"Mr. McCarthy had a double-edged dagger with two letters engraved on it. Pen @ fun @ pavilion wWw. ｂｉｑUｇE。 Ishibashi said with a gloomy face, "C and S, you are familiar with these two letters, right? C is your English name courtney, S is your surname, Xiyuan Temple! We all know that you are the only one who is good at using a double-edged dagger, and only you like to engrave these two letters on a dagger." ”

"You mean, I killed Mr. McCarthy?"

Saionji's shocked expression almost made Ishibashi shake, but in the next second, Ishibashi stabilized his emotions. "In addition to the evidence, your fingerprints were also found at the scene, which were on the murder weapon. ”

"But, but. Xionji stammered, "Why did I kill Mr. McCarthy?

"For the sake of money, is this reason okay?" Ishibashi sneered, "$9.6 million, no wonder you want to kill someone." ”

"$9.6 million?"

Xiyuanji's eyes widened, and his mixed-race face made the ugly-looking Ishibashi look more and more unpleasant, "We have checked your account, and the money has been remitted, and the time is 3 hours ago, which happens to be the time of Mr. McCarthy's death." ”

"The more I listened, the more confused I became. Xiyuan Temple shouted, "I don't know what you're talking about!"

Ishibashi sighed, as if he thought that Saionji's acting skills were amazing. He took out his phone, clicked it a few times, and then showed it to Xiyuan Temple, "This is your account, right? ”

Xiyuan Temple was dumbfounded, "This is indeed my account, but why didn't I receive a transfer reminder? I don't even know about it! This money has nothing to do with me!"

"Maybe you deliberately canceled the balance change alert in advance. ”

Ishibashi's smiling appearance made Xiyuanji feel scared, "Ishiqiao, you've known me for so many years, do you think I'm that kind of person?"

"I don't know. Ishibashi said irritably, "All I know is that Mr. McCarthy did die under your knife." ”

"Someone else can steal my dagger, and I don't have only one dagger!" Xiyuan Temple was very anxious, and his voice became a little louder.

"So, how do you explain this?" Ishibashi said, opening a video on his phone and pressing play.

In the video, a man in a hat and a turtleneck jacket sip whiskey at the New-York-Bar at the Park Hyatt, and then he talks to the waiter. The picture flashed, and the two walked into the elevator together.

Then, the screen switches again, and the man takes the champagne from the waiter's hand and walks straight to the end of the hallway. He knocked on McCarthy's door, quickly smashed the person inside with a bottle, and broke in. A few minutes later, he left the room.

To Xiyuanji's shudder, the man in the picture is very similar to him, and even if it is covered by a peaked cap, you can still faintly see the deep outline that is unique to the half-breed.

"Don't tell me that there happens to be a man who looks like you, who is about the same height and size, and who happens to have your own dagger, and who happens to know the room where Mr. McCarthy is staying! The best thing is that on Mr. McCarthy's bed, there is a note, which is the cash register after you and Mr. McCarthy met in the café yesterday! Don't you think this is a hint that Mr. McCarthy left us?"

Shiqiao's ridicule left Saionji speechless, and he lowered his head, and after a long while, he asked in a dumb voice, "If I said that all this was a conspiracy designed by someone else against me, you wouldn't believe it, would you?"

"Do you have any proof?" Ishibashi said sarcastically, "or do you want me to help you find it?"

"However, you haven't used force against me yet, which means that you still believe in me a little, right?" Xiyuan Temple said excitedly, "Give me a little time, and I will soon be able to prove that I was framed!"

"I don't use force, it's for the sake of you and I who used to be colleagues, I hope you don't embarrass me too much. Ishibashi laughed, "You don't think I'm on your side, do you?"

Xiyuan Temple said helplessly: "Okay, then, can you let me change my clothes?" He looked at the nightgown on his body, "Leave me a little dignity, don't let me go with you so embarrassed." ”

Ishibashi said warily, "You know we've surrounded this house, right?"

"Of course I do. Xiyuan Temple said sadly, "I just want to change my clothes, it won't take a few minutes." ”

Ishibashi pressed the walkie-talkie button in his jacket pocket, "Honma, Miyata, you two come in." ”

Soon, two heavily armed young guards walked in.

