Ke Xue World: The Confrontation between Black and Red

"Ding ~"

In the quiet bedroom, the sound of a mobile phone notification indicating an unread email broke the silence.

The sky outside the window was filled with rolling clouds, and the air was fresh and moist after the rain. The cool breeze blew in slowly from the half-open window, gently brushing every furnishing in the house.

On the smooth floor, the mobile phone with its screen lit up because of receiving an unknown email is particularly eye-catching.

However, the owner of the phone did not pick up the phone immediately to check the content of the email.

Sitting on the floor with his legs propped up, Karasuma Soshin changed out of his reception clothes and dressed in simple casual clothes. He glanced down at the phone that lit up beside his legs, and his eyes swept across the time on the screen.

I already have an idea of ​​the content of the unknown email that I haven't opened yet.

As always, things were developing according to the plan he had made long ago.

Kingfisher appears and police enter the scene.

This fuse, which was quietly ignited by Karasuma Soshin since the explosion of the fourth experimental main base, has finally burned to the end.

With brows lowered and staring at the lit screen of his mobile phone, Karasuma Soshin seemed to be in a trance. No one knew that at this moment, fragments of memory were being continuously extracted from his vast memory palace.

Sift, combine, crush, build.

A network of relationships involving hundreds of people quickly took shape in his mind in the blink of an eye.

Then, in the blink of an eye, it was as if a bomb with the countdown jumping to zero hit the bull's eye, and it exploded into a pile of sand that could not be picked up, and flowed back to the depths of the memory palace along the same path it came from.

Perhaps it was to make the pre-placed bomb explode more beautifully and over a wider range.

A second before the screen went completely dark, Karasuma Soshin casually reached out and unlocked the screen of his phone, which was still lying on the floor enjoying the cool breeze.

The lock was unlocked and a pop-up window with unread email information popped up again.

After opening the email interface, Karasuma Soshin once again skipped the email from a "loyal" subordinate and instead clicked on the email editing page.

In just a dozen seconds, Karasuma Soshin used his nimble fingers to write an email with one hand.

After digging out a dusty email address from a corner, he pressed the send button.

The hidden program on the mobile phone automatically identified that the recipient's email address was not the email address of a specific member. At the moment the email was sent, it distorted Karasuma Soshin's email address into a bunch of garbled characters and quickly cleared all traces.

Then, looking at the email interface that seemed particularly empty, Karasuma Soshin raised his fingertips, placed them back on his raised left leg, and stopped moving.

His gaze was the same as before, seemingly falling on the empty ground not far away, but in fact it was calmly and casually falling on some unknown void.

The white light from the mobile phone screen illuminated the handsome face of Karasuma Soshin as he turned his back to the window, making it clear and cold.

There is not a single human emotion.

As the mobile phone screen turned off again because it had not been used for more than a minute, this semi-enclosed space, where no other living creature was breathing, returned to its previous dead silence.

The servants in the Karasuma old house who were busy rescuing the fish in the distance seemed to be in two different worlds.

Tokyo Port Terminal,

After witnessing the police’s aggressive appearance, the dock staff, who had been arguing with the cargo ship manager for a long time over the issue of leaving the port but were actually confused, finally breathed a sigh of relief.

Taking advantage of this opportunity, he quickly took out his cell phone and informed the customs office.

But this move is actually unnecessary.

The presence of Inspector Megure and others was such a grand mobilization that more than a dozen police cars were parked at the Tokyo Port terminal and the sirens could be heard two kilometers away. The people in the customs office were not blind or deaf, so how could they not know about it?

Therefore, within two minutes after Inspector Megure and his men arrived at the Tokyo Port terminal, the head of the business department of Tokyo Port Customs rushed over with a group of people, sweating profusely.

Previously, Kogoro Mouri, who had pulled the collar of the freighter manager and shook it while asking "Where is Lan? Where did you hide my daughter?", with a crazy look on his face, was "persuaded" to the side by the manipulative Kenji Hagiwara.

As for the person in charge of the freighter, after seeing that he was pushed into his sight with all the signatures and seals in place, he really couldn't force the search warrant anymore.

The expression on the other party's face became increasingly ugly, and after several changes, he finally agreed to let the police board the ship to search.

Clear the way for boarding the ship.

Kogoro Mouri was so excited that he tried to run towards the boat using his hands and feet, but then Hagiwara Kenji grabbed his arm with a smile and he could only keep flopping on the spot.

The dust at his feet was dug up, and Kogoro Mouri was unable to move forward even one meter.

"Let me go now, kid!"

Seeing that Nakamori Ginzo and his wife Kisaki Eri both got on the boat while he was still being dragged there, the furious Kogoro Mori wanted to give Hagiwara Kenji a shoulder throw on the spot.

Let him know that he, as a senior in the Metropolitan Police Department, is not just a title for nothing.

However, just as Kogoro Mori had this plan, he was startled by Hagiwara Kenji's sudden move towards him.

"you-"

Feeling the extra coldness in his arms, Kogoro Mori's anger came to an abrupt end.

