In the middle of the moon, at the gate of the Mihua Central Hospital, a low-key figure hurriedly walked by.

It was the second day of the battle for the defense of Tokyo Tower, and the police stationed outside the room noticed that the man sleeping in the hospital bed had moved his fingers.

- Ikuo Shirota woke up.

The president of the foreign trade company, who started with the foundation of the shipbuilding industry in the early years, gradually pushed the company to its current scale. In the chain of interests of shipping smuggling, he is only the last and most insignificant link, and it is the company that has contracted the long-term right to use a corner of the port of Tokyo Bay, so that the cargo ship can be legally landed, so that it has been included in this black industrial chain, and has been operating steadily step by step until now.

However, the imprisonment of Kantaro Chaki led to the rapid destruction of all evidence related to him, and this "evidence" included Ikuo Shirota.

He was the only person in the entire company who knew the secret, even though all he knew was the name of Kantaro Chaki.

He was kidnapped by robbers arranged by Masaki Shibuyani, and the robbers were subsequently "hanged themselves". When Ikuo Shirota, who had lost his supplies, was about to die of dehydration, Conan spotted his distress signal, and Ikuo Shirota managed to get out of trouble.

By the time Amuro arrived, the man in the hospital bed had regained a little of his weakened strength.

Vocalization was still a struggle for Ikuo Shirota, and his loose vocal cords could only spit out a few indistinct syllables. The police held the fifty-syllable chart in his hand, and made him blink when he pointed to the character he wanted to express, After a long wait, Ikuo Daida finally lived up to expectations and spelled out a name.

"Kantaro Chaki."

"Are you really sure it's this person?" The police officer present held up the ID photo in front of him in disbelief, "The former management officer of the Second Search Division, Kantaro Chaki?"

The reconfirmed answer was still yes, and Amuro took the information and quickly flipped through it.

“…… Search Division 2 is responsible for the investigation of smart crimes, including fraud, breach of trust, illegal embezzlement, etc., most of which are economic crimes. The management officer has a wide range of contacts, and it is not surprising that he can be a protective umbrella. ”

He returned the page to his subordinates, "Kazami, continue to check according to this clue." ”

After arranging the next move, Amuro took another step forward.

He wanted to talk to Ikuo Shirota, and the rest of the people were silent when they saw this. The room was silent for a moment, except for the regular hum of the machines as they worked.

Amuro lowered his head slightly, and his calm gray-blue pupils reflected the frail face on the hospital bed.

"If you're not lucky enough to spot the call for help, you'd be dead by now." He said, "President Yoda, you have been struggling in your room for three days, and you should be able to understand the desperation of waiting for death to come. ”

"You should also be very aware of your situation. Thanks to our blockade, your wife and daughter have been able to live peacefully until now. Their homes are secretly protected by the police, and they don't know the news that you are still alive. ”

"As for your company – it has been liquidated, all evidence has been destroyed, and the only clue is your confession." Amuro said, "Is there anything else you'd like to add?" ”

These words are both soft and hard, even if the previous Shirota Ikuo still concealed some clues out of concern, then he should have spit it out.

After listening, Ikuo Shirota blinked twice, which meant a negative meaning.

A faint sense of disappointment ran through Amuro's heart—there was only so much he knew.

After answering this question, Shirota Ikuo looked at the fifty-tone chart again, and what he struggled to spell out was: "Don't tell them." ”

And that's because you don't know what's safest.

"......" Amuro thought for a while before saying, "The reason why I did this is because the mastermind behind the scenes is a ruthless existence, it is capable and cold-blooded enough, and all traces pointing to it will be completely erased." Chop the grass and eradicate the roots, and there is nothing left. Am I right? ”

He spoke slowly, to make sure that every word Shirota could hear clearly. Amuro's eyes didn't blink until the words landed, and Shirota Ikuo didn't give an affirmative answer.

*

Amuro closed the door with a heavy heart.

Ikuo Shirota's body is still very weak...

, only a short ten minutes a day to maintain wakefulness. After asking, he immediately fell into a coma again.

The information he provided took a small step forward in the distance between everyone and the truth.

Kantaro Chaki...... and a huge black shadow at the top of the chain of interests.

He was the one who forged the formalities for Ikuo Shirota's foreign trade company; After him, who are the so-called high-ranking officials who manipulate him? Amuro didn't have the slightest clue yet.

"Kantaro Chaki has committed suicide in prison." Hiroya Kazami, who hung up the phone, said.

Amuro is no surprise to this.

What he was investigating was like closing his eyes and groping for puzzle pieces in the white mist. The starting point is a report letter about the movement of the Port of Tokyo, but as the fragments gradually increase, it is difficult for Amuro to guess what the final pattern will be.

But as long as you are patient, the puzzle will be completed one day, but the evidence in front of you is constantly erased and disappeared - like casting fishing nets on the vast lake, the slightest carelessness in closing the nets will allow cunning prey to break through the blockade and swim away.

Kantaro Chaki, who committed suicide, is such a fish that swims away.

And beneath the surging lake, there are still many such broken meshes. Thinking of this, Amuro almost felt a slight sense of agitation.

The nails snap into the palms, leaving a pale white half-moon mark. Amuro closed his eyes and took a deep breath: "What about the prison visit?" Has anyone visited him before? ”

- Even if the person is dead and there is no proof, as long as the person is alive, he will definitely leave a clue.

Kazami Yuya said, "Mrs. Chaki visited once, but there is no record of anything else. ”

Amuro said coolly: "Do you think this is possible?" ”

How could a prisoner suddenly choose to give up his life for no reason?

Kazami Yuya also felt that it was impossible, so he immediately shut up.

Corruption in the prison system is not a one-day affair, and a little bribe can cover up the presence of visitors, and powerful people can even openly deliver communications equipment into it.

