Kanagawa Taoist College Students

"You, you, are you a ghost?" Matsui Chihiro looked fearfully and panicked at the teenager who suddenly appeared in front of him, asking in a trembling tone.

"No, I am a human, how to say it, there should be some special abilities." Li Xuehao said modestly, it can be seen that although the other party is afraid, it still maintains reason.

"Is it human?" Hearing this, Matsui Chisuke breathed a sigh of relief. Although he was desperate for life, he couldn’t get rid of the fear of the ghost. He knew that the other person was a human being, and he was much more reassured. When he thought of something, his eyes reappeared in his eyes. "Are you coming to save me?"

"..." In the face of this self-consolation or self-hypnosis, Li Xuehao is a little bit sorrowful, and the other person is trapped, and he really dares to think about anything.

Seeing that he didn't talk, Matsui Chihe also realized that he was too whimsical, and the hope of the fire was extinguished again: "It is my request that is too much, no one can save me out..." At the end, the tone is even more pronounced. Low, even muttering.

Li Xuehao has some intentions. He knows that Matsui Chiu is innocent, but is it worthwhile to help an unrelated person?

He looked at the other side's face, but it was very ordinary, usually very ordinary, with two children, his wife died young... Wait a minute, Li Xuehao suddenly found a reason to help each other, if he really went to jail to steal 2.5 billion baht The felony of antiques, I am afraid that I will sit on prison for many years, then no one cares for his children.

"Mr. Matsui, you are right, I am here to save you." Thinking about the way to save, Li Xuehao had a decision in his heart and said.

"...What?" Matsui Chihiro was still in the low, and he did not hear what he said.

"I can save you from going out." Li Xuehao repeated it again.

Matsui Chihiro finally heard it clearly, his face was ecstatic, and he looked at him with excitement: "Really, really?"

"Yeah." Li Xuehao nodded.

"Thank you, thank you..." Matsui Chie said with excitement, there is nothing better than getting rid of the cage, but after the ecstasy, he is worried, "I stole the antiques of the master, I figured it out, the police station will also Wanted me..."

"There is a way for you not to be wanted, that is, your employer, Mr. Sato, forgives you and revokes your complaint." Li Xuehao said that this is also the way he came up with it. Although it is troublesome, it is not impossible to solve.

"But... will the Lord forgive me?" Matsui Chihiro asked nervously and hopefully.

"This can be handed over to me." Since he wants to help, Li Xuehao naturally has certain certainty. He will not return to the antique seal, but he has to persuade one person, and some have other methods.

Listen to him saying that Matsui Chihe can only believe him, and he has seen a scene that has just appeared suddenly, and he also has some hope in his heart. But as a sensible adult, he knew that there would never be a good thing for no reason, so he tentatively asked: "So how much do I have to pay?"

"Oh? How much can you give me?" Li Xuehao understood the reason for the other party's question, changed him, and someone helped him for no reason, he would ask.

"I don't have much money... and I can't remember where the antiques of the lord are hiding." Matsui Chie said cautiously, as if he was afraid that he wouldn't help the other party.

Li Xuehao smiled a little, and Matsui Chie was still a little vigilant. He stressed that he couldn’t remember where to hide the antiques. I’m afraid that he was also directed at the antique seal, so declare this in advance. This is considered to be "the heart of a gentleman's heart", but Li Xuehao does not care. He did come for the antique seal, but he did not need the help of Matsui Chisho. He was "hypnotized". it can not be helped.

"Mr. Matsui, take a good sleep, I think you haven't had a rest in the past few days." Gently waved his hand, and Matsui Chisui fell to his chair.

Li Xuehao walked over and touched his temple with his fingers. After about a few seconds, he took back his hand and he got the information he wanted.

As he guessed, the real "thief" really achieved his goal by "hypnosis" Matsui Chie by some means. It was almost impossible to do so, not only antiques, but also perfect. The scapegoat, but the other side is too confident, thinking that it is very secret, but do not know that the scapegoat left behind is a time bomb, ready to blow him out.

After getting useful information, Li Xuehao re-set himself a stealth array and ready to go out.

There were footsteps coming from outside, and there was more than one foot. Did someone come to interrogate Matsui Chihiro?

Li Xuehao decided to stay and be invisible.

The door was reopened and several people came in. Among them were the real names of Nishimura who had just left and the father of Nishimura’s real name, the middle-aged police officer.

The other two are two men, one of whom is about fifty years old. The suit is leather and the hair is slightly white, but the face is well maintained, and the corner of the eye has only a little crow's feet. Although the appearance is ordinary, his eyes are very sharp, and his body is also very powerful. At first glance, he knows that he is a person who is always in high position and gives orders.

Another 30-year-old, wearing a pair of glasses, the same suit, a career elite.

"Mr. Sato, Matsui butler is here." The man who spoke in the name of Nishimura’s real name, his tone was very polite in the face of the man who was in the high position.

Listening to him, Li Xuehao immediately knew that this man who appeared to be in a high position was the president of Sato Heavy Industry Group who lost his antique seal, Sato Kazuo. He did not expect him to find the police station himself.

"Thank you, Nishimura police officer." Sato Kazuo, a family member of a big consortium, can disdain the entire Yokohama Metropolitan Police Department, but he is very polite and does not feel uncomfortable.

"Where, where..." The West Village police officer seemed to be somewhat flattered and grinned.

Toshio Sato looked at Matsui Chiho, who was in prison. Matsui Chiho fell down on the chair with his head resting on the back of his chair. His feet were wide open to support the floor. The whole person did not move and the posture seemed strange.

"This is..." Seeing him like this, Sato Kazuo could not help but frown.

"It should be sleeping." The answer is the real name of Nishimura. In fact, when she came in, she discovered that Matsui is similar to the one just now. There is a terrible suspicion. If the suspect died in the police hall, it would be difficult to explain. It is. However, she carefully looked at the slightly undulating chest of Matsui Chiho, and after a slight heavy breathing, she finally breathed a sigh of relief.