Zhu Mie: This swordsman's surname is Uchiha

Chapter 116 Discovery
Freeze in the unchanging environment in front of you.

The gust of wind and rain was violently bombarding the windowpane covered with water droplets, and the sound of shaking and trembling knocked on my ears in a hurry.

Added a bit of hustle and bustle to the long and boring wait.

Inside the empty office.

Itachi sat on the leather desk.

His eyes wandered erratically.

It landed on the white-painted wall in front of him, and watched the water droplets slowly seep out of it.

look up.

Falling on the old pendulum clock again.

so repeatedly.

Time passed by in seconds.

In the blink of an eye, it was already ten o'clock in the morning.

As the leader of the Progressive Party, the country's prime minister and most powerful person, Ichiro Nakai, is still missing.

This made Itachi feel at a loss and at the same time a little uneasy.

As the prime minister, Ichiro Nakai has absolutely no reason to be absent from work.

As the prime minister, he has a lot of affairs to deal with every day, so how could he not come to administration at will without half a notice.

Prime Minister is no ordinary job.

If you don't come to the prime minister's mansion rashly without reporting, you will definitely be greeted very kindly, and even some dignitaries will take people to find the mansion in person.

And if the need to ask for leave has been reported in advance, there will definitely not be any dignitaries coming to the door.

It is the best proof that Yamamoto found Nakai Ichiro to report what happened in Tokyo recently.

Itachi tapped his fingers on the table.

In the sound of dong dong dong.

His brows were tightly furrowed.

at last.

Itachi stood up.

He couldn't wait here any longer. It was ten o'clock in the morning, and two full hours had passed since the scheduled time. It would be useless to continue waiting here. With this time, Itachi can do a lot of useful things. To investigate and collect a lot of useful information, he withdrew and walked out of the prime minister's mansion unimpeded.

The moment he walked out of the prime minister's residence.

The gloomy and cold world fell into Itachi's field of vision together with the thunder that exploded from the sky.

In the rain in the sky and on the ground.

The towering buildings spread to the end of the field of vision, reminiscent of the silhouette of mountains.

Unfurl the giant umbrella.

Step out of the rain curtain under the eaves.

In the sound of falling rain.

The damp and cold air was poured into the chest cavity along with the wind.

He took a deep breath, and headed towards the home address of Ichiro Nakai that he had obtained.

long way.

tram.

Soon.

In a majestic complex of buildings.

Itachi stopped.

This large building is mostly provided for dignitaries and dignitaries.

The location cannot be said to be excellent.

But it can definitely be said to be a place of recuperation, quiet and peaceful.

Can't see the heavy traffic.

Nor can the steel torrent of urbanization be seen.

To be able to build such a piece of isolated pure land in such a noisy and prosperous place like Tokyo is naturally a big deal.

Itachi walked away.

Immediately, a tall and burly security guard came out of the distant pavilion, crossing his hands on his chest, motioning for the visitor to stop.

Itachi ignored it.

Go forward unhurriedly.

The security trotted over.

No umbrella.

Standing in the wind and rain, his figure is very tall and straight.

"Hello."

Very polite voice.

"Are you the owner of this place? If so, please show the relevant documents. If not, please leave by yourself. Tours are not allowed here."

Security didn't come up and take tough measures. After all, people who can live here are either people who are galloping in the business world or people who are in the political world.

Even the most powerful person in the country today, the ruling Prime Minister Ichiro Nakai, made his home here.

He had been fortunate enough to witness Nakai Ichiro several times.

In this building complex, the owner of every household is not something that a small security guard like him can offend.

Putting on an arrogant and self-righteous posture waiting for him must be an unpredictable ending.

therefore.

Before clarifying the specific situation, he will not show any arrogant and domineering posture, unless the other party is a homeless refugee who is causing trouble and doing nothing.

Being able to stay here as a security guard can be regarded as having something to do with him, otherwise he might not even be able to pass the threshold here. It is not a fat job to be able to get in touch with all kinds of big shots on weekdays. Salary is also very good, of course.

And more so.

The more he knows the corresponding risks to bear.

