On Saturday, the wind was warm and the weather was sunny.

Shinhara Ming, who has been at home for three days, has his health reduced to 204, and on this day he finally packed himself, put on a solemn black suit, and sorted out his makeup and went out.

This time, he finally didn't encounter the accident of the flower pot falling from the sky.

I bought two handfuls of elegant and pure yellow chrysanthemums at the flower shop, brought two hardcover pastries, and went to the cemetery.

Today is the death day of the new wilderness.

Put a handful of chrysanthemums and a cake in front of a clean tombstone, Xinyuan Ming bowed a few times reverently, and then looked at the portrait of the young man on the stele, which was a smiling and unrestrained young face, and the words "Tomb of the New Field" were written below.

Akira Shinhara quietly looked at the strange photo on the tombstone, his heart was very calm, and after staying for about ten minutes, he got up and left, and took another handful of chrysanthemums and pastries by the way.

After searching through the rows of tombstones, I finally found Matsuda Jinpei's tombstone.

Akira Shinhara put the flowers and pastries on them, bowed a few times with the same reverence, and was about to turn away, but happened to meet a handsome man with black skin wearing a black baseball cap, with a few strands of blonde hair slightly showing on his forehead, and he was also holding a bouquet of flowers in his hand.

Bourbon? Toru Amuro! How could he be here?

But soon Akira Shinhara reacted again, and the Tokyo Tower bombing that shocked the whole of Tokyo three days ago was broadcast live on TV, and Amuro must have heard about such a big news.

At the same time, I also learned that the heinous bomber who committed the crime for seven years was finally successfully caught, which can be regarded as an explanation to Kenji Hagiwara and Jinpei Matsuda back then.

What's more, the day of the bomber's provocation was the death day of Matsuda Jinpei, and afterwards, many police officers from the Metropolitan Police Department, represented by Officer Twilight, went to pay tribute to the two police officers.

Not to mention Amuro, who is like a brother and sister to them.

I thought I deliberately delayed coming for a few days to avoid the people of the Metropolitan Police Department, and I didn't want to attract their attention and suspicion, but I didn't expect to run into myself who came to worship Shinharano.

Akira Shinhara, who was going to get up and leave, made a move, stood up very naturally and patted the dust on his sleeve, and then continued to stay in front of the tombstone, waiting for Amuro's action.

Amuro just habitually lowered the brim of his hat, and passed by Akira Shinhara with a flower without looking back, only glanced at Matsuda Jinpei's tombstone, and walked straight forward, as if his destination had always been ahead.

Akira Shinhara tilted his head to look at Amuro's back as he continued to move forward slowly, standing upright like a pine and cypress, revealing tenacity and unyieldingness, and suddenly felt that he was a little sad.

It's too late, but he doesn't even dare to ask for an opportunity to worship in the open.

Akira Shinhara sighed a little hypocritically in his heart, but he fell into thought in his heart.

Since Amuro is now in Tokyo, does it mean that Shuichi Akai, whom he is quietly tracking, is also in Tokyo?

After all, Shuichi Akai's undercover incident caused a lot of trouble, and once picked up Gin's face and stepped on the ground, and Gin was eager to catch him and kill him immediately.

As the antagonist of gin, Rum naturally won't let go of this opportunity to watch a good show, and his first choice will be Amuro Toru, the king of performance, and send him to find out about Shuichi Akai's situation.

Not to mention that Amuro himself has a unilateral grudge against Shuichi Akai, which can be said to be very profound.

First of all, during the mission four years ago, Amuro saw with his own eyes the scene of Shuichi Akai "forced" Zhufu Jingguang to commit suicide; Later, he learned that the daughter of his "childhood angel" became a tool for Shuichi Akai to use to enter the organization, and because he died.

Whoever puts this on him is eager to eat his flesh raw.

It's the outsider of Shinhara Ming, who is sad, and the listener is in tears.

I saw that Amuro's footsteps kept walking towards the end of the tombstone, and he didn't stop, and Akira Shinhara slowly got up, turned around and left Matsuda Jinpei's tombstone, inadvertently dropped his wallet in place, and hid it at the corner where he entered the cemetery.

When he contacted Rum before, he always relied on intermediaries, and when he contacted Rum's younger brother, he also relied on intermediaries.

In other words, Rum didn't know what he looked like, and Toru Amuro, who was temporarily sent to contact him, couldn't even know what he looked like, and naturally wouldn't know his skin as a member of the black-clad organization.

He could have relied on his current status to get in touch with Amuro, who had a certain reputation, but it was clear that now was not the best time.

You have to think about how to get close.

Akira Shinhara reached out and touched his chin, waited for a while, but didn't see Amuro return, pursed his lips, turned around and walked towards the cemetery gate.

[Why don't you tell them the true identity of Amuro Toru and Belmode to increase their trust in you?] The forum system spoke, [And with the absence of a competitor, the organization will reuse you more.] 】

Akira Shinhara's face was full of disbelief, and his voice was full of shocked rhetorical questions to the forum system, "Do you think I'm a fool?" ”

"Please, I'm just a guy who just got the code name of the organization, not to mention knowing these secrets, I shouldn't even know Bourbon as an identity, okay?"

"If I directly say that he is an undercover agent, who do you think the organization boss will trust more? Even if it turns out that what I said is true, will my identity be innocent? The organization will only think that I am selling other undercover agents in order to be a better undercover agent, you know? ”

Xinyuan Ming really wants to touch his forehead, sometimes the forum system gives him ideas, he has to wonder if his own system is the undercover agent of the opposite family, specially to pit him, and he doesn't know if he is really stupid or fake.

And for him now, the checks and balances between the black and red sides are the right way, and it will buy him a lot of time for obscene development, and maybe the current up-and-coming talent organization has now become the next target of the organization.

And he only needs to wait until the time is ripe, when his power is strong enough, and then he will personally go out to muddy the water, and maybe even save Amuro from other players, or give him information, sell him a favor, and then make him a talent for himself.

With a lot of thoughts in his heart, ignoring the forum system, Xin Yuanming passed by the security room very calmly, beckoning as if he wanted to stop the car and take a taxi, reached out and touched his trouser pocket, but found that the wallet was missing, and hurriedly found the security guard in the security room to help investigate and monitor.

"I may have landed in the cemetery, please help me show it, is there still there?" Akira Shinhara looked anxious, looked at the security uncle with a sincere and pleading look, but was refused.

"It's not that we don't help you, but today I don't know what's going on, the camera is broken, we have called for repairs, but it hasn't come, and we are waiting for a new camera, which can be installed when it comes." The security uncle looked very embarrassed and quietly told Shinhara Akira about it.

"Run back and look for it, maybe you can find it."

Amuro is really not your average prudence.

Akira Shinhara lowered his eyes, expressed his understanding, thanked the security uncle, turned around and ran towards Matsuda Jinpei's cemetery, and saw the wallet that was still falling on the ground in front of the tombstone, which was carefully turned over and restored.

The money and cards in the wallet were not missing, but my business card was a little crooked.

Akira Shinhara looked at the extra bouquet of bright flowers at Matsuda Jinpei's tombstone, smiled and took out the business card, crumpled it into a ball and carried it in his trouser pocket.

Its mission has been accomplished.