Chapter 182                                                             

chapter182

The situation was a little worse than expected.

The employee who made the transaction with the organization was named Hideaki Nakajima, who was twenty-seven years old at the time and worked in the game development department of Mantiandao Company. He is now a single apartment in Thirteenth Cycle, Yutoyacho.

As soon as today's work was over, Hitomi Imaizumi drove from Chiyoda District where the Metropolitan Police Department was located. However, due to the extremely crowded roads at the rush hour in the evening, when he drove to the front of the apartment, the sky had completely dimmed.

A slightly dazzling incandescent light was lit up in the old apartment in the open-air corridor. Several summer insects surrounded the light bulbs, and the high-frequency flapping of wings was so noisy that it was annoying. Outside the pillars on the eaves were a scattered in the night, in groups A flat corner building that connects pieces.

Izumi Sheng climbed layer by step on corner steps until he reached the fifth floor.

Looking from this height, the blocks with no towering buildings in the distance are almost completely visible.

The exposed long wire poles, cramped sidewalks, and miserable green belts all prove the old and dilapidated living area.

Hideaki Nakajima lives in Room 505.

This small single-person apartment building, the first floor can accommodate five small houses, and Nakajima happens to live in the last room on the top floor.

But as he went deeper, the more Jin Quansheng observed the houses where the walls fell off and the cracked walls became, the more intense confusion arose in his heart.

"It was two months ago that we had traded with the organization." The young man frowned slightly, and his glass-like light-colored eyes fell to the anti-theft door covered with heavy rust in front of him.

He expressed his current confusion: "The organization has always been generous, and Nakajima must have received a lot of money. Two months have passed, does he still live in a neighborhood with such a bad environment?"

[I'm not sure.] Pop-up answer.

[But in my search engine, this is indeed Nakajima's only residence in Tokyo. The other residence is in his hometown of Nagasaki, but Nagasaki is in the westernmost part of Kyushu Island. Unless it is during the holidays, he will be no less than the holidays. It's impossible to go back that far.]

In other words, Nakajima still lives in this apartment?

Jin Quansheng raised his hand half-believingly and gently tapped the iron door with his knuckles: "Knock--"

The crisp metal sound echoed in the corridor, accompanied by the young man's clear voice: "Hello, is anyone here?"

Jin Quansheng stood at the door for a while, and when his voice completely dissipated in the space, he held his breath and singed forward, focusing on listening to the sounds near the door - no footsteps, and no abnormal movements in the room.

Have you gone out?

Company party... or stay up late to work overtime?

Is it really necessary to participate in these work matters after getting a huge sum of money?

The young man stood in front of the door and pondered for a moment, but still knocked on the door again tentatively.

"Knock--"

"Is anyone here?"

The white light at the top of Room 505 went out for a moment, and the next moment the electric current sounded, and a tuft of Mars burst out from above. Jin Quansheng hurriedly took a step back, and saw the fuse in the old-fashioned light bulb being blown off at high temperature.

Jin Quansheng was silent for a moment: "…"

This living environment is really miserable.

He failed to wait for Nakajima Hideaki in Room 505, but after knocking on the door twice, he welcomed the neighbor next door.

The resident in Room 504 is a middle-aged lady with a bloated figure and wearing a cheap bright pink nightgown, she poked her head out. She covered most of her face with black algae mud, but it was still not difficult to detect her current suspicion. .

"You are..." the woman stared at him.

Imaizumi nodded politely before giving a brief introduction to himself: "Hello, I am Nakajima's friend."

"I've been waiting at the door for a while, but Nakajima-kun didn't open the door for me. Did he go out?"

The woman blinked and then responded: "I haven't seen Nakajima for two months. At night, I occasionally come to the corridor to smoke and still see him, but I haven't even seen him in the past two months. I'm still I thought he had moved away.”

She raised her throat and held a pack of cigarettes in her hand, as if she was about to smoke one on the spot: "What? What happened to Nakajima? That guy used to carry a woman who was not irrelevant in the past When I come back, I will scream next door when it’s time to sleep.”

"Ha." She sneered, "That guy won't drown in the pile of women, right?"

Jinquan was speechless for a moment.

He was patient and waited for the woman to skillfully press the lighter and lit a bad cigarette. He continued to ask:

"Does this sound come from Nakajima's room at night?"

"Basically," replied the woman, "there is always one or two times a week, and occasionally his screams come. I don't know how much it is to play."

The young man's pupils suddenly contracted.

"Screaming..." he repeated, "When did you hear it?"

"I said you-" the woman raised her voice, her brows were unhappy and she pressed down. "Since I opened the door, I have been chattering and asking questions all the time. I answered this because of your handsomeness. There are so many, what are you here to do??”

The next second, Jin Quansheng reached out to his coat pocket and flipped out a pack of high-end tobacco that had not been opened yet.

He stared at the woman with a smile, and a cigarette with exquisite packaging had been pushed out of the newly torn mouth.

