I became a super detective after commenting on spoilers

Tsukishiro Reiji did not talk to Rena Mizumu, but only encrypted the news of "You have a transmitter" to the other party.

Seeing Rena Mizushima's pupils startled slightly, and after confirming that she had received the news, Reiji Tsukishiro left in peace.

As long as the father and daughter of the church don't rashly introduce new liaison officers under the noses of the organization, the tragedy will not happen.

As mentioned earlier in the comments, Gin seems to be responsible for dealing with traitors within the organization?

What a model workforce.Tsukishiro Reiji sighed.

[Keele texts Ethan Bentang that the operation is cancelled?What did she suddenly know? !

#1: The camera didn't show it, but Rena Mizumu looked out of the camera for two or three seconds.

#2: I took a screenshot to zoom in on Kiel's pupils, this figure...is really a little detective!

#3: Hiss—looked at it with a microscope upstairs, admiration. ]

[Tsukishiro Reiji doubles again and knows? !Folks, I'm in for a big shocker.

#1: I see, the reset version is the solo show of the little detective, right?

#2: It’s clearly a history of love (the dog’s head holds a rose)]

[Song Tian quickly takes the baby, and then broadcasts the shy things to us hehe.

#1: No, Matsuda isn't in the mainline, can't be seen at all, put Bourbon on! ]

Seeing that the comment mentioned that Rena Mizumu canceled the action, Reiji Tsukishiro felt relieved.

He continued to ask Matsuda Jinpei: "Jinpei, what's for dinner?"

"As you like." Tsukishiro Reiji's movement of transmitting the signal was concealed, and the specific information could not be seen from Matsuda Jinpei's direction.

He glanced at the hostess of the live broadcast from the corner of his eye, and the other party was also related to that criminal organization?

"Do you need help?" Matsuda Jinping asked cryptically.

Reiji Tsukishiro shook his head, "It's resolved."

It's almost seven o'clock after dinner, early winter, there are two temperatures with the sun and without the sun.

The wind blew on Reiji Tsukishiro's face, and his cheeks were a little red.

I knew I should add a jacket.Tsukishiro Reiji thought helplessly.

"Cold?" Matsuda Jinping saw his fingers curled up, his knuckles were red.

"A little bit." Tsukishiro Reiji glanced at Matsuda Jinhei, who only put on a jacket over his shirt, and couldn't tell the slightest bit of chill.

And if the weather gets colder, I'm afraid I will have to put a heating pad under the manuscript paper.

Before Tsukishiro Reiji, Matsuda Jinpei's friends were all ruthless people who dared to wear short sleeves in winter. He never knew that a stubborn person would make him feel...cute.

The two walked side by side, and Matsuda Jinpei could touch Tsukishiro Reiji's cold fingertips just by reaching out a little.

Matsuda Jinpei simply took Tsukishiro Reiji's hand and stuffed it into his jacket pocket.

Tsukishiro Reiji wanted to pull it out, but Matsuda Jinpei gave him a strange sideways look: "Isn't it cold?"

The fingertips moved slightly, the lining of the jacket was not thick, and the shirt was even thinner. It seemed that Reiji Tsukishiro directly touched the strong and firm abdominal muscles of Matsuda Jinhei's waist.

His hands were firmly held, and the heat from his waist continued to flow, making him warm up all of a sudden.

"Hmm," Reiji Tsukishiro hesitated, unable to find a rebuttal for a while.

Is he too sensitive?

After sending the man home, Matsuda Zhenping didn't say much, and told him, "Don't stay up late, pay attention to your work and rest."

Tsukishiro Reiji nodded, feeling relieved.

They seemed to be back on the boundary of being just friends again.

The next day, Rena Minzumu came to Keio University to look for him.Of course, not a special trip here.

That's too conspicuous, after all, young people are always on the organization's warning list.

"Professor Yamashita had an interview, and the colleague in charge went to the hospital with acute gastroenteritis, so I ran for him." Rena Mizumura explained.

[Congratulations to the undercover agent with shocked pupils~]

[So how did you get acute gastroenteritis? ]

This is also the question of Tsukishiro Reiji.

How could it be such a coincidence that Rena Mizumu wanted to see him, and the reporter in charge of Keio University's interview had acute gastroenteritis?

As expected of an undercover agent, he can arrange everything seamlessly.Tsukishiro Reiji admired secretly.

"Thank you very much for your reminder." Rena Mizumu sincerely thanked her.

Leaving aside whether Reiji Tsukishiro's news is correct or not, at least the CIA is not as monolithic as they thought it was.

After canceling the meeting, Rena Mizumus went to the bathroom to check, and sure enough, there was a letter transmitter hidden under the collar of the organization.

In an instant, she was terrified. She couldn't imagine what would happen if she really met her father wearing a transmitter.

The best result is to save her.

She later got the news that Gin was in Japan.

Rena Mizumu realized that Tsukishiro Reiji had already grasped her identity as an undercover agent, so she made a reminder.

