Siheyuan: Why is my crossing so ugly?

Chapter 1042 The world’s number one professional killer

Afternoon, Tokyo, Chiyoda Ward, Police Headquarters.

At this moment, the snow is falling even harder, and each snowflake seems to be as big as a goose feather, covering the sky and the ground, as if it wants to cover all the evil in the world.

Oyama Hatoshi trotted out of the Metropolitan Police Department, shook the snowflakes from his hair and coat in front of the car door, then opened the car door and walked in.

It was freezing cold outside, and his fingers were all red from the cold. He rubbed his hands and subconsciously glanced at Du Weiguo's face:

"Mr. Rukawa, I just asked my "friend" for help. I can get the dossier tonight at the earliest and tomorrow morning at the latest."

"it is good."

Du Weiguo nodded noncommittally and said only one word very concisely, blocking out all the rest of Oyama Jiuzhi's words.

After a while, when he saw that Du Weiguo was not driving in the direction of his home, but driving all the way west toward the city, Oyama Jiuzhi couldn't help but feel jealous again.

"Mr. Rukawa, where are we going now?" He asked bravely and cautiously.

"Uenohara." Du Weiguo replied in a casual tone, still concise and heart-stopping.

To be able to achieve such a thing, it cannot be one person, it must be a huge organization, cold-blooded and cruel, with vast magical powers.

Behind these things, there is an extremely terrifying dark curtain that is looming.

Indeed, Du Weiguo wanted to be a hero and eradicate injustice in the world. That was his choice, but Oyama Jiuzhi didn't want to wade into this troubled water.

"I'm just a nosy person. As for Shota, I met him by chance on the road. We met by chance, and I only met you one day earlier."

And now he has been coerced by the man in front of him, inevitably standing on the opposite side of this organization.

"Yes, yes, Mr. Rukawa, I know about the accident.

“Two years ago, a bizarre traffic accident occurred near the Fujino section from Tokyo to Uenohara.

"Ha~" Seeing his reaction, Du Weiguo laughed, with a teasing tone:

Upon hearing this shameless gangster's logic, Oyama Hatoshi suddenly turned red with excitement, but due to Du Weiguo's intimidation, he did not dare to refute, and remained silent for a long time.

After a brief pause, Du Weiguo added meaningfully:

"And he was framed as the murderer of the serial murders and was sentenced to death uncharacteristically quickly. The root cause was this accident."

Let alone murder, he has never even hurt anyone. He was once a competent husband and father, and he would not hurt your family. "

Du Weiguo's tone was unusually calm:

Seeing how serious he was, Du Weiguo also stopped joking and his tone became serious:

"Oyama Hatoshi, I know exactly what I am facing. I have also faced existences that are darker and more terrifying than this.

"Well, that's right." Du Weiguo nodded, and then changed the subject:

"But you definitely don't know that Shota Shiina lost his wife and daughter in this accident. After that, he gave up everything like crazy and searched the accident scene for a year and a half in an attempt to recover the bodies of his wife and daughter."

Du Weiguo curled his lips: "Do you know the details of the accident?"

"Mr. Rukawa, do you know what the enemy you are about to face is? Regardless of success or failure in the end, what will be my ending?"

He defended his words carefully:

"We, why are we going to Uenohara? Mr. Rukawa, Mr. Shota Shiina is still at my house."

Perhaps thinking of some frightening possibility, Oyama Hatoshi's pupils suddenly shrank violently, cold sweat broke out on his forehead, and the fists hidden in his pockets were clenched tightly.

As for you, after the matter is over, I will give you a sum of money, and you can leave Japan and continue living somewhere else. "

"Have you figured it out? That's right, my purpose is to lift the dark curtain behind this, and you are now forced to be tied to a ship with me, and you have to share weal and woe."

Facing Du Weiguo's eyes that seemed to be able to penetrate the soul, Oyama Hatoshi's heart suddenly thumped. He suppressed the thought of pretending to be stupid and replied in a dry voice:

Oyama Hatoshi replied honestly:

"I know something. This accident was tragic. 46 people were killed on the spot, 22 of whom were kindergarten children."

The accident was so bizarre that it caused quite a stir at the time, and even different versions of urban ghost legends leaked out.

