...Do you want me to pick you up?"

Matsuda Jinpei laughed. Did he really think he was a drunkard who was so drunk that he didn't know the way?

Also, why would a sane adult make a harassing phone call in the middle of the night to someone they had only met twice?

...That's enough, he said to himself. Just treat tonight as a mistake and forget about it after the alcohol wears off.

He stopped, looked up at the night sky, and said in a hoarse voice: "Don't turn on the lights, open the curtains."

"...Can you see the moon over there?"

Kono Seiryoshi didn't understand why, but he still did what he said.

The moonlight was very pale, and the waning moon rose from the gaps between the tall buildings in Tokyo, adorning the night sky with sparse stars.

He hummed, quietly opened half of the window, and shivered at the cold wind that came in.

My shoulder reflexively shuddered, and at the same time, a sound from the other side of the screen rang in my ears.

The owner of the voice seemed to have passed through many obstacles and came to his side.