The next day, early morning.
Kawakami Tsumugi sat in the cab and breathed heavily.
Scotland, who was in the passenger seat, was horrified as he watched his partner, who was about to fall asleep, drive with squinted eyes, avoiding pedestrians and vehicles.
Scotland was ready to pull the handbrake and grab the steering wheel at any time. He didn't want to be defeated in a traffic accident before he left the undercover.
Miraculously, Kashasha didn't cause any accidents and drove to his destination safely.
"What on earth did you do yesterday?" Scotland couldn't hold it back and asked.
Originally, seeing Kashasha looking like he was on the verge of sudden death, Scotland proposed to let him drive, but Kawakami said, "I don't want to, you don't know the road." He voted down.
He was still planning to continue arguing, so Kawakami got into the cab and started the car.
It's quite the attitude that if you don't agree, just walk over by yourself.
"If we expand it, ha-" Kawakami Tsumugi yawned again, "It's too complicated and exciting, and we don't have that much time, so I won't go into details here."
To say this is to say nothing. Scotland rolled his eyes: "Don't tell me you stayed up late watching movies again."
"Why are you so pessimistic? You always think the worst about people." The gray-haired young man complained softly, "I'm so sleepy, Scotland..."
Killers like Spider are not satisfied with just sending a murder notice. In addition, they may know each other, and the probability of the envelope carrying additional information is greater.
So Kawakami analyzed the envelope and letter paper all over and found a row of inconspicuous dots from the edge of the envelope.
Morse code was re-encrypted at least twice. It took Kawakami fourteen minutes to accurately translate these.
The message revealed by the riddle is very intriguing:
Spider asked him to meet at the top of the Eiffel Tower at one o'clock the day after tomorrow.
The assassination must have been done unconsciously. Was this killer planning to fight him one-on-one? Kawakami Tsumugi complained.
As for why he stayed up late...well, it had little to do with spiders.
Tsumugi Kawakami still couldn't resist the temptation and finished reading half of the mystery novel. It's a pity that he didn't bring the next copy, otherwise he would stay up even later.
So Scotland's thinking is still narrow-minded, and he actually thinks that he will only stay up late and watch movies.
After all, they came from Japan, and the people from the F country branch were local snakes. Therefore, going to the weapons depot still required the guidance of a "local".
To be honest, Kawakami didn't know who the "local" was, but he was not worried. He leaned against a street lamp near the meeting point and began to catch up on his sleep.
"I'll leave the connection to you, Scotland." The gray-haired young man said sleepily, "You seem to be quite good at this."
He is good at joints, and combined with what happened yesterday, it was more like a kind of ridicule, but Kashasha's tone was very serious.
After a while, the gray-haired young man's breathing became longer, as if he was really asleep.
Scotland sighed and shouldered the responsibility of observing the environment without complaint.
He knows that Kashasha is not simple, but sometimes - such as now, he really wonders how Kawakami Ji has survived in the organization until now.
The two waited for about ten minutes, and Scotland watched the hands of the watch rotate one by one. There were no people around who were dressed in a way that could be associated with the organization. He couldn't help but wonder if something was wrong.
At this moment, a red Maserati stopped in front of them.
Scotland was about to wake Kawakami, but the owner of the Maserati rolled down the window first.
A pistol protruded from the crack in the car window. The bullet came out of the chamber and shot towards the gray-haired young man leaning against the street lamp.
Scotland's heart was in his throat. He quickly pulled Kawakami to the side and was about to fight back, but Kawakami held down his right hand that was about to draw the gun.
"Thank you for your help, Scotland." The tone of the gray-haired young man was still sleepy, but he had already woken up. "It's a pity that it's one of our own people who came. Tsk, it seems that there is no one in the F country branch."
"So you are still alive, Kashasha, what a pity."
The car window rolled down completely, revealing the face of a woman with red hair and sunglasses.
"Good morning, Grenache." Kawakami greeted him nonchalantly, looking back at the lamppost that was embedded with bullets.
"As far as I know, the only thing that likes to leave marks on street light poles is some kind of furry canine creature...the common name is probably a dog?"
Grenache's face darkened: "You'd better die."
"Okay, okay." Kawakami opened the door and got in, leaving a seat for Scotland. "For the sake of friendship among colleagues, I will reluctantly condone your excessive request."
Grenache snorted coldly and said no more.
Garnacha is a member of the intelligence team. She is active in Europe and is currently stationed in country F. She is responsible for the organization's intelligence closing, capital chain operation and personnel identity protection.
To put it bluntly: They specialize in monitoring, money laundering, and issuing false certificates.
Kawakami had some issues with Grenache, which directly led to him not going through the winery channel when applying for a fake identity for Scotland.
Because Grenache may step in to cause trouble and do it flawlessly.
Don’t get me wrong, Tsumugi Kawakami is not afraid of Grenache. The main reason is that the three sets of false identities are for Scotland. Giving a potentially flawed identity to his partner is not in line with Kawakami Tsumugi’s way of doing things.
As for the reason for the feud, Tsuyoshi Kawakami no longer remembers it. He didn't mention it in his summary, which means it shouldn't be important.
By the way, Scotland would be best reminded of this.
Thinking of this, Kawakamiji sent an email to Scotland:
[Grenache is from the intelligence team and has some issues with me. She might try to trick you, so be careful. ——Cachaca]
[Thanks. Is it a big festival? ——Scotch]
[Maybe, I don’t know what that woman thinks. ——Cachaca]
Have you had any holidays with Kashasha? Scotland noted this bit of information and recalled what Grenache looked like.
If you have the opportunity, you can contact Lingcha to check.
Scotland tapped sideways to extract more information.
[I want to ask in what ways might Grenache trick me? ——Scotch]
[Don't worry, she is not responsible for providing intelligence, but is responsible for the finishing work of the members of the action team, as long as you do not leave personal information when performing the task. ——Cachaca]
Continuing to inquire may arouse suspicion, so Scotland will stop as soon as possible.
[OK. ——Scotch]
............
The two of them didn't seem to have any trouble at all.
Because Kashacha closed his eyes, tilted his head, and started to catch up on his sleep again, as if he wasn't worried about what Grenache would do to him.
The ride was a bit bumpy. Grenache made a sharp turn and Kawakami was thrown towards the car door.
For the sake of his partner, Scotland pulled Kawakami over and helped him avoid the fate of hitting his head on the glass window.
"Humph, I got deceived again."
Grenache, who observed Scotland and Kawakami through the rearview mirror, snorted coldly.
"What?" Scotland asked politely, not hearing clearly.
"I mean," the red-haired woman who was driving raised her voice, "I was deceived by that disgustingly hypocritical guy again."
