The wine glass slammed on the glass table in the corner booth area, and the harsh sound frightened the people around them to shrug their shoulders involuntarily, and looked at the source of the sound in surprise.

The neon lights in the nightclub flashed, the dance floor played the song of the Japanese heavy metal band Loudness from the 80s, and Ryoichi Okubo put his hand on his lap to beat to the rhythm, and his whole body involuntarily shook to the music.

Opposite him, the owner of the nightclub and the proprietress and his wife were also shaking, but not because of the loud music, but because of the young man in a white suit and amber glasses in front of him.

"I remembered a joke." Ryo Okubo picked up the wine glass that had cracked the glass table, and poured a sip of liquor into his mouth: "You all know that people in our business value turf, right?" ”

The nightclub owner and his wife didn't dare to speak, just nodded like chaff.

Okubo Ryoi suddenly 'snapped', and the wine glass was pressed on the table, and a bigger crack was shaken: "If you ask you, you have to answer for me!" Bastard thing! ”

"Hey! Hi! I know, we all know, I'm sorry. The couple's heart shrank sharply, and if they hadn't sat on the sofa, they would have immediately sat down to apologize.

"Isn't that known? Answer me clearly next time you know, idiots, or the jokes won't be interesting!. Okubo looked at the two men with a blank expression.

"Hey! Hi! You say, you please say. The owner of the nightclub is an old fellow, but he sweats in the face of a man who can be his son at this age, and he doesn't even dare to pull out the handkerchief of his collar to wipe his sweat without the permission of the other party.

"I'm suddenly not interested in talking about it." Ryoichi Okubo said lightly: "Some seniors told me that telling a joke or two before talking about business will help the rest of the work go smoothly, but I have always felt that doing our business means putting a knife or a loaded gun in the waistband of my pants, but many times jokes can't make me miss a trip to the suit and dry cleaners or save a bullet." ”

The owner of the nightclub noticed the reason why Ryoichi Okubo was sitting, and a lump protruded from his waist, and of course he knew what was down there after being on the streets of Shinjuku for many years, and naturally understood that today's events would probably not be good.

Ryoichi Okubo came out of his arms with a pack of soft seven stars, shook one from it and held it in his mouth, and the nightclub proprietress trembled with her hands and feet with a reluctant smile on her face, holding a lighter to light a cigarette for him.

"There used to be a guy in our group who didn't have an eye." Ryoichi Okubo said: "He hid the members of the rival group at home, and after being discovered, he chose to cut his finger to apologize, and the team leader asked for his middle finger, and he cut off the middle finger, wrapped it in a tissue and gave it to the team leader, and the team leader asked him to re-cut it, because the team leader wanted his right middle finger, and he cut it into his left hand. ”

The couple in the booth did not dare to come out, because there was a sharp dagger with a sharp edge next to the wine bottle on the table.

So the unlucky man cut off the middle finger of his right hand again and sent it to the team leader, but the team leader was still angry and sent him away with a bullet. Ryoichi Okubo shrugged: "Afterwards, we asked the team leader why, didn't that guy cut both fingers?" The team leader said that the middle finger I wanted at first was his right middle finger! It's never a finger! ”

In the booth, the boss and the proprietress looked like dirt, but they had to work hard to move their muscles to make a stiff crying laugh.

Taking a deep breath of smoke through his lungs, holding his breath, and exhaling the smoke again, Ryoichi Okubo said: "The joke is over, today I came to visit you and I know what it is for, our people in this line are very reasonable, stop when the goal is achieved, and if you don't achieve the goal, you will do whatever it takes, I see that you are old, cut your ears, and chop your fingers most likely not to reach the second round, but it doesn't matter, I heard that you also have a daughter, 17 years old, in high school." ”

"Please be sure not to make a move on Ryoko!" The boss suddenly knelt on the ground from the sofa, the horrific joke did not make him collapse, and the moment the word daughter came out, he was finally removed from the useless defense as a father.

"It depends on your attitude, I'm only three or four years old behind your daughter, maybe you still have a chance for me to call you dad respectfully." Ryoichi Okubo exhaled his cigarette and sneered: "I'll say it again, give me the name I want"

"I... I do not know. ”

Ryoichi Okubo dropped the cigarette butt, picked up the ashtray and slammed it on the glass table, the ashtray was torn apart, and a loud sound swept across the entire dance floor, and many guests were frightened, and they realized the seriousness of the situation in the booth, and quietly rushed to the door under the cover of music.

"Don't expect someone to call the Metropolitan Police Department, I didn't get the name today, I burned down your shop, and the second one will come and ask." Ryoichi Okubo lowered his head and carefully cleaned up the glass slag left behind by the ashtray in his hands.

"I told you not to provoke those people... You say, you say! It's just a woman, isn't she as important as a good son? The proprietress seemed to have an emotional breakdown, and sat on the sofa and slapped twice to cover her face.

"In three months, there were 16 new disappearances in Shinjuku." Ryoichi Okubo poured wine into his glass: "4 normal homicides, 2 cases of unknown truth, 5 cases of our own doing, and the remaining 5 cases are all vicious cases of a special nature... And these 5 missing lives are the main thing I am responsible for pursuing. ”

"We noticed that 3 of these cases happened in your shop, so we thought you should know something, and your wife also said that she just leaked, and it looks like the perpetrator is a woman, and I want her name." Ryoichi Okubo took a sip of wine.

