Chapter 804 Murderer: Divine gold?
"Shindo Sumire? I know, the address."
Ending the call simply, Gin raised his chin and signaled the vodka to change the route.
"Hachioji City?" Glancing at the message that popped up on his phone, Vodka made some calculations in his mind and shook his head, "It's hard to get ahead of the police even by taking the fastest exit. I'm afraid I can find someone. There’s no time to extract a confession or take him away.”
“There’s no need to extract a confession.” Gin lit up a cigarette and stated the facts calmly, looking at the road still full of traffic in the night. Just wait there.”
According to Ireland, the Shindo Sumire who contacted the police was emotional and had a strong tone. Coupled with her need for police protection, the murderer was probably well aware that she had discovered her identity.
Whether this person is his next target or not, for the sake of self-protection, the murderer should come and do something to this person.
As long as Sumire Shindo is still at home when they arrive at the scene, they just need to wait and wait for the target to come to their door.
"Then, the police will not care about it?" Vodka nodded, of course there was no doubt about Gin's decision, and then confirmed.
There is no progress in the case and the police are struggling. It is hard to say how they will react to this new breakthrough.
"Don't worry about the police. They won't send too many police forces until they get the exact information about Shindo Sumire." Gin, who thought he knew the police's work style very well, took out his mobile phone and pressed a number again.
“Hey, it’s me.”
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“Tuk tuk tuk——”
Hearing the noise coming from the door, Shindo Sumire, who was sitting in the middle of the living room with a carving knife in her hand, trembled suddenly and subconsciously glanced at the warm yellow floor lamp beside her.
After confirming that she had become the murderer's next target, she became frightened and no longer dared to stay alone in the room.
In order to prevent others from seeing that there was someone at home, she did not even dare to turn on the main light and lighting in the room. She only dared to move a dim ambient light, and then nestled on the sofa in the living room, for fear of Once the attacker who is watching out of nowhere confirms her whereabouts, he will come directly to her door to attack her.
Now, hearing the knocking at the door, Shindo Sumire's nerves were extremely tense, and for the first time, she began to regret that she did not change to a safer address after her income jumped.
Although this is a small apartment of high quality, like most low-rise apartment buildings in Japan, there are not many bricks and stones in the building, and its exquisite and simple carved wooden doors cannot stop murderous intent at all. Convicted murderer.
After knocking three times, the person standing in front of the door waited patiently for a moment. Soon, there were three more rhythmic knocks.
Shindo Sumire, who was determined not to open the door until the police arrived, adjusted her grip on the knife, her palms becoming slippery.
"Miss Shindou, don't be nervous, it's me, Kitagawa Yusuke." This time, the visitor who didn't wait for a response said in a deep voice, "I am Mr. Kisaragi's disciple, we met a few days ago."
"Kitagawa...?" Upon hearing the unexpected name, Shindo Sumire opened her eyes in shock.
Kitagawa Yusuke, she has indeed seen it.
Ruyue Fengshui, who has kept a low profile all his life, rarely goes out to participate in any activities except for some business social events such as auctions and collectors salons. He has become a national treasure-level Japanese painter. Even if he disappears and refuses to show his face, no one dares to underestimate him because of his status.
However, this old gentleman suddenly started to operate recently, soliciting investments and organizing gatherings. He said he was going to conduct a large-scale touring exhibition of his personal works. In addition to domestic travel, the plan actually included some overseas itineraries.
Of course it is impossible for the old man to suddenly change his gender at this age. Anyone with a discerning eye knows that he is interested in his new apprentice and plans to train him as a closed disciple. This is to increase his reputation and provide him with Paving the way.
After all, considering Ruyue Fengshui's age, this art exhibition may really be the last one in his life. In the next limited years, will he have the chance to accumulate more peak works? is a problem.
Using such a swan song to grandly push the disciple to the front of the stage, everyone can see the admiration and care in it.
Kitagawa Yusuke, who had no foundation, was originally just a new star who emerged from the sky. It is hard to say whether he will reach the top or be a flash in the pan. Now, he is already the next national treasure-level genius praised by many in the industry. .
