According to the police, the two deceased were unidentified persons, and the person living in the hotel room was Mr. Yan Murong, a representative of China who came to participate in the Chinese medicine competition. The police found Mr. Yan Murong's mobile phone and clothes in the room, but the person was nowhere to be found, and it was suspected that he had been kidnapped - I am Keiko Hoshino, a reporter for TV Tokyo. ”

By the time TV Tokyo's morning news broadcast broke, the whole of Tokyo was already in turmoil.

Yasuki Koizumi sat in his Honda police car, rubbing his aching temples with a distressed expression.

Originally, such a case did not require his personal involvement, but early in the morning, his mobile phone was almost blown up by his subordinates, and bad news came one after another.

First there was a kidnapping at the Tokyo Hotel, then a police report was received that an American living in the Tokyo Hotel had lost a limited-edition Humvee, and then someone called the police to say that a Mitsubishi SUV had crashed into his shop - and before it could be clarified, another bad news reached his ears - on the road from Tokyo to Hokkaido, the wreckage of a car that had been burned by fire, and there were two bodies that had been burned to the bones.

As the head of the Tokyo Metropolitan Police Department, Koizumi Yasuki had to take over the case, but when he arrived at the scene, he was told that the rain was too heavy yesterday and no useful clues could be found, and according to the DNA sampling report of the bodies in the car, the two deceased, like the two people in the hotel, were black households with no identity.

"Jingle bell—"

A cramped phone ringing interrupted Koizumi Yasuki's train of thought, and after picking up the phone with a frown, his face turned pale.

"It's over, it's over this time."

Until there was a busy sound on the other side of the phone, Koizumi Yasuki's face was still extremely ugly, and he was also like a nervous disorder, and his mouth kept muttering.

"Koizumi-kun, what's wrong? What's wrong with you? A policewoman sitting in the passenger seat asked anxiously. Koizumi-kun, don't scare me. ”

"It's over, it's over, it's over this time."

As if he hadn't heard it, Yasuki Koizumi kept repeating this sentence to himself, and the expression on his face became more and more ugly.

Just now, he received a call from the prime minister's secretary, who told him that the case had only given him 24 hours, that the case must be solved, and that no matter where the missing person was, he must be alive and not a single hair should be saved, otherwise, he would have to wait to take off his police uniform and go home to farm.

Originally, Koizumi Yasuki didn't understand why the prime minister would make a big deal about himself for a Chinese person, and issued such an almost threatening order, but when he knew the identity of the missing person, he became like this.

Two people are missing, a man and a woman.

The woman's name is Dong Wuyan, and she is the eldest lady of the Dong family in Hong Kong - this is not the key, the point is that the identity of the missing man is really terrifying.

Over the years, Huaxia and the island country have been friendly on the surface, but behind the scenes, they are inseparable, and all kinds of verbal battles have been broken, and now it is okay, this missing man is actually the grandson of the former leader of Huaxia - that old man's methods Koizumi Yasuki knows very well, if as a neutral, he has always admired that old man. But now, he had to worry about the old man's methods - once that person became angry, I was afraid that it was not only himself who was stripped of his police uniform this time, but even the island nation would suffer.

"Y-you go down."

After a while, Yasuki Koizumi came back to his senses, and said to the policewoman sitting in the co-pilot with a trembling voice. "Quick, you go and inform the Self-Defense Forces and ask them to block all the transportation routes in Tokyo, planes, cars, trains - as long as there is a way out of Tokyo, whether it is in the sky, on the ground or in the sea, it will be sealed for me, and not a single ant will let it run out for me, go, go!"

Under Koizumi's almost roaring order, the policewoman did not dare to speak, so she could only push the car door and run quickly into the distance.

"What should I do?"

Koizumi Yasuki sat on his seat as if he had run dozens of kilometers, sweating profusely, his eyes full of despair.

More than five hours had passed since the incident, and although he knew that the traffic blockade was no longer useful by this time, he did it anyway - at least, to give him a little comfort, and to pray silently that nothing would happen to the missing man and woman -

Tokyo Hotel, inside the Presidential Suite.

"Brother Zheng, this is someone putting on our heads." Li Yunxi looked at Zheng Wuming, who was sitting on the sofa expressionlessly, and said angrily.

Zheng Wuming didn't speak, but he knew in his heart that he was the most suspicious when something like this happened.

The day before, he had just had a conflict with Yan Murong, and he was still angry and spurted blood, and after a day, something like this happened, even if he had a mouth full of words, he couldn't tell it clearly - although he did have such an idea, and he did find Mitsui Yingjun, but before he could take actual action, someone implemented it before him.

"Who do you think it will be?" It took a long time before Zheng Wuming raised his head, looked at Li Yunxi and asked.

"Who else could it be? It must be that Mitsui handsome. Li Yunxi's face turned red. He's just trying to put a pot of on our heads. ”

"Maybe it's him." Zheng Wuming nodded and said in a deep voice. "But now that the police haven't looked for us, let's not mess with it – the more chaotic we are, the more suspicious we are."

"What then?" Li Yunxi asked urgently. "Why don't we go out and explain?"

"There's no hurry." Zheng Wuming shook his head and said. "Like you said, whoever the other party is, his purpose is to throw dirty water on us, and now it's just wet pants, but if we rush out and explain, then the whole body will be soaked - you also saw the news, two cars were destroyed, four people died, and a stolen Humvee. Don't you see anything from these few news? ”

"What can you see?" Li Yunxi looked inexplicable, paused, and then asked suspiciously. "You mean, that Hummer was driven away by Yan Murong?"

"It's obvious." Zheng Wuming smiled and nodded. "If someone wants to kill him, he will run for his life, and it is raining so hard outside, and he has a woman with him, and he can't escape on two legs - and, I know him, he won't die so easily."

"So what do we do now?" Li Yunxi sat on the sofa dejectedly and asked in a muffled voice.

"Call Ning Kun and ask him to inform his father to take over this matter, and then put pressure on the government of the island country."

"You're going to help him?" Li Yunxi asked in surprise.

"No, I'm not helping him." Zheng Wuming sat up straight, a smile on the corner of his mouth. "I just don't want the Yan family to take the opportunity to interfere."