At the bottom of the police academy, I conquered the first place in the police academy group

But Toru Amuro didn't do anything, he slammed the door straight out with a furious body.

When walking out, I happened to see the stewardess pushing the dining car to give Sang Yue food.

The food on the dining car was wrapped in tin foil, Toru Amuro's eyes seemed to be sucked out by these ingredients, and he stopped to leave.

When I came in just now, the wire-controlled earphones made a very slight "sizzling" sound, and all the food ordered by Sangyue were wrapped in tin foil, it was hard to keep people from going in "that direction".

Toru Amuro's mood recovered slightly, the fire in his heart seemed to be pricked by a needle point as if it had inflated to the largest balloon.

Is it...

Amuro's analytical ability allowed him to sort out some strange things in just a few minutes.

There are many flight attendants outside. He found many people and asked the same question: "Where is the flight attendant here who is about 1.6 meters tall, has a small mole on the eye, and has a hairstyle parted in the middle? I have I left something in the bathroom, I want to ask if she saw it."

Toru Amuro was scribbling with those people, but they all got the same answer.

There are no such flight attendants on the plane.

"That's it, maybe I remembered it wrong." Toru Amuro nodded and chuckled at several flight attendants, then turned and left.

Sang Yue rested on the recliner for a long time. After the three glasses of water took effect, she felt that she really didn't feel so uncomfortable after metabolizing.

Although the head is still heavy, at least the pain is not as strong as before.

She sat up, poured out all the food that the stewardess brought over, and only took out tin foil to wrap the monitor to monopolize the receiving source.

Just as he was about to check to see if there was anything else in the single room, someone knocked lightly on the door panel.

"Miss Sigel, you drank so much coffee just now, you must not have slept yet, right?"

Ley's voice was bitter with tobacco, and his subwoofer that hid all his emotions could be heard through the door panel.

Sang Yue opened the door for him, Ley's black hair was parted forward, holding an empty cigarette case in his hand, pinching the case open with pale fingertips, there was a sentence on the lid.

——[Where is the listener]

Sang Yue's pupils danced in a kind of joy that I did not misunderstand, she pretended to accuse and said: "This is not a smoke-free zone."

Then she reached up and closed the lid on the box in Ley's hand, and dropped the monitor into his cigarette case.

There was a very soft "dong", and a foreign object entered the cigarette case.

Lai's green eyes blinked slightly, and he looked at Sangyue from the beginning to the end again, and put the cigarette case in the pocket of his long windbreaker: "OK, it seems that you don't like the smell of cigarettes very much. But your room seems to be" The smell of smoke is very strong, it seems that the last guest smoked illegally inside, do you need me to 'clean up' for you?"

It's so easy to talk to smart people.

Every word Ley said was conveying a message to Sang Yue.

The translation is, I understood your caffeine hint, you can keep the monitor with me for safekeeping, and by the way, I can help you check if there is such a thing in your area.

Sang Yue gave up a way: "That's really grateful, I hate the smell of 'smoke' the most."

Ley bowed his head and came in, his green eyes scanned the room carefully, and saw the food that Sang Yue threw into the trash can.

Why is she so cautious?

Now that you have a monitor, you don't communicate with Vodka, who has been in the organization for the longest time, but inform him?

Could it be some kind of probing method of Sigel?

The character completely different from the rumors of the organization, the kind of hiding in front of Gin, and the behavior of being willing to tell himself about the monitor, all show his trust in this newly acquired member of the code name.

why?

Did he do anything before to make this Miss Sigel trust him?

The space is a bit narrow, and a recliner occupies all the area.

Ley's wide and straight body was in it, completely blocking out all the light.

She could only see Ley's handsome face turning slightly, inspecting the structure of the entire room from inside to outside, from top to bottom, snorting out of the tip of her nose, and shaking the contents of the cigarette case.

The tinfoil-wrapped bug was inside, rattling against a cigarette case.

He has a very strong Asian seaside atmosphere on his body, and he throws the cigarette case in his hand flatly to play: "This kind of monitor is produced in the land of Yasenievo, Russia. on the leather sole, and it will never come off easily."

He was so open and honest with Sang Yue.

It means that there is no other "thing" in this area.

I don't know how he can tell that Sang Yue is 1 assured of the FBI's level, she is relieved.

"We were targeted by the Russians before we arrived in Russia." Ley snorted softly, suddenly not taking it seriously. "Eighty percent is SVR."

SVR?

Sang Yue didn't understand the word, she looked up and saw Ley facing her from the side, her lacquered pupils were dark: "SVR is the Russian Federal Foreign Intelligence Service."

"Uh..." Sang Yue.

Boy, that's game over.

They were being targeted by Russian intelligence.

Although three of the four people sent out by the organization this time are from the red side, the SVR people don't know.

In the eyes of the people of SVR.

They are all part of a gang, members of an organization.

"The 'Moitres' were taken away by the SVR people, and they probably also received information that the remaining 'Moitres' people joined us."

