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So Kazuki Amano got on the tram again to go home, and continued to stay up all night with the lamp on to tap the information he had learned about the Yumu Fangjiao.

Eleven o'clock the next morning.

"It's Wednesday, tomorrow is the time for action, and today we have to make the final preparations."

Kazuki Amano sat on the sofa in the living room at home, entered a series of numbers on his mobile phone and dialed.

After a while of busy tone.

"Hello, this is Keigo Laisu." Compared to the day before, Police Officer Laisu's voice was full of fatigue at this time, as if he hadn't slept all night.

"Hello." Kazuki Amano said concisely.

"This voice is you!"

In the hospital, Keigo Raisu recognized that the guy who called was the guy from yesterday.

He stood up from the chair with a swipe, apologized to those who were looking around, and then quickly walked out of the ward and entered the stairwell.

"Who are you... and what are your goals?" Keigo Kurusu's expression was a bit complicated.

When asking questions, he also took his mobile phone away to confirm.

The one he was holding in his hand at this time was his personal mobile phone.

Instead of the office phone used to contact the informant yesterday.

The person who did not expect to call even knew his personal number.

"Mr. Rasu, take it easy, I didn't mean to target you, your family, or your police... You must have confirmed something yesterday."

Raisu Keigo was slightly silent: "...That's right."

When Keigo Keigo arrived at school yesterday, his son was attending class normally.

When he took his son and wife to the hospital for an examination, another news came from the police station that his informant was safe for the time being and had not been exposed.

In other words, the guy who made the strange call didn't get the phone number from the informant.

This made Rasuke Keigo frown, puzzled, not sure what went wrong.

The safety of the informant was confirmed.

This made him even more worried about the safety of his wife and son.

Since the other party didn't target the police, it might be targeting him.

This may be some terrorist's vengeance.

However, half an hour later, the results of the hospital's examination made Keisu Keigo let go of the huge stone in his heart, and at the same time he was terrified.

"Mr. Rasu, there is good news and bad news.

Your wife is in good health and has no problems.

But your son..."

The doctor took the report and sighed as he spoke.

"What's wrong with him!" Lasu Keigo was so anxious that his eyes turned red.

"He has a heart problem, a serious heart attack." The doctor sighed.

"Heart attack?" Kurosu Keigo was worried and confused.

Can modern terrorists give people heart disease?

The doctor explained: "This kind of heart disease is very uncommon, and it is very hidden, and generally does not show abnormalities."

"Is it man-made?" Keigo Karasu clenched his fists, the anger in his eyes was like a roaring lion.

"Man-made?" The doctor looked at him strangely, "How could the latent heart disease be man-made, of course it is a natural disease."

"Ah? This? How could it be?" Keigo Karasu was caught off guard with a look of astonishment.

The doctor couldn't figure out what this guy was thinking, and it was just that the family members were worried too much.

Comfortingly said: "Please calm down, don't worry too much about the child's situation for the time being."

The doctor explained: "Although it is a very serious heart disease, fortunately, it is easy to find out the problem. After that, you only need to receive regular treatment and regular checkups. It can be cured."

"Really!" Keigo Raisu, who was always calm, felt relieved and excited, "Thank you so much, doctor, thank you!"

"You don't have to thank me, in fact, you have to thank yourself."

The doctor shook his head: "If you hadn't sent the child for a full-body examination today, there would be no hope of curing the disease in a year or two."

"This..." Keigo Kurasu felt as if struck by lightning.

Infinite fear rose in his heart.

Almost, almost his son would die from a latent heart disease...

Laisu Keigo recalled that call from earlier - "I just want to say one thing - take your son to the hospital now."

The guy who called, how did he know that Yao had a heart attack?

Keigo Karasu had let go of most of his vigilance towards that phone call, he was even thankful and grateful, but he was still a little bit surprised.

Even doctors have to use high-tech medical equipment to detect Yao's heart disease.

How did the person who called know?

With deep confusion, Laisu Keigo spent the night with his son in the hospital.

Until now.

The man called again.

"My son, Lai Xu Yao, was diagnosed with a heart attack." Lai Xu Keigo said in a low voice.

"Is that really the case? How about the situation, there is still a chance of treatment." The person on the other end of the phone was not surprised.

Does this guy even know this?

Keigo Raisu looked around, but there was no one in the corridor.

The image of Kazuki Amano knowing all kinds of information made Keigo Kazusu suspicious of his surroundings.

——Is there a person who will follow me all day long, secretly observing me?

