At this moment, Gregory's cell phone rang.

"Hello?" Gregory raised his eyebrows after looking at the phone number, and answered the call with a hint of confusion. "What's wrong?"

After a moment, Gregory's eyes turned to Qian Yu. "I don't know about this, and I may still need him now."

"???" Qianyu was a little stunned, because Gregory was obviously talking to someone about something related to him.

"Tomorrow morning?" Gregory frowned slightly. "Forget it, I'll leave these matters to you..."

After a few seconds, Gregory's expression suddenly became very subtle. "You...I see...Okay, then we will go back soon."

After hanging up the phone, Gregory took out a small bag from his pocket and put the mahjong tiles in. "Call the local police to handle these matters. We are going back - they can do whatever they want with the body and car, but the important thing is

The evidence needs to be brought back to the Metropolitan Police Department."

…

"What happened?" Twenty minutes later, Qianyu asked Gregory while sitting in the car returning to Tokyo.

"Didn't you tell me that you were invited here by the big shots above?" Gregory spread his hands. "Manager Matsumoto called me just now and asked me if I had taken you out - he said he invited you.

I came here to take notes, but I couldn’t wait for you, and then I found out that you had been taken away by me.”

"Manager Matsumoto?" Qianyu raised an eyebrow. "You mean Mr. Matsumoto Kiyonaga?"

Matsumoto Kiyonaga... If his memory is correct, his position should be the manager of the First Investigation Division, which is equivalent to the leader of the First Investigation Division. It is indeed no problem to ask Megure to summon him on his behalf... But the problem is

What is he looking for?

"By the way, he has gone home now, so I can't inquire with you." Gregory added. "But there will be a meeting about this case at the Metropolitan Police Department at 10 o'clock tomorrow morning, so it is related to the case.

The police from the jurisdiction will come at that time. Matsumoto hopes that you will be able to observe through closed-circuit television in the next room, and then he will record the issues related to the case with you after the meeting."

"Ten o'clock tomorrow morning?" Qianyu frowned. "We still have class - forget it, after all, the exam is over, there shouldn't be anything to talk about... I will ask the teacher for leave."

…

10:20 p.m., Mihua Central Hospital.

Grigory, wearing a chemical protective suit that had just been washed under the shower and was still wet, walked out of the autopsy room where the lights had just been turned off and returned to the preparation room - in order to maximize preservation.

The entire autopsy room was in a low-temperature environment, and the body was soaked in a large amount of formalin solution, so he needed a complete set of chemical protective clothing and thermal equipment to ensure his safety.

"Are you really busy? Mr. Gregory Asker." Just as Gregory was about to turn on the lights in the preparation room, a voice coming from the darkness made Gregory stop and look at the sound.

The place it came from.

"Are you—" Gregory's eyes paused in the darkness for a moment, and then relaxed. "It's you, why are you here?"

"How did you know it was mine?" The voice suddenly changed, and a new voice appeared.

"My chemical protective suit is a very complicated handicraft, with more functions than you think." Gregory seemed to have no visual impairment in the dark, and walked straight to the light switch, preparing to turn on the light. "Otherwise it would be very difficult.

You may not be able to see the truth.”

"Forget it, since you and I can see, there's no need to turn on the lights, right?" the voice on the other side dissuaded. "I also wear night vision goggles."

"Then you'd better take it off," Gregory unzipped the chemical protective suit and said. "I can't keep wearing this extremely hot thermal vest and this rather bulky chemical protective suit, so sooner or later I will

You need to turn on the lights."

"Okay," the voice on the other side seemed to have a wry smile. "Then go ahead. There's no one around here anyway, and we probably won't be seen."

About ten seconds later, Gregory, who had completely broken free from the protective clothing and thermal equipment, turned on the light and looked at the owner of the voice.

Matsumoto Kiyonaga was sitting on the table, looking at him.

"what happened?"

"Do you still remember the third corpse sent in the mahjong series of crimes?" Matsumoto Kiyonaga asked. "The secretary and housekeeper of Representative Nagisa from Ashikaga City, Tochigi Prefecture, Okakura Masaaki, was on vacation in Saitama Prefecture.

time to be killed."

"Remember," Gregory nodded. "What's wrong?"

"According to the clues provided by his relatives, his amulet bag was taken away," Matsumoto Kiyonaga said solemnly. "There is an organized list of potential lurkers in it."

"Your list of lurkers?" Gregory frowned. "Wait a minute, is that guy the leader of those lurkers?"

"Of course not," Matsumoto Kiyonaga's face was gloomy. "It's just that that guy probably made some kind of deal with a dead guy, and then got a list of some of the names of lurking people."

"Looking at your tone, it doesn't look like he was killed by your people," Gregory raised his eyebrows. "When did you become so weak that you couldn't even do assassination?"

"We originally planned to do it," Matsumoto Kiyonaga shook his head. "But we seemed to have spent too much time in the planning stage, and in the end we were overtaken by a young person who happened to take away what we needed -

—The list is in the amulet bag."

"So you need me to help you get the list back during the physical evidence examination?" Gregory asked. "Tell me, in what form does the list exist?"

"A USB flash drive that can hold 256kb files," Matsumoto Kiyonaga said. "The shell is light blue."

"I know," Gregory nodded. "So, do you have anything that can help fund my research? Extra."

"I'm afraid we don't have this yet," Matsumoto Kiyonaga shook his head. "But if you need any resources, you should be able to contact the organization, and the action team will be happy to get you what you need."

"Both AIDS patients must be of Nordic descent." Gregory said. "By the way, where is the real Matsumoto manager you replaced?"

"He is an important sacrifice to be used as a scapegoat. Of course he is still alive and well." Matsumoto Kiyoshi spread his hands. "Let's not talk about this for now. By the way, if necessary, you can act with your little assistant.

——He is one of your own in a sense, as long as you don't make it too difficult for him, he will try his best to help you achieve your goals."
Chapter completed!