[Comprehensive] Police Chronicle

They went to investigate the gangster group immediately, and the faces of these three people were among them, what Aizawa didn't understand.

Bank robbery is a part of gangster profit source nowadays.

Following the failed bank robbery that Liu participated in, the gangsters realized that Kong has personality, and gangs without cooperation and discipline are inefficient in committing crimes. It happened that Matsushita and the others returned to China and entered the gangster's field of vision, using drugs or usury to control those who lost their direction and Veterans of extraordinary skill.

Liu silently lowered his head and thought.The one in the prison is, these three successful robbers are, did Ide also end up like that because he was addicted to drugs and was designed to owe debts but refused to compromise.

Ide, the most upright captain ever, is worthy of his captaincy, endures poverty and coercion, sticks to his character until the end of his life, and never falls.

"Being lured astray by gangsters, don't blame them, let alone you."

Aizawa touched Liu's face comfortingly.

Liu grabbed his hand and analyzed: "Then it can be confirmed that the Isue that Hanako saw committed suicide because she couldn't pay the debt was a fake murderer."

He analyzes like a cold and precise machine that keeps running, which makes people feel chilled, but Aizawa understands him.

It's too late for regret, sadness, and anger. What matters is to catch the murderer and find out the evidence.

"Although we don't know the murderer's modus operandi, as long as the investigation is done, he will be caught sooner or later. If the murderer is found, the state prosecutor will appeal, and Matsushita will be able to use the issue to testify against gangsters in the second trial."

Wen Yanliu couldn't help sneering: "Even if the evidence is convincing that the gang killed them, capital can still bury all the truth."

Aizawa retorted speechlessly.

"The three people who work for the gang are still worth using and their lives are safe. The key is to protect the one in the prison." Liu glanced at the watch whose pointer was pointing to zero, and suddenly said to Aizawa, "Can I sleep at your house?"

"it is good."

"Can I bring someone to sleep in your house?"

"Bring who?"

At this time, the doorbell of Aizawa's house rang, and Liu turned to tell Aizawa while going to open the door.

"Our son."

Even if Liu said it was his illegitimate son, Aizawa would not be so confused: "Son, ours?"

"I adopted it."

Now Aizawa has no intention of asking why Liu didn't discuss it with him, because he saw their son outside the door, he was tall and big, and his beard was thicker than Aizawa's.

The one who came was Panasonic.

He was released on bail tonight and was supposed to be transferred to a drug rehabilitation center. Liu thought it was too unsafe there, and Liu's own home was monitored again. After thinking about it, only the home of the professional hero Aizawa was the most ideal.

He nodded to Aizawa with an embarrassed expression on his face, who would have thought that he would have a deep bond with them today after he advised them before.

Aizawa believed that Liu was not a fool, so he tried his best to calm down and asked, "Can you tell me why?"

"The nature of the case in which my son was detained made it difficult for him to be released on bail. In addition to the large amount of bail, a letter of commitment from relatives is required to ensure that he will be accompanied, supervised and guided after he is released from prison." Because he couldn't remember Panasonic's name, Liu called him abnormal Skilled, "He is two years younger than me, and I went through the adoption procedures with his consent."

In Japan, some big company presidents who have no children will adopt the talents they like to be their sons to inherit the business.

On the surface, Aizawa didn't seem to accept it reluctantly at all.

"In order not to disturb you." Liu, who was planning to do the trick at the beginning, had already completed the terrain survey, "Your house only has one guest bedroom, so my son and I will sleep in the guest bedroom."

Aizawa looked at Matsushita calmly.

"Ask your child for their opinion."

Matsushita was suddenly named, and Aizawa's eyes made him startled.

"father!"

Panasonic rushed to Liu in a stride.

"My son wants to sleep in the guest room by himself, so you can sleep with mom."

Mom Aizawa: "..."

The author has something to say: In Japanese, "summer is over" has the same ambiguous meaning as "the moonlight is so beautiful tonight", which represents the cool wind in the evening, the fruitless love, the last fireworks blooming, the finale of youth It ended in a hurry.

☆、Chapter [-]

Go back to the room and the willow will fall on the pillow.

