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Kamiya Ming was not used to being watched and eaten, so he put down the knife and fork first, and made an expression of listening patiently (perfunctory).

When a person insists on pulling you to talk, he will deliberately pretend not to wink, and can continue the topic by pretending to be stupid.

Akai Hideichi just briefly brushed aside the knife and fork that the other party picked up and put down, and then brushed the slightly drooping corner of his mouth, pretending that he didn't see anything, and continued to speak cheekily.

As the trump card of the FBI, he wouldn't fail to notice such trivial things, and of course he wouldn't have any psychological burden.

"Naruichi Kamiya," said the well-bred young man with an emotionless smile, he paused for some reason, and became inexplicably interested, "Is Mr. Okiya Japanese? Sorry, this name doesn't look like an American's." name."

"My father is Japanese, and I am of mixed race."

The man with girlish pink hair has always had a calm expression, no matter what he says or does, he doesn't feel deliberate, but his never-so-warm attitude is paired with a chattering mouth, which is strange no matter how you look at it.

Kamiya Naruichi leaned forward and asked curiously: "But Mr. Okiya's face doesn't show the feeling of mixed blood at all."

Akai Hideichi opened his eyes a little, and for a moment he couldn't tell whether he said that on purpose.

Akai Shuichi is a Japanese-English mixed race, and Okiya Subaru is an out-and-out Japanese.

"Really." He replied rather coldly.

At the beginning, Akai Shuichi kept pulling the other party to talk. From a certain moment, the screen looked like Kamiya Naruichi was holding the other party and refused to let go.

"Ah, sorry, I didn't mean to."

There was just the right amount of apology on the young man's face, Akai Shuichi was silent for a while, and his eyes suddenly became sharp.

"Did you come here by yourself, tourist?"

"Okiya-kun's English is so nice, it's completely different from other people I heard in America."

The two spoke at the same time.

One smiled and leaned on the back of the chair, and the other opened his eyes and stared at each other.

Shen Guming didn't evade, but raised his chin instead.

Let's talk, isn't it just to check the household registration book, who can't do it anymore.

Kamiya Mingyi rolled up a mouthful of pasta with a fork and stuffed it into his mouth. He was almost starving to death, then put down the knife and fork again, wiped his mouth, and took a deep breath.

"Most of the English textbooks used in the world use English as the standard, and seldom use the relatively more exaggerated American accent. Okiya-kun's accent is roughly the same as that of the locals, but to the ears of foreigners, it is He has a very different sense of hearing, and because he is a foreigner, the way of distinguishing accents is different from that of the locals. Okiya-kun, you must have grown up in England."

Akai Hideichi wanted to say something, but hesitated for a moment when he spoke, and at this moment, the other party caught the loophole.

He was hesitating, because he was told about his accent, so he had doubts about it.

Because of this, Kamiya Mingichi was even more sure of what he had speculated.

"Okiya-kun, do you know that your hands don't quite match your face?" he asked himself and answered, "I guess not."

"Human bones also have age. The age shown by your facial bones is much younger than what your hands tell me. This can be achieved through maintenance on the outside, but the bones are different." Sitting there, there were no waves in his calm eyes.

In his eyes, the bones of the human body in front of him are connected by glowing lines. From bottom to top, the bone lines present a complete and smooth arc, but this line is broken at the face.

The facial bones of the face that Okiya Subaru showed before him didn't match his body.

He stretched out a finger, and traced the outline of the other person in the air, from the cheeks to the neck, and then to the body, "The body shape that matches this face should be slimmer, more..."

Akai Shuichi's eyes fell on him, and at a certain moment, his heart beat wildly.

The answer was imminent.

Could someone really see through his disguise just by meeting him once?

Drawing human bones through clothes, how many human bodies does it take to master such a skill? According to the information investigated by the FBI, there is no record that Mingichi Kamiya attended a medical university, so where did he acquire this ability?

While Akai Hideichi was waiting to witness a wonderful performance, Kamiya Naruichi bent his eyes, withdrew his fingers, and suddenly stopped talking.

"I'm sorry, I was too engrossed in what I said. These sound strange, don't you? Please forget what I said just now. Everyone has their own little hobbies that cannot be understood by others, right?" He blinked knowingly. blink.

His demeanor is natural and sincere, and even the most demanding person cannot find a trace of hypocrisy.

Akai Hideo subconsciously wanted to smoke a cigarette, but immediately stopped his movements.

Heh, I can't disclose any more information to the other party.

Such an important matter was not mentioned in the information. The playwright Kamiya Mingichi is a man with extraordinary insight and cannot be underestimated. The decision to try to use him as a breakthrough was wrong at the beginning.

