Ke Xue World: The Confrontation between Black and Red

The investigation time passed day by day, and as the FBI never announced an arrest, the anger of the people in Berry Country was pushed to a climax.

The faces of the FBI's top brass have become uglier day by day, and the atmosphere in the bureau has become increasingly tense.

Yahya, who was responsible for the one-line contact with the mysterious foreign aid, almost never left his phone these days. From time to time, a high-ranking figure would call cordially to inquire about the investigation.

She has a melancholy look, with a bit of fatigue and numbness added to her appearance.

Shuichi Akai, who occasionally came over to take a look during the pursuit, stopped when he saw that Aheya answered six calls in just ten minutes and perfectly used the same social rhetoric to end each call in an average of one and a half minutes. He had already walked to the door.

Fortunately, the person I was chosen to contact was not me.

With such a sigh, Akai Shuichi turned around and left without hesitation. After realizing that there was no unexpected call from behind for a long time, Akai Shuichi quickened his pace slightly.

It's terrible that the top sniper, who has always been sensitive, didn't even notice his footsteps. Thanks again to Mr. Kudo Yusaku who chose Yahea as his single line contact.

James, who had stayed up all night, just opened the door with a cup of coffee at the right temperature. He saw his confidant Ai, who had been so busy recently, walking out with windy footsteps. He couldn't help but feel a little confused:

Could it be that there are new clues from Mr. Foreign Aid? He's gone so fast.

Kudo Yusaku, who had no new clues, stood in front of a large desk covered with various materials. Behind him, a map of Berry Country with various markings was hanging on the wall painted with blue paint.

Conan, who personally participated in this five-day chase as a young assistant, stepped on a stool and marked on the map the location where the latest traces of the serial corpse murderer were found.

"Dad, it seems that there is no trace of whiskey being too involved in this operation."

After considering the situation in the past few days, Conan said with great certainty.

"Even so, the opponent is still very powerful, and we don't have much time."

Kudo Yusaku turned around and looked at the densely marked map. He said this, but there was no trace of anxiety on his face.

Conan, who knew his father well, did not answer the call. Instead, after thinking about the map for a few minutes, he took out the red marker in his pocket, pulled out the cap, and drew a on an inconspicuous place name. Round red circle.

Seeing this, Kudo Yusaku showed a satisfied smile.

Wuna Town,

Located in the suburbs of Washington, transportation is not very convenient because it is located on a barren mountain that is rumored to be haunted by wild beasts. Therefore, this town is sparsely populated and most of the houses are abandoned.

In one of the semi-abandoned, Gothic-style buildings, Gordon was enjoying tonight's dinner, a piece of pizza that had completely cooled down.

Not far from Gordon, the murderer of the serial corpse mutilation case that caused a stir in the entire Berry Country in recent days was sitting elegantly on a chair with a broken leg, munching on a sandwich that also had no trace of heat.

As a serial corpse murderer who was recruited into the organization by Rum two years ago and became a member of the organization, he has a nice name called Lily.

True to her name, Lily is also a beautiful woman with brown hair and blue eyes and quite intellectual beauty.

Yes, this murderer who caused a huge sensation and committed dozens of cases in eight years with horribly cruel methods was a man who weighed just over 100 and was 1.7 meters tall. Even if he ran for his life They are all beautiful women dressed as noble ladies, with elegant and moving figures and affectionate eyes.

When he first saw each other, Gordon was really shocked.

But now, he has long lost the interest from his soul that he had when he first met Lily a few days ago.

In the past few days, Gordon couldn't get a complete and good sleep during the day and night.

This always free-spirited and extremely coquettish love prodigal was now wearing gray clothes, and his beautiful blond hair had been cut into a dry broom tip after being on the run these past few days.

It only took Gordon five days to go from being frightened at the first touch to turning a blind eye now.

Compared with Lily, who was wearing a dark green dress and various accessories, but looked a little tired, Gordon now looked like a refugee who had escaped from the country next door.

A perfect sense of déjà vu between an exiled princess and a scavenger.

After finishing their simple dinner in silence, Gordon and Lily, now codenamed Fugana, looked at each other in silence, and no one spoke for a long time.

