The motorcycle stops at an intersection where there is not even a traffic light. I gently took off my helmet, handed it to Daiya Owada, and held out a hand to him to express my gratitude from the bottom of my heart.

"I'm sorry for you," I chuckled, "and I wouldn't have the guts to do something so big without a rider like you." ”

It may sound like I'm not so sincere, but that's irrelevant. It turns out that it seems that Ryusuke Onikawa speaks in such a tone: calm, indifferent, no joy or sorrow......

Instead of shaking my hand, Daia Owada opened his arms and gave me a hug.

"Thank you," said Owada Taia, "boy, I don't know who you are or what your purpose is. But you saved my brother and me, and you are my brother. If you have difficulties in the future, just look for me, and never change what the man said! ”

Different from the Owada Wentu's frenzied frenzy with a terrifying aura from time to time, Owada Daya's "manly righteousness" is more of a powerful aura emanating from his body. When I was held in his arms, I felt like crying.

But I can't cry, and I can't cry anymore. The reason for this is related to the old professor I have never met. I don't have time to worry about it yet.

"Thank you," he finally struggled out of Owada Daya's arms, (in fact, Owada Daya took the initiative to let go.) Although the stamina and physical strength are okay, my strength seems to be a little too weak) I calmed down and said in a cold tone, "Seriously. You'd better hope that from now on, there will be no more crossings between you and me. I've been in a bit of trouble lately, and it's almost out of my control. ”

I took out a small spiral spinning hypnotic spinning top from the inside pocket of my cloak, hung it on my fingers, and suddenly reached out in front of Owada's eyes, and the latter immediately froze there. Taking advantage of this opportunity, I stuffed five 10,000 yen bills into his pocket and walked away.

It was a route that I spent a whole night planning carefully. The surveillance probes inside the DISC building may be able to be turned off, but the surveillance probes on nearby streets are not.

In order to solve this problem, I specially found a group of thugs and covered the surveillance probe near the DISC building with graffiti paint.

The DISC building is located near the red light district. As long as you are a person, you know that in the red light district of developed countries (and underdeveloped countries are the same), the monitoring probe is a decoration.

Not to mention the red light district, after entering the slums here. God knows how a country with such strict gun control can create the effect that all street lights and surveillance probes are broken on the streets of the slums.

The rest of the road was on my own. Luckily, a kilometre further on, I was able to return to the "K15 Fortress". In order to receive "unusual guests", there is no holiday 24 hours a day.

When I walked into the basement, the atmosphere seemed to be a little wrong. This atmosphere is not the caution of the attendants around (there are no waiters in the corridors either. Not in the lounge, or in the bed in the guest room), nor the solemnity of an ambush set up by the police and gangsters, nor the excessive calm of a large-scale attack or natural disaster......

It's intuition. Intuition before danger comes.

Now that I sensed something was wrong, I slowed down and cautiously looked around.

I'm calculating. Calculate how you can keep moving naturally and walk right to the door of the staff area while avoiding the surveillance probes.

My gut tells me if I miss this opportunity...... I'm not far from death.

The opportunity is in front of me, and I have to decide.

Six, five, four, three, two, one......

It's good, there is a dead end in the monitoring probe. Taking advantage of this opportunity, I stepped to the door of the staff area and pushed the door in. There were two waiters at the door who were sorting out the dishes, and I was hypnotized.

The so-called employee area is actually a long corridor. Maybe it's late at night, and the door is not open...... Even the rooms where there are voices of speech are not many.

The only annoying thing is the monitoring probe, but I'm already here, so there's no way back.

I heard a high-pitched voice from one of the rooms, as if someone was shouting at someone. I put my ear to the door and I could hear it clearly.

"What?" A high-pitched, arrogant voice came from the room, "The police are coming to search?" Damn, what's going on with those bastards? ”

She must have been on the phone, as I couldn't hear who was talking to her on the other side. As for the voice...... It sounds familiar.

If so...... Before I crossed over, I should have seen her appear in the anime......

There is also a bigger doubt, which lies in the age of the other party. If the voice came from some middle-aged man in his thirties and forties (even if he was a man of twenty or thirty), that would be understandable. But that sounds like ...... It's a guy who's younger than me.

"What?" The person inside was startled and asked sharply, "What you just said is true?" The 'Ghost Hand' is in the 'K19 Fortress', and he also kidnapped that Kikiriren's only daughter? ”

Damn it! That fog cut that didn't even appear in the comics, and now it can even alarm the police and end the stronghold of the nine-headed dragon!

It's really a ...... O Emperor of the Detective World!

No, I can't just get arrested – at least not now. I'm going to take a break from it.

Fortunately, I have a habit of keeping valuables with me, and there are no important things in the room. I found the staff area and ran away from the outside connecting passageway, no matter how many damn cameras there were.

The so-called employee passage is actually an elevator and a long series of narrow, spiral staircases. I sped up the stairs, and there seemed to be a faint sound of footsteps behind me. Hopefully, this is just a more suspicious staff, not a chaser.

The stairs are getting longer. The consequences of not eating or sleeping for a long time have already appeared, and I feel dizzy and even a little bit like stepping on the clouds.

Stepping up the last staircase, I finally emerged from a small room and the siren outside ...... Faint and clearly audible.

That's not the point. The point is that it's not me who is not tired in the morning and not tired in the evening, and I will want to sleep. There was also a voice reminding me not to stop.

Once stopped...... I'll fall asleep......

After pushing the little house away, I couldn't hold it anymore. His body went limp, and he fell to the ground.

The last thing I remember before I fell asleep was a pair of rough, warm hands that seemed to carry me away with a pair of thin, cold hands. said: "If he is really as good as rumored, it is worth running this trip in the middle of the night." ”