Lu Mingfei, who had read Dragon Clan before Dragon Slaying

Chapter 306 The Men Who Disappeared in History (Two in One, Please Subscribe!!!)

The black Maserati sedan was speeding on the highway under heavy rain, the pale light of the xenon headlight pierced the rain curtain, the turbulent air waves mixed with the sound of tires running over the watery ground, like the low roar of a beast.

The pointer on the instrument panel was fixed at the astonishing "300", and this well-bred coupe was shuttling on the roads in the suburbs of Tokyo at a super high speed of [-] kilometers per hour.

Of course there were other vehicles on the road, one was quickly overtaken by this black Maserati and then left behind, many of them were more expensive Ferraris and Lamborghinis, the owners of these supercars were overtaken by Maserati and tried to Catch up and overtake.

But without exception, they gave up within a few seconds... No matter how hard they stepped on the accelerator, they could only be thrown farther and farther away, and they could only see the red taillights of the Maserati in their field of vision Pulled out a straight streamer, then gradually drifted away, and disappeared in the eye of the eye after a few seconds, and they couldn't even see the taillights.

It's not that these super sports cars are not capable of speeding up to [-] kilometers per hour, but that no one dares to drive as crazy as this Maserati. The guy who was overtaken guessed in his heart that the owner of the Maserati must be a professional racing driver...or he is a madman who blindly pursues speed and passion, and that guy must be holding the steering wheel with both hands while stepping on the accelerator pedal. , concentrating on the wet and slippery road in rainy days, with tense nerves and hot eyes.

But they were all wrong. The person sitting in the driving seat of the Maserati was not a professional racing driver or a lunatic, but an old man with silver-white hair. The appearance of a gentleman was in great contrast to his sharp driving skills. As those people guessed, he was clutching the steering wheel with tense nerves. On the contrary, he was not too relaxed, with one hand casually placed on the steering wheel, and a glass of half-drained and half-cloudy Louis XIII brandy in the other. .

In heavy rain, racing at an astonishing speed of [-] kilometers per hour while driving while drinking, for ordinary people, this behavior is tantamount to dancing on the tip of a knife, but for the elderly, these are commonplace.

For the old man's name was Hilbert Jean Angers.

After Ange took a sip of his wine, the phone connected to the car's Bluetooth suddenly made a "beep beep". is encrypted.

Anger pressed the answer button, and said in a calm tone: "もしもし."

"Mr. Hilbert-Jean Angers, right?" There was a deep male voice on the other end of the phone, "The matter you entrusted to us has already taken shape. When do you think you have time to come face-to-face with us? Or we will send the sorted information to your email, and after you confirm the information, transfer the final payment to our bank account. "

"Don't send emails, let's talk face to face." Anger glanced at the time, it is now 15:02 in the morning, "I will meet you at your office at 30:[-] in [-] minutes, remember to prepare some good wine for me There isn't enough wine on the table."

"Okay." The person on the other end of the phone still replied in a low voice.

Angers hung up the phone. He drank the brandy in the wine glass and held the steering wheel with both hands, and pressed the accelerator suddenly with his black leather shoes.

The speed just now is actually not the limit of this car, this Maserati can hit a speed higher than [-] kilometers per hour!
This car has been remodeled. Before coming to Japan, when Angers was on the plane to Tokyo, he had already received the news that the car had been successfully ordered and sent to the black market for remodeling. The bottle of Remy Martin in the car It comes as a bonus, but unfortunately there is only one bottle, not big enough to drink.

The strong wind swept the torrential rain, and the electric snake was swimming in the dark clouds. The sky seemed to have a huge mouth, and the black beast drew a fleeting arc on the road in the distance, blurred in the wind and rain in the distance The brightly lit bustling city swept away.

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Maserati stopped on the banks of the Sumida River in Asakusa, Tokyo, in front of a row of old buildings.

The raindrops fell on the black hood of the car, making a "squeaky" sound, and were evaporated by the overheated engine, creating white mist "sizzling".

