The black Maserati sedan was speeding on the highway in heavy rain. The pale light of the xenon headlights on the front of the car pierced the rain curtain. The turbulent air waves mixed with the sound of tires running over the waterlogged ground, like the roar of wild beasts.
The pointer on the instrument panel was fixed at the astonishing "300", and this coupe with excellent pedigree was shuttling on the highway in the suburbs of Tokyo at a super high speed of 300 kilometers per hour.
Of course there were other vehicles on the road. A car was quickly overtaken by this black Maserati and then left behind. Among them were more expensive Ferraris and Lamborghinis. The owners of these supercars tried to overtake by the Maserati.
To catch up and overtake.
But without exception, they gave up within a few seconds... No matter how hard they stepped on the accelerator, they would only be thrown further and further away, and they could only see the red taillights of the Maserati in their field of vision.
It pulled out a straight stream of light, then drifted away, and disappeared out of sight in a few seconds. They couldn't even see the taillights.
It's not that these super sports cars are incapable of reaching a speed of 300 kilometers per hour, but that no one dares to race as crazy as this Maserati. The moment the accelerator bottoms out is enough for ordinary people to experience the feeling of separation from the soul being thrown out of the body.
Everyone who was overtaken guessed that the owner of the Maserati was definitely a professional racing driver...or a lunatic who blindly pursued speed and passion without risking his life. That guy must have held the steering wheel with both hands while stepping on the accelerator and racing with passion.
, concentrating entirely on the slippery road on a rainy day, with tense nerves and burning eyes.
But they all thought wrong. The person sitting in the driving seat of Maserati was not a professional racing driver or a madman, but an old man with silver-white hair. His gentlemanly appearance was in great contrast with his fierce driving skills. The old man was not like
As those people had guessed, he was holding on to the steering wheel tightly. On the contrary, he was not too relaxed. One hand was casually placed on the steering wheel, and the other hand was holding a glass of semi-transparent and semi-turbid Louis XIII brandy.
.
In heavy rain, racing at an astonishing speed of 300 kilometers per hour and driving drunk. To ordinary people, this behavior is tantamount to dancing on the edge of a knife, but to the elderly, these are commonplace.
Because the old man's name is Hilbert Jean Angers.
After Angers took a sip of wine, the phone connected to the car's Bluetooth suddenly made a "dududu" sound. Someone called Angers at this time. Angers glanced at the caller ID and could not see any information or number.
is encrypted.
Angers pressed the answer button and said in an unhurried tone: "もしもし."
"Mr. Hilbert Jean Angers, right?" There was a deep male voice on the other end of the phone. "The matter you entrusted to us has already been sorted out. Do you think you will have time to come and hand it over to us in person?"
Or we can send the compiled information to your email, and after you confirm the information, just pay the balance to our bank account."
"Don't send emails, let's chat in person." Ange glanced at the time, it was now two fifteen in the morning, "In fifteen minutes, we will meet at your office at two thirty. Remember to prepare some good wine for me.
There’s not enough wine in the car.”
"Okay." The person on the other end of the phone still answered in a low voice.
Angers hung up the phone, drank the brandy in the glass, then held the steering wheel with both hands, and pressed the accelerator with his black leather shoes.
The speed just now is not the limit of this car. This Maserati can actually reach a speed higher than 300 kilometers per hour!
This car had been modified. Before coming to Japan, when Angers was on the plane to Tokyo, he had already received the news that the car had been successfully ordered and sent to the black market for modification. The bottle of Remy Martin in the car
It comes as a bonus, but unfortunately there is only one bottle, which is not enough to drink.
The strong wind swept the torrential rain, and electric snakes swam in the dark clouds. The sky seemed to have opened a huge mouth, and the black beast drew a fleeting arc on the road in the distance, modeling the lake in the distance.
The bustling city with bright lights was swept away in the wind and rain.
…
The Maserati was parked on the banks of the Sumida River in Asakusa, Tokyo, in front of a row of ancient buildings.
The raindrops fell on the black front cover of the car, making a "pitter patter" sound, and were evaporated by the overheated engine, causing white mist to "sizzle".