He stared with wide eyes at Hagiwara Kenji, who patted his collar and then retreated back to his original position. The shock in his eyes quickly turned back into his previous anxious anger.

As if he had just dusted off his former Metropolitan Police Department senior, Hagiwara Kenji still held Maori Kogoro's arm tightly with one hand, but his face calmly changed to another expression:

"I'm sorry, Mr. Maori, I didn't mean to stop you, it's just that your previous actions were too impulsive.

We have been instructed to avoid any further conflict between you and the person in charge, so you are asked to wait a while before boarding the ship."

Kogoro Maori snorted heavily, and looked with lingering anger at the person in charge of the freighter who was walking towards the ship in the middle and was "protected" by several policemen.

After seeing the figure of the freighter manager disappear from sight, he straightened his collar and spoke angrily:

"Okay, that guy is already on board, I can get on board now."

Upon seeing this, Hagiwara Kenji immediately let go of his hand and said with an apologetic smile:

"Of course, please Mr. Maori."

Kenji Hagiwara made a full gesture of apology.

And after watching Kogoro Mouri walking quickly towards the boat, his figure also disappeared at the end of his sight.

Kenji Hagiwara turned his head and immediately put on his usual business smile, and greeted the head of the Tokyo Port Customs Division who was wiping his sweaty forehead.

He greeted me very familiarly:

"Captain Jojima, could you please take me to your customs office? I need to verify some things on the spot."

Not sure if he was feeling physically weak or secretly guilty, Section Chief Shimashiro wiped the sweat from his forehead again and quickly agreed.

At the same time, he started to get close to Kenji Hagiwara and played the emotional card. Kenji Hagiwara accepted his advances, and the two walked towards the customs office while chatting.

"I don't know what a police officer is called. Your superior dares to let you take charge at such a young age. You must be an elite talent in the Metropolitan Police Department."

“Thank you for the compliment, Section Chief Jojima. You can just call me Hagiwara.

By the way, I just heard from Mr. Maori that there is a batch of extremely mysterious fragile glass products on this ship. I wonder how much Section Chief Jojima knows about it?"

"Officer Hagiwara, I just heard about this..."

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As Kenji Hagiwara and the head of the Tokyo Port Customs Division walked away, their conversation was gradually drowned out by the increasingly strong wind at the port.

Apart from the policemen who were setting up the cordon, most of the remaining people on the dock were loaders and unloaders and dock workers who were shuttling between the dock and the warehouse for work.

As for the remaining small part, they are tourists who take sightseeing cruise ships.

At the dock, a beautifully decorated sightseeing cruise ship was parked in a corner at least one hundred meters away from the ocean-going freighter.

Even though surrounded by police cars and sirens, the sightseeing cruise ship still welcomed guests in an orderly manner.

As if they were accustomed to this kind of scene, many tourists on this sightseeing boat sailing around Tokyo Bay still strolled around the pier in a leisurely manner, taking photos and checking in from time to time.

Some people even include the police cars with flashing lights and policemen holding cordons as a special experience while sightseeing and include them as the background for their photos.

The ships surrounding the ocean liner are as stable as a rock.

It's just a cordon, not a ship explosion, floating corpses on the sea, or sharks eating.

Therefore, apart from the detained ocean-going freighters, the remaining ships were resting, loading cargo, or leaving port, and were not affected at all.

Toru Amuro and the driver, who had changed out of their conspicuous work clothes, were like a drop of water in the ocean. The police in the distance took it for granted that they were just part of the tourists who were joining in the fun, and didn't even give them a glance.

The situation of the middle-aged man who was closer to the ocean-going freighter was slightly different. Because he was closer to the ocean-going freighter, he and several people nearby also received additional thoughtful dissuasion from the police.

"Sir, there is a police officer in front of you, please don't get so close to avoid danger."

Ida Kou said this while holding a cordon in his hand.

The middle-aged man with a simple and honest look naturally nodded repeatedly, and retreated obediently with the other people.

However, unlike the others, the middle-aged man's face suddenly darkened the moment he turned around.

The scene of the police breaking into the house that often appeared in the dream appeared in reality in another form.

If the temptation of money wasn't great enough, and if the superiors and companions weren't good people, and if everyone wasn't tied to the same rope.

Also, it was obvious that the police were targeting the cruise ship.

The middle-aged man had already left the pier without looking back, so why would he stay until now?

It's impossible to say that he doesn't regret it, but compared to this, the fact that the money that was about to be in his hands flew away like a cooked duck in front of him made him more reluctant to give it up.

Of course, the most important thing is that the middle-aged man knows that there is a big backer behind their organization who kept them safe when the police were fully committed to cracking down on the human trafficking chain.

Therefore, although he was panicked, the middle-aged man was more angry.

Angry at the police's unexpected arrival, angry at the unknown mysterious figure who delayed their loading time, and angry at his accomplice for not answering the phone.

Greed and anger obscured the danger warning in the middle-aged man's heart, causing him to subconsciously ignore the dangerous consequences that might be caused by the accomplice, the hot-tempered woman, not answering the phone.

He didn't notice at all that as he turned to leave, Ida Kou, who looked steady and reliable, cast a thoughtful look at him.