There is no need to continue contacting, Akai Shuichi can also make a judgment.

This is a very difficult person.

Watching the other party cut a piece of steak with an expression of enjoyment, Akai Shuichi suddenly felt that it was not too surprising that there was no mark on the information.

Because even he couldn't find a single flaw.

A false attitude can really confuse people, maybe everyone around this man has already been deceived.

"Hmph." He stood up, put his hands in his pockets, and hummed softly.The steaming dinner in front of him hadn't moved yet, so he left without even looking at it.

Walking out of the hotel, it was already drizzling outside.

He stood at the door and watched the vehicles passing by on the street for a while, making it impossible to see what he was thinking.He took out one hand from his pocket, took out a cigarette in his arms and put it in his mouth, took out a lighter from his side pocket, and lit the cigarette with one hand.

The hazy smoke blurred his face for a moment, making his expression even more unpredictable.

After a long time, he sneered indistinctly, and put out his cigarette on the trash can on the side of the street. Just in time, a car stopped in front of him, and he opened the door and bent down to get in.

When Kamiya Mingichi was checking out, he was told that someone had already settled his account in advance.

Presumably it should be the man named Okiya Subaru.

The dissatisfaction with interrupting his meal was dispelled a lot, and thinking of the squinting-eyed man, he was not so unhappy anymore.

The person who paid him the bill cannot be a bad person.

Kamiya Ming returned to the room happily and continued to fight jet lag.

After he left, after waiting for a while, the guests in the restaurant that was already full left one after another, and after a while, it returned to the deserted place he saw when he first came in.

Early the next morning, Kamiya Mingichi was dragged out by Amuro Toru.

Along the way, he babbled and said: "Once you feel that you are in danger, you can ignore their arrangements for you and run directly."

It wasn't until they arrived at the destination that they realized that he had come as bait this time.

According to Toru Amuro, his past must be related to that terrible mysterious person and the organization formed by the mysterious person, and it is even very possible that he was born in that organization.He has an unknown influence on the mastermind behind the scenes.

Having said a lot, it means that as long as he appears, the members of that organization will definitely show their flaws, and this speculation can be further confirmed.

Shen Gu Mingyi yawned, lazily asked a group of people to surround him and install all kinds of gadgets he had never heard of before. The only thing he knew might be the bug.

Compared to the nervous crowd, he, the client, was very relaxed, and he didn't know whether to say he had a good heart or no sense of crisis.

As a bait, if the line is not reeled in time, he may really be caught by the fish.

"Because Amuro-kun will definitely come to save me. Once I know this, I won't be nervous at all."

Toru Amuro raised his face and warned him: "Absolutely, absolutely don't get caught!"

There is still a big difference between being alive and being alive intact, and even if he will save him, it doesn't mean that the damage he has suffered will not exist.

The trading location is the freight distribution center on the coast.

Not far away, a secluded mansion on the hillside is preparing for a luxurious banquet.

After noon, celebrities and dignitaries began to arrive one after another.

The host of the banquet was a fat-looking bearded blond man with a big gold chain floral shirt, full of the aura of nouveau riche.

A shadowy man with an aquiline nose got out of the car, and the people who arrived at the same time with him all gave way with smiles on their faces.

But the man didn't even give them a look, until he walked in front of the host of the banquet, his face as cold as a poisonous snake forced a smile no matter how reluctant he was.

The person who hosted this banquet was the boss of Eagle Time, the largest mafia group in North America.

It is not an exaggeration to call the godfather of North America, although the mafia here is not as strong as Italy.

Hooked Nose is the second organization below this.

Another luxury car was parked in front of the door. Compared with the low-key black cars of the others, this one was a red convertible.

The host of the banquet immediately put down his hooked nose, and overjoyed, he took the initiative to greet him.

"Francis, you're here!" he said in surprise.

The hooked nose was behind him, and his gaze was getting more and more sinister.

The handsome blond-haired and blue-eyed man stepped out of the car with long legs, attracting the attention of all the ladies present.

He said politely, "Long time no see, Jeter."

The boss of North America's largest supernatural organization "Guild", Francis Fitzgerald, appeared here today as a businessman.

No one has trouble with money, and Fitzgerald is the most profitable person in North America.

"Go in quickly, Lusha is waiting for you." The boss of Yingshihui winked at him ambiguously.

Lusha is the eldest niece, who just turned 16 this year.

Obviously not interested, Fitzgerald didn't show it, but nodded politely, "I'll go in first."

Shortly after he entered, an unassuming black car pulled up to the door.

At first no one paid much attention until the door opened.

"Lord Zhongyuan, we're here."