"But Mr. Rukawa, why are we suddenly going to Uenohara?"

A kindergarten bus collided head-on with a truck and rolled off a cliff. Everyone was killed, but not even a body was found. "

Hearing this, Oyama Hatoshi's forehead was already dripping with cold sweat. He is a veteran in law, with a bright mind and very high sensitivity.

Thinking of this, Oyama Hatoshi couldn't help but shivered with excitement, and even a layer of thorns appeared on his face.

Oyama Hatoshi was speechless again. After a long while, he looked solemn and asked solemnly:

Du Weiguo rolled down the window, lit a cigarette, glanced at him coldly, and said in a faint tone:

"Oyama Hatoshi, you are a smart man. You should know very well that Shota is not a perverted murderer, but just an unlucky scapegoat.

"Mr. Rukawa, may I ask, who are you? And who is Shota Shiina to you?"

Should it be said or not, Du Weiguo's Japanese has made great progress now. Not only can he speak long sentences, but he can also use idioms.

Du Weiguo rarely spoke for a long time, and Oyama Jiuzhi felt a little calmer, but he was still a little worried.

Exhaling the smoke, Du Weiguo turned to glance at him: "Oyama Jiuzhi, have you heard about this accident?"

The 45 corpses that disappeared inexplicably in Uenohara, the corpses of dozens of women that suddenly appeared on Wakasu Island, and the innocent people who were accused of misrepresenting themselves were sentenced to death.

Du Weiguo flicked the cigarette butt away and his tone was extremely calm:

Oyama Hatoshi specializes in judiciary, and he has a very good memory, so he remembers it very clearly.

Du Weiguo could connect the cases, and so could he, but the more he thought about it, the more frightened he became.

Uenohara was a quiet place, surrounded by vast jungles, making it a perfect place to destroy corpses and eliminate traces of traces.

Du Weiguo's straightforwardness left Weishan Jiuzhi speechless. After holding it in for a long time, he took a long breath and his voice became hoarse:

"Uh~"

I have lived in Tokyo for decades, I was born and raised here, and I am very comfortable here. Why should I leave my hometown for your choice and live in anonymity from now on?

Du Weiguo smacked his lips:

"I'm sorry, Oyama Hatoshi, it's true that I dragged you into the water, but you have no choice now. If you don't kill them, they will kill you."

Upon hearing this, Oyama Jiushi couldn't bear it anymore and burst out directly:

"How to do it? These people have great powers. They can even instruct the government to wipe their butts at will, and they can also interfere with judicial justice.

Trying to bring them down through normal legal channels is simply a fool's errand. The end result will be that we hit the stone with an egg and die without a burial place! "

He was so angry that he almost forgot the terrifying oppression brought by Du Weiguo, foaming at the mouth, and roared regardless.

Du Weiguo was not angry at all, he remained calm and calm: "Who said I would bring them down through legal means?"

Oyama Jiuzhi was stunned: "What? You, what do you mean by this?"

Du Weiguo's expression was half-smiling, and he turned to look at him, his tone suddenly harsh:

"As long as we find out every single one of these bastards who are hiding behind the scenes, then I can do the rest of the trial and execution without bothering anyone else."

"N-Nani?"

Oyama Jiuzhi was stunned by his bold words. Du Weiguo raised his eyebrows and explained with a chuckle:

"Oh, Oyama, you don't need to be so surprised. Besides being a nosy person, I am also a very qualified professional killer.

Therefore, as long as the list is detailed enough, I am fully confident that all the debris will be cleared away, and it will not even affect your future life. "

"Professional, professional killer?"

Oyama Hatoshi opened his mouth in disbelief.

To be honest, even with his relatively extensive knowledge, the mysterious existence of a professional killer is limited to hearsay.

Kill one person in ten steps, leave no trace for a thousand miles, brush off your clothes when the matter is over, and hide your body and name deeply.

Professional killers are also called assassins. Most of the people who have seen them are dead, or they don't even know the identity of the person they are dealing with.

They can be anyone, street vendors, passers-by, beggars, doctors, teachers, ordinary office workers, even police, celebrities, and nobles.

