The Red Side is Always Blocking My Dog ​​leash

In any case, the undercover content around Officer Qiuzawa is too high.

For a moment, Zhu Fu Jingguang didn't know whether to say that the undercover gentleman was lucky, or to sympathize with Qiu Zeyao, who was punched by an innocent disaster.

The white-haired police officer yawned, Zhu Fu Jingguang glanced at the empty coffee cup in the other's hand, "You better go to sleep for a while, staying up all night will make your energy slack, and if you encounter an emergency, you will be in trouble. I can watch for you."

"No..." Qiu Zeyao was worried about this guy, always feeling that he would run out alone when he got the news.

Then when I woke up, everything was gone. The sleepy young man pinched his brows, "If it weren't for that idiot undercover..."

He may now have the evidence and he is on his way to arrest the murderer.

The appearance of the other party disrupted Qiu Ze Yao's plan. After all, he couldn't just watch this undercover gentleman who was seriously injured fall into the hands of the Heijiang Association. This end is definitely better than death. He used his identity as a cadre to fool his younger brother and simply dealt with the wounds of the undercover who passed out halfway. The injury wasn't enough to make you lose consciousness.

What's more, a spy whose physical fitness is much higher than the average person should have inhaled a drug that would cause a coma.

He pulled out a USB flash drive from the man, opened the plastic case, and the tracker in operation was flashing red. Qiu Zeyao was silent for a moment, and it was no surprise that the door was surrounded by circles.

After all, he still has to carry a 100-pound tow oil bottle, and it is obviously impossible to force it.

So he turned into the face of the undercover, dragged the unconscious cadre out of the cabinet, put it on a chair, stuffed the undercover in, then woke the cadre with a glass of water, held him out, and slipped into a cadre before the boss Eddie ordered to give up the cadre. In the room, he changed his face again, and went back the same way to drag the undercover out.

Relying on the positioning of the U-disk to draw the man's hand away, he quickly left with the oil tow bottle.

In the circumstances at that time, the Heijiang Association failed to catch the undercover agent, and all the younger brothers searched everywhere like mad dogs, and the scene was very hot.

He learned from the undercover agent who woke up that Eddie wasn't here. The other party pretended to be in trouble and left in order to lure him. According to the other party's vigilance and suspicion, the undercover agent believed that the real U disk that he was going to steal must be kept close to him. - If there really is such a U disk.

The guy named Uesugi Jin looked annoyed: "I was too impatient. After staying here for three months, I finally got a chance. At that time, I just wanted to finish the mission and go back... It's my fault."

Undercover is not only a physical torture, but also a double test of spirit and reason. Everything he has done in the past three months has danced wildly on the tightrope of his will, and he can only tell himself to be patient over and over again.

After all, their purpose is to uproot the tumor, not to cut off one or two irrelevant roots.

Qiu Zeyao has lifted the disguise. The price of this item is too expensive. 199 per minute is an expense that even if he is still rich now, he can hardly afford it. But it's too convenient, so I can't resist the temptation every time.

In just five minutes just now, his savings had dropped by nearly four digits, and it was really hard not to hurt.

He covered his conspicuous white hair under the hood, only showing his lips and a part of his chin, and he was noncommittal about Uesugi's regret: "You should go before those people search this way."

Uesugi Ren looked at him blankly: "Didn't you come to pick me up?"

Akizawa:…

"Where are you from?"

Uesugi closed his mouth.

"I'm still a little wary." Qiu Zeyao leaned his back against the wall and threw his gun back, "It's time for you to find someone to support you."

The undercover mission does not end if you want it to end. Before the final action, you also need to send news to the informant, organize and prepare for it. Of course, the situation of being unable to contact is another matter, Uesugi obviously does not belong to the latter.

"Thank you..." The agent who failed the undercover mission gave him a deep look, turned and ran into the depths of the darkness.

Qiu Zeyao didn't go back inside either. He returned home with the mobile phone he had received from the cadre, found Eddie's mailbox inside, and sent a spam email. Once you click on it, the other party's calls and communications will be synchronized to him.

