Almost all the police officers in the stairs conference room have left the venue. Looking at the empty hall, only a few people stayed on the venue now, all of whom are in high vocational positions.

Shiraishi Masachiren looked around, and the light from the screen shone on his side. He walked towards the exit and reached out to the heavy metal double door-

Dong!

The lock core was operating, and the door suddenly closed.

The conference room has become a tightly secure enclosed space.

The old man stepped towards the high platform below the screen. He took out the laptop he brought in in advance, connected to the rotation interface on the stage, refreshing the ppt page on the screen, turning it into a picture on the laptop.

Shiraishi Masatori spoke slowly and said: "Everyone should know..."

His figure was like a tall and eternal spruce under the light. The sound did not require a loudspeaker, and it spread to every corner of the venue in moderate decibels:

"This morning, I handed over with the FBI members in Japan on behalf of the Japanese Public Security Bureau. The negotiations were very successful. At present, the public security has reached a consensus with the FBI to fight against the Black-clothed organization."

The venue was silent and everyone was watching the changing screen.

"The FBI team members are full of sincerity and they provide some information from overseas to the police."

At this point, a newspaper with complicated foreign languages ​​appeared on the screen.

Jinquan Sheng observed for a moment. The text in the newspapers should be in German, but unfortunately he did not study much German and could not clarify the meaning of these languages.

But the pop-up sounded in his mind soon:

[The newspaper comes from a well-known German publisher.]

[The version number is real, but the newspaper was released eight years ago. The content should not be fake. The FBI will not use fake information to cater to the public security at this time, which is too useless.]

Jinzuka nodded slightly.

Shiraishi Masatohito continued on the stage: "This newspaper was a chance discovery by the FBI. Although the terrorist attacks at the Tokyo Expo were forcibly suppressed and were not made public by the media, the FBI people still received information."

"They thoroughly investigated the German headquarters of Witch. Although the incident happened, the people at Witch headquarters quickly cleared their relationship with Natsuki Nishizawa and pointed the finger at him alone. But this did not prevent the emergence of uncoverable clues."

A black and white photo in the newspaper was gradually enlarged and presented to everyone in a slightly blurred posture.

The background of the photo is a brand new and magnificent tall building, which looks like it has just been completed. A group of workers in suits and ties stood in three rows on the stairs in front of the building door, all smiling.

The words "Witch" on the sign behind them are also clearly visible.

It seems that this is the headquarters building of Witch in Germany. This should be a photo taken when the building was first built.

"This is a commemorative photo of the beginning of Witch's establishment. The people in the photo are members and shareholders of the company."

"But what I want to emphasize is this man." Shiraishi Masachiren slides the mouse wheel, and a certain face in the photo gradually occupy the screen.

That was an elderly man.

The man was wearing a dark suit and a medium-sized figure. He had a kind white beard on his face, and he stood casually behind his hands with a smile.

Shiraishi Masatogen knocked on the screen behind him: "Although the position he was not very conspicuous when taking a photo, this person is the veritable controlling shareholder of Witch. He has invested hundreds of millions of dollars in this company. It can be said that if not His investment will not have the Witch today.”

"And after the FBI's portrait database comparison..."

Photos taken from different angles, different scenes, and even different periods popped up one after another on his computer.

The old man lowered his head, and the smooth mirror of his glasses reflected the shiny screen. Photos flashed through his eyes one after another, and his light gray eyes fell sharply into the air like a hawk.

He spoke in a particularly sure tone: "It is certain that this is an Englishman named Mabrace Eraster."

The moment he heard the name, Shinzuki, who was sitting at the front table, raised his head in shock and his pupils suddenly shrank.

This name is very familiar to Hitomichi.

Marbrace Erast, the British man who retired for twenty-two years and is now back in the world and preparing to hold a comeback exhibition in Japan, is the father of Shinichi Hayakawa.

When he had not recovered his memory in the first two months, he tried his best to approach Shinichi Hayakawa, in order to investigate Erast.

Shiraishi Masahito, who was standing on the stage, continued: "More than 20 years ago, Eraster was famous in the foreign art circle. He had a large collection of art collections in his hands and held countless art exhibitions."

"But what he has done in the years he retired is no secret. The only information at present is that he has invested in Witch after he retired."

"And we all know--" the old man slowly dragged his voice.

"Since there is a nishiki Nishizawa in Witch, the game company and the black-clad organization must not be separated from each other."

