Confirmed death? Did the wind see that they succeeded?

The thought only flashed through his mind, and a strong sense of foreboding made his throat tighten.

No, if they've succeeded, Kazami will at least send him a confirmation email......

[Meet your new colleague and your future subordinate, "Kumail".] He is proficient in disguise, sniping, and fighting, although his heart is not yet mature, but he is a rare good seedling, you have to cultivate it well. 】

The email did not provide any follow-up notes about Mr. Tang's death, but the sender attached a video file at the end.

Amuro calmed down and clicked on the video file.

After the heart-warming loading, the first thing that appears on the screen is a face that is so close that the lens can no longer focus.

The person in the video seems to be fiddling with the camera, and the angle of view is dim and shaky, and from time to time it is overexposed, flashing white, causing Amuro to squint unconsciously.

"'Ah, it looks like it's done. Sorry sorry, I'm not too good at using this kind of thing. With this slightly apologetic remark, the camera's perspective finally stabilized, and he smiled and closed the distance, and the camera finally finished focusing, revealing the subject's sunny smiling face.

The chestnut silky hair hangs down the cheeks, and the amber eyes are like two pools of honey under the lamp, gentle and amiable.

Amuro recognized him at a glance, this is a new high school student detective who has attracted special attention from the media in recent days because of his handsome appearance and amiable temperament, Akechi Goro.

He's actually a member of the Order, and he's a codename member......

"'Halfway through the interrogation, it seems like I should have documented the proceedings...... It's really hard to deal with a suspicious colleague, and I hope that my future boss, Bourbon, is not such a troublesome person. He held his face in one hand and seemed to complain in anguish, but with this movement, his black leather gloves cut two bright red blood marks on the right side of his face, instantly setting off his young face with an eerie appearance.

He himself was stunned for a moment, looked down at his gloves, and said helplessly, "'I didn't pay attention to getting dirty...... Forget it, it doesn't matter. With that, he grabbed the camera and turned in the other direction, slowly revealing the environment he was in that had just been blocked by his body.

It's a familiar place for Amuro.

The loft of the Polo Cafe.

Opposite the place where Akechi Goro stood, on the only seat in the entire attic, was Tang Zeaki, whose head was bowed and firmly tied to the chair.

Holding the camera, Akechi Goro walked towards Tang Ze step by step, and as the distance got closer and closer, the blood-soaked dirt on Tang Ze's body became clearer and clearer.

The person who restrained him was obviously a ruthless character who was proficient in this way, Tang Ze was not only tied to the joints of his limbs, but his hands were pierced by sharp daggers and nailed directly to the ends of the armrests on both sides, so that he couldn't even open and close his palms, like a white mouse fixed on a foam board waiting to be dissected.

Akechi Goro's black-gloved hand reached over and directly grabbed Tang Ze's sweat-soaked hair that was messy on his face, and pulled his head up hard.

Tang Ze was grabbed by him without resistance, his face covered with cold sweat and tears lost its blood, and his face was cut open by a sharp weapon, and blood snaked down to his neck.

He could be seen shaking uncontrollably from the pain that was beyond his patience, but his mouth was sealed by the tape that had been wrapped around several times, and only a small snort could be heard.

Through the screen, Amuro seemed to feel this sharp pain, and his hand holding the phone was shaking, but he didn't dare and couldn't just put it down, away from the increasingly terrifying image, he could only grasp the phone with both hands and stare at the playing screen.

"'See clearly, it's indeed him, Tang Zezhao.'" Akechi Gorozai carefully photographed the frightened and painful face before placing the camera on the table on the other side, taking him and Tang Ze into the frame in their entirety.

"'I don't want to be so rude, it's a pity that you don't have good sound insulation here, so I can only wronged you.'" He patted Tang Ze's drooping face sympathetically, and Tang Ze shook violently before he picked up a brand-new butterfly knife from the ground, shook a beautiful knife flower and unfolded it, "'It's still the same rule, I asked, nodding or shaking my head.'" As he spoke, he pressed the narrow blade against the side of Tang Ze's neck, leaving a bloody streak there, "'Do you hear clearly?'" ’”

Tang Ze raised his head with great difficulty, ignoring the sharp blade that was against the vital point, and replied with a fierce glare.

