Hong Kong black flower

10 minutes ago.

Surveillance cameras are functioning normally.

Suddenly, a plum branch quietly drilled out from the gap in the ceiling. Like a flexible snake, it slowly wound up from the back where the camera could not capture it, tightened it tightly, and then with a "click", the entire surveillance camera was smashed to pieces up.

Almost at the same time, Dostoevsky, who was sitting across from Hagizawa, suddenly collapsed on the desk.

The powerless Dostoevsky looked at Joe Hagizawa with a calm expression in shock, obviously not expecting this situation at all.

Behind his invisible back, two plum branches poked out quietly, took off his hat, found the bluetooth headset hidden in his hair, and smashed it into pieces with a "click".

Then Meizhi rummaged through it again and found a communicator.

"Well... Sure enough, you are not that guy."

Hagizawa said without any surprise.

The floor at his feet was broken by foreign objects, and a flexible plum branch was drilled out of the broken tiles and concrete. A key with a small round hole hung on the front of the branch, and it was handed to Joe Hagizawa.

Hagizawa let off the handcuffs on his wrist easily.

"W-how... how did you do it..." Dostoevsky, who was lying on the table, said with difficulty.

"How did I do it?"

He pinched his hair into a bundle, "cut" the tail with a pair of scissors, and then patted himself on the shoulder.

The expression on Dostoevsky's face was somewhat bewildered.

"Then let you imagine?" Hagizawa laughed, picked up the communicator, and left the room without looking back.

The hair was slightly cut to less than two or three millimeters, sprinkled on the shoulders, and the black broken hair was inconspicuous on the black suit jacket.

Coming out of the elevator, he walked a little slower and was pushed by an impatient enemy.He staggered unsteadily, and the broken hair on his shoulders slid down without attracting anyone's attention.

After the ability was activated, he manipulated the broken hairs scattered on the corridor carpet to produce branches as thin as a hair, which drilled under the carpet in batches, and moved silently to the dead corner of the surveillance.

The next step is to control the timing, poison the enemies in the whole building and destroy the monitoring.The time he spent talking with Dostoevsky was long enough for him to arrange everything.

Hagizawa Joe walked out of the room, avoided the enemies who were lying on the ground, and called Mori Ogai with the mobile phone he found from the other party.

His mobile phone didn't know where those guys took it, so he had to use someone else's.Considering that the equipment might be monitored, he didn't reveal much about the phone call. He probably said to the big boss, "My side is almost over, and there is nothing wrong with your side."

Mori Ogai mentioned to him that there was a car accident on Factory Avenue, and "he" was sent to the hospital by Miura Masahiro who happened to be passing by after get off work.

Hagizawa asked secretly that his dog was really disobedient, and after leaving his house, he ran outside Morio and barked.

So Hagizawa asked Mori Ogai to record the words that he needed to convey to Masahiro Miura, and then hung up the phone.

Then, he opened the call log again, and the page was full of strange calls without notes.Hagizawa found the second one and dialed it without hesitation.

Except for the one in front of the office gate on the fifth floor, all the surveillance images of the entire building disappeared at the same time!

If it is said that there is no problem, no one will believe it.

The man who sat at the table and watched the surveillance screen disappear bit his fingernails again, muttering in a low voice: "I didn't take any pictures about supernatural powers at all, I'm really cautious..."

However, being able to destroy the monitoring of the entire building at the same time at least shows that the guy's ability can be controlled remotely.

I completely lost contact with the person on the third floor, otherwise, before that guy left the hotel...

He held a remote control in his hand, as long as he pressed the button in the middle, all the remote control bombs installed in the hotel would be activated, powerful enough to blow up the entire building with exquisite decoration, leaving only ruins in the end.

but……

He bit his fingernails again.

At this time, the communicator at hand suddenly rang.

He raised his eyebrows, then picked it up to connect.

"You're not on the fifth floor either, Mr. Dostoevsky?"

From the opposite side came the boy's immature voice, which hadn't changed. It was crisp and brisk: "It's better not to press the remote control in your hand. If you do, a guy will be very angry."

Dostoevsky laughed. "The King of Gold?"

"That can't be helped. Who told the Untimely Court to almost evacuate my father's property after his death-although those are mostly things accumulated in that era, it's normal for them to be angry and want to take them back. But like them This kind of person who claims to be decent will always do unnecessary things for some inexplicable reasons."

"Hmm... Like taking care of orphans or something? But if you really want to, you will be dead by then, right? Even if they succeed in revenge, they can't save anything. It's really incomprehensible behavior..."

"I think so."

"Speaking of which, I was very curious before..." Dostoevsky put down the remote control in his hand, nodded his chin with his index finger and raised his head in thought, "How did you get along with the non-time court under the eyes of the port mafia?" We got in touch? Maybe Hagizawa alone can’t do it?”

"you guess?"

"Hmm..." He thought for a while.

"Ah! I see, it's that thing—" Dostoevsky said excitedly, "it's the melody—the music box! The paper tapes of the music box can be played by yourself, it's easy to make, and the notes It's your code word! As long as the melody is not so weird that it makes people feel uncomfortable, then even if you hear it in public, no one will doubt it... It's really exquisite~"

"Interesting, right?"

"Yes, yes!" Dostoevsky clapped his hands happily, "Music is the most beautiful way to convey ideas!"

"It's really a pleasure chatting with you this time, Hagizawa-kun."

"me too."

Only the last surveillance image was displayed on the screen, which was in front of the office at the end of the corridor on the fifth floor.Joe Hagizawa, who had disappeared for a long time, finally appeared on the screen. He looked up at the monitor, and greeted this side with a smile.

"But the next time we chat, it's better if you show up in person. You mouse won't really lose sight of the light, will you?"

