"Sleepy... sleepy to death?"
Vodka, whose brain was still a little confused for a while, looked confused and puzzled: "A new mission?"
"Of course not, although I also want to know what this is all about."
The woman who put down her wine glass breathed a sigh of relief, untied the rubber band holding her ponytail and shook her hair, straightened her slightly messy style due to the rush, and looked at the man with his hands on the back of the sofa in the booth with a smile——
"You're just a peripheral member. Do you need to go to such great lengths, Gin?"
Gin, who was holding a cigarette between his teeth, curled up into a sneer: "If you don't have the bait in your hands, the best outcome would be to destroy her."
His tongue stirred the cold wine in his mouth, and the woman who failed to get the answer she wanted did not continue to ask further: "Belmod will stay in Japan for about half a month at most, but there is still no palace in the Ministry of Intelligence. News from Nomi Akemi.
"Even if she and I exchanged identities, Reina Mizuno is only a reporter and host of Nippon TV, so there is no way for her to enter the Metropolitan Police Department.
"If I continue to go in under the guise of an exclusive interview, I may be suspected by the Tokyo police at this juncture."
"It's not necessary."
Gin, who lit the cigarette ashes, said lightly: "The people from the Metropolitan Police will take us there. You just need to play the role of Chris Binyard without being discovered by the police, Keir."
"Of course that's no problem."
The woman codenamed Kil's heart tightened, and she immediately stopped thinking about further testing and agreed immediately.
This wasn't the first time she had done this kind of thing, exchanging identities, and she was very familiar with it.
There were just a few policemen from the Metropolitan Police Department, and they were not the professional counterpart of the Japanese police, so they had no chance of discovering her disguise.
She has this confidence.
"Vodka."
"Brother."
"How are the arrangements going?"
"Everything has been arranged."
Talking about what he was responsible for, Vodka pushed up the sunglasses on the bridge of his nose and said seriously: "As long as the police are not stupid, they will definitely find out..."
Gin was smoking a cigarette while listening to the report. The sight of his pearls of wisdom in his hands made Kil, who was also sitting in the booth, lower his head slightly and stare at his reflection in the wine glass, remaining silent.
Although she has gotten a code name, she feels that she is still some distance away from the real core organization.
For a task like this, all she knew was only part of it—the part that required her cooperation.
In Mihua Town, inside a villa under police security.
After debugging all the monitoring equipment, Miwako Sato exited the master bedroom after saying goodbye to Chris Binyard who was going to take a shower.
As he was about to go back to his room, when he passed by the stairs, he accidentally saw Uehara Katsumi sitting alone in the living room on the first floor, writing and drawing something with a pen in his hand.
There is also a bottle of wine and a wine glass on the coffee table.
"Stars, moon, sun? What are you painting?"
Walking downstairs, the slippers that controlled the sound of footsteps stood behind the man. She bent down slightly and looked at the pen and paper in his hand. Miwako Sato asked doubtfully.
"You can think of it as imagery."
Katsuki Uehara, who had made several preparations on a piece of paper, leaned on the back of the sofa, tilted his head back, looked up at his partner who was leaning over and said: "Of course, you can also understand that I am cheating. "
Although she couldn't understand what it meant, this did not prevent Miwako Sato from hearing a bit of teasing laughter in the man's tone.
"We also need to be on guard against Kidd and possible killers. Don't you look down on him a bit when you drink?" Glancing at the glacier glass with about one-third of the wine left, Miwako Sato narrowed her eyes slightly, no. Know what to think.
"You can understand that as part of cheating."
Uehara Katsuki reached out and held the wine glass and raised it towards her, smiling and saying: "Would you like some to help you sleep before going to bed?"
"...Because Kidd won't come?"
After staring at her partner for a long time, Miwako Sato's eyes filled with confusion: "Why are you so sure?"
"Kid doesn't kill people."
"But that was the Kidd eight years ago. The scope of this Kidd's activities was much smaller than the Kidd eight years ago. It's obvious that he is not the Kidd who didn't kill people."
"Okay, Sato, how about we make a bet?" Taking a sip of the wine in his glass, Uehara Katsuki looked up and down at his partner, his smile gradually becoming malicious.
