Outside the theater where the Broadway musical "goldenapple" is about to be performed, Yin Sen. Hondo, wearing a black trench coat, is sitting in a street coffee shop. He looks like he is reading a newspaper while pretending to be a sheep. After hearing the content in the headset,
He couldn't help showing a surprised expression.
The plan changed, and someone unexpected appeared? He picked up the latte that had already cooled in front of him with a solemn expression, and asked in a low voice: "Krell, did something happen?"
"I didn't expect Kudo Yukiko's son to come to New York. He is very smart and perceptive. Continuing to implement the original plan will definitely cause a big stir. At the same time, I don't want to involve innocent people, so the original plan is cancelled.
Right." Hearing that it was just the son of the target person who came, Yinsen Bentang breathed a sigh of relief. He took a sip of latte coffee, then walked out of the store with the newspaper. He came to the open-air parking lot near the theater, and stood in the open-air parking lot near the theater.
After getting into the car, he asked: "Then do I still need to guard outside the theater?"
"You go back to the bar and wait. During this period, the target person will definitely not have a chance to be alone. He can only wait until next time."
"Okay, then treat your visit to New York as a vacation." Fujiwara Yu heard this.
The word "vacation" is still a bit sensitive, but his previous vacation days were not so good.
He raised the corner of his mouth and thought of the ticket stub he had purchased, and said in a brisk tone: "Well, it just so happens that I haven't seen the Broadway musical, so I don't want to waste the ticket money." After hanging up the phone, Fujiwara Yu reached out to take off the headset, and his eyes fell on the distance between seven and eight.
In the car, a silver-gray Jaguar, he wondered whether he should disguise himself later.
If with
Will "Takaji Sosuke" pretend to be a chance encounter arouse unnecessary suspicion from Kudo Shinichi? Just when he was wondering what identity to use to approach, the silver-gray Jaguar that was still maintaining a normal speed suddenly accelerated.
, and the speed has exceeded the maximum speed limit... What is going on?
As a public figure, how could Kudo Yukiko choose to speed? Did her following arouse their suspicion?
No, it's impossible. He has always maintained a very safe distance. After hesitating for a moment, Fujiwara Yuu also chose to speed up. He just controlled the speed as much as possible under the maximum speed limit. He knew the destination anyway, even if he arrived a little late.
Time doesn't matter either.
I drove all the way to the theater, and when the car was parked firmly on the side of the road, I saw a police car behind the Jaguar parked in front of the theater.
Fujiwara Yu calmly took out the cigarette case from his pocket, shook out a cigarette and put it into his mouth. After lighting the cigarette, he directly took out the car key, adjusted the seat in a comfortable position and cast his gaze in the direction of Kudo Yukiko.
He looked like he was just watching the excitement, but when he saw the bald police detective suddenly reaching out and grabbing his chin, there was a trace of curiosity in his eyes. What kind of action was this?
Just when Fujiwara Yu was confused, the bald police detective suddenly tore off his face, revealing a face that was extremely familiar to him.
Sharon Wynyard?! Why isn't she, no, not thinking about why she is here now, and how she managed to disguise herself as a man whose body, age, gender, and appearance do not match hers at all?
Fujiwara Yu had no idea that Sharon Wynyard had such superb disguise skills before. He shifted his gaze and leaned on his seat. Now he had a more bold guess.
Sharon Wynyard, Chrissy Wynyard, and Bell Mode. Assuming that these three people are the same person, it can explain why the woman on the phone who is suspected of being Bell Mode knows Taku Itakura, and all previous doubts can be explained.
Clear.
"...This is really an unexpected surprise." Fujiwara Yu licked his slightly dry lips. He put out his cigarette and pushed the door open, watching the four people walking into the theater chatting happily.
He looked down at the mark on his hand
The ticket stub with the word "goldenapple" on it seems that I really have no chance to enjoy a vacation or watch a musical.
He did not rush into the theater, but went nearby to buy a cup of warm latte coffee, and even asked for a sugar cube in a good mood.
I sat in the car and waited patiently for the musical to start, but in less than thirty minutes, Sharon Wynyard's figure appeared from the main entrance of the theater.
"Huh?" Fujiwara Yu felt a little strange. He raised his wrist and glanced at the time. He found that there were less than ten minutes before the start of the musical. Sharon Wynyard was running out of the theater. Didn't she plan to watch the musical?
?
He put on his sunglasses and hid all his conspicuous purple hair in a small top hat, deliberately pretending to be a lame person, and limped towards Sharon Wynyard, who was standing on the street fixing her makeup.
Sharon Wynyard could naturally see the man in sunglasses walking towards her through the mirror. She calmly put on her lipstick. When she turned around, her eyes fell on the man's right foot and she asked in fluent American English: "
Sir, may I ask if you have anything to do with me?"
"Are you Sharon Wynyard? I'm a fan of yours. I didn't expect to meet you in a place like this. Can you give me an autograph?" Fujiwara Yu deliberately changed his accent and spoke English deliberately.
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"Of course you can." Sharon Wynyard reached out and took the paper and pen that was handed to her. She signed it coolly and handed it back to the man in sunglasses. She raised her head and glanced at the dark sky, as if to be a friendly reminder: "It's going to rain. It's not going to rain."
Bring an umbrella and quickly find a place to take shelter from the rain."
"Thank you, Miss Sharon, I will always support you!" The smile on his face disappeared the moment he turned his back.
Fujiwara Yu limped towards the opposite side of the street. It wasn't until the gaze fixed on him disappeared that he resumed walking normally and turned towards the open-air parking lot.
Signatures can naturally become a medium for the power of wind. As a member of the organization, Sharon has to be careful about it.
So he carefully controlled the tracking distance to ensure that he would not be noticed by the other party. The subtle sound of bottles and cans colliding with each other could be heard in his ears. After a while, he heard an extremely familiar sound - it was a pistol.
This is the sound of bullets being inserted into the magazine. Sure enough... Sharon Wynyard is not simple. What is she preparing the gun for?
The sound of a news broadcast came from the car stereo, and the host was telling about the recent serial killings in New York. The murderer specializes in killing young and beautiful girls, and the murderer is also a long-haired Japanese man.
Serial murder case? Fujiwara Yu couldn't help but frowned. He had just seen Sharon Wynyard's superb disguise skills. She could easily disguise herself as someone else, but could she also disguise herself as a long-haired Japanese man?
Could the sound of bottles and jars be the result of her disguise? The corner of his mouth raised a slight arc. It seemed that tonight's harvest would not be small.