Angers stepped down from the driver's seat, and a man in a black windbreaker with a hat and mask approached slowly, holding up a huge black umbrella for him.

"Mr. Angers?" the man asked in a low voice.

Ange nodded slowly.

The man in black led Angers to the entrance of a residential building. On the side of the entrance was a sign of "Okawabata Detective Agency", with some vague handwriting.In the dark night of the torrential rain, the dilapidated old building looked like a huge ghost, with its huge black mouth at the entrance, swallowing Angers and the figure of the man in black in one gulp.

The corridor is narrow and dark, without even a single light. This residential building seems to be uninhabited, and there are only a few scattered lights in the surrounding buildings. The man in black leads Angers all the way up to The fourth floor, the fourth floor is the top floor of this small building. He pushed open a solid wood carved door that was incompatible with the dilapidated environment around him, and his vision suddenly opened up.

Except for those load-bearing wall columns, the entire floor has been opened up, the space is extremely open, the gorgeous crystal chandeliers and antique table and chair decorations are of great value, there are bookshelves and wine cabinets with a rich collection of books in the corner, and the direction facing the door is There was a long oak table, and at the end of the long table sat a man in a black windbreaker who was also wearing a hat and a mask.

Angers sat down at the other end of the long table, picked up the Henschini Richard brandy on the table, and poured himself a glass.

"I just finished racing the car. When I got on the expressway, the weather was still very hot, and then it rained suddenly, until now." Anger took a sip of his wine, "Has the weather in Tokyo always been so capricious?"

He turned his head and watched the thunder and lightning rolling in the dark clouds, drawing blue arcs, and the torrential rain hitting the old eaves, rolling down in a transparent water curtain... Angers didn't rush to ask about the result of the commission, but seemed like It was a guest who walked into the bar, admiring the scenery outside the window, with a relaxed tone like chatting.

"In the past, there was a rainy season in Japan, and the rainstorm would last for two or three days, but it is not as repeated as this year." A man across a long table from Angers said to Angers, "The weather forecast on the news station said it was Because the warm and humid air from the Pacific Ocean is controlling the climate of the whole of Japan, this summer will suddenly fall like this from time to time... But compared to this statement, I think this is more like a punishment from the gods. Whenever Tokyo When heavy rain falls, the mud in the city will be washed out, perhaps this is a sign that some kind of great disaster is about to befall this land."

The man in front of him is the man who called Ange to inform him of the result of the investigation. His voice was low and hoarse, and it didn't sound like a normal vocalization. Instead, he deliberately lowered the frequency of throat friction, so that he could make a sound similar to that of his own. A sound that is completely different from the original tone.

"Do people like you believe in 'God'?" Anger looked at the man covering his face with interest, "If you had such a thing as 'awe', you wouldn't do these invisible things. work?"

"It's not so much that we don't dare to show our clothes because we are detectives, but we are more worried about being seen by God when we commit certain crimes. It is precisely because we live in a dark corner, pickled We have seen too many evil things and the darkness of this society, so we will force ourselves to believe in something. We don’t have to believe in ghosts, but we must believe in ‘God’.” The man whispered, “Otherwise, our hearts will be too empty, and we will Get eaten by the dark side of this society."

"Oh? I have done too many immoral things, and I don't want to be eaten up by the guilt in my heart, so do I have to force myself to have faith?" Anger suddenly smiled, "It's very interesting that you guys excuse yourself, I didn't expect you to be a Philosophers, philosophers can always deceive themselves before they deceive others."

"We are just detectives doing some special work, far from the great role of philosophers." The man in black shook his head.

"You are too humble. In my opinion, your existence is very special." Angers held up his glass, "Obviously the status of detectives in Japan is very low, and the legalization of detectives is only a matter of two years, but even the mafia sect The head of the family is also your guest, and you dare to investigate the past of the Sheqiba family, you are very courageous."

