Slowly pour the cooled hot water over the beans without a drop falling to the ground.

"Mr. Amuro,"

Wait until a drop of water falls from the filter into the kettle, release the water and let the beans expand visibly......

"Mr. Amuro?"

"What?"

Amuro looked up sharply, and Azusa Enomoto beside him reminded, "The hot water is almost gone, so it's time to take away the filter." ”

- When the coffee liquid is brewed from the strainer, foam will be formed above the liquid level. The foam can cause the coffee to smell off, so remove the filter before the hot water runs out.

Amuro finally came back to his senses from a state of contemplation, and a smile appeared on Ikeba's face, "Thanks for the reminder." ”

Take off the filter, and in the transparent coffee pot, hot air rises in the hot American. Amuro poured it into a porcelain-white coffee cup, picked up the tray, and handed it to the guests in turn.

The blonde-haired, dark-skinned waiter shuttles through the morning at Café Poirot, behind the wooden counter, and Azusa Enomoto quietly observes his back.

Mr. Amuro today seems to be out of shape.

Despite the friendly smile on the corner of his mouth, his absent-mindedness was not only reflected in the mistake of making the coffee he had just made, but also in the direction of the handle of the cup where the coffee was placed. In the past, Amuro would decide whether the handle should be left or right according to the customer's sugar habits, but today it is all placed to the left.

Mr. Amuro has always liked to put his heart and soul into his work, and he will carefully observe every aspect of his guests, taking into account every tiny habit. Just like Grandma Heshan, a frequent customer in the store, Mr. Tiananbo noticed that she hadn't taken her medicine yet, so he thoughtfully brought hot water before bringing coffee; He said that seeing a guest smile makes him feel satisfied and relaxed.

Today's state of affairs is different from what it used to be, as if Mr. Amuro had something else in mind. He was distracted by other things, and that's why he made a lot of mistakes at work.

After Toru Amuro returned to the counter, Azusa Enomoto suggested, "If you're not feeling well, why don't you take a leave of absence this morning?" ”

"Hmm...... What? ”

Toru Amuro's reaction was still half a beat slower, and he looked at Azusa Enomoto for a second before he understood what the female clerk was talking about.

Then he put down the tray and pinched his eyebrows with two fingers.

Amuro seemed to be using this movement to force himself to wake up, and after a moment, he looked back and smiled, "It's okay, I can do it." ”

"Besides, some time ago, when I had something to ask for leave, Miss Enomoto Azusa was also alone in the store. If I continue to trouble you today because of physical reasons, I really don't want to go. ”

He smiled and politely declined Enomoto's offer, straightened his apron, and bent down to turn on the faucet. Clear water gurgled by, and after the rag was scrubbed, the recovered cups and plates were cleaned little by little.

Amuro repeats this action mechanically, as if he is erasing all the distractions in his mind at the same time.

Putting the washed dishes into the sterilizer, he finally took a deep breath.

He knows what he is doing.

Being able to be seen by Miss Enomoto Azusa means that her lack of sleep has reached a very serious level, and it can even affect her daily work. But Amuro didn't dare to rest, or he didn't know where to go except for Poirot's Cafe.

He was waiting for a phone call.

Last night, Amuro drove from the Rice Flower Central Hospital to the tea house, although as expected, in the face of the raging fire in front of him, Amuro was still unwilling to hammer the steering wheel.

"It's less than twenty minutes late!"

The licking tongue of fire greedily devoured everything, clues, evidence, everything was destroyed by the fire.

At this time, the fire was raging, and the beams of this single-family building were all wooden structures, and the brick walls were all relied on to prevent them from completely collapsing. This construction also allowed the fire to spread very quickly, and in less than a few moments, all the windows were on fire.

He was a step too late.

Ula's fire trucks came from near and far, and long before he and Kazami arrived, someone in the neighborhood called 119. Training...

Trained firefighters hurriedly got out of the car, and high-pressure water jets rose into the sky.

The shadows of the people were longing in the light of the fire, and the crimson flames illuminated the beating black shadows. Countless figures shuttled back and forth in front of the fire, and the sound of the water column breaking through the air was mixed with the intercom call:

"The fire at the main gate has been extinguished."

"The northeast corner of the house beams are lined up, the fire has spread, please rescue quickly!"

"Stop the fire! Stop the fire! Is there anyone still in the house? ”

"I didn't hear a cry for help......"

"The neighbor said the owner of the house hasn't come out yet!"