Aizawa was quite pleased.Bipolar affective disorder, commonly known as manic depression, is often accompanied by unexplained hyperactivity, anxiety, depression, and insomnia.Such sleep proves that Liu has basically recovered.

Aizawa went to work the next day, and soon ended his due course. He went to pay homage to someone. During the process, he always felt that a pair of eyes were secretly watching him, and he couldn't get rid of it.

There was no one inside, no light source, the walls were dark but brightly lit, dazzlingly bright, there was only a coffin in the middle, and a portrait surrounded by wreaths in front of the coffin.

The strange thing is that the portrait reflects the strong light, and the image is blurred. When I got closer, I realized that it was a photo of him when he graduated from junior high school.

At this time, the coffin behind him suddenly moved, and something inside was about to break through the nailed coffin lid, making a loud crashing sound.

The moment the coffin lid was broken, Aizawa woke up startled.

It was late at night, and Aizawa could clearly hear the shallow breathing of his side at the other end of the wide bed.

Aizawa turned his head, his eyes were almost too dry to open, and it took him a while to see that those normally docile and soft gray eyes reflected the bright moonlight at night, bursting open like a ferocious nocturnal feline. Glowing.

"How long have you been awake?"

"Just now, I'm a little bit of a bed."

There was another sound of banging against the wall in the next room of Matsushita, which was the same as what Aizawa heard in his dream.

"Is he all right?"

Speaking of Aizawa going to have a look, Liu pushed him back on the bed, but didn't withdraw his hand, still placed it on his chest.

"He's a drug addict."

"in spite of?"

"He can get through it."

Liu's voice was soft and slow, because he believed in Liu's judgment, Aizawa also developed confidence in Matsushita, closed his eyes, and put his hand on Liu's.

"Suppose you were ill, would you prefer to be alone or with someone by your side?"

"Having never experienced the latter, there is no way to compare."

Liu was as rigorous as ever.

He listened intently to the movement next door, and seemed to have calmed down.

"Go to sleep."

After that, Aizawa stopped dreaming and slept until dawn.

The sunlight shining through the gaps in the curtains is dazzling, not to mention that he has dry eye syndrome. In the past, he had to think of something sad to moisten his eyes to open them, and then touch the eye drops from the bedside table.

Today's progress was stuck in thinking, Aizawa recalled that Liu also slept on this bed yesterday.

At this time, a pair of warm hands supported the sides of Aizawa's head, and his wet thumbs gently stroked his closed eyes.

"I saw that your eyes were not very good last night."

When Aizawa was able to open his eyes a little bit, Liu dripped eye drops on him, and wiped the spilled liquid with his fingers to prevent it from dripping into his ears.

Aizawa slowed down for a while, and saw Liu squatting neatly beside his bed, his face upturned in the sun was slightly smiling, like a squatting black cat with its tail sweeping the floor leisurely.

"Breakfast will be ready soon."

Aizawa frowned, first pinched himself, and then tried the temperature of his forehead.

"Why pretend to be Liu?"

Liu pursed her lips, her smile disappeared, she threw the eye drops into the drawer of the bedside table, and left with a flick of her tail.

Panasonic didn't move, Liu was in the kitchen, Aizawa walked lightly to the entrance, picked up the neatly placed Liu's shoes, the uppers were smooth, turned them over, the soles were the same, only there was some wet mud between the lines.

It didn't rain from afternoon to night yesterday, even if we stepped on muddy water, the room should have been dry overnight.It is possible for Liu to come back from buying vegetables this morning, but no matter which vegetable market is nearby, there is no dirt road.Unless the owner of the shoes went out in the early morning and went to a place not nearby.

Aizawa scraped off a bit of the wet mud with his fingertips and put the shoes back.

The smell of mud and blood is mixed with the smell of blood. The soil seems to be nitrate, and the blood is definitely human blood.

Aizawa wiped his hands with paper, and sat down at the dining table with a normal expression, just as Liu was bringing out breakfast.

"I hired a moving company." Aizawa still remembered Liu's acceptance of the bed, "You can move your bed here."

