Chapter 1225 The Platform Four Years Ago

"No problem, I'm also curious about the reason why Rum did this." Nobuhiro has already reached the tenth level of Gin Yu, and has successfully grasped Gin's mentality. On the surface, he agreed to his invitation. As for how to do it in practice, it has nothing to do with Gin. It's over.

Gin seemed not to have expected that Mescal would agree so readily. The unexpected success made him feel happy, and his tone became much calmer: "When I was collecting information about the organization recently, I discovered some old things."

"Oh?" Xinfan raised his eyebrows in interest, "I like old things the most. Tell me and listen."

"A certain undercover agent was executed by the organization four years ago. There are many doubts about him." Gin Jiu pointed out.

Speaking of the undercover role four years ago, Nobuhiro was so familiar that he shut up immediately.

Gin didn't care when he didn't get a response from Mescal. He continued to talk to himself: "I told you about this. The person responsible for the execution is Shuichi Akai, who has confirmed his betrayal. He can kill him neatly. Man, I’m afraid he’s not a real undercover agent.”

"What's the point? Isn't your purpose 'I would rather kill a thousand by mistake than let one go'?"

"That was before. In the current situation where the enemy and ourselves are unknown, every friendly force needs to be treated with caution."

"It's rare to hear such words from your mouth." Nobuhiro yawned to show that he was not interested in the topic raised by Gin.

He didn't know why Gin suddenly became interested in Scotland after such a long time, but no matter what, Nobuhiro didn't want to let Gin take off this layer of vest. Exposing Scotland's identity will not do him any good, but may cause unpredictable troubles.

Gin knew Mezcal, and it was absolutely impossible for the man to admit his relationship with Scotland. Nor did he expect to get Mezcal to confess to him in a sentence or two.

After hanging up the phone, Gin, who looked gloomy, told his younger brother coldly: "Within a week, I want all the evidence of the Scottish undercover."

Vodka was confused: "Ah, a week? All the original information was probably sealed or destroyed. One week is too little and not enough at all."

"Three days." Gin's expression gradually turned ferocious.

"Uh... Okay, I will try my best to collect it." Vodka said with a bitter face, "But brother, Scotland was executed four years ago, and there is very little information left. Instead of investigating an undercover agent who died four years ago, It’s better to look for the cancer hidden in the tissue.”

Hearing this, Gin stabbed Vodka with his cold eyes.

Vodka suddenly fell silent.

As a little brother who has almost no use except driving and pretending to be cruel to support the scene, Vodka has been able to survive by Gin's side until now, relying on being obedient and winking. No matter how stupid he is, he knows that his elder brother is angry.

Although, Vodka still couldn't understand his elder brother's intention of asking him to investigate a dead man.

Maybe the height that the eldest brother is at is really beyond his reach!

…

When Nobuhiro ended the call and returned to the recording studio, there had been new progress in the investigation and evidence collection.

"That is to say, during the time when the deceased died, only Miss Someka Kifune, Miss Yuiko Fikawa and Miss Rumi Kogure had entered the recording studio." Wataru Takagi held the police manual and recorded something, "And you are The studio stay is always about ten minutes.”

"During this period, they never left the recording studio, but they couldn't find the murder weapon. Is that true?" asked the Megure Police Department.

"Well, we searched every corner, including the toilet. Considering that the murderer might have cut off the murder weapon and flushed it into the toilet, we also tested the scissors carried by Miss Fikawa Yuiko and the nail clippers of Miss Rumi Kogure , but no blood was found.”

When Nobushige walked into the recording studio, Sera looked in his direction with a serious and nostalgic expression.

This look made his heart skip a beat.

"Sera, what are you looking at?" Mao Lilan followed Sera's pure gaze and smiled at Nobushige, "Mr. Asano, you've finished your phone call."

"Hmm? Are those two people suspicious?" Suzuki Sonoko speculated secretly.

After listening to Suzuki Sonoko's words, Nobushige realized that Sera Masumi was not looking at him just now, but at the two customers who came in behind him, one of whom was carrying a black guitar case.

"No..." Sera Masumi looked away and explained, "When I saw the person carrying the guitar case, I couldn't help but think of four years ago. One day, I suddenly saw the opposite person on the platform of the station. Brother Xiu with the guitar case.”

Speaking of his eldest brother who was always away from home, Masumi Sera looked nostalgic: "I was shocked at the time because I always thought Brother Xiu had gone to the United States. And I had never seen him playing music in the past. .”

Sera Masumi spoke very slowly, which was completely different from her previous image of a vigorous and majestic woman. Her tone was full of longing and admiration for her eldest brother. Listening to her rambling description, Xinfan's thoughts returned to that ordinary yet special afternoon four years ago.

Under the early autumn sunshine, the blazing heat wave scorched every inch of the land, and only the shaded areas of the awnings had a hint of coolness.

There were a lot of people on the tram platform, but some of them were people busy in the city. Three young people dressed in fashionable clothes stood out among them.

One of them has leg-length black hair, which is covered by a woolen hat. It does not look feminine at all, but has an iron-blooded tenderness. The other person is dressed in denim blue casual clothes, with a hood covering his hair and most of his face. It was difficult to see his true appearance; the young man responsible for buying tickets in the end wore a blue shirt and a lapel jacket, with a tie loosely tied around his chest. He had a sunny and casual temperament. He also wore a peaked cap and had only a few strands of golden hair. Hanging on the temples.

They were carrying piano cases and seemed to be friends playing music together.

"Why choose an inefficient means of transportation like a tram?" Young Bourbon, who had just gotten his code name, asked with a straight face.

By his side, Scotland, who is well-known for his good temper in the organization, spoke skillfully and said: "Rye is a finalized action plan after comprehensive consideration of various factors. It is also very convenient to take the tram, and it is not easy to be suspected by the police."

Rye, who had been working alone for many years, no longer had much patience. He said directly and coldly: "You don't know about the traffic jam?"

Bourbon's fist hardened.

Fortunately, the tram arrived at the station soon, and Scotland quickly urged the two thorns who disliked each other to get on the train.

He felt that it was too difficult for him, as he had to coordinate the relationship between two undercover agents in the organization for work efficiency.

None of them noticed that on the other side of the platform, a girl dressed as a boy with cute little tiger teeth was looking at Rye blankly.

That was Sera Masumi who had just entered junior high school.