The real wine is the stupid beauty possessed by the European emperor

Gin just felt that what happened today was really unheard of!

Tomorrow, Xianglin went to the dormitory of the Metropolitan Police Department, and then Rum disappeared under the nose of the police. Now the disappearance is not over, even the corpse appeared.

What happened in just one day?

Qin Jiu knew that things were definitely not as simple as what Xianglin Ming said just now, but the situation was urgent and they were in a hurry to go out, so he couldn't ask any more questions for a while.

Qin Jiu was driving the car, whenever he was free, he would look at Xianglin tomorrow next to him.

Tomorrow Xianglin was wearing the light blue pajamas he often wears on weekdays, her hair was still wet, and she was sitting on the co-pilot in a daze, with her head down.

"I'll park the car near the police station in a while, and then you go there by yourself. I'll wait for you in the car. After all, it's the police's territory." Seeing that it's almost here, even if Gin knows that Xianglin tomorrow doesn't have the heart to listen to these Things, but still have to say it.

Tomorrow Xianglin was listless: "Got it."

Gin speeded up the delivery. He didn't have much affection for people's death, but he didn't believe that an old monster like Rum would really die.

And even if he really died, he would definitely not die in such a troublesome place!

The person disappeared in the dormitory of the Metropolitan Police Department, and the body was probably found nearby. This matter is a matter of sophistication at a small level, but it is related to the majesty of the neon public security police at a large scale, and it must not be careless.

A careless... If the investigation finds something else, it will be bad...

But it's still a bit too early to think about this, the matter has not been confirmed yet, maybe it's just a way for Rum to get rid of Wakita Kenno's identity, and it's unknown.

"arrive."

Gin Jiu parked the car one bus stop away from the Metropolitan Police Department, this place should be considered safe.

Tomorrow Xianglin didn't say anything, the moment the car stopped, she immediately opened the door and rushed out.

The phone call from the Metropolitan Police Department just said that the body has now been brought back to the Metropolitan Police Department. In order to confirm the identity of the deceased, the family members still need to come.

Although the latter paragraph is completely redundant, Wakita Kenze's popularity in the Metropolitan Police Department, it is estimated that many people must be able to prove his identity.

Tomorrow Xianglin ran all the way, and the security guard at the door just glanced at Tomorrow Xianglin, without stopping, asking questions, or registering.

I have received the news a long time ago, the boy with blond hair who looks to be in his early twenties should be the grandson of Wakita Kennori.

The people in the security room shook their heads helplessly.

What a poor boy—

Along the way, Mingri Xianglin can pass unimpeded, and from time to time, she can be cared by the eyes of those around her.

When I came to the morgue, before I entered, I could see all kinds of policemen, big and small, outside. This was the first time that the morgue was so lively, and no one would come here on weekdays.

Seeing Xianglin tomorrow coming, the dormitory manager stepped forward: "You... go in and have a look..."

The dormitory manager originally wanted to express his condolences, but he turned around and thought, how could he be mourning before he even looked at the corpse? Although the result is almost certain, the process is still indispensable.

Tomorrow Xianglin walked into one of the rooms.

In the middle of the room is the platform where the corpses are placed, and a corpse covered with a white cloth is lying quietly there.

His steps hesitated.

On the way here, Tomorrow Xianglin was very sad on the surface, but she still had confidence in Grandpa Rum in her heart. How could such a powerful Grandpa Rum be killed by others?

But now, even though the white cloth has not been lifted, tomorrow Xianglin already has the answer in his heart just by looking at the body shape.

The police next to him saw from the information of Wakita Kennori that his family only had one grandson.

"Just, take a look..."

He didn't want to urge it, but the family members didn't claim it, so it was difficult to carry out a series of investigations afterwards. All the policemen present wanted to catch the murderer this time more than anyone else.

Tomorrow Xianglin finally walked towards the corpse, his hand grabbed a corner of the white cloth, the color of his skin almost blended with the white cloth.

His eyes widened, and with a jerk of his arms—

The white cloth was lifted.

Grandpa Rum closed his eyes and fell asleep peacefully.

Oh, it really is.

Ha ha--

The police already knew the answer from Asuka Lin's expression, and it would be impolite to ask further questions.

"My condolences, what's wrong with you—"

Before he could finish his comforting words, the weak young man in front of him, who seemed to be made of paper, suddenly vomited a mouthful of blood, unable to support his body, and fell to the ground.

"Hurry up! Find a stretcher first!"

"Call the doctor!"

"Contact the hospital immediately!"

Tomorrow Xianglin fell to the ground, looking at the glaring ceiling in front of him, he didn't completely lose consciousness.

