The overhead surveillance has been powered off, and only two people are left sitting opposite each other in the small, blank interrogation room.

Tang Zeyu's meaning is obvious: from now on, everything that happens is unrecorded.

In other words, even if the writer dies here tonight, Tang Zeyu has the ability to get rid of suspicion and calmly get away with a gesture of innocence.

The writer hummed in a low voice, and since Tang Zeyu entered the door, he finally looked at him.

Slowly, the writer's nose snorted again: "As for when monitoring will resume, shouldn't it depend on your mood?" ”

Unexpectedly, Tang Zeyu raised his index finger and made a silent gesture. Secretly, the writer clenched his teeth, and after a short silence, Tang Zeyu suddenly said: "Of course, it depends on the time of mechanical and electrical repair." ”

He smiled, "—they're all writers, don't be so idealistic."

The writer's clenched jaw did not show any tendency to relax because of this episode, but Yu Karasawa opened the folder in his hand with ease: "Toshihiko Ito." Is that the name? ”

“……”

Tang Zeyu raised his eyes, "Isn't it?" ”

His voice was still gentle and steady, and if he was asking passers-by on the street, he would take the same gesture. But the writer suddenly trembled in his eyes, and then said, "Yes." ”

"Toshihiko Ito, checked into the hotel a week ago, and during the period, he didn't go out, and all three meals were delivered to the front desk by takeout, and then placed at the door by the service staff."

The folder in Tang Zeyu's hand turned over a page, "So you didn't buy anything except takeout."

After reading the key points roughly, he suddenly tilted his head curiously: "Aren't you even ready for the murder weapon?" ”

Toshihiko Ito was choked up by this sentence: "Why, can't the fruit knife be used?" ”

Tang Zeyu was amused by his sophistry and shook his head: "You and I both know that knives, especially this kind of blunt knife for peeling fruits, are difficult to kill with one blow, and the attacked person will be tortured by the pain of blood loss for a long time, and it is also difficult to lose the ability to move immediately. ”

"Considering your and my profession, if the first blow doesn't succeed, the next direction is most likely that you were subdued by me who reacted, and then I called the emergency number myself."

Tang Zeyu calmly deduced the possible future developments, and his tone was more like what he was doing about a popular science program than an interrogation of a prisoner. Toshihiko Ito didn't say anything, and finally Yutaka closed the folder and put it aside.

"All in all, my next trip to the hospital tonight is more likely than the success of your murder plan." He clasped his hands together, "The narcotic gas in the coffee bag can't be what you prepared in advance." Who gave you them? ”

*

Hiroshi Karasawa woke up from the hospital two days ago, and after being discharged from the hospital, he stayed in this hotel. Toshihiko Ito, who lived there earlier than him, also received an order to murder Hiroshi Karazawa.

But then Tang Zeyu rescued Gray Yuan, and at the invitation of Nakamori, he had dinner at his house, and came back late for two days in a row.

Maybe it was the hesitation that couldn't make up his mind, or maybe it was the hesitation that didn't think about the modus operandi, Toshihiko Ito never found a chance to start.

But tonight was different, the murder of Reiko Iori happened in a room not far away, and the residents of a corridor were all included in the scope of suspicion.

No matter what you want...

Will his murderer be caught, but Tang Zeyu will definitely not live here.

There is not much time left for Toshihiko Ito, and he must complete the task of murdering Hiroshi Karasawa before the manager finds the body in the office and the police arrive.

That's why he hurriedly went to the door of Tang Zeyu's room and eavesdropped on the movement in the door.

In one night, the trolley actually passed through the hallway four times.

The first two times was when Eiji Yoshida pushed the cart into the manager's office and returned it to the tool room as it was, and on both occasions he and his girlfriend worked together to transport the body and forge an alibi.

Toshihiko Ito, who was monitoring the movement in the corridor from behind the door, waited for the two to return to their room, and did the same, pushing a small cart to eavesdrop on the movement at the door. This is the third arrival of the cart, but the act of Eiji Yoshida knocking on the door when he passes by for the first time has already aroused the alarm of Yuki Karazawa.