The firefighters put on their gear, washed themselves wet under the water, and then rushed in. The boiling heat wave from the shop forced them to stop, and under such a huge fire, not to mention whether there were people in the house asking for help, even the firefighters who rescued them might die inside! Firefighters were anxious, but they could only wait for the fire to get smaller before confirming the situation.

But Amuro knew that it was useless.

When firefighters enter, they will find only a charred corpse. Perhaps after an autopsy, they could also find sleeping pills in Lady Chaki's stomach, and the whole incident would end as an accident.

It could be a spark that didn't go out, it could be a gas stove that forgot to turn it off.

In short, the hostess, whose husband was in prison, was so grieved that she could barely sleep with sleeping pills. The same is true of Lady Chaki this night, who fell into a deep sleep after taking sleeping pills, and her sweet dreams made her not hear the sound of accidents, and she died in her sleep in the raging fire.

The fire burns everything, and this is the cleanest and cleanest way to finish, and it is the favorite method of the perpetrator in the night.

Some firefighters had already noticed Toru Amuro and Hiroya Kazami, who were driving to the side, and one person hurriedly made a gesture of expulsion: "Hey-"

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"——At the rescue site, don't watch the idlers, and cooperate with the work?"

Kazami Yuya raised his hand to take out his public security ID, but Amuro stopped him.

"Stand back."

…… Kazami didn't quite understand his boss's decision, and he could only observe more details from the front. But he didn't resist, and the two exited the green belt and came to the winding path.

Chakiya is located in an upscale neighborhood in Tokyo, and the houses are not crowded, which makes it possible for the fire to be controlled. The neighbor's window was blackened by the flames, but he remained strong and safe before the heat wave, and the only one on fire was this tea house.

Amuro watched in silence as the fire was covered by the flow of water and grew smaller and smaller. The arsonist does not leave a trace; Even if there are clues remaining, with the secondary destruction of the water flow, the evidence inside has long since disappeared.

The throbbing firelight reflected in his gray-blue pupils, almost reflecting the iris in a warm color. At that moment, Amuro tilted his center of gravity and stepped on a stone with his backing heel, causing him to shake unsteadily.

The stones on the soles of the feet were kicked forward, collided with the curb, and stopped. The light refracted on its surface was dazzling, and Amuro realized that it was not a stone, but an earring with diamonds embedded in it.

…… Why did this earring fall here?

Amuro picked it up in confusion, and there was a glitter scattered not far behind him, which was another silver ring. Picking up two pieces of jewelry, Amuro suddenly thought of something and suddenly looked behind him.

All the windows of the Chaki house on fire were firmly closed, and the arsonist made enough efforts to ensure that outside movement did not reach the room. But on the top floor of the third floor, there is a small crack in the window.

A make-up mirror is faintly visible by the window, which is supposed to be a bedroom.

If Lady Chaki was really forced to take sleeping pills, the arsonist would have put her on the bed in order to make everything look real. Maybe it was some kind of flashback that woke her up...... She knew she couldn't escape, so she threw them out with all her might.

A crack in the window, just big enough for them to get through.

But what is she going to do with these jewelry, no one is there, is there any point in keeping some souvenirs?

Unless she was not throwing jewelry, which could only serve as a weight gainer, and this was the only thing that Lady Chaki could get in a hurry. Combine jewelry with it...

Together, the mixed weight can break through the air resistance, like throwing a stone from the window on the third floor to the path not far away!

The pieces of jewellery have all been scattered in all directions...... What about the rest?

Amuro's face changed instantly, and Kazami Yu couldn't react, only to see his boss suddenly take two steps forward and plunge into the bushes of the green belt! At this time, the fire in the tea house gradually decreased, and the rescue team of the fire finally succeeded in sending a team to crawl into the gate.

The left wind saw Yu also stunned in place, looked left and right, and finally decided to follow the steps of his boss, only to reach out and take off his glasses, and a few more people rushed out of the door of the tea house.

It was the rescue team that had just entered, and their improvised folding stretcher had been opened, on which lay a charred corpse.

At the same time, Toru Amuro also jumped up from the bushes!

He was clutching something tightly in his hand, and Kazami Yuya was about to step forward, but he waved his hand. In the chaotic firefighting scene on the side, the forensic doctor in the white coat hurriedly stepped forward, and Amuro glanced over there and motioned for him to leave first.

Walking to a secluded corner where no one was around, Kazami Yuya wondered, "Mr. Shibuyani, what is this?" ”

In Amuro's hand was a paper bag that was full of metal jewelry colliding with each other. The flying sparks burned a hole in the paper bag, and only then did the earrings fall out.

