Pause the picture.

Zoom in, zoom in again.

Then, he saw that the driver of the mud truck seemed to have ripped something off the front windshield and held it in his hand before hitting it.

The picture regresses and reverses............

In the distant picture, the man who was pulled down from the windshield just now was nothing else, it was a pink Hallo Hello pendant!

But why would he, a single man, hang a Hallo Hello pendant in a mud truck?

Is it because the girl's heart is bursting?

It shouldn't be possible............

If it's a girl............

Thinking of this, Fujino's gaze suddenly froze.

That's right, girl.

If the previous archives were correct, Miyamoto Nizaburo should have had a daughter.

Although the medical records show that he died two years ago.

But medical records can also be tampered with.

"If it's as I guess............"

As he spoke, Fujino's brows furrowed, and he stared at the wall in front of him, "That's a far more complicated thing than you think." ”

…………

As the night wore on, Fujino parked the Ford Taurus near the 4-chome of Rice Flower Town.

After a few turns, I came to a two-story house.

The roofs of the houses are painted red, the walls of the courtyard are made of bricks and stones, about two meters high, and the gate is a hollow door welded with black iron pipes, so you can easily see the inside of the courtyard.

Fujino glanced at the name tag on the buttress at the entrance of the house and confirmed that this was the Miyamoto family.

[Power 100% enhancement has been enabled, remaining time: 59 seconds]

With an unenlarged wooden knife wrapped around his wrist, Fujino easily climbed over the two-meter-high brick wall with the help of power-enhancing cards.

Jumping down from the high wall, he landed slightly and stabilized his figure.

After confirming that the door had been locked, Fujino looked at the open window of the room on the second floor.

Glancing at the remaining time of the enhancement effect, he took a deep breath, grabbed the bulge in the wall of the house, and skillfully climbed to the second floor and dived into the room.

Unlike the room of a normal single man who lives alone, the room on the second floor he entered was a relatively clean small room.

Judging from the overall layout, it should be a girl's room.

The room was unusually clean, apparently cleaned regularly.

After searching the room, I found that there were still a few fashionable clothes from a few years ago in the wardrobe, and even a few obscene clothes.

Close the closet.

Fujino found a pink codebook in the drawer in front of his desk.

'Gently' cracking the codebook, he flipped through a few pages and saw that it was a diary.

After reading the whole book, I learned from the diary that the owner of this diary is named Miyamoto Minako, who is about nineteen years old and a graduate student.

The diary was last dated a year and a half ago, and the handwriting inside was hastily carried through.

Probably that means that I can't continue to write a diary here in the future.

"In terms of medical records, Minako Miyamoto should have died two years ago."

Fujino glanced at the diary in his hand, and the corners of his mouth were slightly hooked.

Once he had put the journal away, he continued to search the room.

Unfortunately, after some searching, I didn't find any useful clues.

I just found 50,000 yen in change, and a few photos.

The little girl in one of the photos was no more than eight or nine years old, and Miyamoto Nizaburo looked much younger, and next to the two of them stood a woman with a virtuous temperament.

It presents a happy appearance of the family, which is obviously a family photo.

That woman should be Mrs. Miyamoto, who died ten years ago.

Airplanes!

At this moment, the roar of the engine came from outside the house.

Fujino frowned when he heard this.

He put on his assassin robes, put on his Batman mask, and hid in a closet on the second floor.

Outside the door, three men in black suits, black hats, and black sunglasses on their faces stepped out of the black car.

After arriving at the Miyamoto house, they pried the door open, changed into shoe covers, and walked straight into the house with a black briefcase and a few gasoline cans.

"I heard that the mess to be cleaned up this time is also a peripheral member."

"There is no one on the periphery who can make the organization do this."

"Don't talk nonsense, let's deal with it quickly and leave............"

As he spoke, one of the men sneered: "Maybe one day, we will end up like this." ”

The three of them chatted casually, not noticing a figure flashing past them.

"Someone from the winery?"

Looking at the three men in front of him, Fujino had a lot of thoughts in his heart, and he couldn't help frowning.

To be honest, it's like this one-of-a-kind outfit.

He couldn't really think of any other organization dressed like this except the winery.

But to be on the safe side, let's take a look first.

What if it wasn't a distillery, but a small animal organization?

On the other side, the two who had just entered the room first groped around.

After confirming that no one was there, one of them turned the gasoline drum he had brought in sideways and poured gasoline all over the house.

The other went to the kitchen to open the natural gas switch, and with a jet sound, the liquefied gas began to spread around the room.

The man in black who was waiting in the living room was standing in the living room with a briefcase in his hand, as if he was tinkering with something.

Fujino couldn't help but frown as he stared at the briefcase that the man was carrying.

The briefcase, he knew, was a bomb.

The appearance is the same as the last time he saw on the Shinkansen, and it should be the same style.

"Mission accomplished."

After setting up the bomb in the living room, the man in black first stretched, and then wanted to sit on the sofa and rest for a while.

He wasn't afraid to leave any traces.

After all, it won't be long before this place is in ruins.

"Uhh......h

Suddenly, the man in black who wanted to sit on the sofa just now felt a pain in his waist, and he felt as if he had been bitten by something.

But before he could lower his head to check, he fainted in front of him.

Then, a black ...... A white figure suddenly appeared, dragging it into the dimly lit corner of the living room.

In the corner, Fujino, dressed in an assassin's robe, groped around the man's body.

Just as he took his wallet away, intending to continue fumbling, he touched something hard.

"And guns?"

Fujino took the pistol out of the man's pocket with a strange expression.

It was an M37 revolver with six bullets mounted on the roulette wheel inside.

It is the most common pistol of the Japanese police.

Maybe this guy 'snatched' it from the police, Fujino couldn't help but think.

Immediately, he retrieved the bat dart and took the revolver he had just captured into his personal space.

Even though it's just an M37.

But to be honest, after living two lifetimes, this is the first time Fujino has touched a real pistol.