"Search him, then follow him upstairs, watch him change his clothes, and then take him down, be careful. After Ishihashi finished speaking, he smiled at Xiyuan Temple again, "In this way, are you still satisfied?"

"Thank you. Xiyuan Temple said in a low voice.

A few minutes later, the stone bridge waiting downstairs suddenly heard a dull "thud". Ishibashi was shocked, and rushed up the stairs in a few steps, and at a glance he saw Miyata banging desperately on the bathroom door.

"What about people?" Ishibashi asked angrily.

"He said he was going to change it in the toilet. Honma said timidly, "We checked beforehand, and the windows are locked. ”

"Bastard! this is his house!he's sure he can open it!" Ishibashi was furious, "Hurry down, chase!" Then, he shouted at the walkie-talkie, "Saionji has run, all pay attention!" With that, he hurried downstairs.

After Seonji climbed out of the toilet window, he jumped to the ground with the eaves. His movements were very light, and when he landed behind the guard under the eaves, who just lowered his head and lit a cigarette. Saionji covered the guard's mouth with one hand and cut the guard's neck with the other—a double-edged dagger he had hidden under the sink in the bathroom.

Xiyuan Temple looked around vigilantly, and then ran along a dark alley behind the house. As he was about to run out of the alley, he heard sporadic gunshots behind him.

Xiyuan Temple gritted his teeth and ran out of the alley in one go.

It was already eleven o'clock in the evening, but the area where he lived was quite prosperous, and he saw a Jinfeng Comfort parked on the side of the road at a glance. He pulled open the door and sat in the back seat.

"Drive!"

The driver was a white man with curly ochre-colored hair who seemed to be dozing off. He turned his head, his grey eyes wide, and looked at the mysterious uninvited guest: a silk nightgown with a copper coin pattern, with a large hole in the hem and a slipper missing, and the bare foot was dirty, as if it had run through an inaccessible wasteland.

The driver was surprised and said, "Sir, are you mistaken......

"Shut up and drive!" Xiyuan Temple flashed his dagger.

The driver grimaced, apparently not afraid of the small dagger. He was just about to scold and let the crazy guy in the back get out of his car, when one of the exterior mirrors of Jinfeng Comfort was blown up.

A group of heavily armed men rushed out of the alley, each with a pistol on their faces.

For a moment, countless bullets pierced the night sky, as if the Grim Reaper was playing the overture of the revenant.

Saionji crouched down, bullets frantically hitting the car and rear window, shards of glass scattered everywhere like collapsed building blocks.

The driver's reaction was much quicker than Saionji thought. He bent down, then slammed on the accelerator, and the car rushed out like an arrow that didn't know the date of return.

As the car drove onto another road, Xiyuanji suddenly felt a sharp pain near his shoulder, and when he looked down, he realized that blood had stained his nightgown, and a stray bullet hit his shoulder blade.

"Where?" the driver shouted nervously.

Saionji's consciousness began to blur, as if he had fallen into an ambiguous dream. He tried to pull himself together, but his mouth felt like someone had put a seal on it, and he couldn't open it.

The wind at night poured into the car, and Saionji felt very cold.

The driver gave him a nervous look and shouted, "Hell!"

"His Japanese is so good. Xiyuan Temple looked out the window in a daze, thinking about whether there was a match or not. More and more, he felt that he was dreaming: Didn't I just stay at home in Tokyo? Oh, by the way, someone was chasing me, and I escaped. But it was also on the bustling street of Shirokanedae.

But now, in the hazy night outside the window, he could see countless tombstones like lonely ghosts.

Where is this? Cemetery?

Suddenly, a sharp tearing pain spread from his shoulder to his whole body, and he couldn't hold on any longer, and his eyes went black, and he fainted.

A few minutes later, a pair of strong hands dragged Saionji out of the back seat of the car.

When Saionji's bare foot touched the cold ground, he woke up completely. He opened his eyes and saw the white driver carrying him and dragging him into an eerie building.

