Tokyo Police

"Police! Found it!"

With an excited voice breaking the peace in the room, Lin Xiuyi, who was already somewhat drowsy leaning on the chair, immediately opened his eyes, and then stood up impatiently.

"Really?"

Before Lin Xiu finished speaking, he hurriedly walked towards the subordinate who had just reported to him. With the arrival of Lin Xiuyi, the surrounding people also stopped their work one after another and gathered quietly.

"Police, please look! This is the video taken by the camera near the station, here...here...and here..."

As the subordinate played the pictures on the three screens in sequence, Lin Xiuyi finally saw a complete picture of a homeless man pushing a shopping cart strolling near the station.

In the picture, a man in heavy clothes is walking slowly on the road near the station with a shopping cart. At this moment, some cardboard and drink bottles are scattered on his trolley. Although the clothes on his body are still clean, as long as they look at the things on the cart, most people will naturally classify this man as a character like a homeless man!

Because the man's face was already covered by a mask, and he was wearing a hood on his head, it was impossible to identify the homeless person. However, one detail in the picture reminded Lin Xiuyi of a sentence he heard while chatting with those homeless people in the park.

"His hands are pretty clean, completely different from the rest of us..."

When Lin Xiuyi suddenly thought of this sentence, he couldn't wait to say to his subordinates:

"Can you get a close-up of his hand?"

"Hey, please wait a moment!"

With the subordinate's operation, the center of the picture gradually concentrated on the position of the target's hand. With the gradually clear picture, Lin Xiuyi could clearly see the position of the suspect's hand.

It was an extremely clean hand, and if you compare it to the hands of the homeless people you meet in the park during the day, this hand looks really dazzling. With just a little attention, you can notice that this bum-looking guy is supposed to be a fake.

When the kidnappers were besieged at the gas station, a man disguised as a homeless man appeared near the station not far from the gas station. Even if you don't think about it, everyone knows that there must be a problem here.

"It's so cunning to draw our attention to the gas station, while his accomplices have long since fled with the money."

Hua Xing stood beside Lin Xiuyi and complained with a look of regret. I can't believe that so many police officers are being played around by kidnappers like this.

"If my guess is right, I think the ransom should have been on this cart!"

Lin Xiu put his hands on his chest and slowly straightened up and said slowly. There was a happy smile on his face.

Although a somewhat suspicious homeless man still can't prove anything, the clues discovered by the police so far are closer to Lin Xiuyi's previous guesses. This made Lin Xiu more confident in his speculation!

"Let's look in these surveillance videos again and see if you can find more images related to this homeless man..."

"Hi!"

Following Lin Xiuyi's order, everyone present cheered in unison.

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"Please be sure to watch our new show, Mr. Uchiyama! The partner I found this time is quite talented!"

Uchiyama, the person in charge of the Honda Theater, was somewhat helplessly dragged by Kenji Togo from the backstage to the seat under the stage. Although there are still a lot of work issues waiting for Mr. Uchiyama to deal with, the difficult Kenji Togo will not consider these issues.

"Mr. Dongxiang, I really have a lot of work to do today, so I can only give you ten minutes. After ten minutes, no matter how good your show is, I just ask you not to disturb me in the future. I am!

"Don't be like this, Mr. Uchiyama, this time we really came to you because we had an idea that no one else could surpass."

Dongxiang Xianji recommended the new program he wanted to Mr. Uchiyama with a flat face, but from the impatient expression on Mr. Uchiyama's face, the other party didn't listen to what Dongxiang said.

"Okay, okay, don't say any more, if there's nothing else to do, let's get started! I really can only give you ten minutes!"

Mr. Uchiyama, the manager of the Honda Theater, waved his hand in annoyance, indicating that Kenji Togo should stop talking nonsense. Dongxiang glanced at Mr. Uchiyama with some embarrassment, then turned around and trotted towards the stage.

"Hello everyone, I haven't seen you here at the Honda Theater for a long time..."

Just as Dongxiang stood on the stage and said his opening remarks, Mr. Uchiyama, who was sitting under the stage, urged Dongxiang impatiently:

"That... Dongxiang-kun, I really don't have time to watch your complete program. If I can, can I go directly to the interesting part?"

"Eh? But..."

"If it doesn't work, let's do it next time! I'll watch your show when I have time!"

"Ah... no no no!, we can, let's go to the next part..."

Seeing that Mr. Uchiyama was about to get up and leave~www.wuxiaspot.com~ Kenji Dongxiang hurriedly dispelled the last trace of hesitation in his heart and moved his show to the next part.

When Dongxiang took out a child's toy guitar from his prop bag, Mr. Uchiyama was still looking at him with a serious expression. And Dongxiang saw Mr. Uchiyama's angry face, so he had to play the toy guitar in his hand.

Although Dongxiang was holding a toy in his hand, he tried the sound a little seriously, and accompanied by the harsh sounds coming from the strings one after another, Mr. Uchiyama, who was sitting under the stage, still did not know that Dongxiang was holding a toy. What the **** does that toy want to do...

However, when Dongxiang closed his eyes and started playing, a beautiful guitar accompaniment sounded suddenly. This is a bit unexpected for Mr. Uchiyama, which made Mr. Uchiyama finally have a little curiosity about Dongxiang's program.

As the show continued, Dongxiang kept taking out the musical instruments that were used as toys for children from his pockets, but the sounds of these musical instruments were no different from professional performances. Before I knew it, the ten minutes that Mr. Uchiyama had set passed by.

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