The rain outside the window kept falling, and it was getting heavier. Judy drove the vehicle smoothly towards the destination mentioned by Shuichi Akai. She was aware of the task responsible for today's show, and even about that woman.
The clues are basically provided by her.
The car parked slowly on the side of the street. Akai Shuichi, who had already checked the gun and ammunition, opened the door and was about to leave. Unexpectedly, a caring word came from behind him, which surprised him.
"Be careful when fighting against the organization. They are more difficult than you think." Fujiwara Yu crossed his arms in front of his chest and closed his eyes to rest. He did not directly tell Akai Shuichi that this silver-haired murderer might be Sharon.
·Wynyard is pretending to be a helper, so even a slight turn doesn't count as helping.
Whoever got him a free ride didn't like owing favors, especially to the FBI.
"Oh, I'll be careful." After the car door closed, no one spoke in the car again.
Judy Stelling, who was in charge of driving, wanted to break the silence several times, but from her observation, Krell didn't seem to be communicating with her, so she had to swallow her questions back... She was really
I want to know the clues that Krell got.
Although Fujiwara Yu turned his head sideways and looked out the window, he was always observing Judy from the corner of his eye. He knew that there was a mole inside CIA, but what about the FBI?
He couldn't even completely trust his own people, so he had to be wary when facing the unfamiliar FBI. After all, he really couldn't figure out why Shuichi Akai would take him to their apartment building, which should be a very private space.
Well...are you familiar with him?
Fujiwara Yu recalled his contact with Akai Shuichi, and it seemed that he had never given him a good look. Either his face was expressionless, or his mouth had an unforgiving yin and yang tone.
You can't just accept Shuichi Akai, right? The vehicle has been heading towards the golden area in the center of New York City. Before entering the underground garage, Fujiwara Yu put his head on one hand and looked at the towering apartment building in front of him, and he couldn't help but sigh.
One of the two should be a rich second generation.
You must know that the income of FBI investigators is not very high. Anyway... it is absolutely impossible for them to live in such an apartment.
After Judy Stelling parked the car skillfully, before she loosened the seat belt, she turned to remind her: "Mr. Krell, please come with me."
"Yeah." Fujiwara Yu took steps to control his speed and ensure that he was diagonally behind Judy. This distance was safer and he could hit back in time even if the opponent wanted to do something to him.
But after stepping into the elevator and catching a glimpse of the floor she clicked on, he couldn't help but frown. Who would have thought that these two people actually bought a penthouse?
This was good, no matter how fast the elevator went up, it would still take a while. After the elevator door closed, Judy Stelling turned her head and wanted to ask Claire if he had eaten dinner, but she saw him closing his eyes and concentrating.
His appearance...doesn't he want to disturb him?
She didn't quite understand Krel's hostility towards her, and it seemed that his attitude towards her was even worse than towards Xiu.
If Fujiwara Yu could know Judy's inner thoughts, he would definitely laugh. He was not closing his eyes to rest. If he, who suffers from elevator phobia, opened his eyes, he might not be able to fall directly into the elevator and go to the nearest hospital.
He had previously tried to overcome his fear with strong methods, but the results were not satisfactory. At best, he would feel dizzy, sweating, and lose all strength. At worst, the world would spin to the point of retching, and in the worst case, he fainted in the elevator.
, if Yinsen Bentang hadn’t been deliberately kept outside, he would have died of shock.
After that time, Yin Sen Bentang forbade himself to use this method to overcome his illness, so now he would honestly close his eyes every time he walked into the elevator to avoid unnecessary trouble.
Arriving with the elevator
After the sound of "ding", there was light in front of his eyes, Fujiwara Yu opened his eyes. When he stepped out and walked out, he noticed that something was wrong with Judy's expression. Judging from the wrinkles between her eyebrows, she was not in a good mood.
Just taking the elevator caused such a big change in her mood. The only person who made her change like this... was herself.
Fujiwara Yu touched the tip of his nose slightly embarrassed. He realized that the other party had misunderstood him, but he couldn't do anything about it.
He reported the "weakness" to her, and after hesitating for a moment, he chose to pretend that he didn't notice it for the time being. Anyway, his reputation with the FBI must be bad, and it wouldn't hurt to have it worse.
"Come in, Mr. Creel." Judy's words were obviously very polite, but from her expression and tone, it was more like saying
"Get out of here." Fujiwara Yu nodded towards her, bent down and changed into slippers, then looked at the decoration in the apartment. It had to be said that the warm color style would indeed give people a warm feeling.
Even... there was a devastating photo of the couple placed on the shoe cabinet. He stared at Shuichi Akai kissing Judy's neck in the photo, his ears turned red in dismay, and he cursed in his heart again: As expected of an American.
I have this kind of thing in front of my house.
The "weapons" attacked the guests indiscriminately. Judy wanted to maintain a cold attitude, but after seeing someone blushing just after taking a glance at the photo, she pursed her lips tightly for fear that the hidden laughter would leak out.
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"Mr. Creel, I haven't had dinner yet, and I plan to cook some spaghetti with bacon. Do you want one?"
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"Huh? Oh, okay, please excuse me." Fujiwara Yu looked at the back of Judy humming into the kitchen, and couldn't help but tilted his head to reveal his confusion. Judy, who was obviously very dissatisfied with him a second ago, why?
It will make you feel so good.
A woman's mind is really complex and difficult to understand. He had no intention of visiting the apartment. He wanted to go to the kitchen to help, but he thought that he couldn't help with easy cooking like pasta, so he went straight to the living room and found a sofa.
Sit down and take out your phone to send an email.
The content of the email was nothing more than asking whether Yinsen Hondo had successfully recovered the vehicle. After getting the reply, Fujiwara Yu put his cell phone in his pocket. He moved his body and prepared to sit on the sofa in a more comfortable position. Suddenly,
I felt like something was sitting on my butt.
He reached behind and took out a square object that looked like a portable wet wipe.
durex. Huh? I seem to have heard of this brand somewhere. Fujiwara Yu held his chin and carefully looked at what looked like a portable wet wipe in his hand. After thinking about it, he came up with a surprising answer. He originally wanted to put the thing back to its original place.
However, he didn't expect that at this time, footsteps could be heard from behind.
The footsteps could only be those of Investigator Judy. If the thing in her hand was seen by her, the already awkward atmosphere of being alone would become even more subtle... Fujiwara Yu, who had no better way, could only hurriedly stuff the thing into his own
Inside his trouser pocket, like a student who was randomly checked for being dazed in class, he suddenly jumped up from the sofa.
"!!" This move frightened Judy who was holding the kitchen knife so much that she almost lost her grip on the kitchen knife.