"'Ah, it's that look again.'" Akechi Goro's soft voice was low, he lowered his head, grabbed the wound on Tang Ze's shoulder, and made Tang Ze let out a painful nasal sound, "'It seems that I didn't hear clearly. ’”

"Hmm!" Tang Ze, whose mouth was tightly clenched, snorted in pain, and the knife in Akechigoro's hand pierced straight through his forearm and stabbed on the wooden armrest.

"'I don't believe you have nothing in you, and people who have nothing don't have the need to hold on. Where are the things left by your parents? Akechigoro's voice came clearly into the camera's radio.

Tang Ze trembled, closed his eyes and gasped for a while, his chest rose and fell violently, and it seemed that it took dozens of seconds to get used to the pain.

He looked slowly at Akechi Goro, who was looking down at him, neither nodding nor shaking his head, his tape-covered face moving, as if he were smiling.

So he ushered in another fierce sharp knife.

"'Elsewhere? No, not really. Akechi Gorou muttered to himself as if he were looking at the experiment, observing Karazawa's reaction, "'It's here, isn't it?'" ’”

Tang Ze flicked, his eyes closed, ignoring his question, just enduring the sharp pain of the upsurge again.

However, Akechi Gorou no longer gave him a chance to breathe, and with a twist of his wrist, the tip of the knife turned a full circle in his flesh, and then immediately pulled it out.

Another line of blood spilled out with his movements, landing on the ground covered with plastic paper.

Looking at Tang Ze's tragic situation, he knew that a pool of blood must have gathered under his feet at this moment, but the floor of the entire attic was placed with a plastic sheet several meters square, and the blood would not fall on the real floor at all. When everything is over, clean up the mess, and put away the plastic sheets one by one, the whole house will be restored to its original state, and Akechi Goro is an experienced interrogator.

Amuro's mind went blank, thinking mechanically by inertia, as if he had suddenly lost the ability to comprehend the information on the screen, and was almost instinctively summarizing.

The video does not continue to show the details of the interrogation, it seems that the person who received this video has simply processed it, in which the repeated torture part has been cut a lot, and can only be simply distinguished from the timestamp in the upper right corner, from the beginning of his shooting, the whole torture lasted for two or three hours, Tang Ze's school uniform was gradually completely covered with black and red blood, and the wounds all over his body exposed the rolled flesh and skin, and a handsome and slender teenager gradually blurred his flesh and blood, and could only distinguish the basic human form.

Tang Ze was almost stabbed by him.

This sentence appeared in Amuro's mind word by word, and he felt his vision become more and more blurry, and blinked, only to realize that his sour eyes were filled with tears, making him almost unable to read the contents of the phone.

Dozens of days of getting along day and night had already made him very familiar with Tang Ze's appearance and demeanor, but those clips and pictures were shattered by the blood-drenched human body at the moment.

"'Huh?' Akechi Goro, who had cut his leg slowly, suddenly let out a strange questioning sound, he raised the knife in his hand covered with blood clots, and directly stretched out his hand, as if he had touched something, clamped it with his thumb and index finger, and slowly pulled it out.

He raised his hand and looked at the light for a moment, smiling.

He pressed his face close to Tang Ze's face and let out a demonic whisper, "'You've really worked hard, but Lady Luck seems to be on my side.'" I'm so sorry. ’”

After saying that, Akechi Goro, who was also dyed red, walked in front of the camera and waved the things in his hand in front of the camera.

It was a small, black memory card with an inward arrow drawn above, below, and to the right.

With tears in his eyes, Amuro gritted his teeth.

Of course he knew the symbol. This is Kazukawa Karazawa's memory card.