The beauty who claimed to be from the CIA special service team before threw the two of them a file bag, put the two on the side of the road, and left without saying anything except for a self-introduction.
"They just know what we want to do"
Zhang Zichen turned his gaze, and quickly opened the file bag in his hand, and a thick stack of documents hidden inside suddenly appeared in front of the two of them. When Ah Liang saw clearly the topmost report written in Simplified Chinese, he couldn't help being surprised.
"Nishimiya Gentleman?"
"Well, here are not only Nishinomiya Shini's death report, autopsy report, and event analysis, but even photos of the death scene, his own routine, and a list of most of the food he ate in the past two days, etc."
"this..."
In fact, Ah Liang knows that this mission may be in an extremely harsh environment on his side. To investigate Shini Nishinomiya, let alone want to know the situation at the scene of the crime, even witnesses, surveillance, police analysis, and even the victim the remains of all
It's completely gone. Therefore, it is undoubtedly more difficult to investigate some of the activities involved, or to obtain any crucial evidence with decisive significance.
But at the very beginning of the investigation, someone gave a big gift, a gift that couldn't be bigger, and it was a gift from someone who had always harbored ill intentions towards him.
This is bound to make people feel incredible.
"Will there be interfering evidence? Or, are these little girls using us as gunmen?"
"..."
Regarding Ah Liang's opinion, Zhang Zichen stood there noncommittal, but when those red phoenix eyes quickly flicked across the information in his hand, dots of light kept gathering in his mind.
The atmosphere in the room was extremely quiet, and the lowered heads of the two kneeling on the tatami in front of the door could be seen trembling.
"..."
The Musi ordinary person facing the two held the teacup with one hand and lightly rested the other on the table, and also did not speak for a long time.
But the more this kind of atmosphere is, the more frightening it is. The sweat on Kishimoto's forehead is almost dripping down the hairline. I am very familiar with the method of the person in front of me. What is hanging around my neck is like an extremely sharp blade. The hanging thread can be easily cut off with just a word from the person in front of me. .
"The person is also lost, and the identity of the other party is not clear (Japanese)"
It's over. . . It's all over. . .
Hearing Mudera's words, Kishimoto knew in his heart that this was his own death sentence.
"Yes, sir, I'm sorry... (day)"
Any redundant explanations are extremely pale in this scene, Kishimoto had no choice but to answer positively without vitality.
"You guys did a good job... (day)"
It was another whisper that made it impossible to hear any emotional fluctuations, and ordinary people in Mu Temple slowly picked up the teacup in front of them and drank the fragrance in it.
"It's all my fault! It's all my fault, sir, please punish me alone! Please give Nozawa a way out! After all, he still has children, sir, please! (Japanese)"
In fact, Kishimoto didn't even know why he made such a choice at the last moment. It was not so much a deliberate choice, but a subconscious choice.
Kenta Nozawa, who was kneeling next to Kishimoto, didn't say a word from the beginning to the end, but turned his head slightly tremblingly at the end of Kishimoto's frantic kowtow.
"Why should you be punished? Didn't I not understand what I just said? (Japanese)"
For the play in front of him, ordinary people in Mu Temple just watched quietly, until the curtain was about to end, and then slowly put down the teacup in their hands.
"Sir... sir?... (day)"
Kishimoto even thought for a while that his hearing was delusional, was the husband there just now? . . He spoke, or he did not speak. . .
"Okay, let's go down first (day)"
But the next sentence, Kishimoto heard the truth, and let himself and Nozawa go down first. . . Does that mean that Mr. will not pursue it? Don't pursue it anymore? !
Looking at Kishimoto who was kneeling on the ground in front of him, raising his head and staring blankly with big eyes, Mudera Tomorrow was uncharacteristically amused.
"You heard me right, let's go down (day)"
But even if ordinary people from Musi gave orders again, the two who were kneeling at the door, ready to receive the baptism of death, still didn't react.
"Thanks... Thank you sir! Thank you sir! (day)"
After another full ten seconds, Kishimoto rubbed his neck twice, pressed the head of Nozawa who was kneeling and trembling next to him, and slammed down on the tatami.
Chapter 184. Chapter 4 The Night After the Sunset
China, BJ, ZNH, HRT.
The huge reception hall is full of ancient style, and all kinds of elegant Chinese decorations are silently telling every moment of history that we have seen with our own eyes. The few people sitting in the center of the reception hall were chatting with each other very relaxedly. In stark contrast to them were the translators with stern and tense faces behind them.
"This visit, are you all right?"
"Hahahaha, don't come here for nothing, don't come for nothing (English)"
Obviously, different countries and two completely different cultures will always have some deviations when communicating, but for the two people sitting in the middle, this kind of problem does not seem to exist.
"The last time we parted, the wealth we left behind as old friends is really inexhaustible, so this time, as the closest partner, it is necessary to return the gift (English)"
The person in the red tie raised his hands and chatted from time to time, as if he really was a close friend coming from afar.