"...Although I don't know what happened between you, but if you want to talk to someone, I'm quite free after get off work."
Miwako Sato put down the man's arm, which had already solidified blood, and turned her head to look around at everything around her.
Hearing this, Katsuki Uehara grinned and avoided the topic: "Go and see if Shiratori has finished vomiting, and check this house."
Miwako Sato, who didn't get the answer, didn't say anything. She just turned her head and glanced out the broken window, with a hint of ridicule in her tone: "He shouldn't be that fast. The speed I drive is usually not something that ordinary people can bear."
of."
"Are you driving fast? Why don't I feel this way? When you were in my car, I didn't even dare to step on the accelerator." Katsumi Uehara, who took off his blood-stained suit jacket and patted his white shirt twice, stepped on the stairs.
Went upstairs.
"You can think of it as me taking care of you?"
Kicking away an overturned corpse, Sato Miwako's eyes fell on its face. She reached out and took out a pair of gloves from the inner pocket of her coat and put them on her hands.
Katsuki Uehara, who saw all this in his eyes, chuckled: "Then do I still want to thank you?"
"You're welcome, I should do it."
Miwako Sato, with her mouth raised, rummaged through it carefully, and then stepped onto the stairs after finding no clues worth noting: "Did you find anything unusual when you came here? For example, the life trajectory of your friend? I looked at the refrigerator.
There’s still some food in there.”
"Those foods were not prepared for him. He doesn't eat daikon and coriander. Moreover, judging from the fact that Rena Mizuna has been waiting here for me, that cell phone should be fake news sent by the winery using Oikawa Kunihiko's identity.
"
Sato Miwako understood instantly, and her face suddenly became serious: "That mobile phone?"
"The model is the same, but I'm not sure whether it's his."
Uehara Katsuki, who understood what she meant, leaned against the stair railing and looked down, licking his slightly dry lips: "After all, the inside has been cleaned, and there is nothing else except the information in the memo."
"...So your friend was sent by the police as an undercover agent?" Pointing to the scattered corpses under the stairs, Sato Miwako didn't finish her words when another figure broke in at the door——
Shiratori Rensaburo, who had experienced the high-speed racing incident, seemed to be in a somewhat depressed state of mind, but when he stepped into the scene of the crime, which was "strewn with corpses", he suddenly became energetic.
His excellent professionalism allowed him to immediately look at the messy murder scene, and he naturally met the eyes of Sato and Uehara on the clean stairs.
"Uehara?"
"As you can see, it's self-defense." Katsuki Uehara shrugged: "Thanks, Shiratori."
"You're welcome, but next time if there is a request for police dispatch, I will definitely drive my own car."
Understanding what he meant, Rensaburo Shiratori waved his hand, took out his gloves from his pocket and put them on, squatted down and looked at the nearby corpse: "Who is the prisoner?"
"Shui Wuliannai, the police failed to keep an eye on her and she escaped. This should be revenge on me.
"Although I guessed that that idiot Oikawa Kunihiko who hadn't been heard from for a year should have been transferred to the public security special operations team, what I didn't expect was that his mission target was actually this winery."
Katsuki Uehara, who hummed twice, said that his mood had not changed much at this time. He flexed his fingers and changed the topic: "Forget it, let's not talk about this anymore. Where are the next people? When will they arrive?"
"It should be soon. Sato is worried about you racing, so he will hurry up." He raised his wrist and glanced at the hands on the expensive dial. Looking at the scene of the crime, which was completely beyond his imagination, he was amazed: "
How did you do it, Uehara?”
"First this way, then that way, and finally this is it." Katsuki Uehara, who pointed his left index finger at the guardrail of the stairs and twisted his neck, heard the sirens coming from outside the window.
Not long after, relevant police personnel headed by Megure Jusan had already set up a cordon outside the building. Miwako Sato and Rensaburo Shiratori had a look of surprise on their faces when they saw him appearing here in person.
"Memu Police Department? Why are you here?"
"I received a call from an FBI agent, who told me that Mr. Uehara was set up by a member of a criminal organization and his life was in danger."
Seeing that the beloved general was just looking miserable and not seriously injured or endangered, Mumu Shisan, who hurried over, finally felt relieved with his heart almost in his throat. After heaving a sigh of relief, he briefly explained the previous call,
The three of them frowned upon hearing this.
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"fbi?"
Tokyo, inside a safe house.
Miyano Akemi, who was chopping vegetables, put the kitchen knife on the chopping board. Her left hand holding the phone suddenly tightened, and her breathing became a little nervous.
"Yes, FBI. Miss Miyano, have you ever heard of the name Saburo Uozuka? He claims to be your boyfriend's subordinate."
"Uotsuka Saburo? No, I have never heard of this name. In fact, I don't know much about the personnel lineup of the Great Lord. I only know that he is from the FBI."
"Dajun? Who is he? Isn't your boyfriend's name Akai Shuichi?"
"My boyfriend's name is Morohoshidai. As for the Akai Shuichi you mentioned, I think that's probably his real name."
Megure Thirteen suddenly became wary: "Are you sure his name is Akai Shuichi?"
"Well. If you are still not at ease, you can ask the FBI agent named Saburo Uozuka to provide me with a photo of the Maharaja, and I can confirm it for you.
"Alternatively, you can also directly confirm with the big one - Shuichi Akai."
"We are in contact with the FBI, but now we need to confirm one thing with you.
"According to the information from Detective Uozuka Saburo, your sister Miyano Shiho has escaped from the organization and is currently being hunted by the organization. He also has photos of Miyano Shiho when he escaped from the criminal organization's research institute. I hope
Please identify it."
"Ok, no problem."
Miyano Akemi nodded and then hung up the phone.
Not long after, she received an email from Mu Mu Shisan in her mailbox——
When I opened it, there were three photos in total.
The first one was the familiar yet unfamiliar Morohoshi Dai—or Shuichi Akai;
In the second picture, although the shooting angle looks like a candid shot, there is no doubt that it is indeed her sister Miyano Shiho. Moreover, her body is stained with blood;
As for the third photo labeled "Uozuka Saburo"...
Is it vodka?!
The uneasiness I felt when looking at my sister's photo was maximized the moment I saw Vodka's smile. The shock in my heart turned into panic at this moment, all because the photo of this man who always followed Gin was labeled by the police as "FBI Agent"
member"!
According to the intelligence from Memu Thirteen, the person who notified the police to rescue people happened to be vodka?!
How can this be?!
Miyano Akemi's eyes widened, filled with intense disbelief.
She is still under the protection of the police. Using the name of the FBI to approach the Japanese police is not afraid of her being exposed——
Wait a moment!
Miyano Akemi suddenly woke up, and her eyes were fixed on the photo of her sister covered in blood...