Frank Mire walked towards the two-wheeled carriage, which was not about to be ridden by many people.

Several black tall horses, lazily bowing their heads and waging their tails, their vision completely obscured by black metal blindfolds, and a fishy smell emanated from all over their bodies.

"Don't be in a hurry, don't be in a hurry, come one by one, this carriage can carry a maximum of eight people, and it is not allowed to be overloaded under any circumstances. This is the property of the government, and if anyone forcibly squeezes into the car, the police will definitely arrest you for sabotage! The coachman shouted weakly in a hoarse voice.

Frankimir counted slightly, even if you add himself and the coachman, there are only five people at most, and the coachman doesn't have to be so angry, but in such a dirty and dirty city, if you want to always maintain a good attitude, I'm afraid it's even more unbearable than not being allowed to go to the toilet when you are strained.

The stinking and foul air, the greasy ground full of sewage, the mountains of garbage and grease piled up, and the whole city has not even a single plant or tree, because no grass or tree can grow in such an environment.

"Get in the car, get in the car, I don't have time to wait." The coachman shouted angrily.

Every passenger here seems to be the coachman's enemy, but they have never known each other.

The carriage is driven by the coachman, as long as he is happy he can do whatever he wants, even if the passengers are dissatisfied with the coachman, but as long as they can reach the destination smoothly, there is nothing to complain about, in this city where the law and order are extremely chaotic and the evil forces are rampant, no one wants to cause more trouble for themselves.

More is better than less, idle things are not taken care of, and more knowledge is useless. Be a man with his tail between his legs, in this world of heinous crime. Surviving for the rest of the life is the most responsible way to survive.

All the passengers got on board. The coachman waved the leather whip in his hand and shouted loudly at the horses pulling the cart, and the sound of horses' hooves came and went, and the carriage seemed to move slowly.

The coachman turned his head, looked at the passengers in the carriage, and sighed helplessly, as if he was extremely reluctant to do the business of pulling the carriage.

He pulled out a tin flask from his coat pocket. He had obtained it from an American GI in exchange for a box of porcelain bottles, for which he had paid for a meal.

Nowadays, everything will be fashionable, and if you can have something that is American, it is fashionable and fashionable, and no one wants to earn enough face for themselves, so they will not hesitate to pay any price, and they will also take from the American GIs. Get something to save face.

The coachman took a sip of Japanese sake from the tin flask, then twisted it and slowly screwed the lid on.

At this time, no one could have predicted. Two police motorcycles suddenly appeared in front of the carriage and stopped the carriage from moving forward.

The coachman hurriedly tightened the reins. Let the horses pulling the cart stop at once. When I was in a hurry, I didn't pay attention for a while. The cover of the tin flask rolled down into the manhole cover on the side of the road, and the coachman's heart ached.

He really wanted to scold a few words, but all the people who came were armed policemen, and even if he was angry, he could only endure it.

"Parking! We're going to check. Said the police officer who stopped in front of the carriage.

"What a bastard!" The coachman cursed in his heart, but he did not dare to show any disgust on his face.

"What? Want to check? The coachman asked.

"Yes, there has just been a murder here, and everyone who wants to leave must be interrogated." The policeman said coldly with an expressionless face.

At this time, another policeman couldn't wait to open the car door and strode into the carriage.

"Gentlemen, this is routine. The Prime Minister's law makes it imperative for us to examine you. I hope that you will actively cooperate, and this will not delay you too much, but if you refuse to cooperate or obstruct the investigation, you will only be arrested for obstructing official duties. Now, please show your respective IDs. The policeman said loudly as he got into the carriage.

"Damn it, why are you so unlucky, what the hell is going on?" Frankie Mill muttered under his breath.

Frank Mire's voice was low, but it was heard by the passengers beside him.

This guy is not tall, his body is also very shapely, his black hair is combed all down to the back of his head, he has a small mouth, big eyes, and his eyebrows are even darker, he is wearing a light blue suit, and he is stepping on a pair of traditional Japanese wooden shoes.

"It seems to be a human death, didn't you see it just now?" The man said to Frankie Mire.

