"Detective...?" James Blake was stunned for a moment.
Such a young man could actually be a detective?
"Tsujima Shuji, a well-known detective in neon circles. If the FBI has any cases in the future, you can entrust me to investigate." The black-haired boy with wild eyes handed over the business card.
"Free." He said calmly.
"No, children don't need to be involved in the case. The FBI will find the murderer." James Blake refused solemnly.
It was obviously a refutation of what Haruhiko Oba said before.
"Really?" the young man said unclearly.
"What a pity." He said it was a pity, but his expression was very calm.
The darkened live broadcast room lit up again.
In the darkness, a figure wearing a snow-white suit and a white crow mask appeared in the live broadcast room
"Dear viewers, we meet again~"
"And the FBI people who are in front of the live broadcast room now, this is the first time we meet. I'm White Crow." The other party saluted gracefully.
[We are the misfit white birds among the crows.]
[As long as there are places where birds roost, we exist.]
"Today's trial also went very smoothly. Audiences can type the name of the criminal on the screen..."
[We are everywhere.]
"Please look forward to the next trial." A blazing fire suddenly appeared on the mysterious man's body, and he disappeared into thin air in the sea of fire.
A white crow feather slowly fell from the sky.
At the same time, the FBI found a pure white crow feather in the truck that crashed into the police station.
Even if the fire is raging, it is still white and flawless.
"That Mr. White Crow is provoking the FBI officers." Haruhiko Oba shook his head.
"This is too arrogant, Officer James, you will definitely bring him to justice." He said with a gentle smile.
James Blake looked at the man whose smile didn't reach his eyes, and then looked at the young man sitting next to him with a calm expression.
"Of course." He said firmly.
Turn around and leave.
…
"Cheers to our performance." The young man with blond hair and blue eyes sat at the long table and raised his glass to greet the others.
"Cheers." Everyone raised their glasses in response.
There were people sitting on both sides of this long table.
There are men and women, with different hair color, skin color and eye color.
There are people of all races.
They all look small.
The long table in the projection on the wall was also full of people, raising their glasses across the screen.
"Have you not found out who is behind this?" someone asked.
"No, the other party didn't leave any traces at all." said a young man holding a computer.
"Me too." Another person wearing a hooded sweatshirt said with his head lowered and looking at the computer.
"The other party is a master." The man wearing a cap and mask said.
"...Everyone knows." The blond and blue-eyed young man complained.
"It's really unsettling not to know the other party's purpose." He stretched.
"Can the other party come out and say hello on his own?" he sighed.
"Are you dreaming?" someone asked.
The others immediately laughed.
"Wait a minute, someone really sent a message." Several people holding computers suddenly said in unison.
They looked up at each other.
A line of fonts also appears on the projection.
[The performance is very interesting.]
Everyone present fell silent.
…
"Do I need to give them some rewards?" Haruhiko Oba asked casually.
For the sake of them providing a reasonably interesting show when Xiuzhi was bored?
"Compared to the reward, you scared them." Tsushima Shuji shook his head.
"But it's still interesting." He smiled silently.
…
The police found no trace of White Crow. After that arrogant performance, he completely disappeared.
It's just that there were countless more names under the original live broadcast website, and there were more and more names every day.
Others imitated White Crow's live broadcast of crimes, but without exception, they were all broken into by the FBI during the live broadcast and taken away.
If they can't catch the white crow, they will treat these imitation criminals without mercy.
The United States began to use other news to divert the attention of the masses.
For example... Izayoi Mochizuki's new work is published.
"Excuse me, what was Miss Mochizuki thinking when she wrote the book "The Sinner"?"
"Did the protagonist of "The Sinner" kill someone in the end?"
"Excuse me……"
The girl with long straight black hair always looks calm.
"Excuse me, can you tell everyone about the subject of Miss Mochizuki's next book?" someone asked.
"…Saint."
"The saint who sank into the world." The black-haired girl said softly.
…
Shuji Tsushima is participating in the semi-finals.
Seventy-two of the one hundred and forty-four will remain.
Perhaps to divert more attention, the archery competitions are broadcast on many TV stations.
The audience and attention are unprecedentedly high.
But this time the host was replaced by another man.
It's a pity that no one cares.
"Let's take a look at Shuji Tsushima, who got perfect scores in the last preliminary round..." the new host explained enthusiastically.
"Can he continue his perfect score in the preliminary round this round?"
"We'll see."
"Tsujima Shuji——!!!" someone in the stands shouted loudly with a loudspeaker.
"Come on——!!! You are the best!" the brown-haired boy shouted at the top of his lungs.
Then he took a big breath of air.
He is Leo, a player who was eliminated in the first preliminary round.
The camera zoomed in, and only a close-up of the boy with black hair and wild eyes appeared on the screen.
Pale complexion, thin figure.
And a pair of hands that look perfect for holding a pen.
*[Osama Dazai’s hands are beautiful and delicate, with slender fingers.]
It is such a pair of hands that draws the bow steadily.
The action was an understatement and earned another perfect score.
"Congratulations to Shuji Tsushima for once again passing the semi-finals with perfect scores and successfully entering the finals!" said the host.
"No matter what Xiuji does, it's a perfect performance." Haruhiko Oba rested his chin on one hand and said with a smile.
"Speaking of which... surprises should also be prepared." He said thoughtfully.
At the same time, when the replaced host opened his eyes, he saw two doctors-looking people in white coats.
"You're awake. Congratulations, the operation was successful."
They held scalpels and congratulated with smiles on their faces.
His eyes widened and he felt like something was wrong with his body.
So he lowered his head hard.
"Oh God..."
"What did you do to me?!!" He roared and tried to struggle.
The body was restrained on the operating table.
"Don't get excited, sir." A gun was pressed against his head.
"You have been sold to us. Only by cooperating with the operation can you survive. Otherwise..." Someone patted his face with a gun.
He rolled his eyes in horror and nodded crazily.
"Next, you will go to South Korea for surgery, and after going through idol training, we will send you back to the United States to debut as America's sweetheart."