Angers stepped out of the driver's seat, and a man in a black trench coat wearing a hat and mask slowly approached and held up a huge black umbrella for him.
"Mr. Angers?" the man asked in a low voice.
Angers nodded slowly.
The man in black led Ange towards the entrance of a residential building. On the side of the door was a sign saying "Okawabata Detective Agency", with some illegible handwriting. In the dark night of heavy rain, the dilapidated old building looked like a huge
The entrance to the ghost shadow is its huge black mouth, which swallows the figures of Ange and the man in black.
The corridor was cramped and dark, without even a light. This residential building seemed to be uninhabited. There were only a few scattered lights in the surrounding buildings. The man in black led Ange all the way up.
The fourth floor was the top floor of this small building. He pushed open a solid wood withered door that was incompatible with the surrounding dilapidated environment, and his vision suddenly opened up.
Except for the load-bearing wall columns, the entire floor has been opened up. The space is extremely open. The gorgeous crystal chandeliers and antique tables and chairs are of great value. There are well-stocked bookshelves and wine cabinets in the corners. Directly opposite the door is
There is a long rubber wood table, and at the end of the long table sits a man in a black trench coat who also wears a hat and mask.
Angers sat down at the other end of the long table, picked up the Henry Richard brandy on the table, and poured himself a glass.
"I just finished driving. When I first got on the highway, the weather was still very hot, and then it suddenly started raining heavily. Until now." Angers took a sip of wine, "Has the weather in Tokyo always been so unpredictable?"
He turned his head and watched the thunder and lightning rolling in the dark clouds, drawing cyan arcs, and the torrential rain hit the old eaves, forming a transparent curtain of water rolling down... Angers did not eagerly inquire about the results of the commission, but instead seemed to
It was a customer who walked into the bar, admiring the scenery outside the window, and his tone was as relaxed and comfortable as chatting.
"Japan also had the rainy season in the past, and heavy rains would always last for two or three days, but it is not as frequent as this year." A man across a long table from Angers said to Angers, "The weather forecast on the news station said that this is
Because the warm and humid air from the Pacific Ocean is controlling the climate throughout Japan, heavy rains like this will suddenly fall from time to time this summer... But compared to this statement, I think it is more like a punishment from the gods. Whenever Tokyo
When heavy rain falls, the mud in the city will be washed out, perhaps this is a sign that some kind of huge disaster will befall this land."
In front of him was the man who called Angers to inform him of the result of the investigation he was asked to investigate. His voice was low and hoarse. It didn't sound like a normal voice. Instead, he deliberately lowered the frequency of friction in his throat and allowed himself to make a similar sound.
A completely different sound from the original timbre.
"Do people like you also believe in 'gods'?" Angers looked at the man covering his face across from him with interest, "If you had such a thing as 'awe', you wouldn't do these invisible things.
People work, right?”
"Rather than saying that we are afraid to show off our faces because of our status as detectives, it is better to say that we are actually more worried about God seeing our faces when we commit certain crimes. It is precisely because we live in a dark corner and are so pickled.
We have seen too many evil things and the darkness of this society, so we force ourselves to believe in something. We don't have to believe in ghosts, but we must believe in 'gods'." The man whispered, "Otherwise, our hearts will be too empty, and we will
Eaten by the dark side of this society."
"Oh? You have done too many immoral things, and you don't want to be eaten up by the guilt in your heart, so you have to force yourself to have beliefs?" Ange suddenly smiled, "The idea of you guys excusing yourself is very interesting. I didn't expect that you are still a philosopher.
Home, a philosopher can always deceive himself before deceiving others."
"We are just detectives doing some special work. We are far from being as great a role as philosophers." The man in black shook his head.
"You are too humble. In my opinion, your existence is very special." Angers picked up the wine glass, "Obviously the status of detectives in Japan is very low, and it has only been two years since detectives were legalized, but even the mafia clan
The head of the family is also your guest, you dare to investigate the past events of the Sheqiba family, you are very courageous."
"That's because there are far darker things in this world than the underworld... The topic is off topic, Mr. Angers." The man in black waved his hand, "You are a guest introduced by Mr. Inuyama. Mr. Inuyama's credibility with us
The level is very high, so even if you asked for a difficult task, we took it on and now the investigation has the results, aren't you curious?"