"Human life! You mean, someone really died? I didn't see anything but a bunch of policemen. Frankimir shook his head.

"Oh, what a pity. I also happened to be passing by, and I heard that the cleaners in the sewage river found a floating female corpse on the river. The man said.

"Female corpse?" Frankimir looked surprised, and now he finally understood why he had seen so many policemen.

"Yes! Another young woman died, this is already the ninth, and the murderer is still at large. The man said.

"What? You say it's a serial killing, huh? Frankimir couldn't help but shout.

"Routine, no loud noises!" The policeman said to Frank Mire, apparently he had just made a loud voice.

"Be quiet, be quiet, don't make a fuss, I'm Naoto Akiyama, what's your name?"

"Phosph...... Takada Lun! Franky Mire almost said his real name.

"It turns out that your surname is Takada, and there are very few surnames in Sapporo." Naoto Akiyama said thoughtfully.

"I'm not a local, I'm from the Soviet Union, and my father was an immigrant who pioneered the Northeast." Frankmir immediately explained that he did not want to arouse unnecessary suspicion at any time.

"Oh, I see, I've heard before, what a brave and fearless generation, much stronger than our Beat Generation." Naoto Akiyama said with a smile.

"You said nine people died?" Franky Mill wanted to take the conversation away.

"Yes, it does. This is just a common occurrence in Sapporo, which is said to be Hokkaido's number one industrial tycoon. Ikeda's daughter, Mieko, also disappeared into her home for some reason. Some people say that Mieko has already been killed. It is also said that Mieko was sold to Kitakyushu and reduced to a street girl who is as good as she can do. I don't know if you've ever seen a photo of Mieko, she is really a beautiful woman who has captivated the city and the country, and it is said that their mother used to be a great beauty. Naoto Akiyama said.

"Koichi Ikeda? Mieko? Frankie Mill muttered thoughtfully, the two names seemed to have been heard not long ago, and they did have a slight impression.

"Why are you stinky boy again!" A policeman suddenly yelled at Frank Mire.

This completely overwhelmed Frankimir, for he was so sure and certain that he had never seen the policeman in front of him, and that the reckless policeman must have recognized the wrong person.

With such police officers in charge of defending the city, it's no wonder that Sapporo has become even more terrible than hell.

Frankie Mill was just about to explain. Unexpectedly, the policeman grabbed the placket of Naoto Akiyama's clothes.

At this time, Frank Mill understood that the police did not recognize anyone, they were talking to Naoto Akiyama.

From the angry and hateful eyes of the police, Frankimir could completely guess that this guy who called himself Naoto Akiyama must have recruited a lot of police officers on weekdays, otherwise the police would not be able to use such an eye, staring closely at Naoto Akiyama in front of him, it seems that this guy is probably not a good person.

"Give me a good search for him. Why is there always so much happening where this kid appears. The policeman shouted and pushed Naoto Akiyama to the other side of the policeman behind him.

In the blink of an eye, Naoto Akiyama was taken off the carriage, and he did not resist from beginning to end. Of course, this also makes the police have no chance to act rough at all.

From their resentful eyes, Frankimir could guess that if that Naoto Akiyama resisted slightly. They would immediately beat the people of Akiyama to death.

Finally, the policeman looked serious. Came to Frank Mire and stretched out his fat palm. Angry he said to Frankimir: "Please show your documents, and then tell me, where did you come from, and where are you going now?" ”

Standing in front of Frankimir was a policeman who had reached the age of no confusion, and seeing the middle-aged policeman in front of him suddenly reminded Rotten Kimir of Kafka.

In addition to not having three scars on his face, the policeman in black uniform in front of him wants to be Kafka in terms of height and body shape.

I really don't know if Kafka, who went to the Twin Cities, has successfully cleared the virus from his body, I really hope that everything is okay with him, even if he can't be regarded as a good person, but he is definitely not a big bad person.

"What are you still doing in a daze, please show your ID, I don't want to say it a third time." The middle-aged policeman snorted coldly and said to Frank Mire.