Noticing the movement outside the door, he dialed Date Air's phone and tiptoed to the back of the door.

At this time, Toshihiko Ito, who was outside the door, didn't know that he had been discovered.

He first lay on the door for a while, and after making sure that it was quiet inside, in order to be safe, he still tore open the anesthetic gas sealed by the coffee bag, and soon after, he heard the call and conversation inside the door, and Tang Zeyu also had a friend who decided to come over in the middle of the night because of a quarrel with his wife.

At this point, Toshihiko Ito finally gave up, took the coffee bag and put the cart back in the tool room, and Yu Karasawa behind the door listened to his movements.

The fourth time the wheels sounded, Toshihiko Ito put the cart back in the tool room, hurried back to the room, and piled all the torn coffee bags on the bedside table.

However, no matter how you pour the ordinary bagged coffee, there will be residual coffee powder on the packaging.

The first time he entered Toshihiko Ito's room, Yu Karasawa recognized the identity of the killer behind the door.

Obviously, the case can be solved directly in the corridor of the hotel, but he has to take great pains to bring the suspect back to the police station, and he also asked Takagi to find evidence, waiting for the truth of the case to be revealed, and the suspect has not had time to be released at this moment, the two are in the interrogation room, one-on-one interview.

*

"Who gave you the anesthesia? Or, rather, "

Tang Zeyu lowered his eyes and said calmly, "Inayoshi will - why did they order you to kill me?" ”

Toshihiko Ito suddenly burst out laughing: "You even found out about the Inagishi Society, what else do you want me to do?" ”

His motive for killing Tang Zeyu was very simple, so simple that Tang Zeyu didn't even ask.

Man dies for money. Toshihiko Ito was not a man of good money, but his father was an alcoholic, gambler, and borrowed tens of millions of loan sharks in his name, and then fled.

"I can't afford to pay it back. This man, he ruined my whole life. ”

Toshihiko Ito was cornered by debt collectors and closed his door in the hotel, not because of the so-called shyness in his pocket, but because he was hiding from the people who guarded him; After the incident, Tang Zeyu asked the front desk of the hotel if there were any guests coming in and out at about 10 o'clock, and the front desk said that "strangely dressed people passed by" recently, but in fact they were debt collectors squatting at the door, waiting for him to walk out of the hotel.

The power of the Inayoshi Society is not huge, not to the point of covering the sky with one hand, but when it is engrossed in harassing anyone, it is enough to control any god...

The wise and determined are forced to collapse.

Toshihiko Ito could not report to the police, the loan was indeed in his name, the loan relationship was protected by law, and the police could not interfere with it.

"If I really kill you, I will be in prison for the rest of my life, and I won't have to pay any inexplicable debts, and I can even sleep more soundly."

After confessing his motives, Toshihiko Ito seemed to tear off a mask, panic, nervousness, and vigilance all disappeared, and his face was even calm.

He just hung an expression of nonchalance, and said in a broken and broken tone: "If it doesn't work, I'll kill my father, it's good, one less innocent person will die in vain." I'm afraid of nightmares. ”

*

"Originally, Daoji would want you to repay this debt, but suddenly changed your attention, as long as you kill me, the previous debt will be written off." Tang Zeyu said, "Aren't you afraid that they will backtrack?" What if you do and they still ask you to pay your debt? ”

The folder returned to Tang Zeyu's hand, and he held a pen in his hand, and wrote two strokes on it from time to time.

"It doesn't matter, anyway, I'm barefoot and not afraid to wear shoes, at most I will be deceived again." Toshihiko Ito said.

"And do you know why they do this?"

"Isn't it, my good police department, you even pinched the surveillance, but you don't even know why someone wants to kill you?"

Toshihiko Ito leaned back exaggeratedly, and the pen written by Yu Karasawa stopped, calmly raising his eyes to look at him.