Liu nodded casually, and sat across from him with a new book, titled "The Book of Raising Children: Making Boys More Like Boys".

"You should take a look at it when you have time."

"Is Panasonic okay?"

"I can't die." Liu sent an email to the school asking for a day off, "Let's eat, I'm going to be late for work."

Liu's breakfast was simple, much better than Aizawa imagined, and it smelled of Ms. Liu's craftsmanship. He took the parenting book to work and left Liu at home.

There are not many things to move, and the heaviest thing is the bed. With the help of a moving company, it will be over in the morning. Liu's estimate was wrong, and he is surprisingly free today.

Matsushita crawled out of the room at noon, ate and packed up his spirits, out of boredom, he focused on his old father.

In order to find something for him, Liu asked him to arrange a show and practice a song on the grounds of his birthday the day after tomorrow.

Despite focusing on the lyrics, Matsushita, who was born as a scout, still observed that when Aizawa got off work, Liu answered a phone call and didn't hear the ring. He answered the phone like a monitor, then went out for a short time, and came back with a bag of vegetables.

"I heard movement at the gate last night." Panasonic naturally went to the kitchen and asked, "Where have you been?"

"Find Hosoya, Kinomoto, and Igarashi."

"Can you remember their names but not mine?" No, Panasonic asked again, "I don't even know where they are, have you found them?"

"Ah."

"How did you do it?"

"I caught a mafia mule before, and I wanted to find out the drug supply chain he was in through him. Then I found out that he stole money from the gang and fled in a hurry. During the period, he killed someone and was wanted by the police." All former It took a few days, "Later, I investigated the routes he traveled and his network of relationships, and accidentally learned about the Mafia's drug factory and where he stole the money from."

"How accidentally I found the lifeline of the gangster." Matsushita muttered.

"You have read the news, and you must have recognized it. The robbery is still new. I guess the money they robbed will go to the gang's money delivery network."

Liu, who has no police status, acts alone. Although he has no jurisdiction, he does not need to apply for approval.

"Now that you know where the mule stole the money from, you know where the headquarters of the money is hidden. I visited the relevant personnel last night, and some of them cooperated and some didn't. Overall, I cleared up the money laundering route network without alarming people. It's a pity that I Can't move them for a while."

"You still want to touch them?"

Matsushita was too busy to take care of himself, and simply avoided talking about his former friends.

"When you caught the mules, you probably didn't want to look for them. You knew they couldn't be shaken, but you were suspended again. Why did you look for it for no reason?"

Matsushita thought that he would hear the words of justice and social justice, but Liu said: "Investigating cases outside the job is either for affection or for entertainment."

"What about the investigation at the post?"

"That's work."

"Not for justice?"

"Justice cannot be found by individuals alone." If Liu Zhen has such a sense of justice, what he insists on is not correct in the mainstream sense. Several locations."

"You're going to use them to lure the murderer out?"

Liu didn't respond, and Panasonic's eyes fell into the pot that he didn't forget what he said just now, at a loss.

"What are you doing?"

"Can't you see it?"

It's obviously a pumpkin cheese cake, but it seems that there is too much cheese. Liu turned his head and turned off the fire. There was nothing in the pot except a layer of oil and chopped green onion.

"Hey, where's my pancake?"

The money and people of the mafia were clearly arranged, and the pancakes were lost.

Panasonic hammered the table and laughed loudly: "I see, you baked Indian flying cakes and flew to India."

There was nowhere, and Liu was so angry that he stopped looking.

"Don't tell Aizawa that I baked pancakes."

"Okay hahaha..."

Almost at the same time as he got off work in the dream last night, Principal Nezu called Aizawa to the conference room and had a private talk about the Hero Association and the school.

Autumn nights are long, and it will be dark when I go home.

Looking at the apartment building that belongs to him from a distance, it is different from the darkness in the past, and there are lights on there.

Aizawa walked across the parking lot of the community, and the aunt behind him called him, he stopped, and in a blink of an eye, he saw that there was a vacant parking space that was always full.

Take a closer look and see that the parking space is not completely empty.On it is the back seat of a bicycle with four small wheels and a license plate drawn on cardboard. It is still a modified car.