"I can't say I'm curious or not. I just want to visit an old friend. Even if he hides, there are many ways for me to find him." Ange shrugged, "It's just that Ahe said you are reliable enough, so I came to find you.
Already."
"The information you provided us is very specific. The surname 'Shangshan' is indeed very rare in Japan, but we have not found anyone who matches the characteristics." The man in black took out a photo from his arms, "Finally we were in
The target was found in a small church on an old street. The church was called Krishna Shrine. When we found the target, he was sitting in the last row, watching an old female missionary killing a young man who had committed manslaughter.
Sinful middle-aged man repented."
The man pressed the photo on the table and slid it towards Ange, who took the photo.
The photo was taken from the back of a church. There were not many people in the church at that time. At the front of the church was a blond female preacher wearing a white robe. She looked older. In front of her, kneeling was a vicissitudes of life.
She gently placed one hand on the middle-aged man's head. The sunlight slanted down through the folding window behind them. It looked like God selflessly shed light on the sinners. The two of them were bathed in the holy light.
...However, Ange's eyes have been staring at the white-haired back in the last row of the photo, and Ange's eyes are filled with indifferent nostalgia.
"It's him." Angers recognized his old friend just by looking at his familiar figure.
"Because we were afraid that the target would find us, we only had time to take this back photo." The man said, "We followed him and found that he only wandered in three fixed places throughout the day, at home, at Krishna Church, and on a street.
Among them, he has stayed at the ramen stall the longest, and he is a ramen chef."
"Ramen master?" Ange's expression was a little strange.
"He is indeed a ramen chef. We asked the customers of that ramen shop and found out that the chef has been working at that street stall for many years and his ramen skills are very good." The man nodded.
"Okay, at least I know he's not dead yet, that's enough." Angers put the photo in his arms, "I will visit him personally next."
"So this cooperation is completed, what about the final payment?" the man asked cautiously.
"It has already been transferred to your bank card. You can take out your mobile phone and take a look." Angers said.
The man in black took out his mobile phone and saw the text message from the bank, but the numbers were a little wrong.
"Mr. Angers, you may have entered the wrong number when you remitted the money." The man stared at the numbers on his mobile phone. "The balance of our agreement was 5 million yen, but you gave us 20 million yen."
"Oh, I made a mistake. This transaction is indeed over, but I appreciate your business ability, so I have a new task that I want to assign to you." Angers said, "I also want to find someone.
People, the extra money is the next task assignment fee."
"Who are you looking for?" the man asked calmly.
"Kenjiro Miyamoto," Angers said, "a man who disappeared fifteen years ago."
"Understood." The man nodded slowly.
After sending Angers away, the man sat in Angers's seat in silence for a while, listening to the sound of rain hitting the portholes. A bolt of lightning streaked across the sky, illuminating the man's hat hidden in the brim of his hat at that moment.
The bottom of the child's hole is golden.
"I'm sorry, Mr. Angers. People like us have done too many immoral things, so we no longer feel guilty about disclosing customer information." The man said to the air, and then put Angers in his mouth.
Drink the remaining wine in one gulp.
He took out his cell phone and dialed a number that didn't exist in his address book from memory.
"Mr. Kenjiro? There is another person who asked us to inquire about your whereabouts... He is someone other than the Snake Qihachi family... His name is Hilbert Jean Angers..."
…
Lu Mingfei and Eriyi were leaning in front of a vending machine. Lu Mingfei raised his head and drank Coke, and Eriyi was holding a bottle of orange-flavored soda in her hand. This soda has been very popular recently and was created by the famous actor Yamashita.
The huge endorsement poster that Jijiu endorsed was hung next to the vending machine.
Lu Mingfei looked at the handsome face on the poster and was a little depressed. He was not sure whether Eriyi asked him to buy it because he wanted to drink this kind of orange soda, or because he bought it because Tomohisa Yamashita was the spokesperson... After all, it was
But Yamashita Tomohisa! Almost no girl can stand up to that ridiculously handsome face.