One o'clock in the morning. For those who love nightlife, this is the time they are active in the world.

But for those conservative early bedtime parties, at this point in time they have entered a warm sleep.

Five kilometers from the mountain villa on the outskirts of Tokyo, a BMW R1200C motorcycle is parked in the woods, which is Fujiwara's favorite motorcycle, and it is he who sits on it.

In order not to be noticed by the organization and Itakura Takura himself, he deliberately came here on a motorcycle, which also caused his whole person to be in a stage of shivering - deep in the mountains in the middle of the night, or in January, it was strange to stand outdoors in sub-zero weather without shivering.

He's been staying here since the Metropolitan Police Department got off work, and he really didn't expect that Takura Itakura didn't contact the members of the organization at all, isn't the time to contact today?

Just as Fujiwara Yu was about to come back tomorrow, a deep sigh suddenly came from inside the earphones, it was Itakura Taku's voice.

He immediately held the headset with one hand to make sure what he heard was clear enough, but then there was no sound again.

Is it hesitating? But Takura Itakura didn't hesitate for long, he finally took out his mobile phone and dialed a number.

When the phone was answered, a woman's voice came from the other side, speaking in a very high tone, it seemed that she was a person of considerable status in the organization, at least higher than Scotland and Tequila.

Fujiwara's brows furrowed slightly, and he couldn't help but think of a face in his mind, a female member associated with the organization, who didn't know why he thought of the guy codenamed Belmode.

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"Mr. Itakura, I was going to use some tough measures, but it seems that I don't need it." There was a smile in the woman's voice, but this smile was full of evil, a kind of mockery, more like using words to tease Itakura Takura.

Judging from the information provided by Zhu Fu Jingguang, Itakura Zhuo has endured mental torture for nearly a year, and if this method is not tough, then I really don't know what toughness is.

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“…… What the hell do you want me to do? Itakura Takura's tone was inevitably a little hurried, his mental condition in the past year was very bad, and the long-term insomnia and mental tension made the whole person a lot haggard, and he was worried that he would die under this inhuman torture one day, so he mustered up the courage to make this call.

He didn't want to die yet, not at all. ——

"Within a year, make the software you developed earlier, and we will buy it at a high price." The woman's attitude is very arrogant, as if the commander is giving instructions to his subordinates, not at all like entrusting cooperation.

Software? A high-priced acquisition? What kind of software is targeted by organizations? Zhufu Jingguang's information also wrote that the organization commissioned Taku Itakura to develop software, but the specific content is not known.

This reminds Fujiwara of Belmode who appeared at Schindler's dinner, and does she want to entrust Schindler's company to complete similar software?

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"Within a year? My eyesight has deteriorated, and I can't ...... at all for a year, "Takashi Itakura didn't want to redevelop that software, first, his eyesight was not enough to complete it, and second, this software should not be made, and if it was used, it would be a huge blow to all mankind."

For the sake of all mankind, he tried to use his vision as an excuse to delay as much time as possible. However, the other party did not give him a way to delay, and his attitude was very tough.

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"Mr. Itakura, if you don't see the software within a year, you'll be thrown into the recycle bin. I don't think Mr. Itakura wants to be a pile of data, or data that has been cleaned. Itakura Zhuo couldn't help but be stunned, this is no longer cooperation, it is a threat.

Whether you choose to refuse to cooperate or do not complete the software within the specified time, you will die. Fujiwara Yo, who eavesdropped on the content, raised his eyebrows, it seems that this software is very important for the organization, and the time limit is limited to one year, which also shows that the organization is in a hurry to need this software.

Why are you in such a hurry? Is there anything unspeakable? ——

"I, I'll try to get it done...... I'll do it within the allotted time. Itakura gritted his teeth and replied that he had no choice, he didn't want to die yet.

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"Humanity can burst out with infinite potential in the predicament involving life, and I believe in Itakura-sama's ability, so the next time I contact you, I will send you the address." In the face of death, human beings always seize every possibility that can be saved.

After the woman said this, she hung up the phone directly, not giving Itakura Takura a chance to ask questions at all.

Fujiwara Yu was not interested in listening to the sound of Itakura Takura smashing things in anger after hanging up the phone, he silently took off the headphones and put them in his pocket, it seems that they will not contact by phone in the future, and if they want to know more about their transaction, they can only sneak into the villa to find out.

He pulled out the keys of the motorcycle, walked briskly towards the direction of Itakura Zhuo's villa, and used the information provided by Zhufu Jingguang to easily bypass the range of all surveillance cameras, and climbed up to the balcony on the second floor to enter the study directly.

To make sure he didn't leave any traces, he also put on shoe covers before entering. Fujiwara Yu took out his own cracked software to easily decipher the computer's password, and implanted a set of viruses in it, these viruses are not harmful to the computer itself, but every time the user uses it, the record will be sent to another computer, which is a kind of remote monitoring in disguise.

After completing this step, in order not to leave traces of use, he also deliberately put all the things that had been moved in their original positions, and only turned the window to leave after ensuring that there were no problems.

He got back on his motorcycle, and before starting, he couldn't help but smile wryly at the thought of what he had just done.

The dignified policeman lives like a thief every day, and it's really hard to explain. After leaving the suburbs on a motorbike and returning to downtown Tokyo, he took out his mobile phone and dialed Yoon Sen Hondo's phone instead of rushing to wash up and rest.

"Krel, why did you call all of a sudden?" There was a hint of sleepiness in Yin Sen Hondo's voice, and his thick nasal voice was obviously just awakened, apparently awakened by a phone call.

Fujiwara Yu didn't expect Yoon Sen Hondo to be sleeping at this time, and it seems that the bar was open until late last night.

He said slightly apologetically, "I'm sorry I disturbed your rest." But there's something I'd like you to help me look into, and I want you to help me look up Takura Itakura's connections in the United States, I remember that he worked in the United States for a while as a CG special effects producer. ”

"Takura Itakura? Well, I see. ”

"Then I won't disturb your rest, good dreams."

"Well, you too."