"It's... Shouldn't the Metropolitan Police Department do this kind of thing? Why would people like you—" The boss muttered to himself as he lay on the ground with his head down.

"We will take care of what the Metropolitan Police Department can manage, and we will also manage what the Metropolitan Police Department can't." Ryoichi Okubo said lightly: "From the moment I walked into your nightclub, shouldn't you know who I am?" ”

"Ben... Honjia. The boss caught a glimpse of Ryochi Okubo's colorful tattoos under the cuffs of his white suit, and finally gave up the last luck: "I... I was just forced, and she noticed that I noticed her, so she threatened me not to tell her about her, or she would..."

"She's going to take revenge on you and kill your entire family, including your daughter Ryoko in high school?" Okubo nodded: "It looks like you've had direct contact with the person I'm looking for, so tell me what she looks like." ”

"Melon seed face, short black shoulder-length hair, and a tear mole under the eye..."The boss finally resigned himself to his fate, and began to talk in a cringe.

Ryoichi Okubo jotted down what he said, and at the end the boss paused: "Name... She said her name was Mieko... If I tell her name, she'll take revenge on me and kill my whole family. ”

"The pseudonym of the rotten street." Okubo Ryoichi shook his head: "The Mieko you said is now suspected to be related to five lives, the victims are all men who live alone in and out of the nightclub, she took three men from your nightclub, the mutilated bodies of the three men were all found in the mixer at the construction site, she is very dangerous, if you see him in the nightclub again, don't call the police, call us, we will deal with it." ”

After that, Ryoichi Okubo took out a business card and put it on the table, and after getting the information he wanted, he changed his previous violent and unreasonable, and his tone instantly calmed down: "I'm sorry for the financial losses caused to you, the topic about your daughter is just a necessary means of coercing confessions, if you want to appeal, please call our family's complaint hotline." ”

The boss trembled and knelt on the ground and didn't dare to get up, only waiting for Okubo to walk towards the door of the nightclub and leave completely, he fell to the ground like a puddle of mud, and under the heavy metal music, he could only hear the sound of the wife in the booth scolding and the glass breaking.

*

Ryoichi Okubo walked out of the nightclub, the time was eight o'clock in the evening, the winter night came quickly, the streets of Shinjuku were already hazy and drunk, the streets were full of office workers with briefcases to get off work and have fun, the light of the light sign from far to near faint oval white light blurred.

He lit a cigarette, leaned against the wall and puffed out the smoke and waited, the Shibuya girls passing by the street threw him flattering eyes, he didn't say a word, and waited until the cigarette in his hand was finished, then he threw away the cigarette butt and took out the mobile phone from the suit, and made a call.

A few seconds later, the phone was on the street, and an old man's voice rang inside: "This is Yoshitaka Hasegawa." ”

"Team leader, it's me, Ryoichi." Ryoichi Okubo said: "I found a clue, the owner of the nightclub had contact with the target, and I got the target's former pseudonym, appearance, and gender information... I want to follow this line to investigate, and use Kaguyahime to mobilize Shinjuku's surveillance, and I will probably be able to find the target by the vine, and then I can..."

"About this." The old man suddenly interrupted Ryoichi Okubo's words: "There is a new arrangement from above, you don't need to continue to investigate." ”

Okubo Ryoshi was stunned for a moment, the other end of the phone seemed to be waiting for him to digest the information without making a sound, after a long time, he took a hard puff of cigarette and leaned against the wall to watch the people on the street: "Is it the Executive Directorate who took over the case?" I can understand that I'm going to pull out my hand and hand over all the information I know to their people. ”

"Don't get emotional, Ryoichi, I know you're desperate to prove yourself to the family, but sometimes there are always special circumstances." The old man said lightly.

"......" Ryokazu Okubo did not say a word.

"What's more... The reason your mission is interrupted is because there is a new mission for you... A task that is more important than what you're investigating right now. The old man said.

"A more important task than tracking down a dangerous 'B+' breed?" Ryoichi Okubo, who was smoking, was stunned.

"It was directly ordered by the head of the Inuyama family."

Ryoichi Okubo put down the cigarette in his hand, and his face suddenly became serious, this is a tribute to the old man who sits in the position of the 'Inuyama family master', but anyone who mixes in the circle of Shinjuku should show this respect when they hear this name, in this dusty land and bright lights, that old man undoubtedly holds absolute authority, under one person.

"What is the specific task?" Ryoichi Okubo took a deep breath and prepared himself for a mission even more terrifying than tracking down a dangerous half-breed, looking for a dirty bomb brought in by his family's nemesis in Shinjuku? Infiltrating the 'Fierce Ghosts' alone and becoming an internal response? No matter what it was, he was ready to die for the cause.

"I remember Ryoichi, you're 21 years old this year, right?" The old man asked suddenly.

"I'm 21 years old, to be exact, and I only had my birthday in January... Is there an age requirement for this task? Ryoichi Okubo raised an eyebrow.

"I heard you have a younger brother at home?" The old man asked again.

"It's... Does this mission have anything to do with my brother? Ryo Okubo's heart sank.

"It's okay, just ask and see if you have any experience with kids." The old man smiled: "After all, you are the only one in our group who is the most suitable." ”

"With kids...?"

On the streets of Shinjuku, Ryoichi Okubo's expression instantly became weird.