Night, eleven o'clock, Eto Law Firm.

The locked glass door was opened, and a figure walked into the law office. He did not turn on the light at the front desk, but as if he was already familiar with the road, he walked towards the director's office in the dark. Standing in front of the door, he directly took out the

The key in the pocket turns the keyhole and pushes the door open.

There was a "pop" sound and the light came on.

But he saw that the figure turned out to be Kitahara. At this time, he still smelled like a barbecue restaurant. Kitahara glanced at the director's office and slowly sat on the office chair. Ever since Miyagawa came to Eto Law Firm,

I also work outside, and usually the director's office is simply locked. I only open it when I am alone in the law firm.

As for what he was doing inside, no one else knew.

Beihara picked up a cup, made a cup of black tea, and took a sip to get rid of the smell of meat in his mouth. The leisurely expression he had just been eating with Miyagawa at the barbecue restaurant was no longer there, and the expression on his face had become a little indifferent. He

He raised his head and looked at the wall in front of his desk with concentration.

But I saw that the walls had been covered with nearly two hundred photos since I don’t know when. The people in these photos were all wearing expensive clothes and attending important occasions. Some even officiated at the ribbon-cutting ceremony. In these photos,

If you look at a character, you will know that he is either rich or noble.

This information was collected by Kitahara before asking Miyagawa. Previously, in order to pry out the huge network of relationships of Kawamoto Expressway, Kitahara specifically asked Miyagawa to collect the opening ceremonies, ribbon-cutting ceremonies or groundbreaking ceremonies of all the expressways under Kawamoto Expressway. In short, it can

All the information found was found, and every important person present was found as much as possible.

The photos posted on the wall swayed slightly with the cold wind blowing in from outside the room. The important figures on the photos were nailed with red and blue nails respectively. There were also rubber bands hanging on these nails to bind the nails of different people.

It looks like a relationship diagram between characters.

These nails, rubber bands, and some connecting threads seemed to form a huge spider web at this time, swaying gently, looking a little cautious at night.

Only the spider webs are seen, but no trace of the Spider King.

There were a few darts on the table. Kitahara stretched out his hand to play with these darts. The sharp protrusions of the darts reflected the lights in the office, giving off a faint chill. Kitahara had specially spent money to buy these before. He usually just used them when he was fine.

Practice throwing darts in the director's office. The dart target hanging on the side wall is already covered with puncture scars.

Beiyuan's eyes kept scanning the photos on the wall in front of him, and then locked on the first target. Suddenly, he raised his hand, only to see that at this moment, the bones at the knuckles floated, and then there was a broken body.

As soon as the shadow appeared, before he could see clearly the throwing action of his hand, the dart in his hand flew out instantly.

There was a "bang" and white dust splashed directly on the wall.

The first photo that was hit by the dart showed a man wearing a suit and gold-rimmed glasses. He looked about forty years old and had a gentle look. In the photo, he seemed to be participating in an opening ceremony.

He stood up and held Kotaro's hand. This man's name is Chiaki Hirata, and he is the director of the Meisho Judicial Appraisal Institute in Shinjuku City. Previously, there have been many cases of damage to Kawamoto Expressway guardrails in traffic accidents. Most of the forensic appraisals of the damage value were made by Chiaki Hirata.

make.

It is estimated that the director Chiaki Hirata was probably the one who taught Kawamoto Expressway to use alteration techniques to evade forensic identification.

Beihara's eyes then slid past the director of the forensic laboratory, and then landed on the center of the entire spider web composed of rubber bands and lanyards.

In the photo in the center, unexpectedly, it is a young man in his twenties. His face has two sharp eyebrows and piercing eyes, giving people a very smart and eye-catching feeling.

However, this man, who is only in his early twenties, actually attended more than 100 opening ceremonies of Kawamoto Expressway's highways, and also presided over the ribbon-cutting of many opening ceremonies. Among the group photos, he occupied the perfect position for his age.

With a disproportionate position, he stood directly side by side with Koutarou.

On the table in front of Beiyuan, there is a resume. The form is very new, as if it was just completed. The photo on this resume is that of the young man on the wall in front of him.

Kurosawa Sanji, 26 years old, secretary of the Congress Secretariat.

