Akira Shinhara stared at the empty road tightly, patted his sleeve lightly, confirmed that the invitation was still there, and frowned, thinking about this hint of familiarity.

On the way home, except for the falling flower pot again and being disgraced again, Akira Shinhara did not encounter other accidents and arrived at the door of the house very smoothly.

Akira Shinhara patted the dirt on his shoulder irritably, reached out and took out the key from his trouser pocket, and was about to aim at the keyhole when he suddenly paused.

He bent down slightly, looked at the keyhole and the dark doorknob, slowly squatted down with a serious expression, took out his phone from his trouser pocket, turned on the flashlight, and shone it at the keyhole and under the doorknob.

The black line is gone.

However, a very thin black line appeared on the edge of the keyhole, which was close to the keyhole, and it was difficult to find it without looking closely because of the similar color.

Akira Shinhara blew into the keyhole with an expressionless face, blew out the black line, stretched out two fingers to clamp it, and continued to put it back under the dark doorknob, with one end connected to the keyhole.

Standing up again, Akira Shinhara took out the key and opened the door, revealing his familiar room layout with a "click".

I looked down again and checked the keyhole, and found that the black line entered the keyhole because of the drive of the key, but it was a little deeper, not the position I saw before.

Akira Shinhara took out the black line again, rubbed it casually, and threw it away.

It seems that someone did enter his room, but not through the key.

Who is it who enters one's house in an improper way?

Akira Shinhara closed the door, his face was a little gloomy, he took off his shoes with one hand on the shoe cabinet, took off his shoes comfortably, glanced at the suitcase next to the shoe cabinet, and began to check the room.

There are traces of being turned over in the house, but the person who came was very careful and restored everything he was looking at, but the subtle differences were still discovered by Akira Shinhara.

However, there was no trace of a bugging device or a small camera, and it seemed that the other party was just trying to come to his house to find something.

Akira Shinhara opened the closet, took out the small brown square box from the bottom of the pile of clothes, and glanced at the lock on it, without any signs of damage.

Reaching out and flipping the lock a few times, Shinhara Akira entered a few numeric passwords, and then opened the brown box, revealing the true face inside.

This is obviously a slightly larger medicine box, divided into three levels, stacked on top of each other, containing various cold medicines, anti-inflammatory drugs, painkillers, etc., and there is no other problem to be seen.

Not passive.

Shinhara Akira's face improved a little, and he reached out to clasp the sides of the three-layer medicine shelf, and struggled to lift it up, and soon a small hidden space appeared.

Inside was neatly placed with medical gauze, and under the gauze were layers of human skin masks, without any traces of being turned.

Rearranging the brown medicine box and putting it back in its place, Akira Shinhara stood up slightly pensively, opened the curtains of the room, let the light from the outside in, and sat on the edge of the bed, a little puzzled.

The approach of the person who came was professional, but what to look for?

I'm just a novelist who has just become famous, what's worth noting?

If you are a member of the organization, you are not a senior member, and you are unknown, why is this behavior?

Akira Shinhara couldn't think of a clue, took off his navy blue blazer and hung it on the hanger in the bedroom, reached out and took out the invitation on the jacket pocket, and put it on the computer desk next to him.

Picking up the invitation letter in his hand again, looking at the inviter "Mr. Hashimon" on it, Akira Shinhara only felt a bright light pass through his mind, as if he understood something.

Akira Shinhara turned around, quickly ran to the shoe cabinet in the living room, and pulled out the suitcase next to him, which was the suitcase that contained 100 million yen before.

What did you find? The forum system was also nervous and nervous by Shinhara Ming, and he couldn't hide his curiosity and asked.

Akira Shinhara ignored the forum system, lowered his head and carefully checked the lock and zipper of the suitcase, looked at its front and back again, and reached out and patted the trunk rod with a solemn expression.

Sure enough, it was moved.

Putting the suitcase flat, Akira Shinhara squatted down and opened the suitcase, revealing the true face inside.

It was stacked on top of each other, neatly stacked, and the whole suitcase was piled up......

Novel!

The novels are sealed in limited editions and carefully placed in the suitcase, so that you can feel the love for the book.

Akira Shinhara checked all the books, slowly stood up and laughed, holding the shoe cabinet with one hand and covering his eyes with the other, laughing breathlessly.

"I see."

"I see!"

Akira Shinhara muttered in a low voice, put his hand down, and straightened his collar before putting the novels away, and then pulling the suitcase again.

I almost missed this move, but fortunately I have always been cautious, otherwise I am afraid that I would really die in a motorcycle drag racing accident today.

After getting 100 million yen, Akira Shinhara was thinking about what to do, he had never had much need for materials, not to mention that the money itself meant danger.

So Akira Shinhara donated it to Tokyo, Osaka, Yokohama and other places in the form of anonymous donations the next day.

At the same time, he went to the bank and withdrew one-third of his manuscript fee, 200,000 yen, and donated it anonymously to the difficult mountainous areas that he had been funding before.

In this way, even if someone has a heart to check the donation status of the day, they will only find a suspense novelist named Akira Shinhara, who makes a donation every six months.

Other than that, there is nothing to be doubted.

And he walked through several towns with his suitcase at that time, and just in case, Akira Shinhara put in the suitcase the novels he had published, as well as some novels by Yusaku Kudo.

Now it seems that these cautions were worth it.

Akira Shinhara stood up the suitcase, slowly dragged it to the living room, carried it to the study, opened the suitcase again, and took out the books inside one by one and put them on the shelf.

I think the outside world has heard that Mr. Hashimon bought Chizo Ogura Pharmaceutical Company, and it is precisely because of this news that his house will be "visited".

Who could it be? The person who knows that he is involved with Chizo Ogura is Gin or Belmode?

Akira Shinhara bent down and picked up a heavy collection of Yusaku Kudo's novels, carefully and meticulously placed it on the second layer of the bookshelf, reached out and gently pushed it in, looking thoughtful.

No, there's something missing!

What's missing?

Akira Shinhara frowned, picked up a novel again, and sorted out his thoughts from the beginning.

Why did the other person come into the house to look for something? Looking for what?

Is it because of Chizo Ogura?

Wrong!

It's because of the shares of the Kogura Chizo Pharmaceutical Factory!