The chest hurts so badly... as if the heart has been ripped out alive.

what the hell...........

Grandpa Rum and Master Belmode are like this, if you don't want to say it, you don't want to say it, why should you disappear......

If I had known this earlier, I would have been more obedient and not asked.

sorry......

Tomorrow Xianglin slowly closed her eyes.

......

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"What?! Tomorrow Xianglin's grandfather died?! It is very likely that he was robbed from the dormitory of the Metropolitan Police Department?!"

When Toru Amuro received the news, he almost thought that there was something wrong with his ears, but the call was made by his subordinate Kazama, so there must be no fake.

【Yes!Asuka Lin's grandfather is Kenno Wakita, the security guard at the gate of the Metropolitan Police Department. He is very popular, and now every department is as if they have been beaten to death. It is bound to find the murderer. 】

Toru Amuro felt that the matter was a bit strange: "You send me the report on what exactly happened, and you can't explain a sentence or two on the phone. I will read the report myself."

[Yes, I will send it now. 】

"By the way, what about Xianglin tomorrow?"

[I heard that after confirming the identity of the deceased in the morgue that day, he fainted and is still in a coma, because it is now confirmed that Asuka Lin is probably the last person Wakita Kanezuri contacted before his death, and it is very likely to provide some useful information Evidence, the police now take turns guarding his ward 24 hours a day. 】

"Okay, I see. If you have any news, just let me know."

【Yes. 】

Not a while after hanging up the phone, Kazama sent all the information to Amuro Toru's computer.

Toru Amuro opened the document with full of doubts.

Wakita Kanenori... I seem to have heard of this name, but I have never seen it before.

The information stated all the circumstances at the time of the incident. The body was found on the lawn two kilometers away from the dormitory, and it had already passed away.

Because it is a lawn, it is difficult to distinguish the footprints, and the scene seems to have been cleaned carefully, and there are no useful clues.Because it is a large lawn, the nearby surveillance cameras can't capture it, and there are few people walking around at night, it is simply a blind spot.

Next is the autopsy report, with a few pictures of the wounded part, all of which are scratches or bruises.

Until Amuro saw the face of the victim, he regarded it as a murder case, but it was not until the face of the deceased was displayed on the computer screen.

Toru Amuro: ! ! !

This... this is rum!

The dead man was Rum?

No, no, he has to take it easy.

Rum is Wakita Kennori, the security guard at the entrance of the Metropolitan Police Department...that is to say, Rum is the undercover agent hiding in the Metropolitan Police Department!

Good guy!

After such a long time, this undercover agent finally appeared!

As early as when Zhu Fu Jingguang was exposed, Amuro Toru had already paid attention to it. Although it was their plan to let Zhu Fu Jingguang appear in the police station on purpose, someone had to see it and report it. The first step in the plan is considered to be established.

Although that plan was successful, the person hiding in the Metropolitan Police Department has never been found.

But now that it was found, it was unexpected that it was found in such a form.

Well, let’s not mention the past, let’s talk more about the present.

An autopsy was performed, which showed that at least this person did not fake his death, nor did he just kill someone and then disguise the dead person into Rum's appearance.

So is he really Rum?

Oh, how is it possible!

This joke is as funny as the Black Organization will be destroyed tomorrow.

After reading all the reports, it says that there is no useful progress. The only thing that can be confirmed is that the dead man was stabbed in the heart by a sharp weapon.

Toru Amuro sent a text message to Kazama, telling him immediately if there is any latest progress in this case.

Amuro looked up at the ceiling.

Before long, there will be turmoil in the organization.

And this time, who will take the position of Rum?

.....

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Tomorrow Xianglin woke up.

The moment he saw the white ceiling, he knew he should have been admitted to the hospital.

The number of times I have come in recently is really a bit too much.

He struggled to find his mobile phone, but he fainted suddenly, Master Gin Jiu didn't know anything.

As soon as Xianglin supported his body with his hands and stood up a little bit, another heart-piercing pain came from his chest.

He looked down at his chest.

There wasn't a single scar over there, let alone any wounds.

That kind of pain comes from the bottom of my heart, and it is definitely not comparable to trauma.

"Are you looking for this?"

At this time, a hand was stretched out in front of Xianglin tomorrow, holding his mobile phone.

Tomorrow Xianglin thanked her, but because she was really uncomfortable, her voice was very small and weak: "Thank you."

"You're welcome."

Xianglin tomorrow raised her head and saw the person in front of her clearly.

It was the investigator Kuroda Hei who met in the dormitory that day.

Why is he here.

As if seeing the question in Asuka Lin's eyes, Kuroda Hei opened his mouth first.

"We should meet for the second time today, but I always think you look familiar. Have we met?"