As Mochizuki left, everyone who was originally in high spirits began to feel tired and walked back in twos and threes.
The Whiskey trio also followed the flow back to the room and sent the footage they captured to the organization. Of course, the three of them each made a copy and handed it to their respective superiors.
Different from the harmonious atmosphere in the room, Masuyama Kenzo and Ireland were a little tormented. They had been observing and wandering near the room just now, and they had witnessed Mochizuki's various methods with their own eyes, and they were a little anxious in their hearts.
Odagiri Toshiya's wound was bleeding heavily. This method was designed by Pisk himself in order to completely draw suspicion to Mochizuki, but who would have thought that the person would be saved.
"Father, there is an escape boat on the cruise ship. As soon as I take care of the woman, I will leave here on the boat. As long as we leave Japan and return to the area I am responsible for, Gin will be beyond reach, and the boss will not embarrass us. He only cares about profit."
Ireland put a dagger in his arms, walked out of the room quietly, and disappeared into the shadows of the corridor. He had spoken to Shanti and Column in advance.
There has been no news about Gin since he completed the last mission, and even Vodka has disappeared. He is probably waiting on the dock for them to surrender. They cannot sit still and wait for death.
Kenzo Masuyama looked at the picture on the computer without any reaction, as if he didn't hear Ireland's words at all, he just kept clutching his chest, with a fanatical look on his face, and his eyes were full of madness.
Wangyue returned to the room and immediately meditated and adjusted her breathing. She felt as if she had been punched in the heart. She was a little out of breath, and there was a salty smell in her throat from time to time.
If I had known she would not show off, spitting out a mouthful of blood would not be a big deal, but it was very uncomfortable to look like this.
Mochizuki opened her eyes, gritted her teeth, made a fist with her left hand, and punched her chest hard.
Vomiting out a mouthful of bruised blood, most of the tightness in his chest dissipated, and his breathing became smoother.
"Are you OK!"
As soon as Midorikawa Hikaru opened the door, he saw this scene. He quickly supported Mochizuki and looked at her worriedly.
"I remember the door was locked, how did you get in."
Mochizuki took Midorikawa Hikaru's handkerchief and wiped the corners of his mouth feebly, with a somewhat unkind look in his eyes.
"Just use this. When you were in the police academy, no one taught you how to pick locks with wire?"
Midorikawa Hikaru let go of the wire in his hand. This skill was taught to him by a friend from the police academy, but his talent was far inferior to Fukiya.
Mochizuki rolled her eyes. She just asked casually, but this man really explained it.
"Would you like to chat with me?"
Midorikawa Hikaru put the wire in his pocket, poured a glass of water from the table and handed it to Mochizuki. He ran out under the pretext of buying cigarettes. He would be suspected after a long time.
"Thanks!"
Mochizuki took a sip from the water glass, stood up, walked to the bathroom, spit out the water in her mouth, and drank the remaining water in the glass.
Damn it, Odagiri Toshiya, even if her intestines were taken out, she was made to suffer here.
"The flute you threw on the table was taken away. Doesn't it matter?"
"It doesn't matter, it's just there for people to take."
Mochizuki smiled slightly. She wanted to see who framed her like this. Just now she was worried that no one would take action. After all, this method was a bit clumsy. She didn't expect the murderer to be so restless.
"Then I'll leave first. You probably won't need this thing."
Midorikawa Hikaru didn't dare to stay any longer, so he picked up the cigarettes that were already in Mochizuki's room and prepared to retreat.
Mochizuki waved casually. These two former colleagues were simply too strange. Maybe they were not policemen, but they just liked to meddle in other people's business. Maybe they were policemen. When they got to a crowded place, they would hide faster than anyone else. There is nothing shameful, nothing to hide, plus it seems that they are still investigating her secretly, and they have more tricks than her hair. I really don't understand.
Mochizuki opened the door and checked outside. There was nothing unusual about the locked door that was opened by the wire. They all graduated from the police academy. How come she had never been exposed to this skill? Their instructors would not hide their secrets, right? !
Mochizuki lay on the bed, closed her eyes and began to sense the location of the bone flute, which was not far from her.
Mochizuki stood up and looked around the room. Finally, she tore off the calendar on the wall, cut out a little figure, and asked her to see who the murderer was.
Midorikawa Hikaru sneaked into the hall, deliberately wandering around a few times where there were bodyguards, and then walked back with a cigarette. When he turned around, he saw a burly man flashing around the corner.
The assistant next to Pisk, Gin had said that Ireland was on the ship and had a good relationship with Pisk. This person was most likely the Ireland he had never met.
Midorikawa Hikaru thought for a while, then took out his cell phone and silently sent a text message. Moro Hoshida could only rely on his friends to continue dealing with him.
The area that Ireland is responsible for seems to be somewhere abroad. If they can be caught and handed over to the public security through Mochizuki's hands, their understanding of the organization will definitely make new progress.
Midorikawa Hikaru notified Mochizuki while following him. Mochizuki, who was following the paper man to find a room, was forced to cut off contact. He turned on his phone angrily, and then hurriedly rushed out of the room.
"Where is the person?"
Mochizuki squatted behind Midorikawa Hikari and peeked out his head furtively.
Two people, one dead and one injured, were brought out from the forest, which completely put the rich second generation out of their mood to explore. In addition, there was no rest for the whole night, and now there was no one here.
"Keep it down, it's right there."
Midorikawa Hikaru pointed to a big tree in front of him on the left. There was a big man standing there, wearing a black suit. From a distance, he almost blended in with the surrounding environment.
Mochizuki nodded, pulled her head back, took a rubber band from her arm and carefully tied up her hair. She had to be quick when she acted. I have never been wronged before.
"Shh, someone is coming."
There were subtle footsteps behind him, the frequency was very high but the sound was very small.
Midorikawa Hikaru pulled Mochizuki behind him, and the two of them hid behind a short bush and peeked out. What came was a woman who was taller and looked similar to Mochizuki from a distance.
Midorikawa Hikaru pointed in the direction ahead, motioning for him to go over and take a look, and asked Mochizuki to stay where he was.
Mochizuki blinked silently, his expression looked quite innocent, but he ignored Midorikawa Hikaru's request.
"The two of us are outflanking them from two directions."
Midorikawa Hikaru used the special sign language for the police. This girl is so stubborn. She even vomited blood in the room just now, and she still doesn't stop. If something happens again, she will not be punished by the people in the organization.
"Be safe!"
Midorikawa Hikaru touched Mochizuki's head, and received a serious protest from the latter, whose newly tied hairstyle was messed up.
Midorikawa Hikaru went around to the front to surround them, and Mochizuki quietly closed the distance from behind. He was about to surround the two of them, and the originally harmonious scene was destroyed.
The tall man pulled out the dagger from his arms and stabbed the unsuspecting woman. Seeing that the dagger was about to penetrate her chest, Mochizuki grabbed the fan in his hand and threw it over. The two weapons collided and made a harsh sound.
The tall man was startled, stopped looking at the woman who collapsed on the ground, turned around and ran towards the depths of the forest.
Midorikawa Hikari and him were not in the same direction, so he could only control the woman in his hands first. Mochizuki slowly walked forward and snapped his fingers. Several blue flames lit up in the forest, illuminating the woman's face. Clear as day.
