Toru Asada has a mobile phone in his hand after the organization of special processing,On the machine through the password、Fingerprint、After the pupil membrane triple authentication, you can directly log in to the database within your authority,The contact of the members of the organization on weekdays is prompted in the form of advertising emails,The same only after passing the authentication can you view the specific content,Once there is any disturbance in the outside world, jump back to the main interface immediately,If you want to view the previous information, you can only log in again。

——It's like a one-click switch back to the desktop on the way to fishing, in a sense, it is better than the shortcut key of "Windows+D".

The advantage of this setting is that the security of the organization's information is greatly guaranteed, and it also saves him from switching between two mobile phones on the way undercover, but on the contrary, every time he checks the organization's intelligence, he has to verify it for half a day, and he can't guarantee when an external call will instantly return to its original shape.

Toru Asada raised his eyebrows slightly at the screen of his mobile phone that switched back to the main interface, instantly dispelling his curiosity about several newcomers to the organization, and focusing on the call from his boss.

The search lesson had just been added to the whole night shift last night, and the voice of the Dusk Police Department was inevitably sleepy at the moment, but despite this, he could still hear the extra solemnity in that thick voice.

The content of the phone call is not unusual, it is just that there are so many dead people in Tokyo every day, and accidental deaths occur more regularly than the sunrise and moonset. He had been in the search class for nearly four months, and he had nothing else to gain, but he had seen all the bells and whistles of murder.

It's useless to be well-informed in this kind of thing - if the organization decides to upgrade the assassination methods one day, the distillery can be dismissed the next day without pain.

The voice on the other end of the earpiece explaining the case seemed to have the heat of the quilt, followed by the sound of clothes and washing, even if there was no picture at the moment, he could guess that his boss who had worked hard had to get up in advance.

As the Twilight Police Department said on the phone, Toru Asada quickly remembered the cause and effect of the case - nothing more than the discovery of the body of a middle-aged man on the corner of the alley in Kakudo Town, and the first people to be found were said to be two handsome young men and a pair of mother and daughter who happened to pass by.

It was the little girl who called the police.

The unlucky boss had a rare holiday after more than half a month, and the case could not be handed over to him, but he couldn't help but know the child and the always honest and amiable Mr. Police, and a call went directly to his private mobile phone, so that he didn't sleep well and had to prepare to contact the Metropolitan Police Department.

But the most important thing is that the little girl's voice was very low when she called, and she hung up the phone in a hurry after saying a few words, which made people inevitably wonder if there was an accident over there.

After thinking about it again, the Twilight Police Department sent a text message to the Metropolitan Police Department, and then called the subordinate whose address was closest to the crime and asked him to go over and investigate the situation first.

- That's why Toru Asada received a call from his boss when he was still at home.

Toru Asada casually tossed his phone twice, hung up the phone and walked out of the room. The weather on the winter solstice is good, the sun outside the apartment just sprinkles on the ground, which is even more precious in the cold winter of Sanjiu, and the sea breeze with moisture is not as cold as a few days ago, and it is still slightly cold on people's faces, but it can always make people's pores relax in the sun.

At this point, there is a feeling that the cold has not disappeared and the sun is growing.

A brown-haired young man in a dark gray suit walked into the garage, the window in front of the right was lowered with a wide slit, and the sniffer who had been nesting on his shoulder jumped out on the top of his head, ran to the seat in three or two steps, and by the way, he pulled over a thumb-wide ribbon and circled it around his body half a circle, using it as a seat belt on the co-pilot.

Toru Asada glanced at the little mole beside him amusedly, and then focused his eyes on the road in front of him.

He didn't care about the murder case, and the old boss's instructions could be taken as a deaf ear - more interested than this, he was more interested in a piece of information revealed by the words of the Dusk Police Department.

[The police have confirmed the identity of the deceased through the driver's license, the deceased Motohisa Kataoka, 34 years old, served as a research assistant of Zhongyuan Pharmaceutical Group. 】

Kataoka Motohisa, a name he had only seen a few minutes earlier, was obscure in the organization with a bottle of Ghanaian wine, and Gin had just suspected him of having an affair with the police like the original wife who was trying to catch him.