Did Aizawa mention telling Liu Bie to put the back seat of the car on the desk, so he bought a parking space for the back seat of a bicycle?

"Mr. Aizawa." The neighbor came over to chat, "I see someone moved something to your house today."

"Yes." Thinking of Liu, Aizawa couldn't help smiling, "I'm married."

"Ah, that's great, I think so." The neighbor looked hesitant, "Let me say something more."

"what?"

"Be nice to your family and don't do anything if you have any problems."

"..."

The neighbor walked away, Aizawa was stunned for a long time, and finally figured out that the noise made by Matsushita last night caused the neighbor to misunderstand that he beat his wife and children. Let's find a chance to clarify it another day.

When he got home and opened the door, Aizawa suddenly had a hard time adapting, he should have said I'm back, he forgot.

"Welcome back."

Liu leaned back from the side of the sofa, winked at him as a greeting because he was playing a game, and then nestled back where he couldn't see.

The room is filled with the smell of food, Matsushita is sitting at the table, salivating and waiting for Aizawa to come back to start the meal, if Matsushita shaves his beard, it will not be like the veterans' dormitory, it will feel like a family of three.

During the meal, Liu prepared some wine. After the meal, with the strength of the wine, it was time for Matsushita to verify the results of the practice.

Holding the carrot as a microphone, Matsushita sang to Liu: "Daddy who will be strong in my life~ What can I do for you..."

The teammates in the single-row game are too pitiful, Liu Zheng is irritable: "Get lost."

Panasonic nimbly rolled away from Liu, and then slid to Aizawa who was washing dishes in the kitchen.

Matsushita sang emotionally under the staring eyes of Aizawa's dead fish eyes:

"Mom, mother in the candlelight, why did your eyes lose their brilliance~"

It is a good thing for a child to be lively and love music, and he should be encouraged and encouraged... Aizawa followed what he said in the parenting scriptures, and touched Panasonic's head hesitantly. Unexpectedly, his hands felt a little loose, and he accidentally grabbed the last of Panasonic. dignity.

Aizawa faced Matsushita's thinning hair, holding the wig in his hand, in a dilemma.

The singing stopped abruptly, and Liu came over to watch what was going on.

When Liu walked to the door of the kitchen, when Panasonic didn't relieve his embarrassment, a pie fell from the sky, covering Panasonic's head, miraculously covering the top of his shiny head.

"My cheesecake turned out to be stuck to the ceiling."

"As expected of you," Aizawa praised Liu without knowing it, "ceiling-level cooking skills."

Matsushita, who had suffered a catastrophe, didn't know what to say, but felt his head was cold.

☆、Chapter [-]

Aizawa opened the drawer on Liu's side.

The only thing worth noting is a pill box that cannot be seen whether it has been opened or not, with the words "Aripiprazole Tablets" and "Ao Pai" written on it.

The network is not very good in this area at night, Aizawa opened the mobile phone search engine, walked to the corner next to several boxes of books and sundries that had not yet been placed on the bookshelf, and flipped through them side by side.

Management, economics, literature, philosophy... At this time, the web search found that aripiprazole is used to treat schizophrenia, and it is also used for bipolar disorder.Fluoxetine only worked a decade ago.This box of books reminded Aizawa that the books he bought had arrived by mail.

When Aizawa bought it, he didn't expect Liu to live in it, and now he felt the words "Bipolar Disorder" on the cover and didn't know what to do with it. "Bipolar disorder is a genius disease, the price humans pay for wisdom and creativity." There is such a sentence on the front page of the book, and the author immediately denies this statement, but Aizawa somehow feels that it fits Liu's current situation.

"Studying my illness?"

Liu Qiao quietly came behind Aizawa. He was turning over the next page. Unfortunately, the pages of the new book were very sharp. He accidentally cut his hand, and a little blood leaked from the long and thin wound on the inside of the palm of his hand.

He didn't take it seriously, but he didn't expect Liu to hold his hand, lowered his head to bite it, and licked away the blood.

