The Metropolitan Police hoped to dig out more secrets of the Ni Shenhui from the ghost boy Nawu, so he was sent to a nearby public hospital and received the hospital's sparing no efforts in treatment.
However, a week later, news spread like wildfire that Ghost Boy Nawu had died.
Yujiang, who no longer paid attention to them, learned of the death of Ghost Boy Nawu.
Afterwards, Ni participated in the "change of dynasties" and heard that Busujima Kiriko, who was favored by the ghost boy Nawu and was expelled, is back.
After a series of struggles for power and profit, the Nissenkai finally fell into the hands of Busujima Kiriko.
Although the power of the Ni Shenhui has been greatly reduced, they are still a force that cannot be underestimated in the dark side of Japan.
"Buzz buzz——"
Yu Jiang's cell phone vibrated gently on the desktop. This was the third time in five minutes, but its owner still had no intention of taking a look.
The phone vibrated for a while and then subsided quickly.
Half a minute later, it started vibrating again.
Yujiang finally shifted his attention from the celebrity ranking competition schedule to his mobile phone.
There was no note for the call, but the number belonged to Belmode.
"What's the matter?" After answering the phone, Yu Jiang asked lazily.
"I haven't congratulated you for escaping death yet." Belmod's cheerful voice came from the receiver, "The car accident a year ago was so terrible, I almost thought you were really dead."
"What, are you envious?"
Belmode laughed: "It used to be a little bit, but now it's gone."
"That's what you're bombarding with phone calls to say?"
"Of course not. Do you know the news of Papet's confirmed death?"
Yu Jiang sneered: "You just came back from no man's land?"
Belmod ignored Yu Jiang's teasing: "It's really curious. How do you want to stir up this muddy organization?"
Yu Jiang shrugged: "I just want to live a clearer life."
"Sometimes it's not a good thing to live too clearly." Bellmode tapped the table with black nail polish and suddenly asked, "Do you hate Shuichi Akai?"
"Of course I hate it." Yu Jiang replied without hesitation.
Bellmode was not surprised by this answer: "I have a plan to kill Akai Shuichi, do you want to participate?"
Kill Shuichi Akai?
Then wouldn’t all the efforts he racked his brains and even risked his own life have been in vain?
Yu Jiang did not answer immediately, but said: "I can consider your plan, but I have to know the content and risks in advance."
"Don't worry, my plan is meticulous."
Ikue doesn't want to kill Akai Shuichi, but if Belmod can make Akai Shuichi suffer, he is still happy to join in the fun.
"Tell me about the specific situation."
"A road killer recently appeared in the United States, and Shuichi Akai is responsible for investigating this case. I plan to use the murderer to lure Shuichi Akai out and kill him in the FBI's hometown."
"Is this what Rai is doing when he returns to the FBI?" Yu Jiang was a little disappointed. He thought Shuichi Akai could continue to fight on the front line against the organization.
"It seems a bit boring, but isn't it just right for us?"
"Once it fails, the existence of the organization will be exposed, right?"
Belmod raised his eyebrows: "It's strange that you are so cautious?"
"What do you know?" Yu Jiang laughed, "I'm not Papet, I'm just a newcomer, I have to be careful everywhere."
"Okay, but your worries are unnecessary. The reason why I want to use the Road Killer is to lower the vigilance of the FBI. Even if the mission fails, the FBI can only find the killer at most."
"OK, I agree." Yu Jiang agreed to Belmod's invitation, "But I still have to remind you that the United States is the territory of the FBI, and your plan may not succeed."
In other words, from Yu Jiang's point of view, this plan is bound to fail.
Belmod didn't think so: "Of course I can't do it alone, don't I have you?"
Later, Belmode mentioned another thing: "By the way, an old friend is coming to the United States. I just took this opportunity to get together with a few of us."
She didn't say the name of her old friend, but Yujie guessed it accurately: "Fujimine Yukiko?"
Belmode was slightly surprised.
Yu Jiang sneered: "There are not many people you can call old friends."
"Want to join in the fun?"
"Fujimine Yukiko is going, of course I won't miss it."
"Then it's settled. You buy the ticket and send it to me, and I'll pick you up at the airport."
"OK."
Ikue and Fujimine Yukiko - no, maybe he should call that person Mrs. Kudo now - they have known each other very early, almost as much as Belmod.
Fifteen years ago, that is, the second year after Ikue joined the organization, Ikue, as a child of Sharon Wynyard's best friend, joined her and Fujimine Yukiko to learn the art of disguise from the famous magician Mr. Kuroba Toichi. At the beginning, the reasons given by Bermod and Fujimine Yukiko for becoming apprentices were to improve their acting skills, but Ikue knew that he and Bermod were completely attracted by the mobility and convenience of the Disguise Technique.
Counting the days, he and Fujimine Yukiko have not seen each other for more than ten years, and Fujimine Yukiko may not even recognize him when walking on the road.
……
On Thursday, Yu Jiang got on a flight to New York, USA.
Belmode did not break her promise, she picked up Yu Jiang at the airport on her cool motorcycle.
Fortunately, Yujiang didn't bring any luggage, otherwise a mere motorcycle wouldn't be able to fit in.
After arriving in New York, Yu Jiang first learned some information about the Road Killer from Belmode.
In order to hide from the shrewd guy Akai Shuichi, they even rehearsed the disguise process in advance to ensure that there would be no problems.
The next day is the day that Belmode and Kudo Yukiko made an appointment.
The next day.
Belmode still drove her beloved motorcycle and went to the hotel to pick up Yu Jiang.
"Tonight there is a golden art show at the Ghost Theater on Broadway. It is a very rare opportunity." After receiving Yujiang, Bellmode said as he rushed towards Broadway, "I made an appointment with Yukiko to meet at the entrance of the theater.
By the way, take them to the backstage of the theater."
"Them?"
"It should be her son. Anyway, I gave her three tickets."
Yu Jiang looked at the time and questioned: "The show starts at eight o'clock, and you have to go backstage in advance. It's already seven twenty, is it too late?"
Belmode smiled softly, his eyes full of confidence: "It's not too late, just wait and see!"
As soon as he finished speaking, Belmode turned the handle of the motorcycle, and the speed suddenly increased by dozens of yards.
The motorcycle quickly passed the car next to it, constantly changing lanes in the traffic, turning left and right, as nimble as a loach.
Yu Jiang put his hands behind his back, and the cold wind blew against his face. Even with the helmet blocking him, he could still feel the biting wind cutting through his skin like a knife.