Zhu Fu Jingguang asked curiously: "How can you be sure that he will open it?"

"Go for what you like." Qiu Zeyao said vaguely, "He has opened several gays. If it is to facilitate the transmission of news and transactions, there is no need to do this."

So he...cough...

Zhu Fu Jingguang seemed to understand something, and his face looked a little embarrassed. He coughed and was about to talk about other topics when Qiu Zeyao's cell phone rang first.

The two turned their heads together, and their eyes fell on the half-closed door of the bedroom.

"I'll get it, Officer Qiu Ze wait a moment."

Watching Zhu Fu Jingguang get up, Qiu Zeyao subconsciously glanced at his bare feet... Obviously, An Shitou wouldn't care about this.

Maybe it's because Mr. A lives in a detached house, decorated in Japanese style, with wooden floors and a layer of insulation board below, so you don't have to worry about cold feet, and it won't affect the non-existent downstairs neighbors.

The style of Qiu Zeyao's residence is more Western-style. The tones of black, white and gray look a little cold, and the ground under his feet is also a smooth marble surface, which is easier to clean than wooden floors and will not get wet.

Speaking of this, it seems that since the second resident, the house has become a little more human, especially the kitchen, the cactus on the windowsill also has a few more flowery friends, and the mint-flavored air freshener is even more You can smell it for a long time, and the ground is clean and reflective every day.

Qiu Zeyao held the earphone with one hand and heard the ringing of the mobile phone from far to near, and was quickly handed over by Zhu Fu Jingguang.

The caller is…

"Officer Matsuda..."

Qiu Zeyao looked at Zhu Fu Jingguang thoughtfully and answered the phone.

"Hey?"

"Have you not slept yet?" Matsuda Jinping's voice came from inside, with a rare seriousness, "The deceased appeared again, and several reporters rushed into the blockade. You should be able to see some on the Internet, but That's only part of it. If you want to know the specifics..."

"There are back and forth, equivalent exchange, understand?"

Qiu Zeyao took off the phone and covered the microphone, "Why don't you explain it?"

Zhu Fu Jingguang didn't see anything unusual on his expression. With Qiu Zeyao's acquiescence, he took the latter's mobile phone and said to Matsuda Jinping, "I'll call you later, hang up first."

Qiu Zeyao glanced at the computer screen, confirmed that there was no movement, then leaned back, the headphone cord was hanging in the air, and he turned his head to look at Zhu Fu Jingguang.

"Officer Zhufu, who is good at undercover, have you exposed?"

Zhu Fu Jingguang immediately retorted, "No, I have been disguised very well during work. He appeared near the deceased's house after get off work. When I asked nearby residents, he came over and was exposed because of his height."

Qiu Zeyao pointed out: "Then why did he suddenly go there, so he was still suspicious during the day and followed you all the way."

"In this case, he won't wait until I ask about the sixth person so late, he should have found out at the very beginning."

Zhu Fu Jingguang analyzed rationally, "So he guessed that you might be there and went there directly, but unexpectedly found that it was not him. Or, he had the same purpose as me, and we just met by chance."

Qiu Ze Yao remembered his previous overnight speech, and his eyes flickered for a moment, it should be... not right...

Speaking of which, there were indeed reports from enthusiastic people before, and the police uncovered reports of serial disappearances.

But just because the time is close will not be able to contact him together, he has asked for a good vacation in advance.

Although the first missing person had already appeared at that time, there is no reason to choose a pleasing day to investigate the case...

And even if he barely guessed the truth, it didn't mean that he would get involved in the murder case again after intervening in the disappearance case...

In any case, once doubts arise, it will be difficult to maintain the previous self-righteousness: "That's it. What's the situation with the remarks just now?"

"This..." Zhu Fu Jingguang paused, "Songtian, he and I were in the same period, and we had a good relationship. It would be more troublesome to escape from the situation at that time, so..."

He noticed Qiu Zeyao's frowning brows beside him, and continued: "I didn't violate the previous agreement."

