Knowing about Numagachi Kiichiro, Kuroki Jin took the opportunity at the Metropolitan Police Department to take his file and take a look at it.
Naturally, he couldn't hide the dossier from Sato, who had been watching him, but Sato just read the dossier and didn't ask the reason.
It was Kuroki Jin who took the initiative to explain that he had also seen the news when this man was in prison, and he did not expect that he would escape from prison at this time. At the moment, he needs to eliminate all unexpected factors.
"Then why don't we send some people out to catch him?"
In this case, Sato fully supports any decision made by Jin Kuroki.
"Hmm..." Heimuren pondered for a moment, then nodded. It would be a good thing for Numa Yuan to be caught by the police, at least it would be better than falling back into the organization again.
Although the person is crazy, who knows if he can still remember anything, or if someone wants to make a fuss about him, just arranging some things will be enough for Kuroki Jin to have a headache.
"Okay, I'm leaving first." Kuroki Ren returned the file, "I have almost remembered the contents here, and I won't be here starting tomorrow."
"Are you going to take action?" Sato was eager to give it a try.
Kuroki Ren smiled, noncommittal.
In fact, he had already started to take action. Taking advantage of the Pisk smuggling incident, Kuroki asked people from the Intelligence Department to make detailed statistics on the transportation records of port trucks that all organizations could master within six months, and asked people from the Operations Department to guard some strongholds day and night. Distract others.
The intelligence department was extremely busy, but Bourbon, as the person in charge, did not complain at all. He even took the initiative to investigate more deeply and carefully, for fear of missing anything.
He was unable to respond to this incident, so he had to express his support and inner desire in this way.
Kuroki Jin's actions made a big fuss, so much so that Rum sent him an email to appease him, but Kuo Mu Jin still went his own way.
Nonsense, he has made no progress in his own investigation for so many years. In order to prevent the organization from noticing, he has been unwilling to use the power of the organization or Gin. Now that he has such an opportunity, it is too late for him to be happy. How can he give up so easily.
Praise for Pisk.
I kept searching like this for three days, and finally got some clues last night.
"How cruel," Bourbon stirred the coffee. "The goods that arrived half a year ago were split up and took half a year to put into the warehouse. They will pay for the intelligence department's hair!"
Kuroki Jin's face was expressionless, "I'm more curious about how many eyes the organization has put into this than this."
In other words, if Bourbon has mastered these eyes, how many of his own people can be inserted into them or how many people can be removed in one fell swoop.
"Don't think so, at least you've made a profit now." Bourbon was in a good mood and took a sip of coffee with a smile.
"Then this is the location." Kuroki Jin pointed at a spot on the map spread out on the table in front of them, "I'll go take a look tonight."
"Is it okay for you to be alone?"
Kuroki Jin pursed his lips and gave him a sunny smile.
Bourbon sometimes thinks to himself, this guy Kuroki Jin is completely crooked!
When he was in the police academy, he was lucky enough to get some information about this person from someone. Hagiwara Kenji said that his youngest brother was smart, calm, wise and tolerant, and had enough patience to lurk, work hard to survive, and look for opportunities to make a comeback.
Although Kuroki Jin is the youngest among the few, he plays the role of military advisor.
Even if Gin happened to pass by and rescue them, they would be free within half a year.
Hagiwara Kenji said that if we talk about life-saving grace alone, some of them feel that it was Fukasui Yohei (Kuroki Jin) who saved them.
Bourbon looked at the empty seat opposite and rubbed his brows tiredly.
"Kenji, if you knew that he became like that to avenge you, would you be happy?"
Bourbon clearly knew what Kuroki Jin's last look meant when he looked at him - it was calm, with madness suppressed in the calm.
He had seen this look on Hagiwara Kenji once before. It was their second year in the police academy. Five people helped Hagihara Kenji solve a case and successfully sent some people to prison.
At that time, Hagiwara Kenji also had this look.
Kuroki Jin didn't know what Bobon was thinking. Even if he knew it...if he knew it, he would probably care, because the case Hagiwara solved was also closely related to him, and it could even be said that it was done specifically for him.
If he thought of this, I'm afraid the hatred in his heart would become even crazier.
He is now standing in front of a warehouse. This is the last address Bourbon gave him, and it is also the most likely lair of the bomber.
Unfortunately, there was no one in the warehouse, not even the goods they were tracking - he was late.
There was a piece of letter paper placed on the clean table. Kuroki Ren was standing next to the table, looking at the letter paper and lost in thought.
According to his profile of the bomber in the dossier, he was not a careful and cautious person, and temporarily changing bases to hide was not something he could do - he simply would not believe that the police had this ability before he took action. Caught him when.
Judging from the cleanliness of this warehouse, it shows that people were not in a hurry when they moved out. It did not look like they left after finding someone investigating, but it was a very reasonable strategic move.
Is it because the date is coming soon and he feels nervous and starts to be careful?
Kuroki picked up the letter and unfolded it slowly.
"To anyone who finds this place and picks up the letter:
You must not be one of those dressed-up beasts, because they are not that smart or have that much energy.
But no matter what, I have already obtained the first move. "
There is no signature or signature, but the handwriting of this letter is neat, and it is completely impossible to detect from the writing style that this is a crazy and perverted explosive maniac.
Kuroki folded the letter and put it in the evidence bag, making a phone call while walking out.
"Hello, I'm Kuroki."
"Please, Officer Sato, please send someone to No. xx, Chome, xx Town. There is a xx warehouse here... Yes, bring someone from the Forensics Section here. They found..."
Sato was memorizing the address when Kuroki Ren suddenly lost his voice on the other side of the phone and asked quickly: "What's wrong?"
Kuroki Ren was looking up. He was standing in front of the warehouse door, looking at the top of the dozen-story building opposite.
He was wearing a hat, mask, and sunglasses. No one could see his face even if he raised his head, so he stood there confidently.
"Kuromu? Hello? Kuroki! Are you okay?"
"It's okay." Kuroki Ren leveled his perspective and stopped looking up. He chuckled softly, "It seems that I have met the real owner."
"Who is the real master?...Did you meet someone? The prisoner?!"
"Probably." Kuroki Ren leaned against the wall outside the warehouse. The sight above his head had disappeared. The person must have left.
"That……"
"Okay, Officer Sato, please send someone... Oh, I'm afraid you want to come in person."