But Amuro couldn't see the valuables inside, and he poured it all into the pocket of Kazami Yuya's suit, and reached out to open the paper bag.

Hiroshi Kazami's eyes widened at that moment.

Even if there is a small black hole burned by sparks, the handwriting of lipstick is still very clear. Like the victim clearly knew that he was about to come to the end of his life, so his weak right hand accumulated the last strength, and a dying and struggling man finally handed the last clue to his eyes-

*

If that's all there is to it, this discovery is far from enough for Amuro to toss and turn for the night.

The name on the inside of the paper bag is full of thunder, and the image represented by this name is often in and out of various public occasions, becoming the morning headlines of all kinds of political news.

Kazami Yu also stared in surprise, but Amuro Toru had a gloomy face: "...... Don't make a statement. ”

"This man," he said slowly, "we think long-term. ”

The name of the person on it is quite powerful, or he is the group of people who stand at the top of the pyramid of Japanese society. If this is not Mrs. Chamu's indiscriminate bite before she died, but if it is true, then how long has this black industrial chain spread?

Or, under the protection of the powerful, how many people did it cover, and how many people in the know died quietly?

What happened to Ikuo Shirota is so close that just imagining the scale of the darkness is enough to send chills down the heart.

Amuro patted Yuya Kazami on the shoulder: "It's just that I didn't see this." I've been working overtime lately, so let's go back and rest first. ”

In the past few days, Kazami Yuya has been staying in the hospital, and he has to open his eyes almost every three hours. Amuro was also exhausted, and he returned to his apartment covered in smoke and dust, and had just returned to bed when he received a call from Yuya Kazami.

“……”

Amuro didn't say anything.

Kazami rarely contacted him directly by phone, and on this kind of electronic device that can leave records, the communication between the two is often one-way, and Toru Amuro will only ask if Kazami Yuya confirms that everything is safe on his side.

A heaviness of breathing, followed by a click, and the phone was thrown to the ground.

"You-" Kazami's voice was still a little unsteady, and he was trying to make his words clear. Amuro knew that he wasn't questioning the person on the other side, but that he was letting himself know what was going on on his side.

"Even if you are reported for bribery, you do not have the right to break directly into a citizen's private home. Who approved this operation? Where is the search warrant? ”

Amuro's pupils shrank, and the next second, he immediately got up from the bed.

; The thin quilt slipped off his body, revealing his vigorous dark brown muscles, and Amuro realized that he couldn't get past it, so he could only continue to distinguish the movement from the phone according to his temperament.

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...

Yuya Kazami's question was not answered...... Confusion. Bump, bang, metal rubbing against the ground, an outstretched kick flew it. The phone clicked and rolled a few times, but the harsh noise suddenly disappeared, and it seemed that someone picked it up-

Toru Amuro immediately cut off the call, and in just a dozen seconds, he immediately cut off the power of the phone, pulled out the calling card, and folded it in half!

The person who picked up the phone only saw the hang-up page of the call, he sighed in disappointment, and turned to his companion and said: Go back and locate this number.

At the other end of the night, Amuro was in the bathroom of his apartment, slowly burning his phone cards to ashes with a lighter.

When the flush button is pressed, the ashes flow down the drain without leaving a trace.

In the silence of the home, Amuro's heart beats like a drum.

got a clue one second, and the next second Kazami Yu was also accused of taking bribes. His arresters came to the door overnight, and the efficiency and close connection of interests made Amuro almost unimaginable. The identity of the undercover agent allowed him to mobilize manpower basically through Kazami Hiroya, and his contact person was arrested, and the world seemed to have turned away from him in an instant.

Amuro rarely experienced this feeling of being pressed step by step, but fortunately he wasn't completely out of options.

He is not a complete one-line undercover agent, the person who knows his identity still has a boss, so that Amuro Toru will not be like those bloody dramas, after the death of the contact, the undercover agent who has cut off contact will be immortalized in the dark world.

On this uncertain morning, what Amuro was waiting for was his boss's reply to the arrest of Kazami Hiroya.

The waiting time was short and long, and the sunlight outside the floor-to-ceiling windows was passing, and before I knew it, half a morning had passed.

Azusa Enomoto was still pondering the strangeness of Amuro's body when a crisp bell outside the store caught her attention.

It was the phone booth outside the door of Poirot's Cafe, the long ringing was endless, but the phone booth was empty.

“…… Does anyone still use a public phone? ”

Azusa Enomoto muttered to herself, and before she could turn her head, a sudden air flow suddenly set off beside her, and Amuro swept out of the counter like a tornado.