I thought that being able to get in touch with such big names in business and politics on weekdays would bring me many benefits, even if it would go smoothly in the future, but in fact, nine out of ten of these guys are extremely arrogant and arrogant. Quite a person can still treat everyone equally and politely, but facing him, a little security guard, he is showing his true colors, and he will not be respected as a human being at all, maybe he is used to ordering people around. .

Therefore, he is very aware of the cruelty of these high-ranking guys, and he absolutely dare not offend these guys.

"This gentleman?" The security guard still didn't dare to show his anger, let alone take tough measures.

If this guy is a relative of some high-ranking guy and has some weird temper, then it's his luck.

Itachi slowly raised his head to look at him.

His appearance has changed to that of my wife Shan Yi.

The immature face reflected in Anbao's eyes made him frown, but he still maintained a respectful look.

"Are you here to see your parents?"

"Feel sorry."

Itachi said something that didn't make sense.

It has not waited for the security to respond.

Sharingan involved him in hallucinations.

Itachi controlled his strength and tried not to cause unnecessary damage to the opponent.

After all, the attitude of the other party is very polite.

And there is no enmity with him.

It's just a guy who met by chance.

The other party was just performing his duties, so Itachi would naturally not confront him with swords.

As always, it is easy and unhurried.

After handling the security with ease, Itachi walked slowly into this place where the rich and powerful lived, holding an umbrella.

Spacious and clean roads.

The pines and cypresses flanking the road stand like guards on patrol.

The green canopy trembled in the wind and rain.

The green leaves are falling.

At a glance.

There are many.

After the pines and cypresses, there is a detached luxury building with a courtyard. Houses like this are rare in Tokyo. Ordinary people would be overwhelmed even if they live in a birdcage. row of single-family buildings.

In the matching courtyard.

Without exception, they are all full of flowers and plants.

Many have collapsed in the pouring rain.

Itachi glanced at the mansion where Ichiro Nakai lived.

After arriving.

He opened the door easily.

Such means are not clever.

as a ninja.

This is also a relatively secretive but commonplace necessary skill.

The lobby was empty.

No lights on.

It was dark.

Only through the thin skylight leaking in from outside the door can we vaguely see the magnificent and magnificent decoration layout.

As the prime minister, Ichiro Nakai naturally will not lack money.

Itachi swept casually.

After a rough inspection, he headed towards the second floor.

On the way to the bedroom.

A strong smell of blood was carried by the wind and poured into the nostrils.

Itachi frowned.

I have a hunch that something is wrong.

When approaching the bedroom door.

The smell of blood has become extremely strong.

Extremely pungent.

Although he is no stranger to similar situations, he still scoffs at them.

By thin beams of light.

You can see the meandering blood flow under the door, the color is dull, cold and lacking in temperature, and some of them have already solidified.

It looks like a lot of time has passed.

With a heavy look on his face, Itachi slowly pushed the door open, there was no darkness as imagined, the bedroom was full of wind and rain, the windows were open, the howling wind lifted the brown floor-to-ceiling curtains, and fine rainwater was swept into it.

The floor and even the bed were wet.

In the dim light of the sky.

The first thing that came to light was a pale corpse.

As for faces.

It was the leader of the Progressive Party, Ichiro Nakai.

There was a hideous wound on his neck, which was clotted with dark blood, and dry and shriveled blood vessels could be seen in it, his whole body was bloodless, as pale as a piece of white paper.

Itachi didn't even bother to check his vitals.

Judging from the appearance alone, it can be said categorically that those who are dead cannot die again.

Itachi lowered his head.

The face is tense.

Nine out of ten fatal injuries are the slit on the neck. If you observe carefully, it should be a knife wound. The initial estimate of the time of death should be six hours ago, that is, four o'clock in the morning. As for how the murderer sneaked in, it is probably through this window , due to the overnight rain, the footprints have been washed away long ago.

Itachi stood by the window sill and looked down.

The height is about six meters.

There are no factors that can be leveraged.

The murderer's jumping ability is amazing.

Most likely not human.

Besides humans, the special species active in this world is ghosts.

Ghosts possess powers beyond humans.

Which naturally includes the ability to bounce.

In other words, the one who killed Nakai Ichiro is very likely to be a ghost.

But if the murderer is a ghost, the corresponding problem will come.

Why would a ghost come to kill Nakai Ichiro?

And after the ghost finished killing, why did he let the opponent's body stay here?

