What to do with the brother who likes his classmates from the police academy

Feng took the information and left to search the fourth class. After returning to the rented house, he launched the Ducati that he hadn't seen for a long time.

Gently shaking off the fine dust inside the helmet, she was thankful that it had been covered with a rain cloth, and she could go on the road without much cleaning.

"Is Mrs. Shimada inside?"

Through the rectangular glass window of the ward, Feng glanced at the nameplate at the door of the ward with Shimada's name on it, and she was just eight months pregnant.

"That's right," a young lady with a pregnant belly showed her the way, "but she's been in a bad mood these past few days, and she's going to give birth in a while... But, hey."

"Thank you for your help," Feng smiled at her, "I hope you and the baby in your belly are safe and sound."

When the door of the ward was pushed open, a slight creaking sound attracted the attention of the people inside.

Feng didn't come in to visit according to the normal procedure, but—who told her to be a medical student at Dongdu University, it's still possible to find an acquaintance to sneak in.

The classmate who injected the mice to death together is now an intern.

When she turned her head, Feng couldn't help being stunned for a moment.

What cannot be described by information and words is Mrs. Shimada's outstanding beauty. Even though she has seen many beauties, Feng has to admit that Mrs. Shimada at this moment has a charm that those young girls cannot imitate.

Even a slightly swollen face cannot be concealed.

She has long, pitch-black hair tied in a bun by her ears, and her eyelashes are thick and thick. Looking at her in an ordinary way, one feels as if she is being looked at affectionately.

Feng couldn't help but lighten his footsteps further, and walked in front of her almost as silently as a cat.

"you are……?"

Mrs. Shimada's voice has a natural hoarseness, like a sponge cake soaked in alcohol, which melts with a sip.

"My name is Kaede Yamamura, and I'm a police officer."

Feng spread out the police ID card, and the golden cherry blossoms flashed past.

"I want to ask you something, can I?"

Mrs. Shimada showed a mournful expression, but she still nodded slightly, revealing a fragile neck.

Feng talked with her for a while, starting with the usual life, and gradually turned the topic to her husband Shimada.

From the conversation, Feng learned that Mr. Shimada is usually an honest and simple person who has always been serious about his work. The truck driver often has to work night shifts. He never complained, and he never even smoked.

She silently took out two tissues and handed them to Mrs. Shimada.

"Thank you...everyone has taken care of my emotions these days, no one will mention it, but I feel much better after saying it," Mrs. Shimada pressed the wetness from the corners of her eyes and stroked her stomach, " In two months, the child will be born...what should I do..."

She suddenly hugged Feng's arm, crying pear blossoms with rain: "Shimada, he definitely didn't commit suicide! I don't believe it! There's no way he just left me and left!"

"You are a policeman, you must help me!"

A chill ran over Feng's scalp, and she didn't believe that Mr. Shimada would commit suicide... When Mrs. Shimada was so beautiful, and the child was about to be born.

To be more realistic, he did this, but... without insurance money.As a housewife, Mrs. Shimada's future with her children is bleak, not to mention that she may have to bear the rumor of "relatives of the murderer".

"I will definitely find out the truth." Feng pulled out his arm and held Mrs. Shimada's weak and boneless hand. "Please rest assured to wait for the delivery. If you live, there will be hope."

Putting on a long gray windbreaker, hiding the sleeves soaked in tears under the windbreaker, Feng leaned against the motorcycle and tore apart the freshly heated rice balls.

The pure white rice grains are not crystal clear, and the sweet smell of carbohydrates also penetrates into the nostrils, but the maple tastes like chewing wax. Compared with eating, she now seems to be "eating" necessary.

If I had known earlier, I would just buy vitamin jelly or something... No appetite, Feng just ate a triangular rice ball and stopped.

The Asai area is worthy of being a high-end area in Tokyo, and the hotels here are also resplendent and magnificent.

Originally, he just planned to check the situation around, and Feng, who had better meet the hotel staff and ask a few questions, had just arrived at the underground parking lot when he was surrounded by people emerging from the building in front of him.