"That's because there are things in this world that are far darker than the underworld... The topic is far away, Mr. Angers." The man in black waved his hand, "You are a guest introduced by Mr. Inuyama, Mr. Inuyama's reputation with us The level is very high, so even if it is a tricky task for you to ask, we will take it bravely, and now the investigation has the results, aren't you curious?"

"I can't say whether I'm curious or not. I just want to visit an old friend. Even if he hides, I have many ways to find him." Anger shrugged, "It's just that Ah He said that you are reliable enough, so I came to you gone."

"The information you provided us is very specific. The surname 'Shangshan' is indeed very rare in Japan, but we haven't found anyone who fits the profile." The man in black pulled out a photo from his arms, "Finally we were in A small church in an old street found the target. The church is called Hetian Shrine. When we found the target, he was sitting in the last row, watching an old female missionary commit manslaughter for a young man Sinful middle-aged man repents."

The man pressed the photo on the table and slid towards Ange, who took the photo.

The photo was taken from the back of a church. There were not many people in the church at that time. At the front of the church was a blond female missionary in a white robe. She put one hand on the middle-aged man's head, and the sun slanted down through the folding window behind them. It looked like God selflessly shed light on sinners, and the two were bathed in the holy light ...However, Angers stared at the gray-haired figure in the last row of the photo, and Angers eyes showed a touch of nostalgia.

"It's him." Angers recognized the old man with only a familiar figure from his back.

"Because I was afraid that the target would find us, so I only had time to take this photo of the back." The man said, "We tracked him and found that he only wandered in three fixed places in a day, at home, Hetian church, and a street. Ramen stalls, among them, he has stayed at the ramen stalls the longest, and he is a ramen master."

"Ramen master?" Angers had a strange expression on his face.

"It's indeed a ramen master. We asked the customers of that ramen shop, and we know that the master has worked in that street stall for many years, and his ramen kung fu is very strong." The man nodded.

"Okay, at least I know he's not dead, that's enough." Anger put the photo in his arms, "I'll visit him in person next."

"Then this cooperation is considered complete, what about the final payment?" The man asked cautiously.

"It has already been called into your bank card, you can take out your mobile phone to have a look." Anger said.

The man in black took out his mobile phone and saw the text message from the bank, but the number was wrong.

"Mr. Ange, you may have entered the wrong number when you remitted the money." The man stared at the number on the phone, "The final payment of our agreement is 500 million yen, but you sent us 2000 million."

"Oh, I'm not mistaken, this transaction is indeed over, but I appreciate your business capabilities, so I still have a new task to assign you." Anger said, "I still want to find a People, the extra money is the next task assignment fee."

"Who do you want?" the man asked calmly.

"Kenjiro Miyamoto," Angers said, "a man who disappeared 15 years ago."

"Understood." The man nodded slowly.

After seeing off Angers, the man sat in Angers' position for a long time in silence, listening to the sound of the rain "cracking" against the porthole, a flash of lightning pierced the sky, and at that moment illuminated the man hiding on the brim of his hat. Under the golden pupil.

"I'm sorry, Mr. Ange, people like us have done too many immoral things, so we don't feel any guilt about disclosing customer information." The man said into the air, and then put Anger Drank the rest of the wine in one gulp.

He took out his mobile phone and dialed a number that did not exist in the address book from memory.

"Mr. Kenjiro? Another person entrusted us to inquire about your whereabouts... It's someone other than Sakiba's family... His name is Hilbert Jean Angers..."

……

Lu Mingfei and Eriyi leaned in front of a vending machine, Lu Mingfei poured Coke with his head up, and Eriyi held a bottle of orange-flavored soda in his hand. This soda has been very popular recently. Zhijiu endorsed, and the huge endorsement poster was hung next to the vending machine.

Lu Mingfei looked at the handsome face on the poster and was a little depressed. He was not sure whether Eriyi asked him to buy it because he wanted to drink this kind of orange soda, or because he had Tomohisa Yamashita as the spokesperson... After all, that But Tomohisa Yamashita!Few girls could say no to that ridiculously handsome face.

(End of this chapter)