"She told me to take care of myself? Hahahahahaha..."
Kawakamiji relayed what Scotland had said slowly, and then laughed inexplicably. His shoulders trembled until he laughed until his whole body shrank on the chair.
Scotland watched in silence, unable to guess which nerve Kashasha was poked at.
"Thank you ~ Zhiguang-kun. This is very interesting news."
As if the stop button had been pressed, the gray-haired young man instantly returned to normal, and even solemnly thanked Scotland.
He took off his plain glasses, wiped the fog from the lenses with his cuffs, and put them back on.
"You can go back. Let's go." Kawakami said, jumping up from the bench.
So funny. Kawakami thought, he felt inexplicably being defeated by Scotland.
This unexpected pleasure made it difficult for him to restrain himself.
Kawakami thought about how Scotland would explain it. He simulated several answers through empathy and ranked them in order of merit.
The answer given by Scotland was the optimal solution expected by Kawakami.
Belmode did not send anyone to respond to them at all. This was Kawakami's excuse for Scotland, and it was also a point that the other side could take advantage of.
Scotland could have taken advantage of the situation and regarded Bourbon as someone sent by Belmode.
So not only was there no problem with Scotland's meeting with Bourbon, it was even with his "tacit approval".
It does not rule out that Scotland did not "play the trick" at all, but simply listened to Kawakami's prevarication.
Of course, Kawakami didn't think so. After all, during the trial period of nearly a week as a partner, Scotland's acumen was in line with his expectations for his partner.
So Scotland has passed this level. Kawakami thought lazily.
Belmod's reaction was also what he expected. He probably thought that he was going to do something unexpectedly again - anyway, Belmode was not surprised by this kind of thing.
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Kawakami returned to his room, looked around, and checked the eavesdropping and camera equipment in every corner.
The scene is the same as when I left, confirmed.
After confirming that it was safe, the gray-haired young man relaxed. He folded the quilt into a bag and got in himself.
Scotland went to the public restaurant on the second floor to finish dinner; Kawakami didn't have much appetite and decided to eat all the remaining lemon candies and read the remaining half of the mystery novel.
Art comes from life. The recent cases that Kawakami encountered led him to start studying the art of detective.
Kawakami put his left hand into his jacket pocket and touched something strange to the touch, like paper.
As far as Kawakami knew, he shouldn't have such a thing in his pocket.
He drew his hand back as if it had been burned by fire.
how come? who is it? when? There is currently no abnormality in the body. The paper is usually used for communication. It cannot be ruled out that the poison on it is smeared on contact...
To prevent accelerating the spread of the poison - if at all. Kawakami took out the universal antidote from his coat pocket very slowly, shook out one pill, and drank it.
After being frozen for nearly ten minutes, I felt that my body and mind were fine.
Kawakami stood up quickly, rushed to the hotel bathroom as quickly as possible, washed the fingertips of his left hand three times with the special solution he brought with him, and put on tactical gloves.
Then he took out the anti-virus mask from his luggage.
This is a cautious habit developed by Kawakami in the research team. After successfully avoiding several fatal situations, this habit has evolved into a habit.
After finishing the equipment, Tsumugi Kawakami took out the thing, and it was a...blank envelope.
There is no signature. It is on good-quality letter paper, smooth, and has an inconspicuous pattern engraved on it. It seems to be some kind of flower. I have never seen it before, and there is no sealing wax.
Kawakami took a closer look and smelled it. The envelope was still coquettishly coated with fragrance. He didn't know much about fragrance, so he couldn't tell what it smelled like.
Elaborate, nostalgic, with a sense of ritual, most likely male, narcissistic, perhaps with a performative personality, probably engaged in the art industry, at least one identity will not be unknown...
And it is impossible for such a person to send a letter without sealing it with wax.
Acting in a hurry? Did it happen on purpose?
Kawakami gave a rough profile of the people behind the scenes, and suddenly thought of the time he teased Calvados.
Tsk, mysterious news that suddenly appeared. He thought very seriously about whether this was retribution for this world.
Kawakami Tsumugi had said before that so far no one had been able to approach him without being noticed when he was conscious.
This is not a boast, but a fact. Then there can only be another situation:
The messenger approached him without his knowledge.
Thinking of this, Kawakami opened the envelope:
[To the gray ghost above the mist:
I will take your life.
Yours sincerely, Spider]
"Spider?"
Seeing the signature at the end, Kawakami smiled.
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"If it's an illusion, all doubts will be solved." Kawakami's fingers tapped on the table.
"Even including Michiko Motoshima's strange suicide. It seems that Miss Motoshima may have seen something that she shouldn't have seen."
The word spider has many interpretations.
A collective name for a group of eight-legged arthropods, some kind of playing cards, anime characters, a whole series of movies with the same name...
But the "Spider" whom Kawakami met unilaterally was an internationally renowned killer who had been active in Europe.
According to the organization's intelligence records, the Spider's external identity is the world-famous illusionist Günter von Goldberg II.
If the winery's information was not distorted, the spider's illusion could be described as magic.
Stay up late and lemon drops are the perfect pairing. Kawakami Tsugumi entered the hotel's management system and spent half an hour going through all the monitoring from yesterday - it was past midnight. Eventually he settled on a candidate.
He was a tall, blond man. An hour before the incident, Michiko Motoshima passed by him. In addition, Kudo Shinichi also had a relationship with that man.
The blond man seemed to anticipate what Tsuyoshi Kawakami might do, and he gave a brief smile to the camera.
Ordinary people may not be able to tell the clues, only that the man thought of something happy, but Kawakamiji smelled provocation in it.
Publicity and confidence.
If the spider's magic is really as magical as the organization's intelligence, the person who sent him this letter should be the little detective.
Kawakami recalled the elbow in the control room.
People are instinctively wary of strangers of the same kind, and Kawakami is even more so. But if you were already familiar with someone like Kawakami Tsumugi, you wouldn't be so alert.
"And, 'The gray ghost above the fog'. Tsk, this title is so good..."
Kawakami would not admit that this was his favorite style: "Unless this killer has the habit of giving nicknames to mission targets, Spider and I may have met before."
Another friendship of unknown origin.
There have always been people who want Kawakami Tsumugi's life. There was a colleague in the research team in the past. Now Gin is always pointing a gun at his head, so Kawakami Tsumugi has adapted well to the spider's declaration.
"The mission is important, let's put the spider thing aside."
Kawakami thought this while taking his fingerprints from the envelope.