"Hi," said the leader, a manager in a vest and collar clip, "our boss would like to meet you."

If he hadn't known the inextricable connection with Brahma in advance, Feng would have thought that some Yakuza wanted to kidnap her again.

"Ah, yes," she took off her helmet and held it in her arms, "but I'm a little tired and don't want to walk... Could you ask your boss to come and see me?"

"Miss, you're going to embarrass us..." The manager obviously didn't expect to be rejected, he gestured with his eyes, and the two security guards took a step forward, "If you don't mind, these two can take you up."

The two security guards had bald heads, black suits, and necks as thick as Feng's thighs, as if this set was standard for security guards.

"Why is it so troublesome—"

Someone walked around behind her when Feng didn't notice!

It was dark before Feng's eyes, and there was an extra layer in front of Feng. The visitor moved violently, dragged her and pushed her aside, his arms caught her neck, and almost lifted Feng's feet off the ground.

"My lord!" The manager's voice was filled with anxiety, "I won't be able to deal with the boss like this!"

"Who cares about your life, tell Ke Ke, this guy is mine now."

Clutching the arm that was stuck around her neck tightly, Feng finally got out of the state of being pushed and shoved. She slammed into something, guessing from the height, it should be a sports car.

She bent her elbow at a sharp angle and stabbed behind her. When she heard someone coming, she groaned in pain. She immediately stepped on the person's toes with precision, and her neck was loosened.

Before he could take off the things on his head, Feng turned around and kicked up with his intuition——

Hit!

Something flew out and fell heavily to the ground.

There was a sound of wind coming from the side, Feng turned his face away in time, but his fist still landed on the side of his face, there was a burst of dampness at the brow bone, and the rust smell spread out in this closed place.

"cough."

Spitting out the blood foam in his mouth, Feng staggered two steps back and leaned on the car, and lifted the things on his head with one hand, it turned out to be a sack!

She saw the person opposite: "Santu...Chun Qianye."

The person in front of him had dyed pink hair, but the scar at the corner of his mouth was so conspicuous that even Feng could still remember it.

In the past, the vice-captain of the [-]th Division of the East Swastika used to wear a black mask to cover the scars at the corners of his mouth.

"Ah, yes, that's it." Santu wore a well-tailored vest and shirt, showing a fascinated look, and grabbed Feng's hair with one hand, "Blooded face, unwilling look... This is the end that a traitor should have. !"

Seeing that the situation was not good, the manager at the side had already left with his subordinates.

Feng glanced at the big man beside him who had been kicked into a coma by himself, he was the only subordinate brought by Santu...at least on the surface.

"Why don't you beg for mercy?"

Santu was approaching suddenly, his eyes were wide open, his spirit was abnormally excited, his hand pulling Feng's hair exerted force, and there was a needle-like pain in his scalp.

This mad dog!Feng raised his hand, and instantly cut off a small half of the hair that had just grown out.

At the same time, she put her foot on the car door, and she pushed her whole body forward, bumping into Santu's head violently!

The small knife twirled twice in his hand, it was what Feng felt out from Santu's subordinates when he was blindfolded just now.

"It seems that Tokyo's knife control... really needs to be rectified," said Feng, who took a mouthful of blood, shook his head to regain his balance, and Feng Hengdao stood in front of him.

"Is that the attitude you have!"

She no longer wanted to ask why everyone knew she was here, anyway, things had happened, and the most important thing right now was of course how to get out.

Santu, who was knocked away by Feng, looked even more angry. He touched the blood on his forehead and moved his wrist.

"It's up to you?" Even though he knew that Feng had a knife in his hand, he still punched it, as if he was not afraid of pain at all.

But Feng couldn't stab him at will like this, she had to put away the knife and dodge the sharp fist.

