Chapter 118 The other shoe finally landed
The girl in front of her nervously stroked her braid, watching Kogoro Mouri pick up the photo on the table and lowered his head.
"This is my father, Kenzo Hirota..."
"Well..." Mouri Kogoro said while touching his chin. The middle-aged man in the photo was standing beside the taxi with a smile. , he looked at the photo, and then carefully looked at the girl's delicate and plain face. He couldn't figure out the reason, so he could only continue to ask, "He was a taxi driver before?"
"Yes." The girl Biting her lip, "He came to Tokyo to find a job, but there has been no news for many days, and he also quit his job at the taxi company..."
Seeing Mao Lilan busy going back and forth to the kitchen to prepare tea for them, Conan yawned and listened to the conversation between Mao Li and Kogoro, and slowly took out his mobile phone.
Although finding relatives sounds like an ordinary small task, but think about the final outcome of the previous "small tasks"...
I feel a little guilty, Conan. I still found the joker’s email address.
[Uncle Maori received a new commission. A girl named Hirota Masami asked him to help find her father. There's nothing special about it at the moment, but since I promised to tell you, I'll report it as promised. 】
A man holding a suitcase is running on a dock full of containers.
He looked back in panic from time to time, but there was no one behind him, as if he was being chased by something deadly.
The strenuous exercise made him gasp for breath, but what soaked the clothes on his back was not the heat caused by the exercise, but the biting cold and fear.
The thin gray clouds in the sky diluted the warm sunshine, and when it fell on the person, there was only a slight warmth, which could not dispel the chill behind him at all.
The gray-blue coastline appeared between the containers. The man gritted his teeth, stopped looking behind him, and rushed ahead.
Run quickly, just take this thing with you and run to the meeting place——
"What are you looking for, sir?" A figure came out from behind the container in front and blocked the man's way.
"!" The running man suddenly stopped, wiped the sweat from his eyes, and saw clearly the person standing in front of him.
This is a slender young man with wheat-colored skin and short blond hair. He has a hearty smile, as if he is greeting customers who enter the store.
“Get away!” The tall and strong man gritted his teeth and waved the suitcase in his hand. Before he could swing it out, he saw the blond man slowly raising his hand, revealing a shiny metallic pistol. out.
"Sorry, this road is blocked." The blond man put away his smile and pointed the box he was holding tightly with the muzzle of his gun, "Put your things down."
right! And this thing, this thing is very important to them!
Remembering this, the man hugged the suitcase more tightly, protecting his vital parts, and roared with anger: "Get out of the way, this thing is very fragile, as long as I exert force -"
"Bang-bang-"
Two quick sounds breaking through the air.
With the words stuck in his throat, the man loosened his grip on the suitcase. The severe pain made his mind go blank. He could no longer care about the life-threatening suitcase. He hugged his blood-spattered knees and rolled on the ground. On the ground, there was a shrill scream.
"You're too slow, Bourbon-senpai."
Goro Akechi poked his head out from the container behind the man, bent his knees and jumped down from the top of the container, which was more than two meters high. Landing lightly on the ground.
"Tsk... Why are you hitting your knee again?" Toru Amuro clicked his tongue in displeasure, stepped forward and pulled the black box out of the man's hand, "Kumel, Can you just kill him with one shot next time? It’s very troublesome to see blood everywhere.” Right, Gin-senpai? "
As he said that, he removed the hot silencer from the muzzle of the gun, shook it casually, briefly checked the gun accessories, and walked to Toru Amuro.
"Stay there and don't move. Come and pick up the goods immediately." Gin's voice came from the earphones, "You are not allowed to open the box without permission."
"What is there to open in this box?" Akechi Goro said. He sighed, and his tone sounded uninterested, "Isn't this the memory card I pulled out from Tang Zezhao... It's been so many days, and it hasn't been transferred yet, and someone can still take advantage of it and steal it out, Tokyo Are there really no problems with the members here? Tell me where the people in contact are, and I’ll ask them for you.” It can kill you." After warning Goro Akechi, a clear sound of brakes came from Ginjiu's side, "Don't open the box."
The communication was hung up here.
Karasawa said "Hey" twice, making sure that Gin was offline, then took off his headphones and looked at Toru Amuro in front of him.