Of course Shindo Sumire knew him and had a chance encounter with him at a small art exhibition, but Shindo Sumire, a true new star painter, didn’t even have the opportunity to declare her family status in such a gathering of big shots. She didn’t think she would be with this person. What kind of friendship does a rising star have that makes him worthy of a special visit?
The doubtful Shindo Sumire stood up on tiptoes, looked out at the cat's eyes.
A blue-haired boy wearing a simple white shirt and jeans stood upright at the door.
It was actually Kitagawa Yusuke...
Shindo Sumire looked at the knife in her hand, hesitated again and again, then took off the anti-theft chain at the door with trembling fingers, and opened the door carefully. .
There is no reason for Kitagawa Yusuke to get involved with Nanako Motojo's family and friends. On the contrary, if he really decides to visit the house at the last minute due to some industry issues, if she is implicated by the murderer and she knows the danger but does not warn him, that is It would be really bad luck.
"Mr. Kitagawa, it's so late, what's the matter?" Shindo Sumire opened the door a crack and whispered, "I'm sorry, if there are any artistic problems, I'm here recently. I'm afraid..."
Before she could finish speaking, Kitagawa Yusuke had already grabbed the crack of the open door and pulled it open without any explanation.
"Ah! Kitagawa-kun!" Shindo Sumire was frightened by his actions. She almost raised her hand to stab him with a knife reflexively. When Kitagawa Yusuke opened the door, she just frowned and walked towards her house. He looked inside and saw that there was no intention of touching her, so he slowly relaxed.
As soon as the nervousness subsided, she was keenly aware of the significance of Kitagawa Yusuke's actions.
He was confirming that there was no one else in her home, and he did not regard her as an enemy. So such an action actually implies protection...
"There is no time to say more, Miss Shindo." Seeing that all the doors to her room were closed and only one light was turned on in the living room, Kitagawa Yusuke finally relaxed his brows and said directly without any intention of greeting, "Did you receive it? Passing a piece of mahjong with a mark on it? And a black line was drawn on the back."
There is no reason why Kazuki Motoami, who committed a ritualistic act, should not express his inner thoughts to the victims. This can also be seen in the deceased who died in a car accident.
Even if death itself was caused by Kazuki Motoami, Mahjong cannot be put in by him in the void.
That is to say, the victim must have received the mahjong tiles before his death, and he quickly understood the targeted murderous intention from this item.
Shindo Sumire suddenly called the police, most likely for a similar reason. She received mahjong from the murderer and realized that she was also being targeted, so she asked the police for help.
"Yes. Are you here because of this matter?" Shindo Sumire's face was full of disbelief, "But..."
Her call was only dialed half an hour ago. The police haven't given a timely response yet, how could someone do it so quickly...
Standing in front of her, Kitagawa Yusuke didn't mean to answer her question, and solemnly said: "That's it. Get you Come with me, I will send you to a safe place to hide for a few days. Hurry up and don't take anything. The murderer is about to find it." Shindo Sumire's fingertips trembled hard a few times. The sweat-wet knife could no longer be grasped tightly, slipped from the palm of his hand, and plunged into the floor.
She sobbed softly as she lost control of her emotions. She immediately raised her hand to cover her mouth and nose, and nodded vigorously in response to the other person's questioning gaze.
The threat was imminent, and it was completely unknown when the police would arrive. She had no choice at all.
As an outstanding young man who has no position against her, Kitagawa Yusuke is already her best choice in the current situation.
"Okay, I, I'll take the things..."
She wiped her face randomly twice, ran back to the studio, and grabbed the cardboard box on the workbench.
Although we still haven’t figured out why Kitagawa Yusuke came to us at the critical moment, Lenovo’s neurotic art practitioners have already made many assumptions in their hearts for this sudden magical scene, and even had a vague premonition.
The person who came faster and more timely than the police, who knew the murderer's movements well...
Clenching the box in her hand, Shindo Sumire obediently changed into a pair of comfortable flat shoes. , followed by Kitagawa Yusuke and left his home.
Outside the quiet apartment building, there are shadows of trees and a faint fragrance of flowers.
Shindo Sumire looked at the figure in front of her, looking at the tall man in front of her with some anxiety and some emotion. She stepped on the shadow of the leader and stepped into the moonlight without hesitation.