The others in the venue were silent for a long time.

The current director of the General Affairs Department of the Ministry of Public Security, Ritsuhara, stood up first. He was the youngest among the several directors present, who was only in his early forties, but was ordered to be in danger after the death of the former director Guozhong. Now he is in his prime. The management is orderly and orderly.

Leonardo, the head of the department, summarized accurately: "Minister, you mean that there may be a close relationship between Erast and the organization. And the reason why he is about to hold an exhibition in Japan is also doubtful."

It is indeed a bit strange to open early or late, but it is just about opening at this critical moment.

Shiraishi Masachiren nodded: "You are right."

"Erast's whereabouts are hidden. There is information that he is in Japan now, but there is no news about the specific address."

I said too much about today, and my voice was a little hoarse.

The elderly Minister of Public Security had to take out the thermos cup she carried with her, sipped a few sips of tea, barely moistening her throat.

"It's less than half a month before the official opening of the art exhibition."

"We need a sufficiently concealed method to get the real reason why he started the exhibition without attracting Erast's attention - it would be even better if he could confirm his relationship with the Black Organization."

The old man's gaze suddenly turned and swept towards everyone: "Do you--have any ideas?"

Imaizumi was sitting in the audience, and he suddenly remembered that he had not had time to refuse the invitation from Hayakawa Shinichi.

Except for him and Ida, the people present were all seniors in high positions, and they were all confidants of the police. He thought he didn't need to continue hiding in this situation.

So the straight black-haired young man raised his hand to signal, and stood up calmly under the gaze of Masatohito Shiraishi.

"I have a way to sneak into the exhibition naturally." The young man spoke calmly.

Worthy of emotion.

He has been frantically trying to win over the favorability of Hayakawa Shin for several months, and now it finally comes in handy.

...

There are many researches organized.

Just hidden in the Tokyo area, gin can be given no less than three based on its impression.

But this was the first time he heard that there was a research institute in the Northeast region.

This research institute, buried deep within 400 meters underground in Nagano Prefecture, has an unexpectedly large-scale scale—

Specifically, the three research institutes in Tokyo combined are probably less than half the size of the place.

The metal door in front is tightly closed, and the wall directly above makes a sizzling sound as the machinery operates, and rows of round holes are exposed. Disinfection spray bursts out from the round holes, and for a moment, the entire space is filled with milky white Water mist.

The silver-haired man who came alone was forced to take off his black hat and even his coat had to be removed.

The moon-like silver hair fell like a waterfall, hanging softly around the waist. The crisp black shirt was properly sized, just highlighting the man's wide shoulders and strong waistline.

The researcher standing next to him was wearing thick protective clothing and a transparent mask on his face. He seemed to be wearing this to ensure a sterile environment.

The researcher carefully hung the coat and hat in the distance.

"This is to ensure the safety of Mr. Gin, thank you for your cooperation." The researcher's voice was hidden in the mask, and he heard vaguely and distorted, but he could vaguely identify as a woman.

The man's green eyes glanced at the researcher.

The muscles on his face remained unchanged, neither happy nor angry, and his lip line remained cold and straight.

No one knows what he is thinking at the moment.

He just said, "Take me in."

The sound was so cold that it seemed as if the blood was cold.

The disinfectant gas gradually dissipated in the air, and the door in front of him also opened.

The researcher bowed slightly: "Please follow me."

Gin followed the researcher in.

The next moment, the towering space, which was so high that it was beyond imagination, had taken many years to build, came into his eyes.

Judging by the naked eye alone, this is a house that is at least 30 meters high. There is a blank space in the middle and several floors of office space are surrounded by countless researchers.

There was actually natural light coming from above the dome, pouring from special glass to the ground. However, the institute was buried deep in the ground, and I don’t know what technology it was brought in by the sky light.

Each wall here is covered with silver-white alloy, and a white circular platform is placed in the center of the space. There is a huge computer.

This computer is much larger than what Gin sees in any laboratory or organizational resident in various countries.

The computer screen lit up.

A voice that was almost the same as the phone rang out: "You are here, gin."

There is no doubt that this is the boss of the Black Organization.

Silver-haired man stops in front of a computer.

He raised his head and looked at the display screen that was twice as tall as him. He could not see the boss, but he vaguely noticed something when he saw the computer, so his eyes narrowed slightly, like a alert leopard.

The green eyes contain unidentified light.
To be continued...