Before going to the bathroom, Liu casually took the clothes from the closet, and when he put them on, he realized that they belonged to Aizawa. Aizawa wanted to know that he was unintentional. Half of the top and bottom of this thin shirt were unbuttoned. Aizawa could see his collarbone and waist. Line, thin but not weak.

Liu tilted his head to look at him, only watching indifferently.Aizawa put his hands on his waist, Liu still didn't refuse, until he actually touched Liu, and stretched in from under the loose shirt, Liu was very obedient, as if accepting it calmly, but also as if he didn't care about the situation known.

No scars, nothing on the body he touched.Yesterday morning, Aizawa noticed that Liu, who often uses a gun, has no calluses on his hands, and there are no scars on his body when he is often injured.

He used death to erase every scar that should have been left. Is he really okay?

Liu lay down on the bed and looked at Aizawa from under the quilt: "Answer me a question."

"what is the problem?"

"What do you think of Senator Sugiyama, the favorite candidate for the election?"

"Compared to Miyano, his views on the power of individuality are too radical." Aizawa lay down next to Liu, "Maybe other countries secretly control the election, but he has the opportunity to compete for that position, and he is still No. 1."

"It's not surprising in this country."

"But Principal Nezu seems to like Sugiyama more."

While Aizawa was talking, Liu stuck to him and leaned his head against him, and he stopped talking.

"Are you free the afternoon after tomorrow?"

"what's up?"

At the sports festival the day after tomorrow, Aizawa has no class but has an important meeting, which is held in the backcourt of the sports festival, so it is difficult to avoid it.

"Certificate."

"available."

Aizawa seldom dreams, so he didn't sleep well that night, it can't be called tossing and turning, but he seemed to have gone through all the nightmares he had, especially the portrait and coffin dream.

In the morning, when he closed his eyes and waited for his eyes to become wet, he thought of the fifteen or sixteen years old in the portrait. He had just begun to study heroes, funerals and coffins. These simple line drawings made him coincide with a person.

The warm water that slipped through his eyes cut off his thoughts, and he opened his eyes: "How do you know I'm awake?"

Liu remained silent, yawned, bared her sharp teeth, and walked away slowly.

He didn't mention Aizawa but thought of it, he was just watching and caring, but he didn't know which point was more important.

After taking the eye drops, he noticed that there was an extra glass of honey water on the bedside compared to yesterday.In fact, Aizawa was ready for Liu Zhu to come in and start nanny mode by himself. Unexpectedly, the situation was the opposite. When he walked out of the bathroom, the room was spotless. The breakfast was on the dining table, and the flowers in the vase on the dining table were in season. Dirty clothes.

"Well, you can save some housework for me."

Liu was not polite to him: "I have a 3-minute fever and intermittent cleanliness, it will be fine after a while."

"..."

Aizawa was going to have breakfast when he saw the headline of this morning newspaper on the coffee table.

Two heroes in Lin City were assassinated, and the perpetrator was Stein, a habitual criminal known as a hero killer.

The dirty clothes were all in the basket, and Liu still felt that something was missing, so she came to Aizawa and saw him frowning as he read the report carefully.

"Notable?"

"Different from ordinary villains, he claims that some of the heroes in this hero-filled society are counterfeit, and he wants to change society in this way."

"Ah."

"You don't agree?"

"Today's heroes are all products of the industry. They are not heroes at all. How can they be fakes?"

"I'm fine with being a part of it, but your line of work isn't much better than the hero line of business."

The two started attacking each other's careers.

"I didn't say how good we are. I admit that there is a lot of mess in the industry. Some people have bad personalities, but they are all lazy and stupid bastards who were whipped and ran away."

"..." Generally speaking, someone who scolds so harshly must have been a police officer for more than five years.

"However, most of the colleagues around me have served the boss and dealt with troublesome people since I started my career. Red tape, no money and less leisure, and thankless work. Of course, it is not much better than professional English, but it is bad and straightforward, almost The whole society persuades you to quit the police academy. If you don’t want to eat this kind of food, you can just leave your job and find another way to make a living. No one has to spend the rest of his life doing things he doesn’t want to do. If you are not smart or hardworking and want to enter this industry, you are fed up with the society. I don’t want others to suffer the same hardships, I hope there will be more people like myself, and the society and system will be better.”