It must be like that, a phantom thief who punishes crimes and saves lives...
But, having said that, she remembers that Mr. Kitagawa Yusuke is not a thin and beautiful boy with a slim figure and classic beauty. How does it feel tonight? This person has such a broad and strong chest?
Well, it was an illusion. Maybe she felt that the other person looked too reliable now, so she couldn't help but add some filters. Besides, teenage high school students are still growing up, which is normal...
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“What are you looking at?” Xingchuan Hui, who was sitting in the driver’s seat, saw Tangze held the sniper rifle casually and stared at the phone intently. He couldn't help but leaned over and asked, "Is there any new news?"
Although the work thrown over by Gin was not difficult, and it was normal for Tangze to fish around casually, according to his understanding, generally speaking, Karaze would rarely distract him when he was busy.
You need to be cautious when acting under someone else's identity. Tang Ze is very clear about the consequences of being careless. He has been laughed at by the people in the group until now.
“Have fun.” Seeing his curiosity, Tangze simply turned his phone around and shared the picture above with him.
The viewing angle of the picture is not high. It feels like it is only at the height of a person's waist. It looks like a camera placed on a table or something.
The picture shows an elegantly decorated and artistic apartment with only a yellow ambient light on, making it look a little dim.
A sneaky figure crept into the picture.
Wearing sunglasses and a cloak, Matsuda Jinpei was very invisible in the darkness, but he was very recognizable because of this outfit. He looked around the apartment, thought for a moment, and started to decorate it.
He pushed over the clothes hangers, knocked over the flower pots, made a sign that there had been a struggle in front of the door, then pushed open all the closed doors and turned on the big light in the living room.
After doing all this, he took out an envelope from his pocket, stared at it and thought about it for a moment, turned around and stuck it on the back of the apartment door.
Then he opened the door directly, patted the non-existent dust on his body, and walked away gracefully.
I have to admit that he is very stylish in black clothes that can compete with Kidd in the ring, and the way his cloak flies when he strides is even more free and uninhibited.
This made Kazuki Honami, who walked into the door on his back foot, particularly embarrassed.
With his head covered and his face covered, Kazuki Honami held the prepared lock picking tools and stun gun in his hands. As soon as he stood in front of the door, his expression froze.
The door was open, the lights were not turned off, and the door looked messy, as if someone had struggled.
No matter how you think about it, it feels like Shindo Sumire was taken away first by someone.
Kazuki Motomoto looked tense, but he didn't forget to put on his shoe covers and cautiously searched the house first.
Of course, nothing was gained.
His face was a mixture of confusion and anger, as if he felt like he was being targeted, but wasn't quite sure.
Looking at this posture, it should not be the police, but it seems unlikely that there were other attackers.
Sumi Shindo has simple interpersonal relationships. She has just become famous in the art world. She has a little money, but she is not rich enough to be burglarized...
Motogami Kazuki was puzzled. After careful consideration, he pursed his lips again and started searching vigorously.
Forget about anything else, the mahjong he delivered to Sumire's house in Shindo is still in the house.
It seems that the person is definitely missing. The neighbor will definitely call the police tomorrow morning. No matter whether she is dead or not, this thing cannot be discovered by the police.
The place with the most personal belongings of Shindo Sumire is in the bedroom and studio. As he rummaged more and more anxiously, things were scattered all over the floor, but obviously, it was impossible for him to find what he had been specially instructed to do. Take things away.
"What are you doing..." Gritting his teeth, Kazuki Honami clenched the tool bag angrily and looked at the time.
We can't stay any longer. After a while, the neighbors will definitely be confused about the noise here and come over to see what's going on.
Thinking of this, Kazuki Honami turned around quickly to prepare to go out. He stared at the door that suddenly opened for a moment. Suddenly, as if he had an idea, he reached out and pushed the door open.
The envelope that Matsuda Jinpei had randomly stuck there appeared crookedly in front of Kazuki Motogami's eyes.
"...What are you doing? This is it!"
This time, his voice was a little louder, and even made a slight echo in the empty living room.
(End of this chapter)