Someone died?

That's fine.

Originally, he could only keep an eye on it secretly, tentatively contacting to see if there was anything unusual around the target, but now that the core person is gone, the organization is bound to carry out the tail sweeping work, whether it is Ghana wine taking the initiative to contact the public security or being targeted by them, the public security can only get information from him in the past two days when the corpse is not cold.

It is only fitting that the identity of the search lesson appears next to a dead body, and he even only needs to move a small bench to wait at the scene of the crime, and the police will deliver it to the door themselves.

If it's just a gin suspicion attack, then it's naturally better, and he can casually perfunctory the investigation report at that time-

"Dead, buried, I didn't kill it, OVER."

At that time, it will be useless for a silver-haired killer to have an opinion, after all, the person is really dead, and it really has nothing to do with him, and he can't always do a manual breath at the scene of the crime to save people.

Ghana wine - why did you die like that...... Coincidentally.

The brown-haired young man cried tears of sympathy in his heart for the tragic death of Kataoka Motohisa, and within a few minutes the car drove to the vicinity of the crime scene.

According to the Twilight Police Department, the body was found in a dead corner of an alley, surrounded on two sides by a six-story building, with a brick wall about three meters high on the other, and only one side was a pedestrian path only two people wide, with an entrance connecting the path where he was now.

Two private cars, one blue and one red, were parked in front of him, and they collided together in a very artistic posture, sealing the road with only one go and one back lane, and happened to be blocked between the alley and him.

The car accident was still some distance from the entrance of the alley, and the scene of the crime was just blocked by the corner of the building, and it was impossible to see it from afar.

The cars in front of them all turned around and drove back after discovering that the road was impassable, and Toru Asada drove forward unhurriedly. The owners of the two cars have not left at the moment, and they look like they are thirty or forty years old, one of them is wearing gray business casual clothes, and the other is wearing a black suit, and their clothes are ironed to no wrinkles, with a look of unsmiling -

At first glance, he is a serious person.

The man in the gray casual suit saw Toru Asada driving up, stepped forward and knocked on the window, barely squeezing out a smile on his face, perhaps trying to look more grumpy.

"I'm sorry, we can't move either car now, can I trouble you to divert it." The tone of the person on the other side was very sincere, as if he was sincerely apologizing.

Toru Asada glanced into the distance, and there was a large truck parked at the other end of the opposite side, which also blocked the entrance and exit of the road, and the entire road was cut out of a vacuum belt, and no other entrance could be found under the enclosure of the buildings on the left and right.

The phone in his pocket rang, and the screen showed a call from the Twilight Police Department, and the brown-haired young man glanced down with interest, quickly hung up the phone, and temporarily dragged his boss into the blacklist.

"I'm sorry, I'm in a hurry, can you let me go first?" The brown-haired youth replied with a smile.

"This ...... I'm really sorry, the engine of our car is broken, and we are still waiting for the trailer," the man in business casual clothes looked embarrassed, "You drive back a little and there is a road in the same direction, it won't delay your ......"

"Your car doesn't look like it's been hit and you can't move at all."

Toru Asada raised his eyelids in the driver's seat and interrupted him gently but undeniably.

"But ......"

"I prefer this path."

"If you let you go, you'll go, what so much nonsense!"

The man standing in front of his car opened his mouth to say something more, and the other person waiting on the side had begun to get impatient, and unconsciously slammed his right foot on the ground, and stepped forward to blast the person away.

"In this way," the brown-haired young man nodded knowingly, and slightly hooked the corners of his mouth, "please get out of the way, I'll make a U-turn." ”

The person in front of him took a few steps back, and Toru Asada continued to wave his hand in the car without feeling enough.

"Back off the point...... Right...... Step back a little more—"

The two people who unconsciously took a few steps back watched as the people in the car hit the accelerator with one foot, and when they looked at it again, the three cars were already in a ball, and the owner of the car was showing a particularly bright smile behind the airbag.

"I'm sorry, I can't leave now~"