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Chapter 392 Don’t you feel a bit familiar?

 One forty-nine in the morning.

It was only eleven minutes before two o'clock. After Yu Fujiwara, who was sitting in the car, smoked the last cigarette in his cigarette box, he turned his head and looked at Jinpei Matsuda, who was sitting in the passenger seat, and put out the cigarette in his hand.

, with a smile on his lips:

"At a time when you can't see your fingers, you are still wearing sunglasses. Who are you trying to show off by pretending to be cool?"

Matsuda Jinpei shrugged his shoulders nonchalantly. He opened the car door and walked out. He turned around and put one hand on the door edge, staring at Fujiwara Yu who was still sitting in the car and had no intention of getting out of the car:

"It's not for you to watch anyway, so come down quickly and don't keep those who want to see a good show waiting too long."

"Are you quite considerate of criminals?" Fujiwara Yu didn't miss any opportunity to make fun of him. He got out of the car and locked it with a smile. He also didn't forget to tidy up his suit, as if he was dressing up to attend a big event.

Old late night party.

"...Get out of here."

The two of them walked towards the Aosui Hotel across the street. The smiles on their faces instantly faded and were replaced by seriousness. After all, the enemy was in the dark and we were clear. They couldn't just walk into the trap set by the enemy while being passive.

trap.

The exterior of Aosui Hotel has been almost renovated, but the garden square in front of the hotel is still under construction, and construction vehicles such as excavators and cranes are still parked in front of the hotel.

Fujiwara Yu cautiously approached the front door of the hotel. Surprisingly... the electronic sensor door's sensor system was a bit sensitive. It was still about two meters away, but it had already opened in advance, which made his cautious move a bit ridiculous.

He shrugged at Matsuda Jinpei beside him. After the two looked at each other, they straightened their backs and walked to the hotel lobby. They were all discovered anyway, so it was better to be open and aboveboard, which would make them look more aura.

There was no one in the hotel lobby, and the interior decoration had not yet been completed, but the rest area and the front desk could be vaguely distinguished. Fujiwara Yu keenly captured the twelve surveillance cameras installed in the lobby, which were enough to capture them when they entered.

That scene was captured clearly.

Matsuda Jinpei looked around and twisted his wrists to make noises. He was unhappy with the quiet atmosphere and couldn't help but raise his voice and shouted:

"Hey! Yamada Kimiki! What's the point of calling us here and hiding behind the scenes?"

As soon as they finished speaking, a phone ringing came from the wide space. The two of them had already set their mobile phones to silent mode, so they were sure that it was not coming from them.

Fujiwara Yu followed the sound and walked towards the front desk, which had not yet been renovated. There was a landline telephone placed on the ebony wood table. From the brand-new telephone line, it was easy to tell that it was temporarily installed and should be the handiwork of Yamada Kokei.

He answered the call and pressed the hands-free button, and the other party's voice couldn't wait to appear in the empty environment:

"I didn't expect you would listen to me obediently. I really didn't bring anyone else with me, just you two."

"Playing games means obeying the rules, right? We don't have a penchant for opportunism, so please ask Mr. Yamada not to play those boring tricks. The police's time is very precious. Just tell us where we are going to find you."

"Hahahahaha, don't worry!"

Yamada Kimiki was very satisfied with the cooperation between the two of them. He put his hands on his knees and put his mobile phone in hands-free mode on the small bench in front of him, so that Masami Saito could hear it.

When he arranged for people to investigate Saito Masami, he found that this woman was not simple... just like how she could be so calm when she was kidnapped. This was enough to prove that her identity was not what it seemed. At least she had seen more than the kidnapping.

A more powerful scene.

Yamada Kimiki grabbed a handful of caramel popcorn and did not stuff it into his mouth. Instead, he picked up the remote control on the side and adjusted the TV screen to the surveillance mode. The panel in the upper left corner showed the surveillance footage of the hotel lobby, and the upper right panel showed the surveillance footage of the hotel lobby.

The corner panel is a picture of the corridor on the tenth floor of the hotel.

He picked up the phone and turned to look at Saito Masami, who had his head lowered and said nothing, with a slight smile in his tone:

"Officer Takaji, Officer Matsuda, please go to the elevator on the left and press the button for the tenth floor. This is the first level of the game. If you can successfully pass the level, I will give you the information for the second level...

…Of course, don’t try to make any small moves. There are a large number of surveillance cameras inside the hotel that can provide me with your every move. If there is any extraordinary move, I don’t know what will happen to the game chips.”

Threat. Threatening words that are bold and threatening.

Fujiwara Yu suppressed the anxiety in his heart. The worst thing is to get confused at this time. After he and Matsuda Jinpei looked at each other, he deliberately pretended to be angry and scolded in a cold voice:

"If you dare to touch them, I don't mind letting the police flatten this hotel."

"Hahahahaha!" Yamada Kokei was very satisfied with Takaji Sousuke's answer. He knelt down in front of Saito Masami, patted his phone and asked: "Did you hear that? He is worried about you... That's why I

We can catch him! Okay, now the call time is over, the two players quickly enter the elevator and try to pass the level."

The phone was hung up.

Fujiwara Yu and Matsuda Jinpei didn't say much. They hurried towards the elevator. All they could do now was to listen to Yamada Kimiki's words and at least ensure the safety of the two hostages.

Taking the elevator on the left all the way up, Matsuda Jinpei put his hands in his pockets and noticed that Fujiwara Yu's expression was a little uncomfortable. He frowned and looked at Fujiwara with his eyes closed, always feeling that something was strange.

It's not like that to close your eyes and meditate at this time.

Then why do he close his eyes? It seems like he does this every time he takes the elevator.

After the elevator door opened, Matsuda Jinpei's doubts were temporarily swallowed. He was about to step out of the elevator when he saw a baseball bat being swung at him. The sudden attack caused him to stagger and fall backwards.

"careful!"

After the elevator door opened, Fujiwara Yu opened his eyes and noticed the round man standing outside the elevator. He raised his baseball bat high and knocked it in the direction of Matsuda Jinpei. If Matsuda hadn't reacted quickly enough,

, being hit this time really hurts so much that I can’t stand up.

He held Matsuda, who was falling backwards, with one hand. After making sure that the other person was standing firmly, he stepped out of the elevator and placed his right hand on the edge of the elevator door. He raised his foot and kicked the man who continued to swing the baseball bat.

The baseball bat was kicked away directly from the side and hit a certain yellow-haired unfortunate guy who was trying to come to help. The nosebleed was like a broken faucet, flowing out... If anyone was afraid of blood, he would be on the spot.

It can scare people into shock.

Matsuda Jinpei, who had stabilized his body, directly assumed a boxing stance, and punched back hard twice quickly and accurately, knocking the round man who was half a head taller than himself to the ground, and even knocked out the opponent's two front teeth.

He shook his slightly red right hand, raised the corner of his mouth and looked at the twenty or so social youths who were walking towards us with ill intentions, with a trace of nostalgia in his tone:

"Hey, don't you think the current scene looks a bit familiar?"

"Yeah, the feeling from six years ago is back...how about it, do you want a bet?"

"With ten copies of Matsuya's curry rice, I bet I'll knock out more people."

"Why did it become curry rice? Shouldn't it be fried noodles and bread?"

Matsuda Jinpei stared at his half-moon eyes, his face full of matter-of-factness:

"Please tell me how old we are now, the price of bets will naturally increase with age!"

"...As expected of you."


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