Both men raised their eyebrows and exchanged a knowing look. When Gin walked to where the two people were, he saw Bourbon and Kumail each holding a corner of the box, refusing to give in to each other, with gentle and friendly smiles on their faces, and the atmosphere was tense.
The unlucky man whose knee was penetrated by a bullet has completely passed out. His body is covered with plaster mixed with blood, and there are two big footprints on his face. He looks very uneasy. I don’t know who kicked me.
"Let go." Gin directly grabbed the handle of the suitcase and glanced left and right.
The two people apparently stared at each other for a while, then they obeyed and opened the box at the same time.
After first lowering his head to confirm that there was no problem with the packaging of the box, Gin looked up and looked at his two colleagues.
It was obvious that during the minute or two when they hung up the communication, the two of them had probably gone through a few tricks, and their suits were all stained with dust.
After confirming that he had not been beaten to death or maimed, and that the situation was under control for the time being, Gin was too lazy to talk to the pair of big and small yin and yang monsters, and simply explained a few words about the follow-up to the mission. Vodka picked up the man who fell on the ground and shook it. Hui, the two turned around and left.
Karasawa quickly scanned the surroundings with his "third eye" and gave an OK gesture to Toru Amuro.
The next second, the two of them put away their respective winery status.
"Have you finished changing your things?" Toru Amuro clicked on Karasawa's suitcase.
"It's changed." Tangze lifted the silver suitcase with the word A printed on it, "Make sure no one else has seen it, and they won't find out."
"Why did the organization do this? Suddenly retrieved Hoshikawa Teru's test data." He took out the reagent spray bottle and sprayed it on the ground full of traces of fighting, and Toru Amuro asked his doubts.
Tang Ze took out the spray paint, shook it, sprayed on the blood stains on the container, and sighed: "It's my problem. Hoshikawa Teru's previous training results are very different from mine. I use my The parents' experiment was prevaricated. It seems that they are still somewhat suspicious of this issue."
"Can you hide the data you fabricated?" Toru Amuro asked unconvincingly.
Karasawa nodded firmly: "Absolutely. This data was produced using the recording tool developed by my parents themselves, and it is the real data derived by Xingchuan Hui after repeating the experimental process yesterday... Except for my parents themselves, they can't see it. "
"It's really troublesome." Amuro shook his head.
"There probably won't be a next time." Tangze shrugged easily.
After all, Xingchuan Hui's data is really close to that of a Persona user. The data output is very bluffing. According to his parents' testing standards, he definitely has special abilities.
Two days ago, Karasawa's experiment in the palace got a satisfactory result, and there was also a little surprise, that is, Hoshikawa Teru can really awaken the mask, but there is still a lack of suitable scenes and opportunities. .
He was convinced that the dying Hoshikawa Hui opened a pair of pure golden eyes. At that time, Tang Ze thought that he would get up and tear off a mask to show himself...
Unfortunately, he did not.
It would be great if this was the world view of P3. Tangze put a gun in his hand and let him hit himself. With his fierceness that he didn’t really want to live, Tangze might be I already have teammates who can play shadow together.
Sighing, Tangze didn’t feel too sorry.
Maybe this is just like Haru Okumura in P5. There has to be a moment that is enough for him to burst out his will before he can truly tear off the mask on his face and reveal his true self.
The only change is probably that Karasawa no longer just lets Hoshikawa Teru drive behind him to deliver water.
If you don’t let him try it out on his own, even if there is an opportunity to awaken, he will be missed. Anyway, no matter what kind of shit he is beaten into, Tang Ze can bring him back. If he gets beaten, he will be beaten. , also considered a kind of exercise.
After thinking irresponsibly for a while, the two of them finished cleaning up the messy scene.
There was a "ding" sound from the phone. Tangze took it out and looked at the message sent by Conan.
"Huh..." After wiping the sweat from his forehead, Tang Ze sat down on the ground regardless of his appearance.
"Huh?" Toru Amuro looked over strangely, "Tired? You didn't run very far today."
"No," he crossed his legs and patted the dust on his gloves and clothes. Karasawa breathed a sigh of relief. , "It's just a solid feeling that the other shoe has finally landed..."
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