You must know that ghosts will have infinite desires and desires when facing human flesh and blood. This is an almost instinctive reaction engraved in the bones, and no ghost will let go of a good meal in his mouth.

Itachi frowned.

The wet and cold wind and rain hit the immature face.

He raised his head.

Looking at the chaotic sky.

The wind tugged at his black hair.

It fell down quickly and feebly.

The rain soaked Itachi's hair, making it so wet that the wind could no longer blow it up.

He didn't think about it any more.

Turned over and jumped straight down.

Since Nakai Ichiro has died, there is no extra value here, and the relevant situation has been understood and collected, so that's enough.

Itachi couldn't make the dead speak, what he could do was rush to the next place as soon as possible, and catch all possible clues.

His next target is the home of Yu Suzuki, the previous leader of the Progressive Party and the country's last prime minister.

Suzuki Yuitachi also did enough homework. After all, the other party is the second-in-command of the Progressive Party other than Ichiro Nakai, and it can be said that he is a real talker. Ask him for such a senior's opinion.

Duidang has a high status in the Progressive Party, and at the same time must also control many secrets.

Nakai Ichiro knew.

Yu Suzuki probably knew it too.

Nakai Ichiro didn't know.

Yu Suzuki probably knew too.

Now Nakai Ichiro is dead.

If this is just a damn coincidence, then Suzuki Yuu should be fine, but if this is a long-planned event, then Suzuki Yuo is probably more ominous than good.

But no matter what.

Yusuke Suzuki is now a relatively clear route to continue to investigate.

Itachi must find out all this as soon as possible.

The mansion of Suzuki Yu and the mansion of Nakai Ichiro are also located in this area where the rich and powerful are located.

As the former prime minister and now the second in command of the Progressive Party, he is naturally qualified to sit here.

soon.

Itachi entered the mansion through the same method.

Still empty.

There was no life in sight.

Than the mansion environment of Ichiro Nakai.

Yu Suzuki It's a mess here.

Rifle and rummage.

Many places have not had time to clean up.

It was as if in an emergency, he quickly rolled up and fled with the necessities.

After carefully checking and searching up and down.

Itachi found no blood-stained corpses.

There were no obvious signs of fighting.

The whole mansion was dead silent.

With the wind, rain, thunder and lightning.

An inexplicable chill in the bottom of my heart.

Ferret did not make too many stays.

Determined that there were no clues available and left quickly.

When walking among the falling leaves.

Itachi's thoughts were extremely serious.

For an instant.

It seems that the source of all information has been cut off again.

As the leader of the Progressive Party, the current Prime Minister Ichiro Nakai has completely died and was buried with the secrets of these times.

As for another core figure, Yu Suzuki, his life and death are still unknown.

Judging by the messiness of the mansion.

Nine times out of ten.

It was a bad premonition that he fled ahead of time.

And wanting to find such a scheming, cunning and cunning politician in the city of Tokyo is nothing short of wishful thinking.

But without these two bright lines leading to the fog, what should Itachi do next.

Where should the black hand behind all this find him?
Things seemed to be at an impasse again.

Think about it.

Itachi suddenly thought of the conversation with the female secretary in the prime minister's mansion.

from her mouth.

Itachi learned that there is an unknown project in the northwest of the border, and it is matched with a galloping train that never sleeps.

Itachi didn't know what was planned and conspired.

But instinct told him.

Most of them are hiding some shocking secrets.

Wind and rain.

Thunder and lightning.

Thunder flashes in the dark cloudy sky illuminate Itachi's dignified and hard face.

Rain falls from the eaves of the umbrella like a curtain.

The gate in front of him slowly opened as he advanced.

The previous tall and burly security guard stood in the sentry box, his figure as straight as a javelin.

He saluted respectfully.

Itachi walked quickly, looking straight ahead.

When rubbing shoulders with security.

The latter's heart skipped a beat, and he was dazed, but he didn't show it. He frowned only when Itachi's figure was gone.

There is always something wrong.

Let him rack his brains.

I can't think of a reason why.

". Strange." The security guard scratched his head, his eyes pierced through the wind and rain, and it was Itachi's increasingly blurred figure, strolling at the end of his field of vision.

(End of this chapter)