Miwako Sato noticed the man's gaze and her eyelids twitched subconsciously: "This is eucalyptus, Uehara. We are the police, and the police use eucalyptus as a bet? Are you kidding?"
"Whoever loses will be responsible for bringing breakfast for a month? How about that?" Katsumi Uehara put down his wine glass and raised his eyebrows jokingly.
"...It's a deal, you will lose."
"You are the loser. Kidd will definitely not come here."
The beaming Katsuki Uehara stood up while humming a tune, casually crumpled the white paper covered with graffiti into a ball and threw it into the trash can, then walked up the stairs.
Someone else will come here.
Glancing at the master bedroom where Belmod was, the closed door made his smile grow wider.
An exclusive interview with Japanese TV station, Shui Wu Lian Nai.
The prerequisites are all in place. If what happens at the Metropolitan Police Department tomorrow is indeed what he thinks...
…………………………………………
The next day, the Metropolitan Police Department.
Rensaburo Shiratori, who came to work early in the morning, was yawning and looking through the summary of information delivered to his desk. As he was flipping through the pages, a name immediately caught his eye and attracted his attention——
Um?
"Police department, something is wrong."
"What's wrong, Brother Shiratori? What's wrong? Is there Kidd over there, Brother Uehara?"
As he was eating the breakfast box prepared by his wife, Mu Mu Shisan's expression tightened when he heard this.
"No, it's about the list of participating members of the Magic Club as told by Chris Binyard."
Shiratori Rensaburo shook his head and handed the document in his hand to his boss: "Didn't I say before that none of them had entry records, so I checked the people around them.
"Then we found out that one of the guys had a brother who had lived in Tokyo for a long time, you see here."
"Sisubing Bank... Hirota Masami? Fixed deposit business?"
Looking at where his subordinates were pointing, the thirteen-year-old boy shrank suddenly: "Wait a minute, Brother Bainiao, what do you mean?!"
"It is not yet certain whether the two are related. After all, there are many people who have approached Miyano Akemi for deposit business. But this matter is linked to the murder, and it is difficult not to attract attention."
Shiratori Rensaburo slowly exhaled and said with a solemn expression: "If possible, we need to ask Miyano Akemi.
"But we also have to consider one thing. If the person who wants to kill Chris Binyard is the mysterious organization behind Miyano Akemi, then their operation may be to actively expose their intentions in order to observe the police actions and thereby Determine Miyano Akemi's location.
"and……"
"And Brother Uehara and the others are also in danger now."
Megure Thirteen immediately picked up the phone and dialed Uehara Katsumi’s number——
"Megure Police Department?"
"Brother Uehara, have you noticed anything unusual?"
"Abnormal? No."
In the bathroom of the bedroom of the villa, Katsumi Uehara was brushing his teeth with his messy hair, and his sleepy look reflected in the mirror: "It's calm, we just got up, and we are preparing for an exclusive interview with the Japanese TV station today."
"Listen Uehara, Shiratori just discovered something unexpected..."
On the phone, Megure Thirteen's solemn warning voice made Katsumi Uehara stop brushing his teeth.
"That's it, I understand."
The man in the mirror had a smile on his lips: "Police department, you and Shiratori's worries are not unreasonable. Zuotou and I will pay attention to it. Oh, by the way, there is one more thing, let Shiratori pay more attention to it.
"If this is true..."
Turning the water on the faucet to the maximum, Katsumi Uehara pulled off a towel at will and made a loud splash. He took out a second mobile phone from his pocket with his left hand, typed out an email blindly with muscle memory, and clicked send.
"Then the other party will probably target Shiratiao, who is responsible for verification."
Wiping the towel over his wet cheeks, Katsuki Uehara lowered his eyes and glanced at the email that had been sent successfully, his expression gradually becoming a bit amused.
Master bedroom.
Bellmode, who was monitoring the two police rooms in Tokyo with a bug, took off his earphones and sent Gin an email——
[The fish bit the hook. 】
Metropolitan Police Department, in the third department office area.
Rensaburo Shiratori, who walked out of the department head's office, glanced at the email sent by Katsumi Uehara in his mailbox. Although he was a little puzzled, he still pressed the delete button.
In the villa.
After finishing washing, Uehara Katsumi opened the door and saw Belmode who was also walking out of the bedroom. He greeted her with a smile: "Good morning, Miss Chris."
