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The troubled problem was solved by vodka on demand.

Natsuki walked out of Polestar Bar with a relaxed smile.

When he returned to the car, the expression on Natsuki's face all converged.

After the combination of multiple information, some things have gradually become clear.

The case itself may be an ordinary case.

But there is a fight between several parties behind it.

(1) Figures related to Party A are suspected to be the real culprits of this case, so they chose to prevent Xia Mu from investigating the case.

(2) The people of Party B sent the case to Natsuki and used Natsuki to carry out partisan fighting.

After the old lady, the people who came to Natsuki's house may have these people's arrangements, trying to create a scene of petitioning for all people.

People who have personally experienced that kind of scene are easily swayed by emotions and answer to the other side.

However, the other party calculated thousands of calculations and did not calculate that Xia Mu did not go out behind closed doors.

(3) The members of Party C, that is, certain members of the organization and control, choose to stand on the sidelines and reap the benefits of the fishermen.

They are willing to help Natsuki in any way they can.

These are all the information that is now on the surface.

There are still doubts in many places.

- Party B and Party C, perhaps a party, played a role in this incident.

Although he finally scammed vodka, vodka did not show abnormality, but Natsuki did not dispel this suspicion.

——Who exactly chose Natsuki as the candidate for this investigation.

There are so many detectives, since it is to choose a tool person, a victim, why not choose someone else?

Although there are many candidates and speculations in his heart, Natsuki is still not sure.

No matter who it is, since these people regard Natsuki as a pawn at the mercy of others, put it on the chessboard, and consider themselves to be the chess master, then they must be prepared to be lifted by Xia Mu.

Tap-Tap!

Natsuki's fingers tapped lightly on the steering wheel.

He had a slowly burning cigarette in his mouth.

He was waiting.

and other intelligence on vodka.

Just as Natsuki was smoking his fourth cigarette, the vodka mail finally arrived.

On the mail is information collated by vodka.

......

According to the address on the intelligence, Natsuki came to the old man's house.

It was in front of an old house.

Around the house, there are potholes everywhere, and there are many machines under construction.

Dozens of meters of good tower cranes, hanging several tons of steel and timber, passing by the roof of the house without anything.

I don't care at all, if the rope breaks and the tower is lifted down, what will happen to the people living in this lonely house.

According to the data, this area was planned by the island government as a place similar to the summit venue.

And the lonely old people rely on scavenging for a living.

Leaving here, the grandchildren had nowhere to go, so they became nail households.

Natsuki got out of the car and saw an old man sitting outside the door, his eyes staring blankly into the distance.

The old man's face had dried up and was almost dead.

The slightly opened eyes were already cloudy.

Her eyes looked faintly into the distance, empty and numb.

It seems that through this reinforced concrete, you can see the village that used to be full of cooking smoke.

Or hopefully, after the sun goes down, my grandson will come home from the slanting sun covered in mud as usual.

Or maybe the old man was just waiting, waiting for night to fall.

Wait for life to pass away.

Natsuki pursed his lips.

This scene in front of him may be partly due to him.

"Old man, who are you waiting for?"

Natsuki spoke up, recalling the old man's thoughts.

The old man slowly withdrew his gaze and glanced up at Xia Mu, his eyes were empty and dead.

As if the reason why Natsuki's smile might be mild, the old man's lips squirmed for a moment, and he slowly spit out a few words.

The voice is hoarse and dry.

"Can't wait, Xiaoshu, this kid is naughty, leave me and go first

..." "I'm waiting for death to take me away, but God doesn't seem to notice me..."

Natsuki was silent, and after a moment slowly spoke.

"Old man, why didn't you go to my house today?"

Hearing Natsuki's words.

The old man froze for a moment.

Then he turned his head.

In those numb eyes, there was no color, only gray.

Then she seemed to remember Natsuki's identity, and her eyes fanned slightly in her empty eyes.

Emerge, if not hope.

It's miserable.

The old man forced a little smile,

"No need anymore..."

she sighed faintly.

"No need..."

Suddenly, the old man began to cough violently.

The sound was like a broken bellows, panting and panting, and the body trembled with coughing.

Only then did Natsuki notice.

The old man leaned sideways, and his hand on the recliner was bent very strangely.

The old man faced things in this direction of Natsuki.

The palm of that hand was facing away from Xia Mu, strangely twisted.

Natsuki suddenly remembered.

Akemi Miyano mentioned before that the old man had been clutching his pocket, which might be preparing a commission fee for Natsuki.

The expression on Xia Mu's face turned cold in an instant.

These people can clearly deal with the old man quietly, but they choose the most cruel way to cut off the hope of the old man.

How cruel is this?

And in any case, as long as Natsuki came to the old man, he took the case on his behalf.

Whether there is a so-called commission fee or not.

But these people still did.

Part of the reason for this may be that it was made for Natsuki.

Is this killing chickens and monkeys?

Or do you think that you gave too many sweet dates, and the previous stick was not beaten hard enough?

"Old man, do you sell this house?"

Xia Mu squatted in front of the old man and asked in a gentle tone.

"Take it if you want."

The old man slowly closed his eyes.

"That's a good feeling, I see that it has been demolished here, this house, maybe it will lose a lot of money."

Natsuki had a gentle smile on his face.

"This money is used as my commission fee, what do you think?"

"It is estimated that there is still left, to find you a doctor, after all, if you are not there, who will supervise whether I have completed the commission."

"No..."

the old man laughed miserably and shook his head.

"There is not so much money, and besides, it can't make it difficult for you, you can't fight them."

"It's different, some money you can't get, in exchange for me, they dare not give it."

Natsuki said with a smile.

Hearing this, the old man slowly opened his eyes.

"Have you heard of the Karasuma Group?"

A strong light suddenly flashed in the old man's eyes.

"Listen... Listened! This was previously repaired by the Karasuma Group! "

Sixty years ago, the Karasuma Group was founded, and the huge Karasuma family unbridled into many fields.

The old man remembers impressively.

When it was first built, high-ranking officials dressed meticulously sneered at the supervisors of the Karasuma Group.

At that time, in the eyes of the old man, those officials were already a great existence.

"So, you can rest assured that I will earn this money."

Natsuki smiled and reached out to help the old man up.