The two came and went, and after the vision was unobstructed, Feng obviously gradually gained the upper hand. She twisted Santu's calf, and the two of them rolled twice on the ground of the parking lot. The wound on the brow bone was covered with dust. A little bit of pain stimulated Feng's adrenaline, and her eyes became brighter and brighter.

Santu didn't feel well either. He received several heavy punches in the abdomen, and blood clots with unknown substances spit out from his mouth. His ankle might have been twisted by Feng, and his face was pale, but his eyes were also bright, and he didn't look at the person in front of him at all. The look of not giving up after being beaten to death.

"enough!"

The moment he heard the voice, Feng just stood up and kicked Santu who was lying on the ground.

"Cough cough cough."

Her pant legs and shoes were stained with blood.

Feng stepped on his hand trying to grab her ankle and pull her down.

Squinting her eyes, she recognized who was rushing over.

"It's Cocoa..." Skimming the blood stains from the corner of her mouth, she slowly spit out the rest of the words, "Or should I call you [Brahma]'s cadre, the big boss Jiujingyi?"

"...Yamamura Kaede," Jiujingyi didn't refute her words, but just looked at her with a complicated expression, "Come with me, if you want to know, I will tell you."

Feng slowly let go of Santu's foot, but in the next moment her hair stood on end, her body reacted faster than her brain, and she kicked the gun / muzzle towards her sideways!

"Santu!" Jiujingyi didn't expect that the person who fell on the ground could pull out a mini pistol/gun, "Did you forget Mikey's order!"

When Mad Dog heard his master's name, he died down. When he stood up, he was already tall enough to look down on Feng who was also in a mess.

"I didn't intend to kill this guy..." His internal injuries were probably serious, every word seemed to be squeezed out from the gap between the tip of his tongue and his teeth, "If you die like this, it can only mean...'Hunter', That's all."

The former manager hid behind Jiujingyi, poking around, but didn't dare to look too much.

"Treat the wound," Jiujing put the medicine box in front of Feng, hesitated, and added, "Santu is completely personal and has nothing to do with Brahma."

With disheveled hair and half of his face stained with blood, Feng raised his eyes, stared at this familiar yet unfamiliar man for a while, and then reached out and took out a bottle of alcohol.

Concentration of 80%... She raised her head and poured half a bottle of alcohol directly on the wound. Under the washing of the alcohol, the blood stains and sandstone dust gradually faded away, revealing the originally fair and bloodless skin. The scratches were shallow. pink.

The doctor who was called gasped when he saw this scene at the door, and his half-stepped feet became weak and he backed away.

Jiujingyi hesitated to speak, but still didn't intervene. Watching Feng take out a few clean gauzes to absorb the alcohol from her eyes, she took care of it.

Feng opened his eyes, and half-lyed on the leather sofa. When he squinted over, his eyes were filled with coldness. Jiujingyi almost thought that she was the owner of this hotel.

Even though her hair was covered with dew-like alcohol, the clothes on her upper body were soaked in a dark color, and the unhealed wound on her face was still oozing fine drops of blood. It could be said that he had never seen it... Second Look embarrassed.

The waiter silently took away the medicine box and brought exquisite refreshments and fine red wine.

"Have some? This is a good wine from Bordeaux."

"I'm sorry," Feng touched the hair that he had cut into a dog's mouth, "I'm poor, so I can't drink such good wine."

"And I'm not here to drink." She picked up a cream roll and looked at it, and she threw it back on the plate. "You still tell me directly, what does Shimada do, and why did he kill himself?"

"It's really your style to be so straight to the point." Jiujing sat down opposite Feng, the long chains on the earlobes shook and made a small collision sound, "But, this person has nothing to do with you, right? Why do you bother with him? ?”

"Because I'm a policeman, Keke," Feng tilted his head slightly, allowing the blood beads to gather in one place and flow away along the corner of his forehead, so as not to obscure his vision, "Anyway, I haven't been meddling in my own business for a day or two."

Taking a deep breath, Jiujingyi could feel the temperature in the room drop gradually.

"Shimada, he is the 'sweeper'."