"Isn't that surprising? After all, I'm not omnipotent, and it's not shameful to not know, just keep your mouth shut for the sake of senseless self-esteem. ”

Toshihiko Ito carefully examined Yutakawa's expression, and the latter's expression was unwavering. After a while, Toshihiko Ito said, "Mud Misery." The head of the Inayoshi Society used to be a member of the Mud Misery Society, so you might as well check it out. ”

Tang Zeyu closed the folder: "Thank you for your cooperation." ”

As he got up to leave, Toshihiko Ito suddenly spoke again.

"I overheard them bragging that there was a black police officer up there, so the Mud Misery Society has been standing. I was suspicious of you when I first entered the door," Mr. Ito said, "that's not what a normal police officer, especially someone of your stature, would do." ”

Tang Zeyu's footsteps stopped at the door.

"Yiduo is not pressing,"

He held on to the door with one hand and didn't look back: "Thank you for the compliment." ”

He then pushed the door open, and Twilight Thirteen, Wataru Takagi, and Date Airlines were all nervously waiting there.

Yu Tang brought the door with his backhand, flicked his fingertips, and a small recording pen crossed an arc, which was accurately picked up by Date Air in the air.

"Windfall," Tang Zeyu smiled, "I didn't expect that there would be undercover agents in the Metropolitan Police Department." ”

Compared with this explosive news, Date Airlines is obviously more concerned about Tang Zeyu himself.

His thick eyebrows were twisted together, and he hooked Tang Zeyu with his big hand: "Have you been careful for me lately?" You don't have a snack knowing that someone is going to hurt you, especially in a hotel. ”

"Cold war is cold war, why are you running out? When two people live, there is always one to coax the other, and you are willing to ask Toshihiko Ito, can't you pull your face to coax your object? ”

As a family man, Date Hang talked about these things endlessly, and finally he ended with a sentence of emotion: "Isn't it better to be together than anything else?" I don't have a home every day,...

I don't know what the picture is. ”

The Twilight Police Department and Wataru Takagi had already retreated to 800 meters away, quietly handing over support with their eyes. Tang Zeyu was pulled by him like this, and all the aura that was concave in front of the suspect disappeared.

"Squad leader, you ......" He wiped his face helplessly, Date Hang glared condescendingly, and Tang Zeyu immediately changed his words: "Squad leader, you are right!" ”

"I know it's wrong," Ita retracted his hand, "So go home tonight?" ”

Hiroshi Karasawa: "......"

&nbs

p; Yu Karasawa: "That ......"

***

So there was another chicken, flying and dog jumping, and Tang Zeyu struggled to win the right to sleep in the office tonight under the magic voice of the squad leader.

After several people were gone, Tang Zeyu lay on his desk and finally breathed a long sigh of relief.

It's terrible to be married to an old man.

Before behind the door of the hotel, Tang Zeyu saw the comic update with his own eyes, but it was updated, but only one page was updated, and the content was until Tang Zeyu ended the phone and stared nervously at the door, and the content behind it could not be refreshed.

Karasawa Yu guessed that this should be a daily case for Conan after that, and it didn't have time to happen yet, so naturally it wouldn't appear in the comics in advance.

The barrage was shocked by the amount of information in this conversation, one wave of people were discussing whether Tang Zeyu was the same time as Date Airlines, and another wave of people were worried about whether he was in danger, and the text refreshed quickly at the top of the screen.

[emm, this wave of old thieves is a little unkind, how did you say when you first opened the reset version, "Correct the detour that the original version took because of commercialization during serialization, return to the original intention, and give each character a flesh-and-blood self" - good guy, I knew that the old thief's words could not be believed, and it was only a few words before the old way reverted]

[So the old thief is just rotting money! ] The police academy team is very popular, you suck their blood out of a theatrical version, I put up with it, but can you not stuff people into it again??? Originally, I still had a good impression of the role of Tang Zeyu, but now I am directly defeated, goodbye to you, the rivers and lakes are gone]

[LS, don't be in a hurry to tear up the book! Didn't the old thief also press his head to verify that Tang Zeyu and Date Hang were at the same time, maybe they were juniors or something? 】

[Hehe, I don't care about this, in the final analysis, it's rubbing, I can't see the meaning of respecting the role in the old thief]

