Chapter 669: Life Is Mortal, Cultivation Will Shorten Your Life

Medical staff rushed to stitch up the wound on Mescal's chest.

Subsequently, Mescal was pushed into the general ward. Well, the so-called ward is actually the place where he first pumped saline, right next to the operating room.

During this period, Isao Aoki was sorting out his research materials while complaining endlessly: "If I go a little faster, a little faster, I can start the experiment. Even if there is an order from the BOSS, it will be useless!"

Bourbon glanced at him and said coldly: "The madman of the research team."

Belmode sneered: "There are no normal people in the research team. Even Shirley back then, how could someone who could research that kind of thing be normal? But then again, are we normal people?"

Don't be kidding, the organization, and the guys the organization is hostile to, can't be normal.

…

Mescal was still in a coma, so he didn't know that he was out of danger, nor did he know that there was a man outside the organization holding the email he had sent, nervous.

Silla read the email over and over again, feeling extremely uneasy: "That's what Mezcal meant at the beginning, right? I should be right to contact Belmod, right?"

Hope the mezcal is okay.

…

Nagano Prefecture·New Wilderness Bureau

It was another brand new day, and Zhu Fu Gaoming was one of the first people to arrive at the police station as usual.

He opened the curtains in his office, soaked the rag, and carefully wiped the table top, chairs, window sills and other places where dust easily accumulates.

Finally I no longer have that suffocating feeling.

Zhufu Gaoming sighed slightly.

Starting from the day of the Throne War, Zhu Fu Gaoming would have nightmares every night. In his dreams, there was a whole sea of ​​blood. In his dreams, a person whose face he could not see clearly was asking for help. But every day, when he stretched out his hand to pull When that person comes, the dreams will disappear and he will wake up.

Until last night, this dream finally stopped bothering him, and his mood was inexplicably relieved.

Sure enough, have you been under too much pressure lately?

There was not much progress in the investigation of Takeda Luo, but it was carefully beaten by the Security Bureau, which inevitably made the righteous Morofuku Gaoming a little dissatisfied. He probably had nightmares every night because of this incident.

"Dingling bell~"

The landline phone on the table rang.

Zhufu Gaoming put down the rag in his hand and picked up the phone: "Hello? This is Nagano Prefecture's Shinno Office, Zhufu Gaoming."

There was a two-second pause on the other side of the phone. During the pause, the noisy ambient sounds could still be heard, mixed with things like "That's too much, you dare to date Officer Sato" and "You must pay the price." voice.

Is it a threat?

Zhu Fu Gaoming frowned deeply.

Finally, someone spoke on the other side of the phone: "Zhufu Gaoming Police Department, right? We have a letter here for you. When will you be free to come to the Metropolitan Police Department to pick it up?"

The letter to him was not sent to him, but asked to be collected at the Metropolitan Police Department?

Zhufu Gaoming is a policeman after all, so he guessed that something like that must be very special, so he couldn't deliver it through the postal system.

"I understand." Zhu Fu Gaoming replied calmly, "Is it okay today? I can arrive at the Metropolitan Police Department this afternoon."

"Okay, I am Takagi from the Criminal Investigation Section 1, Forced Criminal Investigation Department 3. You can just call this number when you arrive." Takagi Wataru said while avoiding the "well-intentioned" interrogation of his colleagues.

Really miserable.

Before hanging up the phone, Zhu Fu Gaoming suddenly said: "Can I ask who gave me this letter?"

"Ah, this..." Takagi Wataru hesitated, "Actually, it didn't say on the envelope..."

"This is Date Hang, Officer Date from the Metropolitan Police Department's Investigation Section 1." Miwako Sato answered the phone and replied, "We found this letter in Officer Date's personal locker, so we wanted to inform you to come over. receive."

"I understand." Zhu Fu Gaoming nodded.

However, after putting down the phone, Zhu Fu Gaoming's frown did not relax.

Date Hang is a very strange name, and Zhu Fu Gaoming does not recognize him. So why did this strange police officer leave a letter for him? And it's still unsigned.

In addition, since the letter was found in the locker by Takagi who was on the phone just now, it means that Datehang has resigned, or at least resigned.

Zhufu Gaoming arranged the work of the New Field Department with confusion and confusion. Ogawa Yumatsu, who gradually became stronger, was very capable. With him around, Zhufu Gaoming could feel more at ease.

He hitched a ride alone to Tokyo, the city where he had lived in glory for many years.

Tokyo Metropolitan Police Department——

"Actually, this letter was sent to Officer Date by an unsigned person, and he delivered it on his behalf." Miwako Sato pushed an A4-sized envelope in front of Morofushi Takaaki, "That's the envelope, and it says What's your name?"

Zhu Fu Gaoming sat upright in his seat, his eyes falling on the seal of the envelope.

There were only a few lines written on it, and they were blurred so hard that they could not be seen clearly: [Please give this to Police Officer Morofushi Takaaki of Nagano Prefecture]

Although the word "Fu" for Morofushi can no longer be seen clearly, he should be the only police officer named Morofushi in Nagano Prefecture.

"Yes." Zhu Fu Gaoming nodded seriously, "It should be for me."

"Then, please confirm what's inside." Sato Miwako said.

Zhu Fu Gaoming picked up the envelope, which was said to have been idle in the locker for a year, and raised it in front of his eyes. The envelope was heavy and seemed to contain something heavy. Judging from the size... it couldn't be a letter anyway.

"Okay." Zhu Fu Gaoming frowned slightly, then tore open the seal of the envelope.

He turned the envelope sideways and poured the contents into his hands.

Suddenly, a cell phone with a hole in the middle appeared in his sight.

Zhu Fu Gaoming put the mobile phone in front of his eyes in confusion and looked at it carefully: "It's a mobile phone with a hole in the middle."

Is it an exhibit from some case?

Strange items like this sent to the police were usually evidence sent by insiders, but there was no letter in the envelope, which still puzzled him.

"There are traces of blackening on the inside of the hole, and on the back of the phone..." Zhufu Gaoming analyzed habitually, "there is an 'H' deliberately engraved on it."

He paused.

Sato Miwako and Takagi Wataru still followed his words and stared at the mobile phone.

Because this kind of pause is so subtle that almost no one can detect it, and even if they notice it, they will regard it as an illusion.

"There is a saying that goes like this." Zhu Fu's brilliant eyebrows were hidden in the shadow of his hair, making it difficult to see clearly. However, his gentle voice made people feel sad, "There is death in life, and it is short-lived if you cultivate it."

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