Tokyo Police

Hearing the ins and outs of Lin Xiu's incident very clearly, the hostility in Butler Shibata's heart gradually diminished. In addition, he also trusted Lin Xiuyi a little more.

"Officer Lin, since you have clearly stated the truth of Guizhi's death, I don't have to take revenge for Guizhi in person. Now I will follow your arrangements."

Although Mr. Shibata's eyes were still full of alertness, he had already given up on his original plan. After all, Lin Xiuyi answered the question that had been buried in his heart for so many years. Now his only request is for the murderer to be punished.

"Thank you, Mr. Shibata! Although what you did tonight was a bit reckless, fortunately you didn't break the law, otherwise, you would be punished by the law just like the murderer!"

As soon as Lin Xiu got Shibata's approval, he felt a little calmer. Now it seems that the only remaining problem is the two guys in front of him.

"Ms. Guzer, Mr. Morris! It's already 4 o'clock in the morning, and in another hour, the workers who left last night will come back one after another. I think you should think about your own situation. Right! By the way, Mr. Shibata, you installed the shielding device for the mobile phone signal, can you tell me where you installed it?"

Lin Xiu turned around and asked Mr. Shibata.

"On the roof of the utility room at the back of the house, just cut off the power to where it goes..."

Mr. Shibata replied calmly to Lin Xiuyi.

Lin Xiu nodded clearly, and then took a step closer to Mr. Morris and Ms. Guze.

"President Maezawa Takuya's sports car is your hands and feet, right? It's the same purpose that killed Kikuchi Takashi. You just want to live up to the ominous name of the painting "Love Letter". I'm right! "

Lin Xiuyi asked Ms. Gu Ze in a soft voice. His eyes were also fixed on Ms. Gu Ze's eyes. For a moment, Ms. Gu Ze felt that she had no secrets in front of Lin Xiu...

Ms. Gu Ze didn't answer Lin Xiuyi's question, because now her brain is completely messed up. Now, even if they managed to escape from here, the identities of her and Morris have been exposed. No matter where they escaped, the police of the Metropolitan Police Department would not let them go.

Even after killing Lin Xiuyi, Ms. Guze and Mr. Morris still couldn't get the "Love Letter" they wanted. As for the Kikuchi butler who was staring at him with a bow and arrow, if he didn't have the restraints of the police, he would have taken action immediately. Is he really sure that he can escape from here?

While Ms. Gu Ze was still thinking, suddenly, her mobile phone vibrated suddenly, and then Lin Xiuyi and Mr. Morris' mobile phones also received a prompt sound at the same time.

Lin Xiuyi's last worry can be put down. He took out his mobile phone and looked at the signal status displayed on the screen of the mobile phone, and then immediately called Officer Yuan Zhizhu.

"Mr. Ombudsman, you finally found the device that blocks the signal!"

"Sorry, it took a lot of time, but I have informed the police nearby, how is the situation on your side?"

Yuan Zhizhu asked Lin Xiuyi worriedly on the phone.

"Everyone is here, including the housekeeper Shibata himself, so if it's convenient for you, please come over as soon as possible! I think I've cleared up the connection between everything..."

After Lin Xiuyi hung up the phone, he turned around and nodded to Mr. Shibata behind him. After getting Lin Xiuyi's affirmative answer, the nerves that Butler Shibata had been tensing up could finally relax. He slowly loosened the bowstring in his hand, then slowly lowered his arm, and then retracted the cluster of arrows into the holster behind him.

"It seems that you have no choice! Ms. Guzawa, you and Mr. Asai should not have any deep hatred, can you listen to my advice and let Mr. Asai sit down and rest for a while!"

Lin Xiuyi saw that Ms. Gu Ze's attitude was hesitant, and immediately wanted the other party to release Mr. Asai who was a hostage first.

Morris heard Lin Xiuyi's request, and first looked at Ms. Guze behind him. Although the situation is obvious now, Morris is used to doing what Ms. Guzawa says. Without the consent of Ms. Guzer, Morris will never do anything against Ms. Guzer's wishes.

"Morris... that's enough, let go of Asai!"

When Asai heard Ms. Guzawa's answer, his face immediately showed the happiness of the rest of his life. He carefully stared at the katana around his neck and saw that it was slowly put down by Morris, and then he hurriedly rolled and crawled to hide behind Lin Xiuyi.

Ms. Gu Ze raised her head, looked around the room, and then let out a long breath.

"Ugh……"

"Ms. Guzer, allow me to ask you, how do you know that Rembrandt's self-portrait is hidden under this "Love Letter"?"

Lin Xiuyi put down the phone in his hand, and then asked Ms. Gu Ze curiously. Just now, he slightly checked the information about Rembrandt's self-portrait on his mobile phone. Although I don't know much about it, I do know a little bit about it.

"Actually...this painting...actually my college lover snatched it from a museum in Boston."

"Lovers, do you mean Mr. Morris?"

Lin Xiuyi asked Ms. Gu Ze with some surprise~www.wuxiaspot.com~ No, I didn't know Mr. Morris at the time, he...has been dead for many years..."

Ms. Gu Ze said sadly, then she adjusted her emotions and continued to talk to Lin Xiuyi.

"It was our first date and we saw this rare self-portrait of Rembrandt in an art gallery in Boston. As you may know, although sketches are usually only sketches of Western painting, Rembrandt's There are only 10 self-portrait sketches in the world, but there are as many as 60 self-portraits of Western paintings as finished products. Therefore, in terms of rarity, Rembrandt's self-portrait manuscripts are actually more than Rembrandt's Western paintings. Even more precious. And this work happened to be completed during the most painful period of Rembrandt's life..."

"I was just starting a new relationship at the time, but my mother's debts took my breath away. That idiot... that idiot saw what I was doing with that Rembrandt painting. I didn't care, I ran into the museum with a gun and snatched it out..."

Following Ms. Gu Ze's narration, a few lines of hot tears poured out of her eyes, and then, Lin Xiuyi heard about a woman's wasted life experience for a period of 20 years.