"To describe it this way, it's also a dish. You guys are home-cooked dishes that don't look good and are cooked overnight in hot weather. You can barely eat enough to satisfy your hunger. We are chefs who have just come out of the pan with exquisite smell and attractive smell. The food additives exceed the standard...then you What do you think of Stein's beliefs?"

"You appreciate him."

"Not really." Aizawa put down the newspaper, leaned back on the sofa back with a sigh, "Although this approach should be wrong, his point of view is not unreasonable."

"A criminal who flaunts his convictions."

Aizawa refuted Liu's crude and superficial classification: "His belief is true, and society may need such a person to appear."

"Then his behavior since he appeared, is he trying to frustrate the hero, or become the hero who frustrates the hero." Liu decided to be the goose who won to the end.

"What do you mean?"

"I said that Stein, the hero killer, is another just person who is restricted by the public and the media." Liu said that justice cannot be achieved by individuals.

Aizawa understood the words for a moment, but was speechless.

"If you have thought deeply about what justice is, why people want justice, and where the root of justice is based, you should know that there is no such thing as an enemy as advertised in textbooks. However, Stein killed and injured people and disrupted social order." Liu slowly said in his words He said in a slow tone without a trace of anger, "What's more, the enemies that should be attacked are not ordinary heroes who want to be heroes even if they are powerless, or star heroes who enjoy the spotlight, but the flaws in the social system and the general public who are entertained to death. .”

These words opened up a corner of Aizawa's mind that didn't make sense, and he was amazed by his deep thinking. He didn't look at Kant, Routh, Raws, and Marx for nothing.

"Real change must be ruthless from the root, otherwise, like Stein, he will not touch the core and hurt the innocent. He destroyed not only the kind heroes who worked hard to save people, but also the countless families behind them."

Liu understands the psychology of people who worship this kind of murderer, and doesn't understand the meaning of worshiping such a murderer.

"This era needs more tasteful criminals."

Aizawa narrowed his eyes, looking up at him.

"So what are you doing by pulling my clothes?"

"Oh." Liu let go, and Aizawa's clothes bounced back, "I want to see if I need to wash it, but I didn't expect the elasticity to be so good."

Aizawa pulled up his body with both hands and put on the black long sleeves just now when he got up, and stretched out two right angles without any effort...the elasticity is good.

"I'll just say it."

Because the discovery was recognized, Liu smiled brightly, but suddenly remembered the original purpose, black clothes can't be seen, so you have to smell it.

The bored Aizawa felt that it could be stretched wider, not just himself. Some kind of fluffy and not small thing came up from the two right angles, stretching the clothes to the width of two people at once.

Sneaking under Aizawa's clothes like an animal, against his skin, Ryu put her hands on his shoulders and put her face behind to sniff.He smiled and patted Liu on the back: "Why..."

"It would be great if we were brothers."

Aizawa tilted his head and leaned against Liu's side neck: "Does it mean that it would be better not to have this kind of relationship with me anymore?"

Fluffy's head moved, probably shaking his head, making it impossible for people to figure out if he didn't know or didn't know.

This one doesn't need to be washed.He came to a conclusion, but because of the comfortable position surrounded by Aizawa, Liu maintained his posture without moving.

"Principal Nezu hired another professional hero to be his physics teacher. I have fewer classes. What do I want to eat? I have time to do all the trouble."

"Anything is fine."

Aizawa has nothing against food or the status quo, except for the funny shapes of his stretchy clothes.

When Aizawa went to work, Matsushita, who slept until he woke up naturally, came out of the room.

Then he non-stop started health-preserving plans, such as soaking wolfberry in water, washing hair with ginger, and soaking feet with traditional Chinese medicine.

Aizawa didn't stop until he got off work at night. He sat on a small bench with a footbath and put his feet in it, only to realize that he forgot to add hot water. Looking around, Liu was playing a game, and he deliberately used the computer for convenience and could not be disturbed.

What is gratifying is that Aizawa came to work, came out to see him and proposed: "Will you heat the water?"

