The female boss who had just woken up opened the door in confusion and met the gangster with tools outside the door.
They looked at each other for a moment. After all, it was the battle-experienced gangster who reacted faster. He knocked down the civilian employee in front of him with one blow, tied her up, asked her where she put the money, and then began to search for money in the house. Because
His face was seen, and before leaving, he stabbed him several more times, killing the person on the spot.
Toru Amuro: "..."
Although this kind of disaster is pitiable, we have to admit that his current predicament was actually solved like this.
"You're so lucky." Toru Amuro, who had been worried for the past few days, finally relaxed. Then he felt something was wrong, "This way of solving problems looks so familiar..."
A shadowy code name jumped out of his mind. The corner of Amuro Toru's eyes jumped, and his heart that had just been relieved became tense again.
He immediately opened his mailbox and carefully checked the inbox and trash can of each mailbox account... However, he could not find any messages.
…
"Maybe I'm overthinking it." Toru Amuro thought about it all the way until today. Seeing that the situation around him was always calm, he finally relaxed slowly. "If you think about it carefully, although burglaries and murders are not that common, they are not unheard of.
.And if it was really that guy who did it, he should have come to the door long ago..."
Just as he was thinking about it, footsteps approached, and a figure stopped in the corridor ahead.
Toru Amuro suddenly came to his senses. At the same time, he heard a surprise greeting: "Boss?"
Toru Amuro: "...?"
He silently raised his head, and then saw his outstanding detective employee at the corner a few meters away.
"..."
For a moment, the tired migrant worker wanted to turn around and leave.
But when he thought about it calmly, he had encountered it, and he couldn't really pretend that he didn't see anything: he just thought that the detective employee who was involved in murder cases was a headache, and he had no intention of turning a blind eye to workplace bullying against a high school student.
Toru Amuro: "..." Of course, if you meet from behind, you can pretend not to hear. But this time, you are facing me...
He had no choice but to stop the express trolley in his hand and sighed tiredly: "What are you doing here?"
Jiang Xia shook the bag in his hand: "I borrowed uniforms from this express delivery company when I solved the case yesterday, and I happened to come over today to return them."
Toru Amuro nodded, suddenly he remembered something, a flash of inspiration flashed, and he lowered his voice with a serious face: "Don't talk to me when I'm working in the future - I'm sneaking in to collect intelligence, you are too famous now, it's easy for me
Attract unnecessary attention."
Jiang Xia: "..." Although this is not completely wrong, it always feels like you are just making excuses...
"Speaking of which, the boss seems to be in a good mood?" Jiang Xia murmured to Matsuda Jinpei, who was floating next to him, "he actually doesn't even have the murderous intention. Do you have any idea about this?"
Matsuda Jinpei thought seriously for a while, then shook his head helplessly: I don’t understand, I don’t understand at all.
Jiang Xia looked at Amuro Toru for a few times and sighed with regret and condemnation.
On the opposite side, Toru Amuro couldn't help but feel guilty when he saw this. He only felt a faint pain in his conscience. At the same time, he felt that he looked down on Jiang Xia: Can this kind of excuse that was thought up by slapping his forehead really deceive a keen detective like Jiang Xia?
He was about to change the topic abruptly, but at this moment, Jiang Xia glanced behind him from a distance, his eyes slightly fixed.
The next moment, this annoying employee actually took the initiative and said: "In that case, I'll leave first."
After saying that, Jiang Xia really left him behind and left quickly.
Toru Amuro looked at the corridor that had become empty in the blink of an eye: "...?"
...There is a problem, a big problem! Rather than being persuaded to leave by him, Jiang Xia just saw something and then chased after him.
So what exactly did he see?
Thinking of this, Toru Amuro, who had successfully persuaded people to leave, couldn't sit still.
After hesitating for a moment, he handed over the work in hand to other colleagues, and then hurried after him.
…
Two hours ago.
Ayumi Yoshida tossed and turned on her soft little bed all night, never deciding whether to be a bitch or not, and her conscience struggled fiercely.
Maybe it was because her immunity had been weakened by staying up late, or maybe she didn't dodge in time when someone sneezed yesterday. Yoshida Ayumi felt that her body was getting hotter and hotter, and her throat began to hurt.
When it was time for school in the morning, she failed to sit up despite the sound of the alarm clock.
Her mother noticed something was wrong, walked over and took the temperature of the hot child, then sighed and brought cold medicine.
"You don't have to go to school today. Mom asked for leave for you." Her mother touched her forehead apologetically, "I have some urgent things to do in the morning and won't be back until noon - you should sleep well by yourself first. When you wake up, you will catch a cold.
The medicine will take effect."
Ayumi Yoshida huddled under the quilt, nodded lazily, and quickly fell asleep again.
After sleeping for an unknown amount of time, the landline suddenly rang in the living room.
Ayumi Yoshida did not answer the phone. The phone rang a few times and a message was automatically entered. The recorded voice of Yoshida's mother came out gently: "Hello, this is the Yoshida family. If you need anything, please leave a message after the 'beep' sound. I will get back to you as soon as possible."
Contact you."
The phone then switches to recording mode.
However, on the other side of the receiver, the caller said nothing and just hung up the phone in silence.
…
The Yoshida family's apartment is not far away.
A man wearing a courier uniform and covering his face with a rider's helmet smiled coldly and put the handset of the public phone back on the landline.
Afterwards, he went back to the car to pick up an express carton, put the carton under his arm, and pretended to walk into the building.
This apartment is quite high-end and is equipped with automatic doors that require the resident's permission to open.
The courier recalled the information he had received, strode to the door, and pressed the doorbell of one of the houses.
"Is this Mrs. Inoue?" He approached the connected intercom and said in a professional and polite voice, "Here is your package. I will deliver it to you now. Could you please open the door?"
"Oh, okay!" The resident didn't doubt that he was there, and clicked the door button, "Sorry to trouble you."
The security access control, which was better than nothing, was easily bypassed. The courier entered the elevator, but instead of looking for Mrs. Inoue who opened the door for him, he went straight to another house.
When he arrived at the door, he was about to take out the trick tool, but before he did it, he remembered the lessons learned from the past, and the "courier" paused and pressed the doorbell first.
A ding-dong sound rang in the house.
Ayumi Yoshida rubbed her eyes and sat up from the bed. After a moment of confusion, she successfully distinguished the sound of her doorbell, and was suddenly pleasantly surprised: Could it be that her mother was back?
With this thought in mind, she threw off the quilt, jumped out of bed, and ran straight to the door.
