The plane arrives at its destination.
When getting off the plane, Asakura was hanging far behind the blond man——
He did not choose to follow Shuichi Akai. He had other purposes for this operation and did not need to go with this bottle of watered rye whiskey.
The blond man walked in front, and several people who looked normal but were actually plainclothes policemen approached him while joking.
"Really, there's no need to be so obvious..." Asakura complained inwardly.
At the exit of the station, almost everyone was walking out, disguised as plainclothes and walking against the current. Ordinary people might not pay special attention to it, but the killer who had committed the crime would never let go of such an obvious anomaly.
Sure enough, at the moment when they were about to attack, the blond man pushed his luggage towards them, quickly squeezed through the crowd, and ran away quickly towards the distance.
Asakura shrugged and followed slowly.
Where could he escape at this time? The plainclothes were all here, and the exit must have been blocked by the police.
Now he is like a hamster in a cage. No matter how he runs, he can only run around in it.
Asakura Makoto had memorized the structural diagram of this airport in his mind before he arrived, which meant that he only needed to push forward a little bit and wait at the most suitable place for hiding.
…
Asakura Makoto, pretending to be a company employee, came out of the toilet and walked to the faucet to wash her hands——
"do not move!"
A man approached from behind, and the cold dagger pressed firmly against his neck.
Through the mirror above the sink, the blond man's appearance was reflected in it.
Okay... Really, this is America, and this guy doesn't even have a gun.
Asakura put his briefcase at his feet and slowly raised his hands in a surrender gesture, indicating that he was not in danger.
"Get in quickly!"
The blond man looked around to make sure no one was paying attention, then pushed Asakura into the women's bathroom.
There was no one else in the bathroom.
The man was holding Asakura's briefcase in one hand and holding him with a dagger in the other, forcing him to pin the doorknob with the mop on the side to prevent people from outside from entering.
Asakura picked up the mop with her right hand and felt the blond man behind her step by step, clinging to her——
His left hand was as fast as lightning, pinching the man's wrist bones like iron pliers and twisting them. The sudden burst of force made the bones make a crackling sound.
Pain, numbness...
A series of pain made the blond man scream out, but his voice was still in his throat, so Asakura took his clenched left hand as the center of the circle and rotated 180 degrees counterclockwise.
The back becomes the facing.
Then, before he could react, the mop stick in his hand fell straight and forcefully on his forehead.
"Crack!" A sound.
The blond man felt like stars were shining in his eyes, his forehead was in severe pain, his brain was confused, and he immediately closed his eyes and fainted to the ground.
In just one breath, Asakura Makoto had already completed his counterattack. After seeing that the man had indeed lost the ability to move, he whistled and turned around, blocking the toilet door with a mop.
About ten minutes later, the blond man felt the water rushing over his face, a chill on his face, and the sound of flushing sounded in his ears.
He opened his eyes and found that his head was stuck in the toilet, and the sink was right in front of him. The feeling that woke him up from his coma was when someone pressed the flush button and water surged from the tank into his face.
The blond man tried to move his body and found that he was tied to the toilet, his hands were tied behind his back, and his legs were tied side by side and he was kneeling on the ground.
"I ask, you answer."
Asakura Makoto released the flush button, and the water tank hummed to fill the lost water.
"Who are you?"
Obviously, this man cannot understand the strength of the enemy and the weakness of ourselves. He only knows how to talk quickly.
After hearing his answer, Asakura was really not angry. He just stretched out his hands behind the blond man, pressed his index finger and folded it hard towards the back of the hand.
Crack - this is the sound of broken bones.
"ah--"
Screams sounded——
Fortunately, the scream did not last long. The toilet tank was filled with water very efficiently. While breaking his finger, Asakura pressed the flush button again.
The blond man screamed and opened his mouth. After filling his mouth with water, the sound he made turned into "gurgling", the meaning of which was unclear.
"I ask you questions, do you understand?"
The pain of broken fingers and the humiliation of drinking toilet water made the blond man give in, and the dull answer was mixed with the sound of spitting water.
"Understand."
"That's good." Asakura said with relief, "Don't worry, from what I know, the cleaners in this country are very responsible, they clean the toilets very seriously, and there is no problem in drinking the toilet water directly!"
This upright American man had never heard such bullshit before, and he couldn't help but blurt out: "Fart!"
"Um...can't you drink it?" Asakura asked curiously.
"Which idiot told you that this water is drinkable?"
"Is it true that you can't drink it?" Asakura continued to ask.
"No!" the man said firmly.
After hearing his answer, Asakura's expression turned cold: "Really..."
He continued to push the man's head down with one hand, moved his fingers again, and broke another of his fingers.
"Can't you drink it?"
The man's mouth was pressed against the cold wall, and his painful moans could only echo in his throat. In the end, what came out was just a gasp of "ho ho".
"Can't you drink it?"
Asakura Zhen released the hand that suppressed his head and asked.
"You can drink it, you can drink it!" The man answered hurriedly, fearing that if he took a step back, the lunatic behind him would find a reason and continue to torture him.
Yes, after a series of torture, he had already concluded that Asakura was mentally disturbed to some extent...Normal people would probably not think toilet water was drinkable.
If you think so, it is probably because the door of the mental hospital was not closed and the patient escaped from inside while the doctor was not paying attention.
It has to be severe!
"That's good." Of course Asakura Makoto is not mentally ill. When interrogating a killer with human life in his hands, he must not take the usual path. The principle of breaking defenses to deal high damage is not only applicable to games.
"Name?"
"Francis."
"For what?"
"Long Distance Freight Division...ah!"
Asakura Zhen broke off one of his fingers again.
"Kill, killer, don't break it, don't break it!"
The blond man cried and begged for mercy. At the same time, he wished he could slap those big mouths on himself for holding this fierce god hostage.
"Wouldn't it be over if I said this earlier? Who is the employer this time?"
Makoto Asakura asked.
"The employer is..."
Just as the blond man was about to answer, there was a sudden knock on the door.
Then there were voices outside.
"Is there anyone in there?" The person asking was a man, and this was the women's restroom.
Searching police?
Asakura Zhen held down the blond man again so that he could not make a sound, then adjusted his voice, and his mouth sounded like a young girl.
"Someone, who are you and why are you knocking on the door of the women's restroom!"