Matsushita nodded to Aizawa: "Excuse me, hot water—"

"It's cold." Liu pushed the keyboard away after finishing the game.

"You lost the game?" Aizawa asked.

Liu nodded with a smile.

"Then why are you so happy?"

"I killed all three pig teammates."

"I'm on a mission." Aizawa glanced at the clock, "Don't leave the light on."

"Okay." Liu waved goodbye to him, "Be careful."

The only parent who loved the child left, and the unusually conscious Matsushita grinned and soaked his feet in cold water.

"I didn't complain about working overtime in the middle of the night. Mom seems to be in a particularly good mood today. What happened?"

"I told him to get the certificate tomorrow."

"Yo," Matsushita praised, "I guess you're the kind of bastard who knows you'll never return, and tells the girl to marry you when you come back before going to the battlefield."

Liu is in front of the computer, ready to start another round to win back the fallen star.

"If you have the time to play this, you might as well play a reasoning game. Maybe it will help you crack the secret room."

"It broke early."

"whispering sound."

Song went down and poured out the footwashing water. When he came back, the game interface was not opened, and Liu was listening to something with headphones on.

"To be precise, when will we solve the case and find the murderer?"

Liu didn't turn his head back: "The other party has a special identity, there is no evidence, so we have to wait."

"..." Wasn't it a joke just now?

☆、Thirty chapters

"Aizawa, you and All Might are the only people I trust."

When I saw Nezu near two o'clock in the morning after finishing the mission, Aizawa realized that what Nezu was talking about was the same thing he discussed with himself and All Might alone yesterday.

There are spies within Xiongying, and they will not tell other high-level officials in the school unless the matter is unsustainable, but it is not far away to continue to develop.

"There are no monitoring devices anywhere in the school, and there is no sign of the network system being invaded, but the many secret operations planned have been seen and accurately prevented, which may include the operation I temporarily arranged for you tonight."

Nezu and Aizawa left the secretly blocked scene, and walked on the sidewalk where there were few vehicles at night and there was a constant stream of vehicles. Although there were cars coming and going, there were only iron machines speeding past without stopping.

"Did you find out?"

Reminiscing about the unfinished business just now, the enemy is a new local gangster who has never caused excessive violence, even making people who don’t know them feel that they are a regular company operating legally, but secretly they are more active than the port mafia, Every vote is closely related to the domestic situation in this sensitive period, and it is simply suspected that it is an intelligence and espionage organization deployed by a certain force here.

Nezu knew better than him above, and based on what he saw tonight, Aizawa said: "The arrangement at the scene looks like no one has ever been active. I speculate that the enemy does have inside information. When we were notified and arrived, they retreated in an orderly and disciplined manner. "

"Organized and disciplined, the person hiding among us is hard to find."

"It's useless to find spies without rooting them out." Aizawa was walking on the outside of the road. When walking, his satchel was not as loose as before. It was Liu Zi who helped him repair and adjust it last time. "Where did this organization with a background come from?" from?"

"I have some clues about the origin of this organization. It's longer than you think. It has always been low-key and has no interest in our hero guild. Recently, it has been caught in a battle with the local mafia and has shown signs of expansion. We have to pay attention to it."

Aizawa hesitated about the meaning of Nezu's words: "The Heroes Guild is still going through this muddy water?"

This group of gangsters was entangled with the current situation, and Nejin took many actions to try to deal with them. The Hero Guild represented by Nezu was indirectly related to the chaos of the current situation.

"I have my measure."

Aizawa's participation in Nezu's decision-making is not high, and he is responsible for execution and completion. Nezu's considerations often take the overall situation into account and have far-reaching foresight.

"Your family doesn't come to work without class?"

After Xu Shi finished talking about the business, Nezu teased Aizawa.

"He was hit by students."

"What happened after that?" Nezu glanced at the satchel on Aizawa's waist, "You seem to have used his lesson plan folder, and you have a good relationship."

"Planning to get married."

Talking as if he didn't realize it, Aizawa was thinking, Nezu might have changed his tone of voice to make people relax.

"How does the principal feel about Liu?"

