"A section chief of the administration department was poisoned and killed in a tavern?"

Watergate rubbed his eyebrows, his head hurt as if it was about to crack, and he hated to lift the hammer and hit his head twice.

He hadn't left the office since eight o'clock in the morning, and he had been dealing with endless work all day, and it was almost eight o'clock in the evening.

"It's miserable, it's miserable this time······ If memory serves, there are guests at home today······"

Spit out an incomparably heavy sigh, Watergate still looked at the report in his hand.

It is not uncommon for a staff member of the Administration Department to be poisoned in a tavern, especially since the experts in the root department who specialize in poison cannot tell what poison it is and how it is poisoned, which makes Watergate smell a hint of something unusual.

Poison is not uncommon in the ninja world, there are many ninjas who like to use poison, but most people buy finished poisons from ninja shops, few people will mix poison by themselves, the preparation of poison is a rather esoteric knowledge, and the real master of poison basically will not use that common poison, but mix his own unique poison.

An unheard of and unseen poison often means the existence of a master of poison.

"Before dying, he came into contact with a mysterious man in a black trench coat······ Suspected of having made a deal······ Lost the man in the black trench coat······ The other person's appearance is too ordinary to complete the work of portrait making······"

Shuimen wants to scold his mother when he sees this, his subordinates are all a bunch of rice buckets?

It's just that you can't catch up with people, why can't you even remember the other party's appearance, who are these two guys stuffed in?

"Go to the medical department to find expert support, and analyze the origin of the poison and the method of poisoning as soon as possible······ Tomorrow morning I would like to see the report on the table. ”

There are people in the root who specialize in analyzing poisons, but Konoha's top potion research experts are in the medical department under Tsunade's control.

"Yes, Greg.

The root ninja wearing the red arabesque pattern mask bowed his head and left the room with a gentle step

In order to distinguish the difference between the root and the dark part, soon after Mizumon took office, he designed a new mask, which is different from the animal mask in the dark part, the root mask is more concise, there is no fancy shape, but different colors of plant patterns are drawn on it.

Looking at the thin report in his hand repeatedly, Watergate's brows furrowed, and after hesitating for a moment, he still asked.

“······ A master of poisoning······ Is there anything unusual at the Sand Ninja Embassy? ”

When it comes to the use of poison, the Sand Hidden Village is the first among the five major ninja villages, and the puppeteers of the Sand Hidden Village are all experts in poison.

A good puppeteer must be a good pharmacist, this is a common saying that circulates among puppeteers.

Today, the sand ninja envoy just came to the village, and someone was poisoned at night, which inevitably makes people think of it.

“······ There was no special report from the monitoring personnel, and everything seemed to be normal. ”

Standing at the table, the young girl with long brown hair held a large, heavy folder in her hand, and she quickly flipped through the corresponding documents to make sure they matched the memories in her mind.

"Is everything normal? Lynn, show me the report. ”

The girl is Rin Nohara.

Originally, it was a base point in the world of Honkai Ninja, but under the flapping of the butterfly wings of the moon, although after graduating from ninja school, he became a student of Mizuto along with Kakashi and Obito, but after that, he embarked on a completely different fate.

lived a peaceful life.,Soon after being promoted to the middle ninja.,Joined the roots.,Become a member of the secretary team around the water gate.。

Rubbing the delicate paper with his fingers, Shuimen squinted and thought, the black and white words on the paper are not necessarily true, maybe the sand ninja does not have anything to do with it, but it is also possible that the master of the sand ninja used some methods to fool the monitoring personnel.

Which one will be the answer?

Watergate is in the mood.

In recent years, Konoha has become more and more peaceful, and there are fewer and fewer people who dare to cause trouble in Konoha, and it has been a long time since he has encountered such a brain-bothering thing.

"Someone!"

He tapped lightly on the table.

Naturally, this was not said to Lynn.

Before he could finish speaking, a subordinate wearing a mask appeared in the room, but the difference was that the mask was covered with a green arabesque pattern.

"Double the number of personnel······ No, go find a few people from the Hyuga family, and stare the sand ninja to death for me, before leaving the village, I want to fully control every move of everyone in the sand ninja mission, understand? ”

"My subordinates understand."

The root ninja replied in a deep voice.

Watergate nodded in satisfaction, and flicked the hand to signal that it could retreat.

"Teacher, it's late, do you want to continue?" Lin, who was standing on the side, reminded in a whisper.

“······ Oops, oops! ”

Raising his eyes and looking at his watch, the hour hand almost pointed to eight o'clock, and Watergate suddenly panicked.

"Lynn, that's the end of today's work, you should go back quickly! Lock the door, and I'll leave directly with Flying Thor. ”

Hastily sorting out the papers piled up on the table, taking off the coat hanging on the coat rack, and not putting it on, but tucking it under his armpit, he nodded at Lynn, and with a flash of golden light, he left, leaving Lynn alone in the huge office.

"Alright, it's time for me to go

Finally, he helped Mizuto sort out the papers, and Nohara made sure that nothing was missing, and then turned off the lights and locked the door before leaving the root building.

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Soft lighting illuminates the room.

The small room is full of organs, tables, chairs and benches.

The man sat at the desk, his knife-sharp shoulders trembling slightly, and on the table was an open file bag with papers scattered across the table.

“······ Vortex moon gazing······ Whirlpool moon watching, you damn it! You're damned! ”

The low roar contained an incomparably deep hatred and murderous intent.

He held a crumpled photo in his hand, the person in the photo was looking at the moon, but it was not a frontal photo, just a captured side photo, which seemed to be a photo of drinking, flying cherry blossoms, laughing expressions, and holding up wine glasses, which should have been taken during a certain cherry blossom viewing.

"Sting!"

The photograph is torn in half, half in each hand.

"This time I definitely want you to look good, the hatred of the day······ Definitely want you to come back. ”

The man stuffed all the documents into the file bag along with the torn photos, then took out a scroll from his coat pocket and sealed the file bag, /./8_8902/