Wait, aren't those seemingly coincidental events all under the control of Tsukishiro Reiji?

She remembered the last blood draw when she was near death, and suddenly realized that Reiji Tsukishiro might have gotten into a taxi on purpose!

for what?Was she working undercover? !

Rena Mizumu clenched her fist unconsciously, until this moment, she didn't really understand Reiji Tsukishiro.

Seeing the tip of the iceberg that the other party is carrying, in contrast, the entire CIA's work is like playing house, and it depends on the other party's reminder.

"Excuse me—" Thinking that he almost killed Tsukishiro Reiji with his own hands, layers of guilt surged up, almost drowning Mizuru Rena.

And she even wanted to get more news from Yuecheng Reiji.

"Do you know," my undercover identity?

"Undercover? I know." Tsukishiro Reiji didn't predict her imagining, but felt that the plane of Minzumu Rena was too hesitant.

Is it the other party's evasion of the word "undercover" engraved in his bones?

As relieved.

Hondo Eikai breathed a sigh of relief, the young man really knew.

"I'm very sorry. I'm afraid I will have to report your information to the CIA."

Rena Mizumu had no choice, "If you don't mind, I will try to obscure the specific information." Although it is not allowed in principle.

Tsukishiro Reiji expressed his understanding, working undercover.

"Don't be vague, the FBI already has my information." He said bluntly.

Akai Shuichi is not like Minzumu Rena, he will discuss with you.

I am afraid that on the day the three undercover identities were revealed, his news was sent back to the FBI.

What did she hear?Rena Mizumu doubted her ears.

"FBI?" she repeated.

"Yes, Rye is an undercover agent of the FBI." Tsukishiro Reiji wondered, they were all undercover agents who sneaked into the winery from the United States. Don't colleagues know each other's identities?

Reina Mizumura's eyelids couldn't stop twitching, so that guy with a ruthless style and a stinking face all day long is an undercover agent of the FBI? !

"Does he know my identity?" Shui Wurenai couldn't help asking.

She and Rye had been on a mission together, and it was not a pleasant one.

"I don't know." Tsukishiro Reiji was helpless, he didn't even know inside yourselves, and he didn't tell Akai Shuichi.

Mizuruna sneered in her heart, the FBI didn't cooperate with the CIA in response to the actions of international terrorist organizations?Obviously, the main function of the FBI is within the country.

She just reported this to the CIA.Rena Mizumura thought.

"It's time." Rena Mizumu came to see Reiji Tsukishiro during the break, and it was strange to leave for too long.

"Goodbye." Tsukishiro Reiji said.

"Protect yourself." Shui Wuliannai couldn't help exhorting.

There is no need to risk yourself in order to be an undercover agent for a disaster that can be avoided.

"...Okay." Tsukishiro Reiji always felt that Rena Mizumus was thinking of something weird.

Towards the end of the year, Tsukishiro Reiji received a text message from Maeno editor, saying that the publishing house has the intention to animate "Detective Melles", and is currently preparing for an animation plan.

Fast forward to Christmas, and serial killers and wineries seem to have quieted down a bit.

Matsuda Jinpei finally stopped spinning, and Tsukishiro Reiji hadn't seen comments for a long time.

"I'm about to get promoted." Matsuda Jinpei said with a smile on Christmas Eve.

The two are shopping for Christmas presents.

One of them was busy researching the project, and the other had just closed the case. When they came back to their senses, it was Christmas the next day, but they hadn't bought any gifts yet.

I had no choice but to go out temporarily to go shopping and hold Buddha's feet.

"When?" Tsukishiro Reiji asked pleasantly, Matsuda Jinpei's promotion speed was faster than riding a rocket.

This re-promotion is the police department supplement, that is, the deputy police department.

According to the regulations of the Japanese Police Agency, promotion must pass the qualification examination for promotion.

"Don't stay up late to review like last time, start preparing in advance, and I will supervise you." Tsukishiro Reiji said seriously.

"Don't worry, there is a case that may be handed over. If you don't hand it over, you can prepare for the exam and procedures immediately." Matsuda Jinpei said.

"Wouldn't it be possible to beat up the director of the Metropolitan Police Department soon?" Tsukishiro Reiji stroked his chin.

Matsuda raised his eyebrows and joked, "Maybe we met in the corridor on the first day of promotion?"

"No, no, no," Tsukishiro Reiji shook his head imagining how Matsuda Jinhei would fight the director, "I will be demoted, because I don't respect my superiors or something."

Matsuda Jinhei chuckled, and suddenly he remembered, "By the way, the analyst Inabata and the female elephant that I mentioned last time...they really used that kind of machine to solve the case."

"It is said that a serial killer was found to enter the subconscious of the prisoner." Matsuda Jinping thought for a while, "It can be regarded as waste utilization."

"Waste utilization." Tsukishiro Reiji felt that his metaphor was very accurate.

"In a moment we—"

Didi Didi, a rapid beep.