[If you die, you will let him die thoroughly, 5-4=0 I have accepted it, so don't do any more tricking corpses, ok? ] Do you still think that Hattori is not ruthless enough in the late stage of the peacetime*? 】

[I have realized the sisters, the character of the old thief is only the real Bai Yueguang when he is dead, and no one knows what kind of work he can do for the surviving characters]

[I can't say that, if you were Matsuda, would you want to be killed by a bomb?] Why should people lose their lives for your desire to keep the character from collapsing? 】

……

[That, if everything hasn't been closed yet, it's still subject to the follow-up update of the old thief, and everyone still don't take out a loan to quarrel qaq]

[This is a solitary appearance! Little Donzawa! Individually! 】

[Judging from the current situation, it is estimated that it will be foreshadowing again, and there will definitely be a long chapter in a few words. 】

[Will something happen to Xiao Tang Ze, I'm a little worried]

The point of view at the end of the barrage is correct.,The content of this grid is almost unprecedented compared to before.,For the first time, there is a perspective content when you're alone.。 Although it is only one page, it may also be a foreshadowing for the big case that follows.

As for the scuffle in front, Tang Zeyu simply skipped it out of sight and out of mind.

Now...

Who was the real mastermind behind the assassination of himself in the evening, he already had a guess in his heart. But the information that was prying out of Toshihiko Ito's mouth was only connected to the Mud Misery, so on the surface, Yu Karasawa only had this clue.

As for the investigation in the shadows, I can't say for sure.

Tang Zeyu pondered, and slowly typed a name in the text message interface.

- Yasuki Tumen.

This is the only person he can think of, who wants to kill "Tang Zeyu".

Yasuki Tomen was the original target of the organization for the assassination in the Kakudo Park, but because of the FBI's troubles, the assassination plan unfortunately failed.

Later, when Tang Zeyu was lying on the bed in the hotel to make up the update, he saw his speech in the comics.

Faced with the question of "how to view the actions of the Metropolitan Police Department in the bombing case", Tumen Kanghui under the live broadcast camera seems to be high-sounding, but under the words, his malice towards himself is so strong that it is difficult to ignore.

Yasuki Tumen and the Mud Misery, the seemingly honest and upright councilor, also seem to have an ulterior connection with □□ in private.

But to investigate this, the above board means will definitely not work, he will have to change the way.

[73, help me take a look at the tasks I have completed recently, and whether there are any rewards in the system. 】

[Okay! The electronic voice jumped out happily, but Tang Zeyu immediately changed his words: [Forget it. You don't need to look for it, help me determine whether Nantian Ludao is a member of the organization. 】

The electronic voice did not reply for a while, and Tang Zeyu clenched his mobile phone.

Is this possible?

73 As ignorant of the system as he was, Tang Zeyu had long since expected it to do anything.

can come back from the cup to the park, I don't know how many lines of green words appear on the task list, and Tang Zeyu has been putting it aside.

In the dark office, only Tang Zeyu's mobile phone interface was lit, the small rectangle illuminated his face, and in his black eyes, his eyes were slightly worried.

A minute later, the electronic tone unexpectedly replied in the affirmative.

[Kusuda Rido is the person of the organization. 】

The first time the system gave an answer so generously, Tang Zeyu immediately asked:

[Is it red or black?] 】

[Black.] 】

What about me? 】

【……】

After a long time of electronic sound, he replied mechanically: [The system authority is insufficient, and this information cannot be queried. 】

…… Okay.

Tang Zeyu was lying on the desk at a different angle, and it was already an unexpected joy to be able to confirm Nantian Ludao's position from the system.

He thought about it, returned to the text message interface, followed the name he had just typed, and continued to edit:

[The connection between Tumen Yasuhui and the Mud Misery Society, give me the information.] －Pulque】

Then Tang Zeyu copied and pasted, logged in to the account of the blank mailbox, and sent the content to Nantian Ludao.

***

Tang Zeyu stayed in the office all night, the window was not well sealed, and the empty Metropolitan Police Department was leaking on all sides.