From someone watching the show on the sidelines to a person in the show, Gordon's psychological journey has undergone earth-shaking changes in the past few days.

He knew that the FBI's mysterious foreign aid was very powerful, but he never expected that someone could really chase them like a dog chasing a rabbit based on the clues they left at the scene.

Everyone has only one brain, how can that FBI foreign aid be so powerful?

Gordon, who had been running for his life for five days, was puzzled, but he realized a truth.

That is, don’t easily provoke those people with very good minds.

This includes not only the FBI's mysterious foreign aid, but also whiskey.

Perhaps this kind of excitement of life and death can really stimulate a person's IQ. At this moment, Gordon finally understood why he was responsible for this mission, and why his boss Gin, who had always been very tolerant to his confidants, had no objections. .

Everything stems from his recent act of provoking Whiskey.

Fujana didn't know about the life insights in Gordon's mind, and she wasn't interested in knowing those things.

Looking at her long and slender right hand with light pink nails, Fugana looked calm and peaceful.

As a subordinate that Rum carefully recruited into the organization, Fugana completed the code name assessment task in September last year. It only took a year and a half to successfully become an intermediate code name member with B-level authority.

As a corpse-mutilator who has committed numerous murders in the past eight years, the FBI's profile of her appearance so far shows that without exception she is a tall, muscular man.

No one knows why Fugana is loyal to Rum, and no one knows how Fugana, who is slender and can't lift her shoulders or hands, creates such horrific and bloody mutilation cases. .

Fujana, whose hands were already stained with blood, still has that warm and peaceful aura on her body.

She looked at the starry night sky and sat in a room that was not even lit by candles. Her heart was as peaceful as her expression and the aura exuding from her body.

There was no split personality or forgotten memory. Fujana always knew what she had done. Every move she made was made with a clear mind.

She still remembers everyone she killed and how she disposed of their bodies.

As for the sense of satisfaction after seeing blood, or the sense of accomplishment in facing his increasingly mature killing skills, there is none of these.

Fujana was like eating and drinking, completing all the tasks that came from nowhere at first and were now ordered by Rum.

Facing the FBI's mysterious foreign aid, who even her boss Rum felt like a formidable enemy after meeting her, Fujana never worried or was anxious.

After these few days of escaping, Gordon was exhausted both physically and mentally, and even gained insights into life that he had never looked down upon. However, Fugana remained unchanged except for a trace of fatigue from beginning to end.

In the early morning, an elite team of FBI troops surrounded the town.

Gordon, who was sleeping in his clothes, was awakened by three sudden ringtones on his cell phone. The familiar email tone made him unable to open it in time to check. He immediately picked up the gun at hand and called out to Fuga, who was sitting on a chair with a broken leg and his eyes closed. Na.

Fujana opened her eyes the second after Gordon called her. There was no trace of the sleepiness she had just woken up in, only full of clarity.

She did not take out the gun like Gordon did, but stood up and picked up a piece of hemp rope in the corner, and neatly tied up her upper body and hands.

At the same time, she also used local materials and stuffed the matching silk scarf into her mouth until it was firmly pressed against her throat and filled the entire mouth before letting go.

A minute later, a weak victim who unfortunately encountered the murderer of the serial corpse dismemberment case was revealed.

Watching Fugana's performance, Gordon immediately understood her plan.

Gordon, who was cooperating with the performance, put away the gun in his hand, and an extremely sharp scalpel slipped from his cuff into his hand, and then he lightly cut some preliminary wounds on her body that were common in serial dismemberment cases.

The blood dyed her dress red, and Fugana's expression became filled with tears, sad, numb and extremely desperate.

After creating wounds that were shocking enough without losing the bloody beauty, Gordon began to quickly clean up some traces on the scene, and then arranged other traces.

After noticing the unusual movement outside, Gordon immediately patched up several more bone-deep wounds on Fugana's body. Then, holding the blood-stained scalpel, he turned around and quickly ran towards the dilapidated wooden stairs and climbed up the house. Later, the attic skylight was opened and the roof was raised.

The next day, as soon as Whiskey woke up from his sleep, he saw on TV a series of news reports from the media about the pursuit of the serial corpse case.

