After leaving Jiang Chen's villa, the two of them just got into the police car. Before they had driven far, the old leader Nakajima Suke whispered.
"Are you crazy? You actually suspect that the chairman of Futureman Group is the murderer of the disappearance of the villagers in Jinggu Village?"
"But it's suspicious, isn't it?" Shang Shankui argued, "On the day of the incident, he came home very late. There was a maid in the villa, but she happened to go back to her rental house last night."
"I think what Miyuki said makes sense." The detective driving the car turned around and said.
The old policeman snorted and refuted his subordinates' opinions: "What's the motive? How could the chairman of a large group with a market value of hundreds of billions get his hands dirty and do this? Don't forget that we are just here to understand the situation. Since T has appeared Let the people from the Self-Defense Force’s Investigation Section handle the virus. This kind of big case is beyond the control of a small police station like ours."
After being reprimanded by the leader, the detective driving the car sneered.
"That's what Ito-senpai said."
After a moment of pause, Officer Ito looked into Shangshan Aoi's eyes through the rearview mirror and said seriously.
"I'm warning you, don't act without authorization. If you do something wrong, it will be a diplomatic dispute, and it may even cause more serious problems. Think about it carefully!"
"yes-"
After replying in a long tone, Shangshan Kui curled her lips and looked away.
Although she agreed, the expression on her face was full of disapproval.
What does it mean that "the chairman of a large group with a market value of 100 billion would dirty his hands to do this?" It is simply too strange to use assets to measure a person's quality! No matter from which angle you look at it, his performance is suspicious!
Taking a deep breath, Shang Shankui glanced at the villa in the rearview mirror, her eyes filled with determination.
Since you don’t believe it, I’ll prove it to you!
…
"Is it tight?"
"Well... yes, it's a bit big."
"Oh? Wouldn't it be better to be bigger?"
"No, it's very uncomfortable."
"What about this?"
"Yeah, not bad."
"Can you go in a little further?"
"No, we can't get in anymore."
Chinatsu tightened her toes into her boots and lifted the back of the boots with her index finger. Jiang Chen looked on with a smile and nodded with satisfaction.
It feels pretty good, so buy this pair!
"But... these shoes cost 1 million yen. Is this really good?" Looking at the label, Chinatsu's eyes flashed with stars, and she swallowed unconsciously.
1 million yen, which is equivalent to a year's savings of most Japanese employees.
"It's okay, I'm in a good mood today." Jiang Chen smiled, took out the bank and paid the bill.
The waiter packed the shoes and handed them to Qianxia's hand with a smile.
Holding the packaging bag to her chest, Chinatsu buried her head a little shyly, not knowing what she was thinking.
But Jiang Chen didn't notice this. It was only 1 million yen. Considering his assets, this amount of money was nothing at all.
What's more, the Japanese yen is as cheap as paper now...
Under the guidance of Qianxia, a local, Jiang Chen visited many interesting places throughout the day. But it's funny to say that many of the landmarks the two of them visited are already properties in his name. For example, 109 Building, Shinjuku Shopping Street...
It's not so much a tour as it is a tour of the back garden.
Although after the virus crisis in Ishinagawa District, the number of pedestrians and tourists on the streets has become much less crowded, but the shops here are still open for business.
Throughout the day, Jiang Chen basically walked around, but at night...
hey-hey.
Jiang Chen made a random excuse and asked the maid who was leading the way to go home first.
The accompanying bodyguards had already helped him get rid of the reporters following him. After all, Jiang Chen only attended the press conference two days ago, and now everyone knows he is here. With his current worth and the media exposure that does not match his worth, it is impossible for reporters not to be interested in him.
If we let those reporters follow, there will be no fun.
…
The sun is shining brightly over Ise Bay, making it a good day for travel and vacation. Normally, this golden beach should be full of young and beautiful figures, but at this moment, it is deserted. Dark clouds hang over the entire country of Japan.
Invisible, the dark cloud lingering in people's hearts.
In a beach hotel next to Ise Bay, a white man and an Asian man were sitting at the table opposite each other. There were two glasses of cold drinks on the table, and two equally cold faces were reflected on the ice-covered water.
The white man looked at his watch and was the first to break the silence.
"Is there any news about Tanaka?"
The Asian man shook his head.
The white man was silent for two seconds and continued to ask.
"Can you contact my Lord?"
The Asian man suddenly smiled helplessly.
"You know, only Tanaka can."
Tanaka has remained tight-lipped about the way he communicates with Kurofune. Even to his confidants, he did not reveal more secrets about the Black Ship. After all, for such a semi-religious organization, maintaining the mystery of the "Pope" can keep members in awe and maintain the cohesion of the organization.
However, the disadvantages of this are also obvious.
If he, as the spiritual leader, dies, the entire organization will become a mess, and those secrets will be taken to the grave.
Tanaka obviously didn't take this into consideration.
He never considered that he would die one day because of cheating...
"Where's Charles? Why didn't our brothers in Europe come?" the Asian man asked.
"Charles is dead."
"Dead?" The Asian man's face showed a bit of surprise.
"Ever since the Rothschilds came to power, life has been tough for our brothers in Europe. Willy will be hunting us all over Europe, thinking we have golden apples in our hands... Those fools are as annoying as flies. "
A trace of disgust flashed between his eyebrows. The white man paused and then said, "The situation in America is getting worse and worse. Tanaka's actions were too hasty last time. The missing pilot Gordon was found in Singapore. FI's People have already started investigating us... Where is Japan?"
"As soon as the T-virus was leaked, the Japanese authorities and Takeda Pharmaceutical turned against us." The haze on the Asian man's face became thicker, and he rubbed his teeth fiercely while biting the straw.
"What's the overall situation?" the white man asked.
"Very bad." The Asian man only answered in three words.
"I think so." The white man smiled bitterly.
The topic suddenly stopped, and the two sat there in silence, as if in a daze, as if they were thinking about the future.
The silence lasted for a long time.
Suddenly, the white man spoke again.
"You said... Since we have the blessing of our Lord, why can't Tanaka be resurrected? He is the spokesperson chosen by our Lord, so he shouldn't..."
"What do you mean?" The Asian man vaguely guessed what the white man wanted to say, and couldn't help but frowned.
"I mean, could it be that... we were abandoned?"
At the same time as these words were spoken, both parties saw confusion and bottomless fear in each other's pupils.
What to do next? (.)