Kitahara silently stared at the man in the photo. It was obvious that such a man, a mere parliamentary secretary with no official rank, could become an extremely important guest of Kawamoto Expressway. You could tell with your toes that there was someone behind him. This

The guy named Kurosawa must be someone's spokesperson.

However, who is this person?

Kitahara raised his head again and stared at the huge spider web on the wall in front of him. All the vague network of relationships behind it, and the inextricable secret glances, all converged on the parliamentary secretary named Kurosawa Sanji.

Stopped abruptly...

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Tokyo, Chiyoda District, an unknown club.

In a hidden room, through the gap in the curtains, you can vaguely see the somewhat majestic National Assembly Hall in the night. Under the illumination of the night light, the magnificent dome stands like a spectacular pyramid. In the room, the dim light gives the room

The entire setting is dyed with a light yellow halo. The room is like a small office with a desk.

Behind the desk, a figure was leaning on an office chair, with his back to the two people in the room. He was holding a globe made of ivory in his hand. He seemed to be greatly moved by this exquisitely made yet cruel work of art.

Interested in it, I kept spinning it back and forth to play with.

When he was enjoying himself, the figure slowly sang an Oriental nursery rhyme:

This chapter is not over yet, please click on the next page to continue reading! "Why do you sing, crow."

"Because it's on the high mountain."

"Take a look, go and take a look, it's on a high mountain in the distance."

"She has seven of the cutest children waiting for her to come home."

The somewhat hoarse, old voice came from behind the chair, and it was obviously singing a nursery rhyme. However, it sounded like a parent was intimidating a child in the middle of the night. The figure's random movements and humming

The tune exudes an oppressive aura that makes people breathless, as if the whole room is like a sponge being squeezed at will.

At this time, two people were sitting on the two expensive cowhide sofas in the room.

Kurosawa Sanji swallowed his saliva on the sofa, and cold sweat broke out on his forehead. Even though he had served the big man in front of him as a subordinate for a long time, every time he met, the mountain-like oppression felt like

Put a noose around your neck and tie it tightly.

Kurosawa was just thinking about not interrupting the elegance of the big man in front of him, because he had some bad news to bring. After a while, the humming voice of the figure gradually became quieter. Kurosawa hesitated again and again, and finally said,

"Mr. Congressman, the first-tier contractors of the "Infrastructure Renewal Strategy Act" will be changed this time. A class action lawsuit has been launched on the Kawamoto Expressway, and I am afraid it will be excluded."

The figure sitting on the office chair continued to play with the ivory globe and responded casually: "Oh? That's it. That's a pity. It's a pity that the old man of the Kawamoto Group is not blessed to receive these funds."

Then, the figure seemed a little curious and asked: "Which law firm initiated it?"

"First it was Eto Law Firm. Now it has been contracted by Sakai Law Firm and Nishimura Law Firm." Kurosawa answered.

At the moment when the word "Eto Law Firm" was uttered, the figure with a strong sense of oppression suddenly paused in his movements, as if he had heard some unbelievable news. For a moment, it seemed that he needed time to absorb the news.

After the surprise was digested, the figure spoke after a while: "Is it the Eto Law Firm of Eto?"

"Yes. Mr. Congressman, this is unbelievable. After Eto left, the debt was said to have been taken over by a Tokyo University student who had just graduated a few years ago. Maybe it was the debt of 500 million yen that weighed this guy down.

A newly graduated college student was torturing him crazy. He didn't know where he received a traffic accident case, grabbed the materials inside, and filed a blackmail lawsuit against Kawamoto Expressway. But... But, he didn't expect that the court would

It actually supported his appeal."

"Eto is really a coward. He quit after only 500 million yen," the figure said leisurely, "What is the name of that young man who is still at Eto's law firm?"

"My name is Kitahara Giichi." Kurosawa replied.

The room suddenly became a little quiet. Feeling this almost suffocating pressure, Kurosawa wanted to turn over the news quickly, and then said: "Mr. Congressman, the General Hotel has been almost completed recently. The owner of the hotel has made arrangements

What a great banquet, just waiting for Mr. Congressman to set a date."
Chapter completed!