Chapter 89: Stalking the Cake Hand
Ten million.
Fushimi has finished counting the deer, no more, no less, exactly 10 million yen. He sealed the money in plastic wrap and packed it neatly.
Where to hide it?
The police dormitory is small and has a simple structure. On weekdays, there are only a few colleagues who come to visit. If you change the structure of the room, it will definitely attract someone's attention.
So Fushimi Lu has been thinking about this issue since he got the money. He made dinner on the third floor today intentionally. He has already figured out where to hide the money.
Yes, hiding in the kitchen on the third floor is the best option.
Minamoto Tamako has complete reverence for her seniors. Just like a first-grade kid who dares not go to the second-grade floor, she also doesn't dare to easily go to the third floor and set foot in the 'seniors' residence';
Morimu Yalan also doesn't know how to go to the third floor. She has a stereotype about the living environment of the two rough police officers. She thinks that the third floor must be full of cockroaches and rats. If anything happens on weekdays, she always stands on the first floor and calls people;
Although Kazama Takusai and Watanabe Shun live on the third floor, these two bachelors will never enter the kitchen, which can be seen from the dust on the stove. At most, they use a microwave to heat up a lunch, and even the hot water for instant noodles is boiled in an electric kettle. The kitchen is their hidden place in the dark.
And he, Police Officer Fushimi Ka, is the only man who can cook in Sugamo Station. Isn't it normal for him to frequent the kitchen on the third floor?
What's more, he has observed that there is a suspended ceiling in the kitchen on the third floor, and it is an integrated suspended ceiling. The buckle plate on it is removable, which can completely hide a large amount of money.
Fushimi cleared the fingerprints off the bills and tape and placed them back on top of the closet.
He sat by the door and waited for more than half an hour, but never heard Watanabe Shun coming upstairs. He couldn't help but start to mutter in his heart why this guy put away the dishes and chopsticks so stained.
Isn't it because you haven't finished drinking yet, so you are drinking alone downstairs?
Fushimi Lu planned to go downstairs to see what Jun Watanabe was up to in the name of helping clear the dishes.
He rearranged the pen refills and pieces of paper and stomped down the stairs, only to find that half of the dishes and chopsticks on the table had been cleared away, a cold wind was blowing from the door, and there was no sign of Jun Watanabe.
Where are people?
Fushimi Shika stood at the gate of Kyoban, with his hands on his hips and looking around. The lights of the convenience store opposite were on. He crossed the street and asked if there was a patrolman with a plane on his head coming to buy cigarettes. The clerk was reading comics with his legs crossed and said no without looking up.
Weird.
He thought that Jun Watanabe had something urgent to do, so he ran away in a hurry without closing the door or closing the bowl...
After thinking about it for a moment, he had no idea. When he saw Lu Quan, he pretended that nothing had happened. He put his hands in his pockets, hunched his neck, and braved the biting cold wind to cross the road, intending to go back and hide the money in the kitchen.
After taking a few steps, he felt a tingling sensation on the back of his neck, as if someone was staring at him.
Fushimi Deer kept walking, pretending as if nothing had happened, and continued walking forward, trotting all the way into Kouban and closing the door smoothly.
Then, he quickly rushed to the second floor and looked at the street through the crack in the window.
The temperature dropped sharply tonight, and there were few pedestrians on the street. Occasionally, a postman would whiz by on a bicycle. Fushimi Shika didn't see anyone staying where he was and watching.
Illusion?
Fushimi Shika frowned. He thought for a moment, picked up his travel bag, took off his shoes, walked quietly to the third floor, stepped on the stove and hid the money in the kitchen ceiling.
As long as the money was not exposed in his room, he would still have a chance to quibble.
After settling his worries, Fushimi Lu went back to his room, put on his shoes, went downstairs again, crossed the road, and walked into the convenience store.
"Welcome." The clerk still responded indifferently.
Fushimi Lu bought a cup of noodles, asked for hot water, and sat by the convenience store window pretending to eat the noodles. He looked at the passers-by, and the feeling of being spied on never went away.
He was sure that someone was following him, and he was also sure that the person following him was not the clerk next to him. That guy was like an invisible man, hiding in a corner of the street, constantly looking at him with his eyes.
"Tsk, what a master."
Fushimi Lu sighed. He hadn't experienced this kind of feeling like a light on his back for a long time.
In the past, when he was being followed, Fushimi Shika would have just assumed that there was a nympho coveting his beauty and would not have gone into the details. However, it was different from the past. He had something on his mind and a large amount of stolen money was hidden in the exchange, so it was inevitable that there would be rumors.
After all, he is not a professional killer, nor is he a trained professional spy. The anti-tracking ability comes with the Lv1 tracking technique, and the effect is just like that - he can detect that someone is watching, but he just can't find the other person.
In desperation, Fushimi Lu could only add emergency skill points to the tracking technique.
Tracking Technique Lv1→Lv2.
If it were in an anime, there should be a golden experience bar upgrade effect above his head, his eyes would be enchanted with explosive energy, and with the same 3D brain analysis as Jigsaw Brother, he could immediately see where the opponent is hiding.
But the reality was that Fushimi Lu was slurping instant noodles with a sneaky look on his face. He squinted his eyes and looked out the window, and after looking around for a long time, he realized where the following eyes were coming from.
He wiped his mouth with a tissue, threw the instant noodle bowl with soup into the trash can, opened the convenience store door, and walked straight to the corner of the street.
There were a lot of paper shells and cartons piled up next to the recyclable trash can. Fushimi Lu walked closer, stood next to the cartons, and squatted down.
Check out the 16-9 book bar to see the correct version!
After a moment, the cardboard box shook and turned.
Fushimi Shika opened a crack and saw the girl curled up in the cardboard box. He saw a pair of shining eyes.
"How did you escape?" He sighed: "Is the environment in the welfare institution not good? Or is someone bullying you again?"
The girl huddled in the cardboard box is none other than Hira Sakurako.
She blinked, looked away, and didn't respond.
Fushimi Lu was quite helpless. Ping Yingzi was also a witness. He didn't want to get too involved with this girl. After closing the carton, he turned around and left, intending to pretend he didn't see anything.
Before I took two steps, I heard the scraping sound of cardboard boxes behind me.
Fushimi Shika looked back and saw Taira Sakurako following him carrying a cardboard box. Seeing him turn around, Ping Yingzi cowered on the spot again.
He took one step, and Ping Yingzi followed two steps. It seemed that he planned to follow him all the way into Jiaoban.
"What do you mean? Are you relying on me?" Fushimi Lu asked.
Ping Yingzi didn't speak, just cowering in the cardboard box.
Fushimi Shika let out a "tsk" sound and quickly walked back to Kouban. Taira Sakurako followed him in before the door closed. Through the gap in the paper shell, she saw Fushimi Lu pick up the receiver of the landline phone and press the button to quickly dial. It seemed that he was preparing to call the Department of Welfare.
Ping Yingzi looked around and found a ballpoint pen. She tugged on Fushimi Shika's trousers and wrote a sentence on the cardboard in front of him.
"The nose of the plane was kidnapped"
(End of chapter)