Keigo Rasu looked at his dusty leather shoes and asked directly, "That's right, how did you know that."

"Well... it's because of some reasons."

"Don't want to say? What do you want from me? You have saved my son, as long as it's not too much..."

Raisu Keigo didn't finish his words, but he gave enough hints.

There was silence on the other end of the phone for a few seconds, as if a little surprised.

"I didn't expect Officer Rasu to be so straightforward, it's really surprising, but it's the style of Officer Rasu.

Since this is the case, how about having a drink at the coffee shop near the hospital at twelve noon? "

"Okay." Keigo Kurasu pondered, "What table number?"

"Officer Laisu can decide. It will take some time for me to rush over."

Laisu Keigo raised his eyebrows: "Aren't you afraid that I will lead someone into ambush?"

"Haha, I'm sure Officer Rasu won't, this is just... a private conversation, isn't it?"

"I see, I will wait for you."

After hanging up the phone, Keigo Karasu let out a long breath: "That person seems to be familiar with me, but it seems... there is no special purpose."

The special purpose he mentioned was a criminal act of a heinous nature.

As for general illegal behavior, or just wanting to go through the back door, in his opinion, it is not special.

The time quickly reached twelve o'clock.

The coffee shop on the corner outside the hospital.

Kurasu Keigo sat in the hidden seat on the far side.

"A cup of hand-ground latte, I want to add milk, thank you, besides, there will be people coming later."

The waiter wrote down the menu and bowed slightly: "Okay sir."

A few minutes later, coffee, sugar and milk that Keigo Kurasu had specifically requested were brought out.

"It's really... It's been a long time since I drank coffee slowly."

Laisu Keigo shook the coffee cup but didn't use it, he had to wait for the caller to arrive first.

He looked out the window, waiting for the time to pass.

The sunlight is coming from the street side of the coffee shop, through the glass, and onto the solid wood tables and chairs.

There is jazz in the store, and the strong aroma of coffee lingers in the nostrils.

Suddenly, a crisp bell rang, and the glass door of the coffee shop was opened.

Kurasu Keigo raised his head and lowered it.

The person who came was a child in his teens, with a white T-shirt and a blue and white peaked cap, looking very young.

Such a young man is not like the person on the phone who knows everything.

"Youth is so good." Keigo Kurusu sighed casually.

"Really, it turns out that Mr. Laisu also praised youth and recalled the time when he was young." At this time, a figure in white sat across from him.

Keigo Raisu looked up in astonishment. It was the young man who had entered the store just now, with a peaked cap pressing down his fresh, broken hair. The sun was hitting half of the boy's face, and he was smiling brightly. It reminded Keigo Laisu of the bullet soda he drank in summer.

"You are……"

"I'm the person on the phone. Just call me Kazuki Amano. It's the first time we meet. I don't look very well. Officer Laisu."

Picture: "Keigo Raisu", location: "Images/1673283389-100324127-109805365.jpg"

Volume 11 Weekly Code N : Chapter [-] I have a plan

The warm sunshine shines into the elegant coffee shop.

The jazz music around the beam sounds like a girl dancing the rumba.

There is probably no other afternoon that can be as lazy and comfortable as the coffee shop at this time.

But in this lazy moment.

Seats in the corner of the coffee shop.

Between the uncle and the boy who looked at each other, the atmosphere froze like a knot being slowly tightened.

"Hi, hello, excuse me, here is your black coffee." The waiter served the coffee stiffly, and the solemn expressions of the two guests made her feel nervous.

But this cup of coffee is like a piece of calcium oxide thrown into ice water, and it serves as an opportunity to resolve the stalemate between the two present.

"Thank you." Kazuki Amano turned his head and thanked the waitress with a smile.

Keigo Kurasu also made a move.

He poured the milk into a coffee mug, opened the sugar bowl, and added a few cubes of sugar.

"Black coffee has not been modified in any way, the taste may be sour or sweet, it all depends on the quality of the coffee beans.

Generally, office workers who stay up late and work overtime, or students who are facing a major exam, will choose this kind of coffee when they are extremely tired.

Of course, in all my years as a police officer, I have met a special kind of people who also like black coffee.

They are the internationally wanted criminals planning to rob the Imperial Bank, and they are the super killers conspiring to kill the top rich people all over the world.

They are male and female, old and young.

Doing jobs like theirs with their heads hanging in the air.

And drinking black coffee can allow them to concentrate and avoid the irreversible disaster caused by fatigue when doing crimes.

You look very tired now, Amano-san. "