Rye put the cigarette case in his pocket with a heavy voice. "No important information was heard by them?"

"Then they should have heard a lot." Sang Yue shrugged.

"Uh..." Ley.

From entering the room to discovering the listener.

All the information that Sang Yue communicated with Vodka should not be heard by the person on the other end of the monitor.

That flight attendant was the one sent by SVR to install the monitor.

"The receiving range of this style of monitor is less than 100 meters." Standing in front of the deck chair, Ley reached out and picked the dried petals of a camellia plant on the cabinet.

The windbreaker has a long hem and hangs without pleats.

The smoke is hoarse.

"They should be on this plane."

The plane is about to go down.

Several people in the economy class sat upright on their seats, and one of them, a man with a rosaceous nose and a big belly, didn't look very good.

He was wearing a light blue suit that looked very expensive. When he came, everyone around him was dressed as his assistant, and he called him the president.

There is a very small receiver pinned to the ear, and the voice inside becomes weaker and weaker until you can't hear a word.

In the end, there was even the noise of "creak, crunch" being dangling.

Has it been discovered?

"Hey, some friends from Russia." On the opposite side of the cabin stood a young man with a dark complexion, and his mouth was proficient in Russian, which made him look even less Asian.

He leisurely took a half-meter step towards the man with rosaceous nose.

When the blond hair hangs down, there are friendly reminders in the eyes.

"I said... have the electronic equipment and electromagnetic waves you are using reached the safety standards?" Amuro said with a shallow smile and was fluent in Russian.

"Excessive electromagnetic wave effects will affect the radio navigation equipment of our flight."

He spoke in such a brisk tone, with a friendly smile.

It was like seeing some old friends whom I hadn't seen for many years.

But the faces of the few people who heard this sentence were not very good.

They are all low-level intelligence agents sent by SVR to Japan for investigation. They received an order that a mysterious organization in Japan would send people to Russia to find out about "Moitres", so that they must find out some news no matter what.

At this moment, when this member of the organization appeared in front of them, everyone looked at the man with a bad nose.

The rosacea men were also very troubled. They were not allowed by the Russian intelligence agency to confront members of the organization head-on.But they never expected that members of this organization would dare to come forward and contact them.

are you crazy?

"What are you talking about?" The rosy-nosed man pushed the glasses on his face, and the trembling of his fingertips made him a little flustered by the blond man in front of him.

Toru Amuro had a smile on his face, and he didn't seem to be malicious at all: "I'm just worried about whether our flight can land safely. So I suggest you go to work on the ground."

Amuro Toru's wheat-colored fingertips lightly tapped the lit laptop in front of Rosacea.

Knock every time.

The glasses on the rosacea just slide down a little bit.

This blond young man possesses the calmness and intelligence that should be beyond his age, and the purple-gray pupils are keen to see through everything.

Amuro Toroaki was standing in front of them, but it seemed as if she was standing on a high bridge looking up at them.

13 hour flight.

Russia is finally here.

After the caffeine was metabolized, Sang Yue's head obviously didn't hurt so much, and she was woken up by Amuro Toru after lying on the recliner half asleep.

"What are you doing!" Sang Yue's voice became louder after her headache stopped. "I locked the latch, how did you get in?!"

"Wire," he said.

Oh, almost forgot.

This guy can pick locks.

"Where's the stuff?" Toru Amuro stood in front of the reclining chair with dull eyes.

"what?"

"The thing that makes you unable to speak to me properly, give it to me." Toru Amuro stretched out his hand towards her, with the palm facing up, the fingerprints inside were rough and there were obvious gun calluses.

The place where the calluses had started to turn white, it looked like the 24-year-old man's hand had been torn.

Sang Yue glanced at him.

Wasn't it tough when you left just now?

What are you looking for her for?

Toru Amuro lowered his head and looked at the trash can next to him. There were damp toilet paper and wet food in it. The reasoning process in his head was the same as that of Ley. "It seems that someone has already solved it for you. Yes, you don't need me."

"Uh..." Sang Yue exposed her eyes, looking at the man standing in front of the recliner who was also staring at her.

When the eyes met, she saw the violet flowers in the depths of Amuro Toru's pupils lost their bright life, turned into withered ruins and condensed into a group of trembling eyelids, in the deserted night without any expression but full of mourning.

"You..." She sat up.

Wanting to reach out and put together the pieces in his eyes.

But got cut by those shards.

"Matsuda is right. The so-called open flame kite wishing is a joke to deceive children."

He said something that Sang Yue couldn't understand.

Of course Sang Yue didn't understand.

I don't know that after she left, Toru Amuro went to Guihai Temple again, under the kite filled with open flames, at the place where they kissed for the first time.

In the ridicule of Hagiwara and Matsuda, a kite full of his thoughts was set up.

There are only two words written on it.

See you in peace.

The former is a wish for her, and the latter is his selfishness.