After COS real people crossed, they tried to cover their vests to save their lives

"I'm Genichiro."

Capturing the confusion that flashed in the eyes of the young man, the resolute boy explained it this way.

Daoist was even more confused, looked him up and down, felt more and more that he had nothing in common with him, and should not be related by blood.

It was the boy's companion who exploded first.

"What! Vice Minister Sanada's little uncle?!"

The dark-green curly-haired boy's eyes became hot. As soon as he leaned forward to gossip, he felt the piercing hot gaze behind him. Fortunately, he didn't do anything directly because there were other people present to save face. up.

Responding a little sluggishly for half a second, Masato had an impression of the name "Sanada Genichiro".

When the organization asked him to act as his vest "Hatomi Sanada", it was mentioned in the information given to him that the system had previously sent him the relationship of the relevant characters.

I thought I had no chance to meet each other before, so I didn't look carefully at all. There is no one-to-one correspondence between the name of the specific relationship and the face. Now open the light screen folder to find keywords, and click on the pop-up character introduction.

【Sanada Genichiro】

[Sanada Shunsuke's second son, at the age of 14, he attended Likai University's affiliated junior high school. 】

The face in the photo can also be matched, and it is indeed so precocious.

Sanada Shunsuke is the eldest brother of Sanada xx, the eldest son of Sanada Genemon, who also did not inherit his father's mantle and went another way, serving as a national civil servant and entering politics.

I flipped through the photos of other members of the Sanada family. They have strong genes and almost the same tough guy style. They can be 1.8 meters tall, with healthy and dark complexion and strong physique.

The real person remembered the height he measured during the last physical examination, and the self-comfort was not much worse. He turned off the facial paralysis program, looked up and smiled at the boy.

"I remember you, Genichiro."

"Sit down and talk about what happened."

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Sanada xx broke off contact with the Sanada family seven years ago. At that time, Genichiro Sanada was still young, so the impression should not be very deep. In addition, the revision and fusion of memories does not have to worry about how to get along.

It's hard for him to recognize it at a glance, maybe he has seen a recent photo.

Several people introduced themselves respectively.

The missing one was Yukimura Natsuki, the younger sister of their head of the tennis department. She was only six or seven years old this year and was also in elementary school. When she left home the afternoon before yesterday, Yukimura's mother thought she was going to play in the yard. That child was usually very well-behaved and sensible.

Unexpectedly, when she was ready to bring something to her son who was in the hospital, she couldn't get a response when she called for her name. She hurriedly searched and found that the lock of the courtyard door was unlocked, leaving only the carefully painted white-painted iron door half-closed.

A report has been made, but the police seem to have found no useful leads.

And some pessimistically told them to be mentally prepared, the child is likely to have entered an area that should not be, and may have been killed or abducted.

Putting away the photos of two little girls on the table and the map of Yokohama, the group decided to go to Minister Yukimura Seichi's house first to investigate where the child might go.

A group of people drove two cars, and the real person took the initiative to drive Toru Amuro, who hadn't really had much rest last night, to squint for a while. He cursed that he didn't need to sleep, and his mental state recovered quickly.

The real person also carried his old nephew and a squint-eyed boy named Liu Lianer. The latter saw that he was operating smoothly and skillfully, driving the car so steadily that he could barely feel the bumps, so he asked his age cryptically.

"When did Mr. Sanada get his driver's license?"

"..."

To be honest, he hasn't passed the test yet, and the one he is using now is fake.

"It's been a few years." Zhenren passed vaguely.

"Don't look at me young, I'm 26 this year."

"It's 27."

Suddenly, the same ancestral deep and deep voice from the back seat interrupted the correction.

The real person blinked.

He saw Genichiro Sanada with a serious face through the rearview mirror of the car, and said seriously: "Last week was your birthday."

"...That's right." The real man pursed his lips.

The strange yet familiar street scene ahead was reflected in his eyes, "I almost forgot."

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After arriving at Yukimura's house, after investigating Natsuki's room, the detective easily deduced that the child took all his pocket money to find his elder brother who was sick and hospitalized.

However, due to being struck by lightning some time ago, the nearby monitoring system was severely damaged and there was no time to repair it, so it was impossible to confirm her subsequent whereabouts.The police have already checked the monitoring of the relevant station areas where she might go, but they have found nothing.