Matsuda Jinping didn't even know about his failure to go undercover, he just thought he was carrying out some kind of action, so he couldn't show his face.

Qiu Zeyao's stretched brows twitched again, what is an agreement... Saying this, it's like how close the two of them are.

Obviously it's just a requirement, or a condition, in short, it's not a contract.

Seeing that he had no intention of speaking, Zhu Fujingguang could only speak again: "Songtian is a very sensitive person. Although I didn't reveal the inside story to him, he should have guessed it."

Because I know that Zhufu Jingguang will not say it so easily. So after checking the road together, Matsuda Jinping left decisively, and then made this phone call just now - "Want to know my information here? Exchange yours with me."

Qiu Zeyao tilted his head while holding his face, "You call him and say you can hack into the Metropolitan Police Department and look at the files directly."

"Eh?" Zhu Fu Jingguang understood what he meant, "Not so good."

Qiu Ze Yao's expression remained unchanged: "Otherwise, I will tell Police Officer Matsuda and Police Officer Hagihara that you failed to go undercover and faked death and did not return to the Metropolitan Police Department."

Zhufu Jingguang?

Qiu Zeyao added: "There is also Yi Rong, as an undercover master, you should be very proficient."

Zhufu Jingguang?

"Hello?" Matsuda Jinping said lazily, "Have you finished explaining?"

Zhu Fu Jingguang: "Well."

"The intelligence you said... I can directly check the files of the Metropolitan Police Department."

He was embarrassed to say the verb hack into.

"I knew it wouldn't be that easy, but." Matsuda Jinping laughed, "It's not in the Metropolitan Police Department's files. This is my personal discovery."

Zhu Fu Jingguang looked at Qiu Zeyao and asked for advice with his eyes.

"Promise him..." Qiu Zeyao glanced at the computer screen and took off his headphones, "I'll go to the toilet."

Zhu Fu Jingguang watched him close the door and picked up the phone again, "Did you hear it, our boss said yes. Do you want to talk first or listen first?"

"you say…"

He succinctly talked about the Heijiang Association, the logistics company that was hidden from the public, and the brother of the deceased Black Gate. Matsuda Jinping pondered for a moment and said, "Sure enough."

"The murderer is not an ordinary serial killer. He is employed by others, but his targets are not all the enemies of the underworld. The abuse of the dead is not a requirement of the employer, but his personal interest."

Matsuda Jinping said, "Have you read the reports on the Internet, the deceased was a family of three, and both their parents and their seventeen-year-old child suffered inhumane abuse. But they are ordinary middle-class people, and they have nothing to do with the underworld. ."

Zhu Fu Jingguang slowly frowned: "He made a big mess."

"That's right, his current employer should be very dissatisfied with him. The current situation is not something that can be turned over by simply filing an unsolved case. If they find out about him, even if they don't turn out those unsightly things, they will It has to be peaceful for a long time, and the economic, reputation, and various losses must be very considerable.”

Zhu Fu Jingguang lowered his eyes and thought for a moment, suddenly got up and opened the door of the bedroom, the door of the toilet was closed, but there was no one inside after opening it.

Matsuda Jinping heard the sound: "What's wrong?"

"Officer Qiu Ze has gone out." His eyes fell on the sofa, where there was the coat that the white-haired police officer had taken off before, and there was a pair of shoes missing from the doorway.

"We were listening on Eddie's cell phone before, you're right, he called the killer, and maybe said the meeting place."

Qiu Ze Yao pulled on his hood, put on his helmet again, and stepped on the motorcycle and hurried on the road.

Recalling his calm response before, if it wasn't for the inconvenience now, he would want to applaud himself.

Ha, alone, is the taste of freedom.

Let Zhu Fu Jingguang catch up with his old classmates, he can do everything by himself, and he doesn't need assistance at all.

His residence was in Chiyoda, and the meeting place that the two guys had decided to meet was in the Edogawa district, which was about 10km away from him in a straight line.