The wind ruffled his dressing gown, and he suddenly realized that he was not wearing pants and that his lower body was still naked. But he was not ashamed, and the severe gunshot wound made him forget the dignity of a man for a while.

"Where is this?" he asked, with difficulty.

"Don't talk, save some effort. "The driver's words were concise, but they carried a lot of weight.

The driver took Saionji into a room, then helped him to a table and lay him down.

"I don't have any anesthetic, so please bear with me. With that, the driver stepped aside. Xiyuan Temple heard the driver rummaging through the cabinets looking for something, and he moved his arm weakly, and then fainted again.

Severe pain awakens Saionji.

He lay on the table, his eyes wide, and he felt that the driver was dancing on his shoulders with tweezers in one hand and scalpel in the other.

"You...... Ah!" Xiyuan Temple was so painful that tears were about to come out, "What are you doing?"

"Get the bullets for you. The driver replied, "Don't worry, it's not the first time I've done this." ”

This comfort did not make Xiyuan Temple feel better, but made him more afraid, "What are you...... What do you mean?"

The driver clamped the bullet with tweezers, "Don't move. ”

"!" Xiyuan Temple scolded in pain, "Are you going to do it?"

The driver didn't speak, but picked up a metal container at hand and knocked Xiyuan Temple unconscious. Then, with a hard pull, he pulled the bullet out.

Half an hour later, Saionji woke up. He struggled to sit up, then looked at the driver next to him, touched the back of his head, and said hatefully, "Damn!

"You're lucky, the bullet is still a little bit close to the bone, otherwise, if you break the shoulder blade, you'll have to take it. The driver said coldly, "Also, my car is finished." ”

Xiyuan Temple gasped weakly, "Is there any water?"

The driver glared at him, then stepped aside, turned on the faucet, and took half a glass of water.

Xiyuan Temple took the water cup and drank it in a big gulp. He drank half a glass of water in one gulp before saying, "I will compensate you." ”

"You?" the driver sneered, "You're dying, and you're still thinking about paying for my car?" he said unkindly, but he reached out to examine Saionji's wound.

Xiyuanji pretended not to hear his taunt, "When I get in touch with my friend, it's all easy to say." ”

"Who's chasing you?" the driver sat down in his chair and looked at him, "Are you half-blooded, Rimi?"

Xiyuan Temple wanted to get a good night's sleep, but he didn't dare to take it lightly. Although the driver saved his life, he was still suspicious of the driver. "Before I answer you, can you tell me why you saved me?"

The driver's face turned cold, he was silent for a few seconds, and then said, "Would you like to have some wine?"

Xiyuanji looked at him in surprise, "Can I drink now?"

"Of course not!" said the driver, walking to a cupboard. He opened the cabinet door and pulled out a bottle of wine. He seemed to hesitate after unscrewing the lid, then he unscrewed the cap again, put the bottle back in the cupboard, and slammed the door shut.

Saionji looked at the small room: it was a semi-open kitchen, with not many things, but it was very neatly organized. The furnishings in the kitchen fully reflect the aesthetic of a single man - black, white, and gray.

"I'm a doctor. There was infinite sadness in the driver's gaze, "To be exact, I used to be a doctor." ”

Xiyuanji blinked, "What did you mean?"

"Something happened and I couldn't hold a scalpel anymore. The driver laughed mockingly, "My hands are not very steady because of drinking." He hung his head, "Because my wife was stealing behind my back, I drank heavily, and later, I killed a patient." ”

Xiyuan Temple said sympathetically: "No wonder you want to open a rental now." ”

"You can't drink alcohol while driving. The driver looked up and said, "I haven't touched a bottle for two years, three months and eight days." ”

"But you just ......," Xionji hesitated for a few seconds, "anyway, thank you." ”

"Thanks. The driver said dismissively, "If I hadn't driven away, I would have been lying in the morgue by now! ”

"I'll compensate you!" Xiyuanji held back the pain and said firmly, "Please believe me!"

"Forget it, you'd better heal your injuries first. The driver didn't seem to care about his words, "But you have to tell me, why are so many people chasing you, and who are you?"