Du Weiguo flicked the cigarette butt away and smiled wildly: "Well, that's right, I am a professional killer, and I am also the number one professional killer in the world. I am guaranteed to be fake."

At 5: pm, it got dark early due to heavy snow. In the Sagami Lake Basin, near Fujino Town, a section of road near a cliff is where the accident occurred.

Du Weiguo stood on the edge of the cliff and looked down for a while. It was winter now and the lake was frozen. With his evil eyesight, he could see all the way to the bottom.

"That's such nonsense. Damn it, you can't even bother to pretend? Are you being robbed?"

Du Weiguo pursed his lips, his face full of mockery.

After his field investigation, he found that the deepest part of the river under the cliff cannot exceed 40 meters even in the flood season.

According to the height difference between the upstream and downstream, the speed of the water flow is limited no matter how fast it is, and the bottom of the river is still a stone bottom. Not to mention washing away the corpses, it is estimated that not even a watermelon can be washed away.

Therefore, there is absolutely no situation where the body cannot be recovered. The government is telling lies with its eyes open, but it is normal when you think about it. This is what they specialize in, it is just a basic operation.

Back in the car, Du Weiguo took the satellite phone from Weishan Jiuzhi, shook the snow off his head, and asked casually:

"How's it going? Weishan, have you found it?"

"Yes, yes, Mr. Rukawa, I contacted my friend at the Uenohara Police Station, and I have already obtained the information you want."

Oyama Hatoshi's tone became particularly respectful at this moment, even filled with fear and flattery.

Not long ago, when the car had just parked, he was doubtful about Du Weiguo's claim that he was the world's number one professional killer.

Du Weiguo was in a good mood, so he simply showed him a little.

At that time, he took out a silenced pistol from nowhere, raised his hand and fired three shots into the sky without even taking aim.

A few seconds later, three sparrows with their heads cut off by bullets landed on the snow a few meters away. This miraculous shooting skill directly stunned Oyama Hatoshi.

Although he is a non-combatant, he still has experience. He knows very well how technical this pistol technique is.

It was dark, heavy snow, and the visibility was barely a few meters. Trying to hit the birds that were fleeting in mid-air, and there were three of them in an instant, was already within the realm of magic.

Du Weiguo lit a cigarette and started the car: "Very good, where is the destination?"

"Tokyo, Shinjuku, Kabuchiban Street."

"Hmm? Liuying?"

Du Weiguo frowned slightly, seeming a little surprised by this answer. Oyama Jiuzhi had now gradually found his own dog-leg position and was getting better, so he immediately explained:

"Yes, that woman Yukawa Sakurako was a shameless bad gambler and a drug addict, not long after the death of Kunihiko Yoshioka.

She sold her real estate, abandoned her children, and went to Tokyo to live alone. I heard that she owed a lot of money, and now she can only sell herself in a bar to pay off her debts. "

This man named Kunihiko Yoshioka was the driver of the truck that collided with the bus, and Sakurako Yukawa was his widow.

They are all natives of Ueno, and Kunihiko Yoshioka is the only known dead person in this accident, so he is the key to solving the problem.

Du Weiguo didn't believe it at all. This was an accident. It was undoubtedly a man-made arrangement, a self-directed and self-acted drama that concealed the truth.

He even suspected that there were no other dead people at the scene except Kunihiko Yoshioka.

According to Du Weiguo's guess, it is very likely that there was no one on the bus at that time. It was just an empty bus parked there and then knocked off the cliff by a truck.

As for the investigation records and photos of the accident scene, these things have no practical significance. If they are deliberate, they can be faked as much as you want.

A moment later, in Suginami District, Tokyo, Du Weiguo parked his Mercedes-Benz casually on the side of the road and got out of the car without turning off the engine.

Oyama Hatoshi reminded him dutifully while jogging to catch up with him:

"Mr. Rukawa, where are we going now? Also, our car hasn't turned off yet."

Du Weiguo didn't even look back, he just waved his hands loudly:

"It's okay, we have to change cars. This car has been driven for a day and it is easy to expose the target."

While he was talking, Du Weiguo had already walked to a very conspicuous black car on the side of the road. This was a beautiful Ford Mustang.

