Suddenly, the store fell into silence.

"..." Mikako Sato looked at Shuji Kano quietly. She sighed until the other party started to get a little hairy. "Do you know, I brought something interesting today, do you want to see it?"

"What's interesting, what's that-" Shuji Shino seemed to relax a little, but he choked after halfway through.

The black muzzle was controlled by a slightly trembling hand and pointed it at his face.

"Don't forget, the person you killed was my father who gave birth to me and raised me," Mikako Sato held her second hand on the handle of the gun and said word by word in a trembling voice. "Do you... know, I have been waiting for a long time at this moment. I have dreamed of finding the murderer and letting him be judged."

"You..." Shuji Shino just popped up a word and could no longer speak, but just looked at the gun with a dead face.

"Bang bang bang bang bang bang bang bang!" The sound of the pistols firing continuously sounded in the store.

About a minute later, the phone rang.

"Hey?" Officer Sato picked up his cell phone as if nothing had happened and answered the phone, but her face suddenly changed. "What, I found an arsonist in the warehouse street of Rokuchime, Shinagawa City? He was arrested when lighting an old white painted warehouse? OK, I'll go there right away!"

After saying that, she hung up the phone, then looked at the scene in front of her and sighed. "Do you know, Mr. Shino, I was here to kill you today."

Shuji Kano shrank in his chair, trembling constantly - on the floor behind him, several bullet holes were clearly visible.

"Remember, the reason why I don't kill you is not because I don't hate you, but because if you die, more people's lives will become worse." Mikako Sato said coldly. "I'll give my share to that security guard, I'm not interested in the money at all."

As she said this, she stood up from the chair and left without looking back. Looking at her leaving back, Shuji Shino smiled bitterly.

If she knew what she did a few hours ago, she would probably come back and kill me again?

...

About 30 minutes ago, in Shinagawa District, one man, three woman and four people were walking on the street.

"Is that hotel really that good?" A girl (Nami, the fourth person who made an appointment with Fujiwara and others in the previous case) asked curiously. "Even people who are so experienced in battle like you?"

"It's mainly because of familiarity. After all, it's not appropriate to take you back to our house with you two, and it's a bit cramped if you can accommodate four people." Fujiwara glanced at the girl who was talking and said leisurely. "And if the four people are going to be cleaned, it's better to leave it to the hotel service staff."

"I can finally use it. I was really that way yesterday. I encountered that kind of thing." Another girl who was linked to Firefly muttered. "But I have never walked at night at such a time."

"Senior sister, if you walk at night, it will be too dangerous." Ying nodded. "Or, except for Fujiwara, we should be the type of people who cannot walk at night, right?"

If walking alone at night is dangerous for girls, it is even more dangerous for girls who are so beautiful and not so good at fighting. Even when Ying had to go home after work, she would make an appointment in advance for the taxi driver.

"Will you try something I didn't dare to try before today while I'm here?" Fujiwara looked at the entrance of an alley in front and suddenly said. "If you really want to say it, you'll actually go around here and go closer to that hotel - maybe you can save ten minutes?"

The group came outside the alley and found that it was a long and deep alley. They could only barely see the lights of the streets on the other end of the alley. The two girls looked at each other and finally agreed to Fujiwara's invitation - as for Firefly? Fujiwara is here, so she has never been afraid from beginning to end.

In this way, the four of them turned into the alley together. But just as they were halfway through, Fujiwara found something was wrong.

"Is it my illusion?" He stared at a fork in the direction of the road and said. "Why do I feel that it's bright there?"

"There should be no one here at night. They are all abandoned warehouses that are about to be demolished." Nami, who had just been entertaining everyone at her home, immediately denied this situation. "Isn't it because there are young couples playing exciting here, right?"

"Then are we going to go?" Although that's what Fujiwara speeded up, obviously he had no intention of adult beauty. When the girls saw this, they were ready to follow him with the mentality of watching the show. "Go and see, maybe they will remember to go to the hotel after we were scared once, and we also created GDP for the country!"

"What if they are not old enough to book a room?" Nami asked suddenly.

"Then take it home, it's impossible for parents to sneak into your room at night to see if you really have spent the difficult long night by yourself." The senior sister's alcohol tolerance was probably not good. She had just drunk two glasses of beer before and was already quite unstoppable.

"Senior sister, did you actually do this before?" Ying exclaimed. "You told me before-"

"I didn't know you were so experienced at that time. I thought you would have a cleanliness and other things, so how could you say it!" The senior sister muttered in dissatisfaction, pinching the hand of the firefly that she was holding.

Just as they were approaching the fork road with laughter, a middle-aged man dressed in an extremely weird manner quickly slipped out from there - a baseball cap and a long windbreaker, with the increasingly stronger orange light coming from the other side of the fork road, and he could see that his hand was a pair of gloves.

Both sides were in awkward for a moment.

"Oh?" the senior sister said in surprise. "Aren't you a young couple?"

"The person who came was not good," Fujiwara's face turned cold. "Fenghuan, protect them."

Firefly was stunned, but still obeyed Fujiwara's orders. The next moment, the air that had just flowed through Fujiwara also flowed to her, and she immediately understood why Fujiwara was so alert - it was the smell of kerosene and ignited wood. At the same time, heat waves also gushed from the fork.

This is the arsonist who was rumored to be rumored to be rumored to be rumored to be rumored to be rumored to be rumored to be rumored to be rumored to be rumored to be rumored to be rumored to be rumored to be rumored to be rumored to be rumored to be rumored to be rumored to be rumored to be rumored

"Four people, it seems to take some time," the middle-aged man dressed in a weird manner took out a sheathed dagger from his arms, and intimidated them with a ferocious look with a distorted tone. "So, are you ready to die?"

"Oh, you said 'death' just now, right?" Fujiwara suddenly raised her eyebrows and asked in the tone of a student who was diligent inquiring about the teacher.

"Of course, are you ready?" The middle-aged man did not realize what Fujiwara wanted to do. While walking slowly in their direction, he continued to carry out his psychological offensive in a sarcastic tone.

"That's good, since you're talking about this thing..." When Fujiwara said this, Firewara had already taken out a short and thick metal stick from under her skirt and handed it to Fujiwara's palm, who knew it. With his throwing, the weapon called the swinging stick was immediately fully unfolded.
Chapter completed!