The task of robbing the bank was successfully completed, and the thought of being able to take her sister away soon made Akemi Miyano feel very good.

But when she thought about the dead bodies in the hotel, her heart became heavy again.

Akemi Miyano went back and forth between these two extreme emotions, her mind was not belonging, and she didn't notice the tracking behind her at all.

Soon, she drove under a dimly lit overpass, caught in the chaotic traffic, and waited for a red light ahead.

The waiting time was boring, and Akemi Miyano sighed and leaned back in her chair.

The moment her vision changed, through the rearview mirror, she was shocked to find that there was an extra person in the back seat.

The man was dressed in a rose-colored suit and skirt, wearing a beret of the same color, his face was obscured by sunglasses, and the rubies on his earlobes were brightly colored...... This outfit is exactly like her!

…… When did this man come up?

Before, she was the only one in the car!

Akemi Miyano vigilantly reached into her bag and was about to take out her weapon, but at this moment, there was a sudden chill on her shoulder.

She looked to her right arm, and saw that the woman in the back seat had somehow passed through the gap between the wall of the car and the back of the chair, and plunged a needle of strange material into her arm.

Akemi Miyano's consciousness quickly blurred.

She closed her eyes in the struggle and slid limply down her seat.

……

Soon, the red light ended, and Akemi Miyano's car drove out of the tunnel in the traffic and continued to the scheduled port.

When the vehicle reaches the sparsely populated seashore, it gradually stops.

The moment it came to a standstill, there was a violent explosion in the car, and a moment later, another burst - this time the remnants of gasoline were detonated by the flames.

A ball of smoke ejected from the car, mingling in countless burning debris, and falling into the grass in the distance.

A minute or two later, a white fox passed by, rubbed the ash on it, picked it up and slipped away.

Gin had the car stop on a nearby viaduct and watched the burning car below.

On the way here, he listened to Shiraishi's plan.

Shiraishi intends to blame the death of Akemi Miyano on the other two robbers.

- Kenzo Hirota was strangled by Tomo Kitano, Tomo Kitano was poisoned by Akemi Miyano, and Akemi Miyano died because of the time bomb installed by Kenzo Hirota before his death, although the details need to be verified, but this link is a link, at first glance it looks quite like the same thing.

Vodka suddenly figured it out: "On the day they robbed the bank, you also planted the bomb that blocked the road." ”

Shiraishi nodded.

Gin's eyes suddenly became a little more normal when he looked at him, and the new member finally showed some talent for crime, which was barely satisfying.

Chianti set up his gun and aimed it at the burning car below, preventing Akemi Miyano from escaping. However, with an explosion of this magnitude, anyone with a discerning eye knows that it is almost impossible for the people in the car to survive.

Sure enough, until the police and firefighters arrived, no one abandoned the car and fled.

After extinguishing the fire, the firefighters dragged out a burned female corpse from the car and put the body into a body bag, when Shiraishi saw one of the policemen with the face of a passerby look up at the elevated road and gesture vaguely to this side.

Chianti saw it clearly in the scope and told Gin: "No problem, people are dead." ”

Shiraishi was a little surprised, the black-clothed organization actually has undercover agents in the police? This is a new point to keep in mind.

After checking that there were no mistakes, the assassination came to an end.

Gin made a few phone calls and asked people to write the matter and hand it over to the newspaper as soon as possible, emphasizing how the robbers were in the nest.

After the disbandment, Shiraishi found a corner to lift the mask, sat at home and waited for a while, and the fox took the bus back to the café.

Shiraishi took the Poké Ball, put it under the faucet, flushed it, and took it to the study.

Opening the ball, Akemi Miyano plopped and fell to the ground, the effect of the anesthetic needle was very stable, and her consciousness had not yet recovered.

Shiraishi carried a cushion and circled around the people on the ground twice, finding a suitable place to sit down.

Then he pulled out a thumb-sized object from his backpack that looked like a crystal ball.

This is the prop that Shiraishi drew after completing the task of helping the new name Kaori find his father.

Its name is very simple, just one word, "hidden".

This thing can materialize the target's interpersonal relationships and other memories into complex lines.

When the line is cut, the target will forget about the person or event involved, and the person connected to the other end of the line will also have a very vague memory of the target, and assume that she is dead.

Although it is an artifact to get rid of trouble, the target itself will also lose amnesia, which makes Shiraishi immediately give up the idea of using it on himself after reading the mission description.

It's okay to use it for Akemi Miyano, although it's uncomfortable to forget things, but it's better than dying, there is hope for staying alive, and maybe you can draw some props to repair the lines in the future.

Anyway, it wasn't Shiraishi who used it himself, and he didn't bother too much, so he quickly pressed it and used it, and put the "hidden" in the center of Miyano Akemi's eyebrows.

The moment the crystal ball comes into contact with the skin, the space within a radius of two meters instantly darkens with it as the center.

Shiraishi squinted slightly, and when he opened it again, he saw countless lines sticking out of Akemi Miyano's body, divided into black and red, stretching into the distance with no end in sight.

At the same time, his hand sank, and there was an extra pair of crystal clear scissors.

Shiraishi didn't rush to cut it.

He stared at the line for a moment, tentatively tugging at the nearest black line to see who it was connected to.

A picture soon appeared in front of Shiraishi's eyes.

However, before I could see anything, a red cross suddenly appeared on the screen, followed by four big words: [Privacy Protection].

I tried a few more and it was still the same.

......: "How do I know which one to cut?"

Shiraishi fell into deep thought.

The time for the lines to appear is limited, and he can't meditate for too long.

Soon, Shiraishi thought of the division of factions in this world - the good guy counts as red, and the villain counts as black.

I don't know if it's right or not, but that's the way it goes.

Shiraishi waved his scissors and cut all the black threads with a click, and he was really a little curious when he cut them, and he didn't know what color the lines would be for the undercover traitors.

……

In the suburbs, Gin is driving vodka to the city for his next mission.

Suddenly, as if a memory had been touched by something, Akemi Miyano's face suddenly flashed through his mind.

…… Why did you suddenly think of her?

Could it be that in the mission to kill her, there are any details that I have left out?

Gin frowned.

Although she doesn't look down on Akemi Miyano very much, this woman is related to Shuichi Akai after all, and it is worth being vigilant about.

He thought about it, took out his mobile phone, and decided to send someone to find out the whereabouts of the body and confirm that the person was completely dead.

However, the moment the phone was connected, Gin was stunned, as if something had suddenly broken in his head.

After a second or two, listen to the "Hey?" on the other end of the phone. Gin's voice came back to his senses.

He looked down at the notepad spread out in his hand, on which was written Akemi Miyano's name.

…… This person is obviously dead, why did he deliberately want people to check her just now? Isn't that a waste of manpower?

It must be that I've been too tired from work recently, so when I'm done with this month, I'll give myself half a day off......

The person on the other end of the phone was still waiting for him to give an order, and Gin casually gave a different task and hung up the phone.

He put down his phone and notepad, pressed the corner of his forehead, leaned on the back of the co-pilot's seat, and slept for a while.