If Chiyoda Ward is the political, economic and cultural center of Japan and a famous high-end residential area in Tokyo, it is considered to be at the top of the discrimination chain. Taking Edogawa Ward as an example, the six districts are at the lowest end of the discrimination chain, and the traffic is poor. , poor security, many foreigners, and many people living on the streets.

So there are all kinds of mixed guys, in short, it is the only place where criminals gather.

Fortunately, the time set by Eddie and his killer was quite generous, and Qiu Zeyao rushed at the maximum speed all the way, and the timing was just right.

This is a car processing plant that has been abandoned for many years. Vehicles with rusted and rusted shells are stacked here. The valuable things have long been replaced by Fukuzawa Yukichi, and the rest are scavengers who are too lazy to pick them up. of tatters.

It was dark here at night, Qiu Ze Yao got out of the car very far away, and walked lightly to the central area in the dark.

The inside is far less rundown than the outside.

This place has long been transformed by Eddie into one of his strongholds, and even has electricity and network, and lives a chic life.

Brent Eddie was a clean-shaven white male in his mid-forties, wearing a pair of earrings and a metal necklace tucked under his neckline. His voice was unpretentious, there was even a hint of it. Low and deep.

But as long as anyone who sees him, the first impression will be enchanting or charming, because his every move is telling others that.

When Qiu Zeyao found him, the conversation between him and the killer had come to an end.

Eddie let out a small puff of smoke, folded his legs wrapped in skinny jeans, and stared grimly at the man sitting across from him with honey-colored eyes.

"Hey listen, I didn't pay a lot of money for you to bite people around like a mad dog and bring fire to me, I'll fix it this time, if it happens a second time while our relationship lasts , you will spend the rest of your life in prison."

The killer left, stepping on the tracker that Qiu Ze Yao had placed there when he went out.

Eddie squinted his eyes and smoked the entire cigarette, and the hypnotic gas fumes spread and worked before he noticed.

It was the first time that Qiu Zeyao used this thing. The guns and trackers were given by Mr. A. They were all organized wool, and it was unnecessary to use them for nothing.

He opened the door and went in.

The interior of this unremarkable flat-top room is British neoclassical style, with soft-lined cloth sofas, dark furniture made of mahogany, walnut and oak, and several oil paintings on the walls. The overall design and layout They were all exquisite and elegant, Qiu Zeyao quickly scanned it and determined that this was really just the place this guy used to live.

There was a laptop on the table, Qiu Zeyao didn't go to check it immediately, he first searched Eddie's body.

I have to say that this process is a test of eyes and spirit, but in the end it really didn't make him waste his efforts.

The real U-disk has no extra plastic seal, and the whole is made of metal. When the lid is closed, it looks like a simple decoration. It was hung on the necklace by Eddie. plate.

Qiu Zeyao took off the USB flash drive with gloves on, turned on the computer, and cracked the password in two minutes. After simply confirming that it was trustworthy, he copied the contents into the USB flash drive he brought, and put the original back.

In this way, you don't have to worry that the other party will do anything drastic because of the disappearance of the USB flash drive, or take a boat across the ocean overnight.

Then he planned to find the killer just now according to the location displayed by the tracker, but when he checked it, he found that two red dots flashed on the display screen representing the location.

Qiu Ze Yao slightly widened his eyes—

Speaking of which, he seemed to have installed a signal receiver on his mobile phone for convenience.

Qiu Ze Yao quickly ran back to the place where the motorcycle was parked before. Sure enough, a tracker was found from the blind spot under the dashboard.

Akizawa:…

What are you kidding?

Did Zhu Fu Jingguang expect that he would leave him behind and run away?

If that's the case...that's pretty accurate.

He dropped the tracker in the frame of a car that seemed to be in good condition, started the car and headed for the second signal.

He was delayed here for more than ten minutes, but Zhufu Jingguang had no car to drive. It would take a while to call Matsuda Jinping to pick him up. No matter how skilled the guy is, he still has to limit the speed when driving in the city. . And he himself can take all kinds of shortcuts, and then count the time it takes for the other party to find out that he is missing...