His voice was far away: "Miss Zi, please keep the store, I'll go on the phone-"

"Ah," Azusa Enomoto froze in place, and only reacted after a half-beat, "...... Good. ”

However, how did Mr. Amuro know that the call was made to him?

Enomoto Azusa really couldn't figure it out, so she turned around and put the dishes in the sterilizer. The shrill bell stopped, but the wind chimes on the door shook as the door was violently pushed open.

- There was a poisoning case in Poirot's café before, and the murderer took advantage of the deceased's habit to smear cyanide on the wind chimes at the door. After that, the old wind chimes were sealed as evidence, and Azusa Enomoto was replaced with a new decoration, and she would wipe it every day.

The crisp collision was endless, and Enomoto Azusa remembered that today's wind chimes hadn't had time to wipe them, so she just walked out of the counter with a rag and stepped into the café with one foot.

The wind chimes were locked behind by the visitor, and Tang Zeyu stretched out his hand and straightened out the slightly messy plaid scarf.

*

Azusa Enomoto was surprised: "Karasawa Police Department! ”

Now she and this policeman are two-faced. Benefiting from the good impression left before, Azusa Enomoto said enthusiastically, "Did you come back from a field trip to pack lunch?" ”

At a nearby law firm, busy office workers often eat sandwiches from Poirot's Cafe as lunch to satisfy their hunger, and Midori Kuriyama of Fei Law Firm is a regular customer.

Because she didn't know about the promotion, her name for Tang Zeyu has not changed.

"Two sandwiches to pack—it's lunch, indeed," Karasawa smiled gently, "but not in the field." I'm just going to work. ”

"Huh?"

Apparently Enomoto Azusa didn't expect this reply. However, now that a new guest has arrived, she has given up on the idea of wiping the wind chimes for the time being.

Azusa Enomoto lowered her head behind the counter and carefully cut the toast: "...... Is the Karasawa Police Department on leave today? ”

"If you're sick, don't force yourself to go to work. You too, and so does Mr. Amuro," without waiting for a response, Azusa Enomoto ...

He continued to himself, "Why are you so workaholic......"

"I took half a day off, and now it's time to go back to work." Karasawa said.

Just as he didn't correct her title, he accepted the unworthy title of "workaholic" with no more poise. Through the transparent glass door, the blonde figure in the phone booth could be faintly seen, and Karasawa glanced over there, as if unintentionally, "Is Mr. Amuro sick?" ”

"Why! I saw that he looked in a trance, and eighty percent stayed up late last night to investigate the case. Enomoto sighed worriedly, "If you don't sleep well, the wrinkles of staying up late will make your skin age." ”

Tang Zeyu, who also stayed up late, had the same face.

"So, Miss Enomoto Azusa must have a very healthy schedule, right?"

Enomoto Azusa hurriedly shook his hand modestly: "No, no, I'm just more concerned about this." ”

The two people at the counter were chatting and laughing, and the boiled lettuce, tomato slices, and ham slices were stacked on top of each other before the toast was served, and the two sandwiches were gradually completed. After chatting a few more words, Tang Zeyu took the packing box and politely bowed and left.

- If Amuro had any memory, he would have found that the scene where he was trapped and isolated was exactly the same as the scene when he forged fingerprints and forcibly took Yu Karasawa from the search class.

It's a pity he didn't find out.

Behind the departing back, the wind chimes shook for a long time.

*

In the phone booth at this time, Toru Amuro is holding the microphone tightly.

"But Kazumi Yuya-"

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"I can only try to mediate for you, and reduce the valley to zero, this is an order from above, and I have no right to interfere."

The boss's tone was stern, "You planned to screen undercover agents before, and I also gave you the information, but your actions are getting bigger and bigger, so that you almost leak your identity, you have to distinguish which is more important, Bourbon, Kazami Hiroshi is just a contact, and the person who really matters is you." ”

Amuro said nothing. Seeing this, the boss softened his tone again: "The public security is undercover in the organization, and you are the last." No one knows better than you about the turmoil in the country caused by a vast criminal organization, and the hope of all of us is maintained in you. ”

"You are the only eyeliner, the last elite of Group Zero, Shibuyani-san, you have to believe that whether it is me or Yuya Kazami, we will keep your identity at all costs."

- at all costs.

So, can you even abandon Kazami Hiroshi when necessary?

Amuro's face was gloomy, and he didn't want to reply to his boss's soft and hard tone, so he could only remain silent. The voice on the other side finally relented: "I will try my best to help you apply for bail pending trial-"

"No need." Amuro said suddenly.