"Sorry." Matsuda Jinpei frowned slightly, and glanced at the text message, "The case has been handed over to us."

"Urgent?" Seeing Matsuda Jinpei handing over the shopping bag that he was carrying, Tsukishiro Reiji immediately understood the seriousness of the matter, "Do you have to leave now?"

"Well, it's the case of the gravediggers. The third live broadcast has announced that it will be ten o'clock tomorrow morning." Matsuda Zhenping frowned more and more, "It just happens to be stuck at Christmas."

This case was originally responsible for the investigation of the fifth department, but after two victims, the investigation of the fifth department could not find any clues.

It happened that the third department with a higher detection rate was free to close the case, so the Metropolitan Police Department immediately handed over the case to the third department, that is, Matsuda Jinpei.

"Something's wrong," Matsuda Jinpei quickly browsed through the information, and said in confusion, "The analyst at the well did not detect the murderer's murderous particles."

How can there be a murderer who kills without a trace of killing intent?Does it kill with love?

Seeing that Reiji Tsukishiro had never heard of the "Live Buried Live", Matsuda Jinhei explained: "You can find the live broadcast online, sorry, I'm going back to the police station first."

Tsukishiro Reiji nodded. He was busy with the summary report of the research project during this time, and rarely surfed the Internet. He didn't download extra software on his mobile phone, and he couldn't receive news push.

He was not in a hurry to go home and bought all the Christmas presents first.

At the bus station, while waiting for the bus, he searched for "gravedigger/buried alive", and the first of two videos that lasted dozens of hours was searched.

Yuecheng Reiji paused, but didn't dare to open it.

On the cover of the video, the first victim is a female high school student with a good face and big and bright eyes; the second victim is a thin boy with a feminine appearance and a more depressed personality than the lively female high school students .

The background is dark, and the victim's back is... wood plank from the texture.

Coupled with dozens of disappearing live broadcast hours, the police station has no way to determine the source of the signal. The prisoner is very likely to be proficient in communication technology, and there is no other information.

Because of this case, the Metropolitan Police Department was once again pushed to the forefront.

Various titles such as "incompetent policeman" and "citizen thief who wasted tax money" were pressed on the head of the Tokyo Metropolitan Police Department by large and small newspapers.

If the case cannot be solved as soon as possible, the prestige of the Tokyo Metropolitan Police Department will be greatly affected.

"Please, can I take a group photo?" A submissive voice came from the side.

If Tsukishiro Reiji hadn't glanced sideways and found that the man wearing a mask was staring at him, he might have ignored the voice.

"Sorry." Tsukishiro Reiji frowned, and the man's straight eyes gave him a very offensive feeling.

The man's eyes dimmed, and he said in a rambling manner: "I'm a photographer, and I'm shooting a set of Christmas-themed films. Your appearance fits the theme very well, like a sharp hexagonal snowflake cutting your cheek..."

The man suddenly realized his gaffe, he took out his wallet, and took out a large crumpled banknote with dark red stains on it.

Tsukishiro Reiji glanced at it, it was wine stains.

"Please, Christmas is over tomorrow. I really can't find someone more suitable than you. I guarantee that your photos will not appear on any website or exhibition."

The man drooped his eyebrows, and begged Tsukishiro Reiji with his palms together pitifully.

"...I can only take one picture." Hearing this, the man excitedly stuffed the banknotes at him.

Reiji Tsukishiro quickly handed it back, "No payment."

The man raised his eyebrows unexpectedly, and then became more cheerful, "I really don't know how to thank you."

Click.

There really is only one.

"Do you want to see the photo?" The man said and moved over.

In the photo, in the middle of the colorful street lamps, the silver-haired young man had cold brows and eyes, and his facial features contrasted with a bit of magnificence.

Tsukishiro Reiji took a look, and it was indeed better than himself in the mirror.

During the interruption, Tsukishiro Reiji missed the last train.

Fortunately, the apartment is not far from here, and it takes only 10 minutes to walk.

Out of the corner of his eye, he saw men still looking for suitable photographic materials on the street, and the targets were all handsome and beautiful men and women without exception.

Far away from the business district, the atmosphere of Christmas suddenly faded.

The street lamps were lit one by one, shining white on the snow blindingly.

"Sir, you haven't taken the photo yet!"

It was the photographer's voice. Reiji Tsukishiro just wanted to reply that he didn't want photos, but turned around and covered his mouth and nose with a high concentration of inhaled anesthetic.

Works of art, particles without killing intent, live burial—"It's you..." Gravedigger.

Tsukishiro Reiji elbowed the man's abdomen hard, the photographer grunted in pain, but clung to him like an octopus.

The dizziness got worse.

Until the man committed the crime, Reiji Tsukishiro didn't detect a trace of malice from the man, no wonder Jinghata didn't detect the murderous particles.

He hates art lunatics, Tsukishiro thought as he passed out.

"You will definitely become the most perfect work of art." The man whispered in Tsukishiro Reiji's ear, abnormal and fanatical.