In just a few moments, when Oyama Hatoshi rushed over panting, Du Weiguo had already opened the car door and unceremoniously straddled himself into the cab.

The God of Death Shuttle inserted the keychain into the keychain extremely roughly, and then twisted it hard, and the Mustang's motor suddenly roared.

Oyama was confused: "So, Mr. Rukawa, that Mercedes-Benz we were riding in just now~"

Du Weiguo nodded and admitted shamelessly:

"That's right, I stole it casually on the roadside. Please, Ou Shan, can you use your brain? I'm a killer. How could I buy a car and leave such obvious physical evidence and clues?"

"Uh~ What's your name?"

Du Weiguo rebuked confidently: "Bullshit, of course it's also fake. How could I leave my real name?"

Oyama Hatoshi was instantly defeated by his shamelessness. He choked and rolled his eyes, but he still had the courage to ask:

"Then, how did you find me?"

Du Weiguo's lips raised slightly and his tone was narrow:

"Oh, I just randomly found a middleman, explained my requirements, and after paying the full commission, you showed up in less than half an hour."

"Uh~"

Oyama Hatoshi was completely speechless. At this moment, he was so remorseful that he wanted to beat his chest and slap himself twice.

Baga, this is all caused by greed. I thought it was a fat bastard, but I didn't expect it to be an out-and-out big fire pit.

After a while, looking at the increasingly familiar scenery outside the window, Oyama Hatoshi came back to his senses and asked in a trembling voice:

"Sir, are we going back to my house now?"

Du Weiguo nodded:

"Well, I'm a little hungry. Let's pick up Shota. Let's go out to eat something first. It's still early. It's too early to go to Ichiban Street. You can also meet your family by the way to save them from worrying."

Upon hearing this, Oyama Hatoshi was so moved that he almost wanted to cry.

It seems that although this man is domineering, he still has a bottom line, he did not lie, and he indeed has no intention of harming his family.

After returning home, Oyama Hatoshi was even more surprised and moved.

Because Shota Shiina was not at his home, but sitting in front of his house. Judging from the thickness of the snow on Friday, it was obvious that he had been sitting in his Toyota Crown for a long time.

Shota Shiina had the perverted vision shared by crows. He spotted Du Weiguo early in the morning and rushed over impatiently from far away.

"Sir, are you back?"

Du Weiguo nodded: "Well, Xiangtai, why are you staying outside?"

Scratching his head, he explained shyly:

"Sir, I, I was afraid that Mrs. Oyama would be scared. Besides, I didn't feel comfortable staying alone in Mr. Oyama's house, so I came out and waited."

"Haha~"

Du Weiguo sneered and teased:

"Shouta, you are the murderer of a serial murder case and have been sentenced to death. You are a vicious and perverted maniac. Are you being too docile and considerate?"

"Hehe~" Knowing that Du Weiguo was joking, Xiangta didn't defend himself and just grinned innocently.

Oyama Hatoshi walked up to him at this moment, bowed sincerely, and said in a sincere tone:

"Mr. Shiina Shota, thank you for your understanding. Please rest assured that I will do my best to help you reverse the case and restore your innocence!"

At 10 o'clock in the evening, although the weather is not good today and the wind and snow are severe, Kabukicho's Ichiban Street is still full of lights and bustle. It is not called the city that never sleeps for nothing.

Men, for the sake of the lower body, can overcome all obstacles, not to mention snow, even a knife can't stop it.

At the entrance of a dance hall with an ambiguous red light on and the sign saying Shenxiang, Du Weiguo pinched Oyama Hatoshi's shoulder:

"Go, Oyama, ask that woman out."

"Okay, okay, sir, I understand."

Feeling the strong force on his shoulders, although he was helpless, Oyama Hatoshi could only bite the bullet and respond.

This job sounds simple, but it is actually quite technical. First of all, Oyama Hatoshi has never met Yukawa Sakurako, and this girl is most likely using a pseudonym now.

Therefore, he had to accurately find Yukawa Sakurako among the many dancers, and then ask her out reasonably without attracting attention.

The most terrible thing is that by doing this, he was equivalent to receiving a surrender certificate and completely boarding Du Weiguo's pirate ship.

There is no way out.