This is totally wrong, Kawakami thought.
Everything in the world has similarities, including crime.
Kawakami has never handled or led this type of task in so many years in the winery, but based on scenario simulations, he can roughly imagine how to deal with disobedient prey.
Beat them severely without harming the prey, kill the chickens to scare the monkeys, and show the miserable plight of the rebels to other prey, instead of just being carried away and supervised indifferently.
The man in the trench coat dragged Kawakami to a room on the third floor and locked the door.
He let go of Kawakami Tsumugi, as if he wasn't worried about his resistance at all.
"You're quite capable." The man in the trench coat gave a cold and sarcastic smile.
Kawakami retreated cautiously and pressed against the wall of the room. He squinted his eyes and looked at the person in front of him:
Left-handed, over 1.85 meters tall, with long hair half covering his eyes, good marksmanship, professional training, and excellent physical fitness——
Professional and formal training.
Gee, it feels like I have met a colleague.
I don’t know which side the pretender is, the police or their side. Kawakami is more inclined to the former.
A huge amount of information flowed through Kawakami's mind, and he was analyzing whether Belmode knew about it and what role he played in it.
"Long-term mission" and "the organization does not require progress" were the words Belmode used to trick him into this mission - the punctuation mark of that woman's nonsense could not be trusted.
If the police had been involved a long time ago, there would be another variable, or...an object that could be exploited.
Maybe he's an accomplice. Kawakami remembered the traces in the mobile safe house. He was about 1.85 meters tall and left-handed. Both pieces of information matched.
Of course, this is just an unfounded association.
"Run away. Shun cut the wires. These two wires alone will make those idiots beat you to death."
The man in the trench coat didn't pay attention to Kawakami Tsumugi's avoidance. He lit up a cigarette and said, "And I hate idiots killing each other."
"I have already called the police." Kawakami said coldly.
"The policeman won't care about this." The man in the windbreaker chuckled, looking a little tired.
Collusion between officials and bandits? It’s a tacky routine, it’s tacky, and it works. This is also one of the things Kawakami wants to verify.
Further, the fact that the police did not come could prove Kawakami's suspicion; if the police came, they would definitely evacuate to other strongholds, which would also speed up the progress of the mission.
There must be some support behind this organization being able to survive for so long.
"You're lying!" Tsumugi Kawakami retorted like an ordinary fourteen-year-old boy, "How do you know they won't care?"
The man in the trench coat was indifferent to his temptation. He said in a precise tone: "According to the way things go, I should beat you until you are incapacitated."
Silver light circulated between the fingers of the man in the trench coat. It was a small hunting knife. He deliberately dangled the knife in front of Kawakami Tsumugi's eyes.
"But I want to save some trouble today, so I hope you can be a sensible idiot." The man in the trench coat added slowly.
Kawakamiji looked frightened.
The man achieved his goal, lowered his head, and began to pick his nails with the shining silver hunting knife.
Kawakami watched the other party's reaction. After standing for a while, his legs felt a little sore, so he simply sat down with his legs crossed on the ground, and neither of them spoke anymore.
He felt that the attitude he showed was a bit OOC compared to that of a poor and innocent fourteen-year-old abducted boy, but he thought that his current identity did not leave any flaws.
Kawakami uses short-term disguise: that is, he does not wear a human skin mask, but uses cosmetics to adjust the facial features and skin color, and then applies special chemicals to fix it.
This kind of disguise lasts for a short time and has limited effect, but it has one advantage compared to human skin masks: authenticity.
Unless rinsed with a specific solution, there is no risk of exposure even if you use your nails to pick off your face.
Then consider the various actions he took while lurking: he could have untied the rope because it was not tied tightly; he could have cut the wires with rusty iron pieces obtained from the local area; the alarm could have been made by using the emergency call function of the mobile phone...
As for the scattered little things on Kawakami Tsumugi's body, with all due respect to him, if the other party could find them, he would definitely not be an ordinary person.
"Kawakami Tatsum!"
Suddenly someone knocked hard on the door, and the sound of "Kawakami" shocked Kawakami to the point that his hair stood on end. He trembled, as if he was frightened by the sudden sound.
No footsteps were heard and the room was well soundproofed.
The man in the trench coat responded lazily, and quickly stood up and left the room.
"Kawakami...Tatsu?" Kawakami, who was left alone in the room, muttered to himself.
"Kawakami" is not a common Japanese surname like "Sato", "Suzuki" or "Takahashi".
Considering that it is probably a pseudonym, this feeling of meeting my family... is very subtle.
As usual, Kawakami walked around the entire room. There was nothing else except a chair and a table.
Found no useful information.
Kawakami sat back down, and after reviewing the known information out of boredom, he closed his eyes to rest and fell into a standby state.
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According to Kawakami Tsumugi's judgment on his hunger level, he was locked up for nearly a day, and then the man named Kawakami Tatsumi took him out of the room.
"I can walk by myself! You&$*@#&..."
Kawakami fluently cursed a series of curse words and successfully got a hand knife.
When he woke up again he was in the car, dumped in the trunk of the van just as he had come.
They were tied tightly and their mouths were gagged.
The van's windows were covered with privacy film, but Kawakami could see the scenery outside the van.
"They should be evacuating to other strongholds." Kawakami thought, "So the phone call I made still had some effect. But this route... is to Miwa Town?"
It is indeed Yoneka Town.
After arriving at the destination, Kawakami Tatsumi blindfolded him, but the fleeting environment still allowed Kawakami Tatsumi to confirm his position.
The man in the trench coat kept holding his collar. This time, Kawakami didn't make any fuss and allowed the other party to lock him up.
Solitary confinement.
In order to adapt to the state of normal people who are hungry and thirsty, Kawakami looked depressed. After not having a drop of water or a grain of rice in the past two days, he finally got two small pieces of toast and a small bottle of water.
He frowned secretly.
Kawakamiji doesn't eat food that has been handled by others. It's more like a feeling of discomfort than vigilance, just like some people can't hear the sound of fingernails hitting a blackboard.
Sealed food in bags is acceptable, as well as ramen, octopus balls, etc. where you can watch the entire production process. Unopened food handed over by others is not acceptable. Even if you open it yourself, if you don’t finish eating Kawakamiji the first time, you won’t eat it again next time.
Fortunately, the man in the trench coat did not watch him eat, so Kawakami just drank water, then patiently broke the toast into pieces and mixed them into the dust on the ground.
As long as the water is kept flowing, two days will not be the limit that Kawakami can endure.
"I just don't know how fast Belmode can move."
After finishing the food, Kawakami made a habit of walking around the cell to check on the spots.
"And how quickly the Japanese police acted."