The likelihood of being abducted or even killed increases over time.

Afterwards, Toru Amuro did not participate in the investigation, and he suggested that there were still things to do and left.

Zhenzhen knew that he was going to start with other aspects, such as the supply of goods. The second line of response to the black organization was the relatively large human trafficking force in Yokohama. He had just seen Toru Amuro taking photos of the missing girl.

"If Caiyue is going to see her brother, she should bring a gift, right?"

Yukimura's mother replied that there was nothing missing at home, and Masato pondered for a second and asked, "Where is the shopping street where you take her most often, and what does your son Yukimura Seichi like?"

"Besides tennis, it's gardening and painting."

Yukimura's mother wiped away the tears from the corners of her eyes guiltily, blaming herself extremely: "If I had paid more attention then, Caiyue wouldn't have..."

If the object is a man, he will reach out and pat his back, and the real person will stand straight and speak comfortingly.

"Don't worry, we'll bring that kid back."

Several people went to relevant shops in multiple ways to inquire, and finally got a clue in a flower shop.

The shopkeeper recognized the photo immediately after seeing it, and couldn't help but laugh, "This little girl, she bought a flower pot filled with soil."

"Then do you know where she went after that?"

"I'm not sure about this, but there are surveillance cameras installed at the entrances of many nearby stores. You can go and ask. The general direction should be to the east."

After thanking them, they talked to Kogoro Mori to synchronize the information, and then walked into a grocery store not far from the door where the surveillance camera was prominently positioned and had a wide shooting range.

The boss was sitting very leisurely behind the cashier, drinking some wine with marinated sashimi, when he heard Liu Lianer come up and asked, "Can we see the footage captured by the surveillance camera at the door the night before yesterday?" Finally, he waved his hands like chasing flies without even raising his eyelids.

"Go, you're not busy."

The two teenagers looked at the grocery store owner who was smelling bad and had a nose ring and dyed hair, and frowned. Although they were annoyed, they had no experience in dealing with such situations.

The stalemate didn't last long. I knew that I would encounter this kind of disobedience. When I entered the store, the real person who was a step behind finally found the pocket in which compartment. His face in Tokyo is the best proof that he has no chance to use it. I thought I forgot to bring it.

"Police, please cooperate."

The Japanese police representative cherry blossom logo is printed in gold letters on a black background, which is undoubtedly authentic.

The owner of the grocery store was taken aback for a moment, but finally he condescended to look at it, stared at the ID for a while, patted his chest and sneered.

"You kid, do you know who owns my shop!"

The young man with blue hair and ponytail looked indifferent and impersonal, but he was curious: "I don't know, who is it?"

The owner of the grocery store stood up shyly, taking advantage of his height to look down on him, and crossed the counter to trim the collar of the strange plainclothes policeman. He thought it was oppressive, and called out several names in succession.

Then he said: "How is it, do you know each other?"

The blue-haired young man suddenly raised his hand and firmly grasped his wrist. The grocery store owner's face became grim with pain. Looking closely, it turned out that the young man was exerting force to twist his controlled wrist.

"How dare you—"

The real person didn't give the owner of the grocery store a chance to recover from the pain and fight back, so he just moved forward in this posture, grabbed his shoulders and back, and passed the other party who had already knocked over the wine glass with most of his body lying on the cash register The shoulder fell completely pulled out and smashed.

After becoming a policeman, he took off the gun from the back and handcuffed his hands behind his back.

"I don't know him, so I can only ask you to help identify him."

The two teenagers looked at the ground and struggled a little with their physical instincts. The boss, who hadn't come to his senses, couldn't quite understand what was going on.

"Xianichiro, your uncle is a policeman?"

"……Um."

Sanada Genichiro didn't know it at first, but the real person showed his police ID just now, and he could recognize it as real.

In fact, the real person is not sure what crimes the people who have been arrested by him on the ground have committed. In short, listening to cursing and muttering in the shelves will definitely not clean them, so he simply tied them up to check and monitor.

He went around behind the counter and turned on the computer.

At this time, someone walked into the commotion and caused a lot of people outside not to pay attention. It didn't look like a store that would be used as a shopping choice.

Immediately afterwards, Genichiro Sanada said in surprise:

"grandfather?"

"Well, what happened here."

The real person looked up and saw an old man with white hair and beard.

He almost called grandpa.