"It is reported that the murderer of the serial mutilation case seemed to have no idea about the FBI's secret operation and escaped before the arrest operation started in the early morning..."

"Only one woman was found at the scene who was tortured to death by the murderer of the serial mutilation case. Now she has been rushed to the hospital for rescue..."

"According to the ambulance driver responsible for the treatment and transportation, although the victim's name is unknown, she is luxuriously dressed and well-groomed. She is suspected to be a daughter of a wealthy family..."

"A newspaper with a fresh date that was purchased by the suspected murderer was also found at the scene. One of the news items about the Karasuma Consortium was circled in red. Whether the murderer's next target will be the Karasuma Consortium has never been revealed to the public. The mysterious heir..."

"The latest case review of the serial mutilation cases. Among the victims of the four consecutive cases are rich young masters from wealthy chaebols. Can the heir to the Karasuma Consortium who was unfortunately targeted escape the disaster..."

"The FBI's frequent failures are caused by external factors or internal ghosts. Is the mysterious foreign aid just a name or is there something behind it..."

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Whiskey carefully read all the relevant reports, and when he saw the latest victim sent to the hospital for emergency treatment, he knew that this matter was going as planned by the Rum group in advance.

Gordon and Fugana, who had been tied together for five consecutive days, began to separate. The real murderer and the off-site coach Fugana escaped the FBI's sight as a victim.

Gordon, the fake murderer and an outstanding graduate of the five-day corpse-dismemberment madness crash course, is responsible for attracting the FBI's attention and welcoming the FBI's last wave of crazy arrests. At the same time, he implements the latest instructions given to him by Rum.

The FBI's mysterious foreign aid was firmly pinned to the identity of the assistant who helped the murderer of the serial dismemberment case.

The doubts mixed in these news have begun to ferment. As long as Gordon delays these two days, then this doubt will become the mainstream of subsequent news reports.

By then, even if Kudo Yusaku steps forward and admits that he is the FBI's mysterious foreign aid, the people of Berry Country will not buy it.

On the contrary, his reputation as a world-class mystery novelist will be stained with a stain that is difficult to clean off.

Of course, the possibility that Kudo Yusaku will stand up is currently zero.

However, Whiskey was very concerned about those news reports that inferred that the serial corpse murderer's next target was him, the heir to the Karasuma Consortium, based on just a circled newspaper.

After a brief period of doubt, he quickly identified the person who would do this.

In order to fulfill the previous promise made to Rum, Yusaku Kudo, who was wearing the skin of the FBI's mysterious foreign aid, was kicked out of the next game, and also to pave the way for Rum's follow-up plan.

Whiskey has been keeping Xiluer's eyes on Gordon's activities for the past few days.

Once Gordon is surrounded by the FBI and is about to be arrested and unable to escape, Whiskey will send him a warning email just like last night.

It created a questionable phenomenon for the FBI and the media who followed closely.

Of course, this is limited to seven days and only when life and death are at stake.

As for what will happen to Gordon after seven days, Whiskey won't pay too much attention to it. All he can guarantee is that before Gordon takes his last breath, he will tell Gin the news, and then Gin will go out to find him. .

However, Gordon should have realized by now that he got this mission because of him.

But he didn't know that Whiskey was the mysterious heir of the Karasuma Consortium.

Before the informants sent by Gordon to follow him had time to report the situation, they were caught and killed by Yamazaki, wrapped in cement and sank into the sea.

Even if he knew, after these five days of running away, he would not have the courage to take revenge on him.

Therefore, this person cannot be Gordon.

As for Fujana, although she is highly relied upon by Rum, Rum would not even tell Zacapa this kind of secret, let alone Fujana, who is not even a senior code member now.

Therefore, through simple elimination, naturally only one candidate is left.

There was another knock on the door of the apartment that had been quiet for several days, and Whiskey opened the door with a sullen expression.

Outside the door, in addition to Fujino Miku who started to tremble when he saw him, who bowed at 90 degrees, and the group of bodyguards in black, there were also several people standing wearing vests with the FBI logo printed on them.

One of them could barely be considered an acquaintance.