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Along the way, Feng Jian Yuya turned back from time to time to check with Xinfan: "You are sensible, right, Mr. Asano?"

All were perfunctory by Xinfan with a careless attitude.

Anxious for the child to have acne on his forehead.

He even began to wonder if the wrong person was picked up today. After all, if Mezcal is a disguised image of Mr. Asano, the reverse is also true.

...Oops, maybe Mr. Asano has been killed by a member of that organization who is proficient in disguise, right? !

Kazami Yu also thinks more and more outrageous, the more he thinks, the more scared. Dense beads of sweat ooze from his forehead, and his hands holding the steering wheel can't help shaking.

At such a moment of isolation and helplessness, the first contact that Kazami Yu also came up with in his mind was Nakaru, but this plan was quickly rejected by himself.

No, people who are so cautious as Mr. Asano are planted here. If Mr. Yutani is rashly pulled into the water, the police might break two undercover agents if he is not careful!

"Strange." Xinfan said suddenly in doubt, shaking Feng Jianyu with fright.

"What, what's wrong?" Feng Jianyu also asked nervously.

"Did you go the wrong way? It stands to reason that we should have been to Mihua Town long ago, right?"

Going the wrong way? !

Hiroya Kazami's mind suddenly came up with a bunch of news such as "college students going out late at night in a car and staying all night" and "serial murderers disguised as passengers and specifically killing innocent drivers" that were often seen on TV and the Internet.

Shinshige pointed to the road sign outside and said, "Further ahead is Cupidocho, we are back again."

Sila also echoed: "It's strange, I didn't find Mr. Fengjian turned around, how could he go in the wrong direction?"

"Could it be that a ghost hit the wall?"

"Ghosts, ghosts hit the wall?" Sila shuddered, "I shouldn't, these are urban legends, not credible."

"Have you never heard of it? Urban legends are actually scripts!" Xin Fan said with a scheming look. "For example, there is an urban legend in Tokyo about the **** of death. It is said that criminal cases will occur wherever the **** of death goes. ."

"Just kidding..."

"It's not a joke, don't you think the crime rate in Tokyo, especially Mihuacho, is much higher than other places?"

"Bah—"

Kazami Yu also slammed the brakes violently, causing Shinhan and Shiraz, who were not wearing seat belts, to slam into the front seat back with their inertia.

Xin Fan rubbed his nose while questioning: "Kazejian-kun, will you still encounter sudden road conditions that have to brake at such a late hour on the road?"

He seriously suspected that there was only this car within one kilometer of the front and rear, and that it was still a police car.

"Ahem." Feng Jianyu also pretended to be innocent, but his tone was a little embarrassed. "There seemed to be a cat on the road just now, so I slammed the brakes."

"Is that so?" Sila looked out suspiciously, but there was nothing clean on the asphalt road ahead.

He didn't see the cat in Yuya Kazami's mouth, which reminded him of the urban legend Xinfan had just talked about.

"That..." Sila asked with some fear. "Could it be that you bumped into something unclean?"

Xinfan touched his chin and said thoughtfully, "In this case, maybe the Dajiangshan Ghost King prevented us from moving toward the abyss."

"Isn't Dajiangshan Ghost King a legendary monster?"

"Isn't it more weird to hit things in reality?"

"...That's right."

Kazami Yuya's mouth twitched slightly: "Hey, it's not the time to talk about this. It's already late, shall we go to Yonehua Town?"

Xinfan looked down at the phone, and the barely battery box left him with the illusion that it was his health bar, and the single digit time in the upper left corner was not so eye-catching under this circumstance.

"In this case, let's part ways in Muidocho. Kazami-kun can choose to go back to the Metropolitan Police Department or find a hotel nearby, and..." Shinshige looked at Shiraz, "You should be able to contact Kenzo Masanzou to pick it up. ?"

Sila nodded.

Xinfan added uneasyly: "Don't let Masan Kenzo know your identity for the time being, I'm afraid I will have to trouble you to find an excuse to explain tonight's affairs."

"This was originally my own business, but I not only troubled you to go to the bar to find me, but later... I'm really sorry." Sila said to Xinfan with a complex expression, and then bowed and apologized very sincerely.

"Mr. Asano," Kazami said with concern, "what do you do tonight? Is your car still on the highway?"

"I..." Xin Fangang wanted to say something to reassure his subordinates, but suddenly a bright light shone from the front, making his eyes narrow.

After a few seconds, someone knocked on the front window of the police car.

In the middle of the night, hearing such noises on a quiet highway in the middle of the night was really scary, to be honest, Shiraz was so scared that her muscles were tight, and Feng Jianyu, who was hit by a head-on crit, was even shivering and afraid to speak.

In the end, Xinfan reached out and rolled down the driver's window, revealing the middle-aged man in a suit outside the car.

Seeing the people inside, the middle-aged man seemed very happy: "Great~www.readwn.com~ I'm worried that I don't know what to do tonight? Are you the policemen in charge of patrols?"

Kazami Yu also subconsciously used his eyes to ask Nobuhiro Asano for help, but he soon discovered that Mr. Asano had hidden his face in the shadow of the vehicle, obviously not intending to expose it to this person. Reminiscing about the face of Mezcal that Mr. Asano is holding tonight, he really hates being seen sitting in a police car by others.

As for the other person in the car, I couldn’t count on it. Kazumi Yu also had to bite the bullet and replied: "We are the Tokyo Metropolitan Police Department..."

He was interrupted by the man before he finished speaking: "That's right! My car broke down and there is no way to continue driving, so you can send me home!"

"Huh?" Feng Jianyu was also dumbfounded, "This..."

"What's the matter?" The man glared at him, and said uncomfortably, "Isn't the police supposed to help the people as their own duty? Just let you send me home, where are so many opinions!"

Kazami Yu was also dumb for a while.

Originally, two of the three people in the car were police officers from the class, and the other is now a police officer. It is normal to help citizens trapped on the road at night to return home.

He originally thought so too.

But when the middle-aged man said this, Kazami Yu suddenly didn't really want him to get in the car.

But...just think about it. He still can't do the act of driving away.

"Okay, but I have to register your name. Where do I live in another home?" Kaze Jianyu also took out the police handbook without complaint and prepared to start the routine recording.

The man got into the co-pilot rather arrogantly, and slammed the door shut with great effort. He didn't know who he was losing his temper with:

"Nishiyama Go, Gobitocho 7-chome 17fan."