Early the next morning, he went back to check out when he was stuck in the hotel shift, and sure enough, in the lobby, he saw the front desk lady who was about to get off work.

As the night passed, her baby's fat cheeks visibly darkened, and the black hair coiled behind her head spread out mischievously.

"Ah, see you again, Don...

Sawa Police Department! She greeted happily, trotted in front of Tang Zeyu and bowed, and asked with bright eyes, "Has the manager's case been solved?" ”

"It's settled." Tang Zeyu smiled gently, "There are also strange people at the door of the hotel that you said before." They won't come again. ”

This is Toshihiko Ito's creditor, and after he leaves, the other party will naturally no longer be at the door of the hotel.

The girl covered her mouth with her hands and exclaimed in a low voice, "You are amazing! ”

"It's just a matter of effort." Tang Zeyu looked at the door, "Is the car parked there here to pick you up?" ”

The girl said embarrassedly, "Yes, because I've been a little scared lately...... So my boyfriend said he was going to come and see me, and I asked him to go back and didn't listen. I slept in the car all night yesterday. ”

In the dawn of the night, a strange look flashed in Tang Zeyu's eyes, but the speed was too fast and was not noticed by the girl. Finally, he bowed slightly: "Go back, happy off work." You don't have to worry about it anymore, you can get a good night's sleep. ”

The girl bowed goodbye, held the black satchel in her arms in both hands, and walked to the door with a small broken step.

Tang Zeyu put his hands in his pockets and stood in the pale gold-lit hall, until the tail lights of the car disappeared into the distance, then he withdrew his gaze and went back to the room to clean up.

After all, he only stayed in the hotel for two days, and he didn't have much to bring.

It wasn't until the end that Tang Zeyu took out two half-deflated white plastic bags from the room.

In the eastern clouds, a light milky white gradually brightened, a few pillars of light pierced the darkness, golden red and orange rose, and a pale cyan mist crossed the sky, and it was the sunrise.

When Tang Zeyu stepped out of the glass door of the hotel, the first rays of the rising sun fell on his eyes impartially.

He paused to go out, then simply stopped where he was, squinting in the direction of the golden red clouds breaking through.

In the early hours of the morning, when the sleeping crows have not yet woken up, the air has not yet faded from the coolness of the night, and the faint aroma of plants and trees is diffused everywhere, and there is silence on the deserted streets.

Tang Zeyu has been watching the ray of light in the sky gradually rise, the dark clouds have turned into navy blue, and a star is twinkling lonely in the corner of the slightly cool sky.

The phone in my pocket was shaken at this moment.

At first, Tang Zeyu only ignored it as a text message, but he didn't expect the vibration of the mobile phone to be endless, and he thought that someone might be calling him, so he changed the bag in his right hand to his left hand.

The caller ID is just a string of numbers, and there is no remark. Tang Zeyu's eyes were still in the rising sun, and he glanced at it casually, and then directly answered the channel: "Hey? ”

There was no sound on the other end of the phone, and Tang Zeyu's mood was rare and relaxed at this moment, so he patiently repeated: "...... Hello? ”

On the silent street, there was a sudden gentle fluctuation of breathing, and Tang Zeyu was stunned for a moment, only to realize that the voice was coming from the other end of the phone.

Tang Zeyu suddenly realized something, so he even stopped breathing.

The heart, which had been dormant for a long time, suddenly regained its beating heat, and it was in the chest cavity for a while, and again.

What should I say? He was confused and helpless and thought, what should I say?

Sorry, I'm sorry, I forgot about you?

Pleading, I'm sorry I don't remember who you are, can you tell me about you...

The name?

Promise, I'm sorry I'm out right now, I'll go back when I'm done?

In a blank brain, a thousand words flashed in an instant, but no matter what you want to say, you can't avoid one sentence at the beginning: I'm sorry.

He felt that what the other party wanted to hear might not be this.

After a while, the breathing disappeared, and a busy beep sounded in the earpiece of the phone.

In the end they didn't say anything.

TBC.