"Compared to looking for an innocent self-defender like me, it's still..." Haruhiko Oba looked at the projection.
"Find the arrogant one first..." He thought, not knowing what to call him.
"...It's more important." So he chuckled helplessly and shook his head.
"I heard that the FBI and the New York police are looking for a house similar to the crime scene..." the young man sitting aside said calmly.
James Blake turned to look at him.
He was as sickly and pale as Haruhiko Oba.
The simple white shirt, ruby collar button, bandage over his right eye and the bandages on his body make him look particularly fragile.
Like a glass product wrapped in a bandage, it will break into pieces if you are not careful.
"By the time you find the crime scene, those three gentlemen will have completely passed away." The young man lowered his eyes full of compassion.
"They cannot ascend to heaven."
Like God watching over the world.
James Blake felt that the other party's words were full of ridicule and distrust of the FBI.
He looked at the young man full of holy compassion.
"You should trust the FBI, kid."
At least we are much more useful than the so-called gods.
"This has nothing to do with trust, officer." The black-haired boy closed his only left eye.
"They are almost dead." He shook his head.
On the projection, the three of them had already started killing each other.
"That guy said that one key can only open one lock, but he didn't say that the key in our body matches our own lock." The gang boss looked calm.
The knife in his hand cut the throat of the racing driver next to him without hesitation.
Seeing the other person lying in a pool of blood, he looked back at the director who was some distance away from him.
One person cannot touch the other unless both people are close to each other.
But the distance between the gang boss and the racing driver is very close.
"That guy didn't say where on his body..." The director looked at the other person killing a person in front of him without hesitation. He didn't care and just frowned.
He and the gang boss are old acquaintances, and he also knows what the other person is like.
"We'll find out if we cut them all open." The gang boss held the knife in his hand without hesitation.
Cut the skin with skillful movements.
"Haven't they been found yet? Damn it! What are they doing! Killing people in front of the whole country?" James Blake called on the phone.
"So not only was the person not found, but the live broadcast online and the broadcast on the TV station were also unable to be stopped?"
Shuji Tsushima was on the sidelines sending a message to Toru Amuro.
[Hurry over the wall and watch the show.——cahors (Cahors)]
After thinking about it, he felt that it was not enough and that everyone should see it. Shuji Tsushima silently started a group chat.
[gin, bourbon, trinidad, pernod... have joined the group chat, the current number of people is eight.]
[...Website.——cahors (Cahors)]
[The mysterious man actually broadcasts the crime live in the United States, but the FBI has nothing to do with each other...——cahors (Cahors)]
[tiamary: That mysterious person... the white crow.]
[Bourbon: Isn’t White Crow from Neon? When did you go to the United States?]
[trinidad (Trinidad):.]
[gin (gin): Is there anything worth paying attention to?]
[pernod: The technique looks interesting.]
Shuji Tsushima continued to watch the live broadcast.
The gang boss successfully found the key in the racer's stomach, tentatively inserted it into the shackles on his feet, and turned it... but it couldn't turn.
The winning smile on his face froze.
He tentatively opened the key on his other foot.
This time, the lock opened.
He looked at the shackles on one foot and slowly turned his head to look at his long-time partner.
"Hi, old friend."
"Do me one last favor."
…
"If I were you, I wouldn't let them find a house." The boy sat aside and put together the puzzle.
"Then what should we look for?" James Blake looked back at him while holding up his mobile phone.
"Car." The boy continued to piece together the puzzle without raising his head.
"Car?" James Blake showed a confused expression.
"Are you saying this live broadcast is taking place in a car?" he asked.
"If it is a car, according to the size of the room in the live broadcast room, it must be a large car. I will ask the traffic police to stop all large cars for inspection." James Blake said to the mobile phone.
"There's no need to look for it anymore." The young man said calmly.
The gang boss in the live broadcast room successfully found another key from the director, but he could not open the chain on his own foot.
He dropped the blood-stained keys and sat next to the director's body.
The first body lying on the ground suddenly moved.
The face covered with blood and scars was forcibly torn off, revealing the white crow mask he was wearing.
"Surprise——!" the mysterious man raised his hands and cheered.
"Sure enough, the person who can become the big brother of the underworld is different. He is much more decisive than others." The mysterious man applauded.
"What do you want? Let me out and I can give you anything." The only person who survived had a calm expression.
"I want..." The mysterious man looked moved.
"Of course I want you to die~" he said in a harsh and mocking tone.
"We never wanted you to live in the first place~"
"Except for the fact that the key on Mr. Racing Driver's body is real, the keys on your body and Mr. Director's body cannot open any lock at all."
"I really went too far. I confess to God." The mysterious man confessed to himself.
"See you next time, dear viewers." The live broadcast room suddenly fell into darkness.
A truck drove towards the gate of the New York City Police Department.
The moment it hit the gate, the truck exploded.
The live broadcast room resumed live broadcast again.
The live broadcast happened to be the scene where a truck crashed into a police station and exploded.
"How dare you do this..." James Blake squeezed the phone tightly.
"Is this what you mean by not having to look for it?" He asked in a deep voice the boy who was working on the puzzle indifferently.
The opponent's puzzle is almost completed.
"Ah." The young man responded indifferently.
"Why didn't you tell me earlier?" James Blake suppressed his anger.
"And why do you know what the other party does."
"Answer me." He looked at the young and sickly boy.
"Officer James, please pay attention to your attitude." Haruhiko Oba warned with a gentle expression on the side, but his tone revealed some warning.
"Has the FBI reached the point where it needs a child to help find criminals?" He asked with a chuckle as if he was provocative.
"You didn't ask me." Tsushima Shuji raised his head and said after finishing the last piece of the puzzle.
"Aren't you a believer? Just watch living people die like this..." James Blake gritted his teeth.
"God will not care about the death of sinners." The young man with black hair and wild eyes looked at him, his expression still holy and compassionate.
"Their souls are not governed by heaven." But they are indifferent to the death of others.
"As for why I know what that mysterious man did..." The young man lowered his eyes.
"Probably because I am a detective." He said with a smile at the corner of his mouth.