To sum up, he must be the first to arrive!

"The positioning of A hasn't been moved for a long time." The mobile phone showing the positioning was placed on the stand, and Matsuda Jinping could see it with his eyes lowered.

The timer for the red light ahead was beating second by second, and he beat the beat with his fingers on the steering wheel, giving the illusion that he was waiting for the countdown to explode.

"It should have been discovered. Let's follow the newly-appeared sign. Officer Qiuzawa's destination is also here."

Zhu Fu Jingguang said casually, and couldn't help asking the question that he had been concerned about before, "Speaking of which, why are you all called Qiu Ze Police Officer A?"

"Because of his name, don't you think it's funny? AkizawaAkira, it sounds like Rap."

The countdown reached zero, Matsuda Jinping stepped on the accelerator, the car was launched like an arrow from the string, and the scene outside the car window was drawn into a long strip of color.

"Is that so..."

"Not all, this discovery was made by Hagi at A's welcome meeting. That guy's alcohol intake was outrageous, and he got drunk after one drink. He didn't respond when he was called by his name. Instead, he suddenly spoke when he mentioned A. , so the nickname was given."

Thinking of the scene at that time, Matsuda Jinping twitched the corner of his mouth, "Don't look at that guy's usual ice-faced face, and if he doesn't speak politely at all, he thinks he is a rigid and serious person, but he can actually shout at a party for work. Just the type of shit."

Zhufu Jingguang: …

This is a bit over the top.

To be honest, he couldn't imagine the scene of the white-haired police officer doing such a thing for the time being.

"But since then, he has decided to stop drinking alcohol." Matsuda Jinping said regretfully, "Fortunately, I took a picture of the guy's smirking face."

Zhu Fu Jingguang: "Let me see."

Matsuda Jinping took out his phone from his pocket and threw it to him, "Password XXXX."

Zhu Fujingguang found two photos of Qiu Zeyao from the album. One was in the background of a neon street with hazy light and shadow. The face of the white-haired youth was crimson. His eyes crossed the person taking the picture, looking into the distance, his eyes were full of tenderness, as if he was looking at an illusory and happy dream.

He was happy, but this happiness was as fragile as the thin ice floes on the spring lake.

Zhu Fu Jingguang subconsciously moved to the next one.

The white-haired police officer here is also smiling, but he is not smiling, full of murderous aura, and looks like he is about to punch the people off-screen.

Neither one is a smirk.

He was silent, then returned the phone.

"Officer Qiu Ze... Has he always lived alone?" Zhu Fu Jingguang had vaguely guessed, but he still had a glimmer of hope, "His parents don't support his career?"

"He passed away eleven years ago." Matsuda Jinhei laughed, without any negative emotions, "It's no exaggeration for him to say that he hates criminals, at least he was beaten to death when he was arrested, yours If my identity is exposed, I don't want to go to the hospital to see you."

exposed already.

Zhu Fu Jingguang smiled bitterly, "Ah, I see."

He knew Qiu Zeyao's character, but the latter had a deep friendship with a cadre of a transnational criminal group. What Amuro Toru didn't tell him, another gentleman A must have a deep inside story.

Qiu Ze Yao and A's past is not even clear to Amuro Toru.

He quickly pulled back his wandering thoughts and turned his eyes to the phone screen, indicating that their position was close to one of the red dots.

Matsuda Jinping stepped on the brakes, and the two got off the car and continued on foot.

This is a residential area. Although it is a few years old, it is a single-family building and even has a lawn. Even in the Edogawa area, the price is not much lower.

They came to one of the houses, and the lights were on inside. Zhu Fu Jingguang noticed the metal-painted motorcycle parked not far away, and realized that Qiu Zeyao might have entered it.

Looking in from the window next to the lawn, you can see two people standing on both sides of the living room, about three meters apart, with the dining table in the middle.

The white-haired arm was raised, his back to the window, and the gun was aimed at the other man.

The two people outside the window heard his calm to indifferent voice.

"Of course I'll shoot."