Frankimir didn't dare to slack off, and immediately rummaged through himself, he didn't want to get into trouble at such a time, after all, it wouldn't do him any good, and if he didn't get it right, he might reveal his true identity.

It's a pity that Rotten Kimir searched for most of the day, but he couldn't find his identity documents, which made the middle-aged policeman suspicious of him.

"Where are you from?" The middle-aged policeman asked coldly.

"Otaru City, I'm from Otaru City." Frank Mire replied hurriedly.

"So you're not from Sapporo." The middle-aged policeman then asked.

"Otaru City should be near Sapporo." Frankie Mire explained.

"What are you doing here?" The middle-aged policeman asked.

"I'm going to the Six Minutes Inn." Frankie Mill replied.

"The Sixth-Cent Inn? Where is there no serious person, where are you going to do something? The middle-aged policeman asked.

"Where to find a friend, my friend is there waiting for me." Frankie Mill replied.

"A man, or a woman?" The middle-aged policeman asked.

"Woman." Rotten Kimir replied.

"I think so." The middle-aged policeman said.

"What's wrong with that?" Frankimir asked, puzzled.

"Of course, the Six-Minute Rite Hotel is in 7-chome, but here it is 18-chome." The middle-aged policeman said.

"I misremembered the address, so I got off the wrong bus." Frankie Mire explained.

"So what address do you have in mind right now?" The middle-aged policeman asked.

"It was a policewoman who told me that she said that the Six-Minute Inn, which is in 7-chome, so I took a carriage to 7-chome." Frankie Mire explained.

"It's true that the Six-Minute Rite Hotel is in the 7-chome, but there are no female policemen in the 18-chome now, how can there be a female policeman telling you that the Six-Minute Rite Hotel is in the 7-chome." The middle-aged policeman said.

"What! How is this possible? I just asked a policewoman, how can there be no policewoman here? "Frankie Mill looked incredible.

"I said no, no, do you know better than me the situation here? By the way, I'd like to ask you, you said you were from Otaru City, so how many times have you been to Sapporo in the past? The middle-aged policeman asked.

"I've never been here, and this is my first time in Sapporo." Frank Mire said openly that he didn't think there was any need to hide it.

"Are you sure this is your first time? Never been to Sapporo in the past? The middle-aged policeman asked.

"Yes, I don't have to lie about that." Frankimir nodded.

"But you're lying!" The middle-aged policeman suddenly roared.

"I'm not lying." Frankie Mire argued.

"Then please explain to me how you know to use a horse-drawn carriage to go to 7-chome outside the platform of the 18-chome station if you are really visiting Sapporo for the first time. If I'm not mistaken, there are no signs on the station, in other words, only those who are familiar with the 18-chome know that there are horse-drawn carriages going to the 7-chome. The middle-aged policeman said unceremoniously.

"That's what the policewoman told me." Frankie Mire explained.

"I told you that there are no policewomen in 18-chome. It used to be, it was yesterday, it was an hour ago, but it wasn't now. The middle-aged policeman said in a resolute tone.

"But ......"

"It's nothing good, I warn you not to lie to me again, or you will reap the consequences." The middle-aged policeman said sternly.

"I'm really not lying, it was all told to me by a policewoman, is it just that she is wearing a police uniform?" Frankie Mill asked thoughtfully.

"You are very good at making up nonsense, but one game is more outrageous than the other, and no one is allowed to wear a police uniform unless you are a police officer. If you say that she really exists, and she is not a police officer, then she can't be wearing a police uniform, because we will arrest her in the first place, but we don't find out that the woman you are talking about could be a police officer. The middle-aged policeman said.

Frankimir wanted to continue to explain, but his lips kept squirming, and he couldn't say a word for a long time.

He himself was a little unsure of what was going on. Why did he encounter such a strange thing when he first arrived in Sapporo, if he hadn't gotten off the wrong bus, he wouldn't have caused these troubles, and now he can't blame anyone, the monster can only blame himself.

At this time, the middle-aged policeman, who didn't say anything to Frankimir, turned around and scolded his subordinates: "This guy is very suspicious, bring him back to the prosecutor's office for me, and find out his situation as soon as possible." (To be continued.) )