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Toru Amuro had no intention of commenting on this, he could only frown and say: "Assign a few people to interrogate the prison guards on duty that day alone, and check the monitoring to see if there are any traces of replacement treatment." In addition, "

He hesitated for a moment, then abruptly changed his decision.

“…… No. Seeing this way, we personally took a trip to the tea house. ”

Amuro strode through the hallway, his feet unstoppable the white Mazda RX-7. Kazami followed behind him in a stacked pace, and the moment the engine was about to start, he saw his boss suddenly stop moving.

Just now, Toru Amuro received a text message on his phone.

Amuro stared at it in silence for a long time before turning off the screen and setting it aside.

“…… Time is money. He shook his head and said to himself, "But what I lack most now is time." ”

"Gone."

The white shadow drifted out of the parking lot and merged into the endless stream of traffic on the road. On the screen that had just been extinguished, the sender of the text message revealed that it came from an equally dark being.

[Give me the information of Shinichi Kudo, quickly.] Time is money.

—Rum】

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On this moonlit night, Gin abruptly woke up from a light sleep.

There was already a dark gaze staring at him, and in the faint light diffused by the floating dust, Tang Zeyu's eyes were focused, his eyes did not blink, and he said, "Don't move." ”

He was still leaning against Gin's chest, maintaining the position he had before falling asleep.

- As soon as the footsteps passed through the living room, Gin was aware of the movement outside the side bed, but kept maintaining a light sleep breathing rate, waiting for the tiptoe man to come by himself.

The mattress on his side was slightly concave, and when he lay down on his side, Tang Zeyu did not forget to reserve a distance of more than ten centimeters to prevent him from waking up.

For a moment, something similar to helplessness appeared in Gin's heart.

He may have forgotten how light his sleep was the last time he woke up in the middle of the night when he was unconscious.

And this is helpless very...

Quickly replaced by another emotion, contentment, pleasure...... In short, it is a word of this kind. From the master bedroom to the side bedroom, there is only a living room in between, and Tang Zeyu walked for a week.

…… And he's almost done.

The person next to him was breathing rapidly after falling asleep. Earlier, Karasawa was haunted by nightmares almost every night, and as his memories gradually returned, lingering nightmares haunted him. Gin expertly tightened the man into his arms, holding him to his chest before slowly closing his eyes.

The familiar posture made him lose his usual vigilance, so he didn't notice it at the first time when Tang Zeyu opened his eyes.

The bright moonlight slanted to the end of the bed over time, and a faint glow diffused in the warm air. The edges of the silver hair were soaked with a fine sheen, almost softening the man's deep countenance.

The moment Gin woke up, looking back at the dark green pupils. The same softness and stability, which coincided with the memory so frighteningly, Tang Zeyu's breathing stopped suddenly, and he said, "Don't move." ”

There was such a serious look on his face, like a painter's brush and ink brushing the undulating hills in front of him, and the edges of his breath rubbed against the nerve endings of his skin, bringing some slight itches.

“…… Don't move," he repeated emphatically, and Gin stopped moving.

This is almost a rare thing, looking back on the moment he woke up, Tang Zeyu felt such a sure sense of stability. The fact that vertigo and palpitations subsided so quickly also has the property to blame.

The heat source under his body, and the enduring heat in his arms.

The cramped side bed was quiet and warm, moonlight spilling in through the curtains and a thin cloud of dust wabbling in the air.

The buzzing frequency of the ringing in his ears was high-pitched, and Tang Zeyu knew that it was his own auditory hallucination. He lay down with his eyes closed for a while, and the shrill murmur gradually subsided, like a symphony coming to an end, and soon there was silence all around.

After the tinnitus dissipated, a soft touch came from his forehead, and he found himself leaning against the crook of Gin's arm.

Tang Zeyu then opened his eyes.

The thin shimmer illuminated the outline, and he looked intently inch by inch, from the slightly twisted eyebrows, the deep dark green pupils, the straight bridge of the nose, to the thin lips that were always pursed.

There are always many reasons for it to take on this posture, a bad mouse, an interrupted journey, a halfway completion of a task; And on this quiet night, the wind and waves of the outside world will not affect here, and the corners of Gin's lips will relax slightly without being disturbed by the outside world.

The silence at this time does not bring a sense of panic for no reason, although Tang Zeyu has now found the reason.

He was afraid of Gin's state of ignoring it because he had been so powerless.

The shouts were silent, the waving hands were unanswered, and the figure passed through every crowd like a ghost, and he could not see himself in the mirror alone. This kind of memory, before he lost his memory, must have chewed on it in his heart for a long time, and read it hundreds of times, so that every strand of hair, every inch of blood, and every drop of rain could be clear.

He had been completely erased from the world, watching everything go to the end and there was nothing to be done, and even if he lost his memory, this panic was deeply engraved in his subconscious, and it would suddenly trigger at a certain moment.

But just like the time when Matsuda Jinhei was rescued, after the world line was restarted, all traces disappeared.

These memories will only be replayed in his mind in the end, and no one knows about it except for Tang Zeyu.

Tang Zeyu's thoughts gradually drifted away, from the people in front of him to the things at home. The large coat rack at the door, the full kitchen, and the desk with photos pressed, when he looked back at everything, every corner of the house was full of traces left by his previous life, although Tang Zeyu did not remember.

He thought: We're even.

Gin waited patiently in place, feeling his gaze slip inch by inch. There was a small rustling sound in the darkness, and Tang Zeyu stretched out his hand.

Between his scattered black hair, there are still traces of sweat and wetness, but his dark pupils are very serious. After a long time, the bent knuckles finally walked through the traces of his gaze, and Tang Zeyu gently rubbed the side of his face.

TBC.

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