"Come on one, sister?" he asked super sweetly.

...

After handing out the cigarette, things went very smoothly.

Although this cigarette was originally passed by a tobacco shop on the way to Quansheng, I happened to see the brand that Shiraishi Masatori liked, and I planned to buy it and take it to the old man tonight.

[Sharon will definitely be sad when he hears you call someone else like that.] He said hypocritically with a pop-up window.

"Come on. If I really called her that, she would only mock me with a bad taste until I got into the ground." While pulling the skin from the pop-up window, Jin Quansheng checked the water pipes on the side of the building.

He raised his hand and pulled it, confirming the firmness. It felt pretty good.

According to the neighbors in Room 504, there are indeed occasional screams in Nakajima's room, some of which are his and some of which are from other women. But one day two months ago, it came from next door. After more severe turmoil than ever before, Nakajima never appeared again.

The neighbors probably got used to these voices, and even if the movement was too much, they ignored them.

but……

[Nakashima might have been killed two months ago.] The pop-up window summarized the issue of Izumi Hoshi.

This is in line with the organization's style.

This is enough to explain why Nakajima has not replaced a house with better conditions after receiving a huge sum of money.

The thick pipes in front of me are quite solid. Although the surface is covered with a layer of patina, there is no sign of looseness when I raise my foot and step on it.

So Jin Quansheng took advantage of the force and tried to avoid using his injured left hand. He turned over lightly and landed directly on the roof of the building.

It was almost impossible to enter the apartment on Nakajima from the door. He stayed in the corridor for a while, even if any sound appeared, it would probably arouse the suspicion of the neighbor next door, so he could only consider infiltrating into the apartment through other methods.

Fortunately, the windows of this building are not solid, and the old bay windows with poor anti-theft properties are still being used, so it is not difficult to open them from the outside.

Jin Quansheng hangs his legs steadily on the ventilation duct above, and half of his body overturns from the roof, and the window of Room 505 was easily pulled open by him. His arms were swung in the air, confirming that the current strength was enough. Afterwards, he quickly closed his legs hooked on the pipe, and the next moment, his dexterous figure successfully jumped into the apartment.

The lights in the apartment were not turned on, and in order not to disturb others, Jin Quansheng was not ready to turn on the lights.

The area inside the house is pitifully small. For a specific analogy, it is just a few square meters larger than Chuan Jiangxun’s previous residence. Therefore, the high moonlight outside the house is enough to allow him to see most of the things in the house.

As soon as Jin Quansheng stepped forward from the window, his nose wrinkled reflexibly.

"I smelled... stinky."

The smell is faintly visible, but the more the young man walked forward, the more the smell became stronger and stronger on his nose. Jin Quansheng hadn't smelled this smell for a while, but he was very familiar with the erosion and fermentation smell. .

Imaizumi raised his hand and pulled open the vertical freezer in front.

The white light built into the freezer was lit up, and a burst of cold air drifted from the cabinet that had not yet been powered off. A drop of rotten dark red liquid slowly dripped on the floor along the door of the freezer.

The young man stood in front of the freezer for a while, and the moment he was shining by the white light, there was no unnecessary expression on his face. But after closing the door of the freezer, he still clearly noticed an unprecedented sourness in his stomach and throat. .

The huge stinking spread rapidly in the house.

The upper half of the vertical freezer is divided into three small layers.

Logically speaking, some vegetables, seasonings, or ice drinks should be placed inside.

But what is actually placed inside is folded into three sections, which is basically in line with the shape inside the refrigerator... Nakajima Hideaki himself.

It's indeed Hideaki Nakajima.

Because the first moment when Matsushiki opened the refrigerator, he saw Nakajima's blue-purple face that was lying on the second floor, rushing straight to the outside.

It was the first time that Jin Quansheng saw the corpse that was twisted into such a strange shape. His worldview was refreshed again. He endured his desire to vomit and took out a pair of white gloves for special certificate search from his pocket.

"Do you think you can find anything else here?" asked Jin Quan Sheng.

The pop-up window calmly answered: [This way of death is not like the work of the code members of the organization. They do things neatly and generally do not have the habit of torture people, and they are too lazy to spend time building such "masterpieces". So those who come to do it, It is most likely that it is an external killer that the organization spends money to hire.]

[Is it an external recruitment... I may not be able to clean up evidence, and there may be a professional member of the organization.]

Jin Quansheng admires that the data can still be fluctuated without any fluctuations after seeing this very visually impactful scene.

The next moment, he heard the emotionless thing sneer: [I have lived for too long, and it is commonplace.]

Jin Quansheng couldn't help but smack his tongue.

"As you say that, I really have to doubt what kind of mental state is generally in humans after the twenty-first century."

[The mental state of people in this era is already bad enough.] Pop-up windows are answering like flowing.

【But please believe me, it will be worse in the future.】
To be continued...