He casually found an excuse and perfunctory: "There is a new task in the organization, so I will contact you later." ”

The microphone clicked and hung in place. Amuro walked out of the phone booth, just now when he was talking, through the transparent glass, he had already seen the figure outside the door approaching step by step, and at this moment he hurried out the door, and the distance between the two was only a few steps away.

Standing in front of him was Yuya Kazami, who made Amuro lose sleep all night and almost hung up the phone call from his boss.

Kazami Yuya is still wearing the suit from last night, his tie has been wrinkled during the run, and he hasn't even wiped his gray and smoky side face, only his forehead and around the eye circles are clean.

Amuro didn't speak, the habit that had been retained in the underground joints for a long time was still ingrained in his blood, and he should have been relaxed or happy, but these emotions were pressed under a calm shell, and his gray-blue pupils were full of scrutiny.

The street outside the phone booth was empty, and the two of them were silent for a while, and Yuya Kazami was the first to speak.

"I ......"

There was still a hoarseness in his voice that had not been eaten all night. "I was just released by them."

"How's it going?" Amuro asked quietly.

He was observing Kazami Yuya, carefully and cautiously, not letting go of any corner.

Running to get him out of the woods, and being wary of those who disappeared for the night; The two are not in conflict. Kazami...

Yuya's expression was still a little dazed, as if it was because of his own experience, or maybe because he suddenly saw the light, he subconsciously squinted to block the sun, and then continued to speak with difficulty:

"I was blindfolded and taken to a place...... It's not a detention center or a prison. ”

On that chaotic night, Kazami Hiroshi was also broken into his home by a group of people. They speak the most high-sounding tone, but they can't produce any supporting documents, and using power to suppress others is their pass. In the confusion, Yuya only had time to make a phone call to Toru Amuro, and then he was knocked unconscious on the back of the neck and taken away, and when he woke up, his eyes were covered with black cloth, his hands behind his back, and he was handcuffed to an iron chair.

Deprived of vision, he could only judge by hearing that there was no one in the cold room he was in, only a stereo placed a meter in front of him.

The voice changer's voice was old and hoarse, combined with the aria-like tone that politicians are accustomed to, and the amplified sound of the broadcast haunted him like some kind of wizard's evil spell.

In a short period of lucidity, Kazami Yu only heard this sentence.

When he woke up again, he was on the street, not far from Café Poirot, and received a text message on his mobile phone indicating that he was on bail.

He subconsciously walked to Poirot's Cafe and brought the words in his ear.

This person tried his best to fabricate charges and take away Yuya Kazami, but at the end of the day, he just passed on a sentence in a big way-

Or maybe it's not a word, but a kind of high-minded teasing, or rather, deterrence.

"You know who I am." Hiroya Kazami's hoarse voice repeated the haunting sound of the radio in his ears.

In that dark room with blindfolded eyes and handcuffed hands, and the air was filled, all that echoed in the radio was this one paragraph.

"I know too, you know who I am."

At first glance, this sounds like a tongue twister, but when it is said in a frivolous, leisurely, and condescending tone on the radio, it carries an indescribable coldness and weirdness.

"It's seven o'clock tonight, at the Tokyo Sky Tree Revolving Restaurant, and you're the only one. Let's talk openly and honestly. ”

After repeating this, Kazami Yuya suddenly shook his head, he suddenly woke up from a hypnotic state, and suddenly broke out in a cold sweat.

Meeting at the Poirot Cafe, where Amuro works, under the false identity of Zero Valley, is already a serious work mistake, even if he is not forged a crime, this behavior is enough for him to be dismissed on the spot by the Public Security Department of the Metropolitan Police Department.

Kazami Yuya said, "Mr. Shimiya......"

Amuro didn't speak.

Seeing the name written on the note, he already knew who the invitation was.

"You know me, and I know you. See you at seven o'clock tonight in the Tokyo Sky Tree. ”

The person who handed over the invitation may be sitting in an office that symbolizes the highest place of power, leisurely shaking half a glass of red wine, admiring the ugliness of the two of them anxiously and dazedly.

The culprit of illegal smuggling with a cargo ship, exterminating the culprit of Ikuo Shirota and the Chaki family, Toru Amuro finally got the answer after a long investigation.

He is none other than the Chief Cabinet Secretary of the Japanese Cabinet, Masaki Shibuyani.

At this moment, the open and closed door of Poirot's Cafe behind him made the wind chimes ring crisply. Only ordinary customers came and went, and the two people at the phone booth didn't look back.

Hiroshi Karasawa took the packed sandwich and left the street leisurely.

TBC.

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