"cunning."

Aizawa smiled: "Which aspect?"

"Layers of camouflage that cannot be dissected." Nezu thought about the metaphor, "The state of him in front of me seems to have just fallen from an environment that cannot be ignored into a deep pool full of relaxing miasma."

Aizawa stared thoughtfully at the faint light in the sky, and Nezu added: "Maybe I'm afraid that I will catch him and come back to be a hero."

He said this jokingly, but Nezu personally thought that the kind of calm and vigilance that Liu rarely showed to others was different from his indifferent and easy-going attitude towards the people around him. Possibility of career advancement and public appearances.

The next day after moving in, Panasonic instinctively checked the house and the surrounding neighbors. Just like Liu chose, she was sure that this place was suitable for hiding, and it was not inconvenient to talk about it.

After hearing the news, Matsushita walked up to where Liu was, glanced vigilantly over the window, and then calmly asked in a low voice.

"How do you know? Terrorist or gang revenge?"

Liu quietly sat on the armchair, wearing a Bluetooth headset, looking at the game interface as if thinking about something.

Panasonic waited for a long time, and after Liu exited the game interface, he operated a few times, the code on the screen jumped and flickered, and finally froze on the video that seemed to be surveillance content.

In the picture, the concrete floor, the walls and ceiling with simple decoration, the dust flying in the wide space, the assembly line to transport money, a long table of brand-new banknotes, a dirty money counter on each table, and the swift-moving female bookkeeper and money-moving man Workers, strong-bodied thugs patrol.

"Mafia money transfer factory... How much does it cost?"

"We still have to meet the opponent's shrinking scale."

"If you're talking about the port mafia, where are their local rivals?"

"The emerging gangsters that appeared five months ago, because of their relationship with the higher-ups, the company and industry are regular, and they acted cautiously. They didn't gain the upper hand for too long. The two groups are as incompatible as the police department and the leaders of the police department."

"You know too well."

"The only teammate who didn't cheat in the round just now was the one I ran into when I went to the police station's specific dangerous designated violence group surveillance warehouse."

There are a lot of information and slots.

"Remember the mule I mentioned?"

"I have an impression."

"He took the money from the gangsters to elope with his lover who was also an accountant for the gangsters, to get out of the sea of ​​suffering and start a new life. On the day he got the money, he went to the station where he left to find his hidden lover. She—"

"Dead." Matsushita guessed the ending, "It's not easy to get away from the gang."

"The evidence at the scene pointed to him, so the police wanted him for murdering his lover. The villain was caught, and the story ended." Liu said slowly and plainly, "The dead accountant's mother was an arms dealer. She helped me a lot in finding out these secrets. , we also played the same game and added friends to the game.”

"You say these are related to the case?"

"If you say yes, you have it, and if you say no, you don't."

"So the murderer is indeed the port mafia!"

Even though Matsushita's rant shook his head, Yoo told him.

"The first person to break through the door at the crime scene is the murderer."

He dug out the restored crime scene model from under a pile of electronic files.

"The whole room is symmetrical around the bed. The murderer stepped on it and prepared the same door with a latch. The debt collector outside the door left. The two people inside the door got high. He took the opportunity to unscrew the iron wire that sealed the door. There are two nail holes with the same width and height on the wall opposite the door, he probably nailed the fake door prepared in advance, strangled the man while the woman was unconscious, and stuffed it into the bedside cabinet."

Liu stopped speaking at a slightly faster speed, pointed to the broken cabinet next to the bed on the screen, which was big enough for one person, and typed a few more times on the keyboard, and the layout of the room changed.

"There is not much furniture, the murderer moved the bed, cabinet and clock, and then he waited for the woman to wake up for a short time, and with a similar figure, he played the dead in the dark, closed the false door in front of her, said that he would commit suicide, and then... ..."

"Wait," Matsushita asked, "Let's not talk about who is that woman providing sexual services to, the murderer really thinks she hanged herself in the face?"

"It is said that the woman was awake for a short time, and it happened that she was about to fall asleep and the clock struck." Liu nodded to the clock by the fake door, "This old-fashioned clock opens the glass