Yokohama City, end of November 18.

The most famous five-star hotel in the city center, on the 26th floor, in the quiet corridor, a young waiter held a tray full of ice cubes and a 3L volume of ice buckets in his left hand, and he walked forward slowly, he politely and very professionally greeted every guest who came and went around, bowed humbly, bowed his head slightly, and walked straight to the target of his trip - room 2666.

It was a presidential suite, and at the door stood two bodyguards in black suits with grim faces. One of them raised his hand to stop him and began a routine body search, which he showed a high degree of cooperation; The other looked at him vigilantly, picked up an ice cube from the ice bucket, looked at it, smelled it, took out a knife, scraped off a layer of frost, put it in his mouth and licked it, waited for a few seconds and felt that there was no problem, and at the same time, the man who searched his body also confirmed that it was safe, and the two nodded and let go.

Pressing the doorbell and pushing open the door, the sound of heavy metal music inside was almost suffocating, and the waiter had an embarrassed expression on his face, and glanced at the bodyguard on his left with some pity. The bodyguard was very displeased when he saw this, and immediately turned his head, gritted his teeth, and made a threatening expression of hurrying in. The waiter was helpless, so he had to nod his head and gently answer "Haiyi" before stepping into the room.

There was a circle of men and women sitting on the sofa in the living room, and the waiter kept his head down, not daring to raise his eyes, with a respectful and humble expression, but he knew that the highest status here was the middle-aged man in a black kimono sitting in the middle, and he was staring at himself up and down. Xiaobu stepped forward, knelt down, put down the ice bucket with both hands, gently pushed forward, and said softly: "ゆっくり使ってください (please use slowly)", saluted, got up, bowed and retreated to the door, opened the door, exited the room, saluted the two bodyguards, turned around and walked to the corner of the floor, leaving the sight of the two.

At this time, the waiter exhaled softly, still with unhurried steps, went straight to the fire escape, opened the door, entered, closed the door, confirmed that there was no surveillance, and quickly took off the green hat, took off an ugly waiter costume, revealing a light casual dress with a close-fitting texture inside. His hands gently tore under his neck a few times, and he slowly peeled off a layer of skin-like things from his face, revealing a clean, ordinary, harmless face from humans and animals, but completely different from just now! He kneaded it and put it in his pocket, and the clothes and hats were rolled into a small ball and put into a casual airline handbag that he had pulled out of his pocket, and by this time, he was completely traveler. Walk briskly downstairs, two floors, push open the fire door and walk into the corridor, the pace is brisk. Go straight, turn left, swipe the door of room 2415 with a magnetic card, push the door, enter the door, and close the door.

My name is Sun Qilan, of course, you can also call me Suzuki Qilan, Chinese-Japanese. The Chinese name was given by my father, and he said that I was a wooden life, but the five elements lacked wood, so I gave this name and filled with wood. When I was five years old, my father smuggled me from my hometown on the Jiaodong Peninsula to Dongying to join Uncle Shinji Suzuki, a hardcore brother who was said to be many years ago.

The reason is a bit bloody - in our hometown, we offended people who couldn't afford to offend at all, which also directly led to the separation of our mother and son until today. When my father arrived in Japan, he was seriously injured and survived for three months. I was about five years old and less than six years old, and I was so scared that I couldn't cry at all, I just sat in a daze. Until Uncle Suzuki asked me, do you want to avenge my father? I didn't understand what revenge meant, but I knew that my father asked me to do everything to Uncle Suzuki's arrangement before he died, so I nodded subconsciously.

My life changed.

The next day, I left my kindergarten and moved with Uncle Suzuki to a villa-style apartment called "Morigen" on the outskirts of Yokohama.

The apartment was huge. Big enough to fit my entire childhood. Here, Uncle Suzuki taught me to learn languages, to learn Japanese, but also to learn Chinese, English, and he also taught me culture, art, history, and I also learned about disguise, chemistry, martial arts, firearms, and how to make people history......

Uncle Suzuki told me that he was studying here to train me to be a cleaner who specialized in cleaning up the unnecessary—just like my father did back then.

He said that I don't understand the rights and wrongs of this now, and I don't have to understand it in the future. For goals and commands, there are only three steps: execute, complete, and report.

Soon, I showed an amazing talent according to Uncle Suzuki – he said I was artistic. I don't know what art is, I just hate the face-to-face bloodshed in the instructional videos, and I don't like the practice of shooting at a distance, I think it's rude. I prefer to solve problems in a more elegant way, and there is no need to be so cruel because I don't have a deep grudge against the target.

It wasn't until I was 19 years old that Uncle Suzuki said I could graduate, and as a birthday gift, he handed me a bachelor's degree certificate with my photo on it and a bachelor's degree in international business from Yokohama University of Commerce. I don't know how this came about, but I got a job in an international trading company in the city with this booklet, and I was in charge of field work, and I traveled to East Asian countries all day long, and I actually did very well in a few years, and I became the section chief the year before last. At the same time, I didn't fall behind in my profession and lived up to Uncle Suzuki's expectations and eventually became a top-notch cleaner.

By this year, I'm on the verge of standing, and in the past ten years, I've cleared 43 goals for Uncle Suzuki. I never ask right from wrong, like I never leave a trace. Uncle Suzuki told me that whoever doesn't have to exist, I'll let him disappear from the family register. Then Uncle Suzuki gave me a large sum of money, enough money for me to be dashing for a long time. To be honest, I don't like this life, but I can't get tired of it, because I haven't forgotten to avenge my father! And also...... Find your mother......

Uncle Suzuki said he would talk to me about it when I was thirty. So I'm waiting, waiting for that day to come. I have already decided that when I avenge my father, I will quit this business and stay away from all this right and wrong and blood.

The target to be cleaned up today is named Kentaro Maeda, a leading figure in the local area. I was tasked a week ago that he had to disappear, and I started preparing. I get to the bottom of it, track it, eavesdrop on it...... used a lot of means, and found that many of his habits could be exploited, but they didn't find out what kind of person he was.

Maeda is 43 years old, ruthless, cautious, and unusually cautious. His residence changes day by day, but the people around him are all henchmen who have followed him for more than ten years. Everything he eats is specially inspected, and even tasted. It can be seen that he is very sorry for his life.

But I know that he has a hobby, and that is - he likes to drink cold drinks. Whether it's spring, summer, autumn or winter, he always has ice in his drinks.

Four days ago, I was listening to his bodyguard's phone call and learned that today, he was going to celebrate his mistress's birthday at this five-star hotel.

What a godsend.

Room 2666...... I came here yesterday and booked a room in the name of travel, two floors down from his room, the 24th floor. Last night, I infiltrated 2666 and did only one thing – cut three-quarters of the wires from the indoor ice machine. In this way, the ice machine can still be used, but it will not last long, and it will burn the remaining wiring in a while. For Kentaro Maeda, who is not happy without ice, the only way to get ice in this winter is to ask for help from the hotel.

So, there is what I just did.

Spices are added to the ice cubes - learning chemistry is useful, isn't it? It's not that hard to fool the bodyguards. So, Mr. Maeda must have been dead at this time. Maybe someone else with you. Hi, who knows? It doesn't matter to me whether it's right or wrong, it's just fate.