Two black sedans sped down the road.

In the afternoon, the sun was just right, the temperature warmed up, and the leg joints of the female high school students on the side of the road were not so stiff.

"Captain, here's a list of people who have already taken the medication."

Sakaki sat in the front driver's seat, flipped through the review list handed by Kento Naoi.

On the list, there are three names, which are:

Yoshio Takeshi.

Shoji Nomoto.

Shinichi Kudo.

Of the three names, Sakaki only knew Kudo Shinichi, and the other two were extremely unfamiliar, and they had never even heard of them.

"Our mission today is to go to the homes of these three people and investigate."

Kento Naoi, a part-time driver and junior brother, said:

"Whose house shall we go to first?"

"Who's the closest?"

Sakaki asked rhetorically.

"Hmm..."

Kento Naoi thought for a moment:

"Yoshio Takeshi, whose family lives in a building in 14 4-chome of Rice Flower Town, is the closest to us, only 20 minutes away."

"Shoji Nomoto, a rental apartment in 1-chome 5-banji in Yonehanamachi, is the farthest away from us."

"As for Kudo Shinichi, he lives in a villa in 2-21 Banji, Yone-cho, which is a residential area with many people, so it is inconvenient for us to move."

The investigation must have been carried out in secret, and Sakaki did not think that Gin would agree to their forcible break-into of someone else's home in broad daylight.

The neighbors will call the police.

"Then go to the nearest Takeshi Yoshio house first."

Sakaki closed the folder.

"Yes."

At 3:30 p.m., the car stopped next to a small two-story building.

This two-storey building, with its own courtyard, is called a one-family building, suitable for a family of three, usually far away from the city, surrounded by seclusion, and travel by tram.

It is also the most suitable residence for migrant workers.

Like this kind of single-family building, the price is naturally not cheap, and a 200-square-meter one-family building is already at the level of tens of millions of yuan.

If you are in the city, the price will increase several times.

After glancing at the name plate on the door and confirming that it was Yoshio Takeshi's home, Kento Naoi and Ryohei Kimura stepped forward and pushed open the iron door.

Standing in front of the door, Ryohei Kimura pulled out the lock-picking toolbox.

Kento Naoi stretched his neck and was responsible for looking at the wind, and the three of them were responsible for eye contact and soy sauce, with a clear division of labor.

Click!

"It's on!"

In less than a few minutes, the door lock was picked open, and the speed was so fast that Sakaki Makoto couldn't help but wonder if Ryohei Kimura was a professional locksmith.

The organization is full of talents....

The five of them entered a building, took out their shoe covers and gloves, and stepped onto the dusty floor of the entrance.

There was a flocculent material floating in the air that was visible to the naked eye, and the blockage could be clearly felt in one breath, and Makise Red Risui sneezed.

"Put it on."

Shiho Miyano took out the mask from his pocket and gave it to Makoto Sakaki and Makise Hongrisu.

Ryohei Kimura and Kento Naoi had already pushed open the door and entered the various rooms to begin their search.

Sakaki Makoto sees it now and understands it.,What an investigation....

It sounds good, but it is actually to see if the person has died after taking the drug.

But....

Sakaki looked at the dusty, unpopular house, and immediately guessed what happened to Yoshio Takeshi.

He clearly didn't have the luck of Shinichi Kudo.

This house, no one has been here for a long time.

20 minutes go by in a flash.

Ryohei Kimura and Kento Naoi, who had thoroughly searched the house, walked back and shook their heads at Makoto Sakaki:

"Identification, clothing, furniture, food, shoes, all remain in their original condition."

"There is no trace of life."

"Confirmed dead."

Sakaki turned around expressionlessly:

"Let's go."

He didn't want to talk nonsense with Kento Naoi and Ryohei Kimura.

Gin's task was simple, so simple that he suspected that it was just a formality.

Because people who take tissue drugs have only a dead end.

Except for the known special example of Shinichi Kudo.

However, Gin they didn't know about it, and with the proof of multiple previous cases, it was only to be safe to investigate again.

See if you miss the net.

If a person does not die after taking the drug, he will definitely return to his home or seek help from others as soon as possible, and take the money and flee from the capital.

As long as the property, clothes, and passport of the family have not been touched, then the person is likely to be dead.

As for getting smaller...

In broad daylight, Lang Lang Qiankun, doing these strange things ....

Who would have thought about it!

The car drove towards 1-chome Yonkacho.

The route has already been designed.

First go to Yoshio Takeshi's house, and then go to Nomoto Masaharu's house, which is the farthest away, and then turn around and walk back, and after checking on the Fujishin family along the way, you can return to the research institute.

The distance between 1-chome and 4-chome is relatively long, so it takes about 1 and a half hours without a direct train.

During this period, Sakaki did not talk to Shiho Miyano, at most exchanging a few glances.

On the contrary, it was Makise Hongliqi, who was sitting next to her, staring at Sakaki Cheng from beginning to end, and her calm gaze made Sakaki Cheng a little uncomfortable.

It feels like....

The cats look the same as when they see outsiders.

Nomoto Shoji's home is similar to that of Yoshio Takeshi's, with dusty floors and walls that make it clear that it has been uninhabited for a long time.

All the food in the refrigerator was expired, and the mailbox outside the door was stuffed with reminder bills.

Because of the overdue payment, the electricity has been stopped.

"Confirmed death."

Kento Naoi crossed out the name of Shoji Nomoto on the folder with a red pen.

Winter days are short-lived.

By seven o'clock in the evening, the sky had completely darkened.

Five people and two cars arrived at the Kudo Mansion, located at 2-chome 21 in Rice Flower Town.

As soon as he got out of the car, Makoto was shocked by Kudo Shinichi's home.

In front of it is a typical British building, two stories high, covering an area of more than 1,000 square meters, and the concrete courtyard wall is lined with broken glass to prevent thieves from trying to climb into the courtyard.

Looking at this luxurious building, Sakaki finally understood....

Why would Brother Kudo help the police solve the case for free.

This big business....

At first glance, you don't have to worry about running out of money to spend!

"Who are you?"

A slightly chubby old man with gray hair, standard Mediterranean, black round-framed eyes, and a white lab coat appeared on the side of the road.

He held the paper bag of the convenience store and looked at Sakaki Cheng and the others very puzzled:

"Are you Shinichi's friends?"

Ryohei Kimura and Kento Naoi glanced at each other, sneered and asked:

"Old man, do you know Shinichi Kudo?"

"Of course, we're neighbors."

The old man pointed to the glass-roofed house next to Kudo's residence:

"I also have a good relationship with Shinichi's parents...."

"Who are you?"

Kento Naoi put his hand in his arms, laughed darkly, and stepped forward:

"We... We are...."

"A friend of Shinichi Kudo."

Sakaki raised his hand to stop Naoi Kento and glanced at the old man in front of him:

"Shinichi Kudo, have you been home lately?"

"We have something to look for him."

When he said the words, Sakaki deliberately accentuated "we", hoping that the innocent old man in front of him would understand what he meant.

Hurry out of this place of right and wrong.