Dostoyevsky laughed tremblingly with a "hehe", "I will definitely, Hagizawa-kun."

"Then, look forward to our next meeting."

"See you next time."

The communicator and the last monitoring screen were cut off at the same time. Dostoevsky closed the laptop, disassembled the communicator in his hand into several small parts, and threw them into different trash cans several times.

After all this was done, the airport announcement rang, and his flight had already started boarding, and it was time for him to leave Japan.

And just as he was going to the boarding gate, three guys with rabbit masks stopped him suddenly, and the leader silently extended his hand to him.

Dostoyevsky blinked, then suddenly realized something, smiled helplessly and handed the remote control to them.

The leading "rabbit" seemed to confirm something, nodded slightly invisibly, and handed the remote control to the companion on the left.

After the man took it, a small golden flame ignited in his hand, and the remote control was quickly melted under Dostoyevsky's nose.

He was amazed.

"Is this the power of...?" Of course he didn't say the term in the middle, he didn't want to be detained and restricted from leaving the country in the name of "terrorist attack".

After dealing with the trouble and warning the Russian who came to Japan with ulterior motives, the "rabbits" stopped blocking him and took a step back to signal that he could leave.

Dostoevsky nodded at them with a smile, and lined up to check in for the plane.

Love hotel.

Hagizawa manipulated Mei Zhi to open the door of the office on the fifth floor for him, avoided the "hotel staff" lying on the ground without turning his eyes, and put another "Dostoyev" who was lying on the desk and had stopped breathing. "Sky" pushed down from the boss chair, sat on it by himself, turned on the computer, and began to pack the documents and materials inside.

Looking through while packing.

"Hmm... the planning report... the next stage will continue to provoke the confrontation between the port mafia and the Yokohama underground world, and steal information on the superpowers of the port mafia's high-level... The focus is on the latter, this information dealer..."

"The location of GSS's new treasury after the dragon head struggle... The difference between the new leader of the Takase Society and the former leader faction in choosing an alliance partner... The young master of Strain fled to his home country... Hey, these are all boring things... ...Well, it wouldn’t be something important to be left here by that guy, right? Just leave it to Dr. Mori’s headache.”

At this moment, he suddenly froze for a moment.

Because he obviously felt that his arrangement at home had been touched, but he quickly came back to his senses and continued to check the information collected by these guys during this period, without worrying about the intruder who broke into the house.

Of course, there is nothing to worry about, after all, the gorgeous plum branches he put in the vase before going out will definitely "fascinate" the "guest"~

Although it is very rude to come to the door secretly without the owner's invitation, if you make trouble, you will be kicked out by the owner.But he is not the kind of heartless host, he will still entertain uninvited guests.

I just hope that the guests will not be intimidated by his enthusiasm, because he will never let the guests leave disappointed.

Visitors will definitely stay forever, their flesh and blood will be turned into nourishment, and they will be completely integrated with the coquettish plum blossoms, leaving no trace of their existence.

— just like his companions in this building.

Although the internet speed in this office is not bad, the data collected by these guys is too much and too complicated, and the loading file is very large. It took him almost an hour to pack and send all the data.

After checking that there were no omissions, Hagizawa quickly cleared the traces of his network access, and at the same time formatted all the hard drives where the data was stored.After doing all this, he commanded Mei Zhi to smash this computer to pieces, of course, the one in the room on the third floor was no exception.

After that, he bounced to the first floor, found his shoes and socks behind the service desk, put them on one by one, put on his gloves, and walked briskly out of the love hotel.

The car sent by Mori Ogai had already stopped outside the door. Seeing him coming out, the Hong Kong and Black members in black and sunglasses bowed respectfully to him, and then opened the back seat door for him.

"The taxi driver was also inside. Those people didn't kill him, they left a sigh of relief, probably for the arrest warrant to offer a reward." Hagizawa sat in the back seat and said in a relaxed tone of chatting, "Serial murder Criminal, the reward is worth 20 yen, if you have time, take him to the police station, buy some walnuts to feed my disobedient dog, and use the rest to drink with the team members yourself. "

"Pfft!" The team leader who just got into the cab couldn't help laughing, "Okay, I understand, thank you Mr. Hagizawa. But how did you know that I know Miura?"

Hagizawa let his chin face out of the window in a daze, and said casually, "Because Dr. Mori asked you to pick me up."

Captain: "?"

Hagizawa Joe: "How many people in the port mafia knew of my existence before this?"

The captain was thoughtful.

Hagizawa continued: "If I'm not mistaken, you are also responsible for the follow-up of the car accident on Factory Avenue and the arrest of the enemy, right?"

The captain didn't expect him to know this.

Hagizawa Joe: "Presumably Dr. Mori will assign you and your team members to me next, why, send you first to see if my boss is reliable?"

The team leader was ashamed: "The leader means to see if you need..."

Hagizawa Joe: "Didn't I already answer the question of whether to take over or not? Otherwise, why invite you to drink?"

The team leader was dumb for a moment, followed by a burst of emotion. With such a boss, if you can't think fast and can't keep up with your thoughts, you will really have a feeling of doubting your life. It is indeed a bit stressful. No wonder Miura Changhao will be trained to look like that...

At this time, he suddenly remembered what Miura Masahiro said before: "If you follow him, you will probably be less promising than me!"

Cough...um...shouldn't be worse than Miura Masahiro... right?

The author has something to say: the end of the weekend

感谢在2020-04-1722:00:00~2020-04-1822:00:00期间为我投出霸王票或灌溉营养液的小天使哦~

Thanks to the little angels who irrigate the nutrient solution: 2 bottles of grapefruit;

Thank you very much for your support, I will continue to work hard!