Ke Xue: Shinichi and I are childhood friends

New Clinic

The dim room was filled with smoke, and the ashtray on the table was filled with stubbed cigarette butts.

Vermouth rubbed her painful forehead, resisted the urge to retch, drank a sip of water to moisten her throat, and sighed: "Kamiya Yuya, your existence really gave me a big problem!"

According to Gin, Shirley was rescued by Akai Shuichi, but now she appears next to Kamiya Yuya.

So Kamiya Yuya has a relationship with the FBI? But the recent investigation did not show any connection between them, and the woman was just tracking...

Did she miss something?

She turned her head and looked at the wall on the other side, where the photos were still posted.

"Time is running out." Vermouth murmured in a low voice, picked up a dart from the table with her backhand, aimed at the photo for a while, pretended to throw it, but put her hand down again.

"If possible, I hope you won't be involved..." Vermouth sighed, turned around, stared blankly at the dart in her hand, and suddenly swung it back, and the dart "poofed" and firmly nailed it on one of the photos.

At this time, the phone suddenly rang.

Vermouth's eyes fell, it was a mobile phone dedicated to the organization, who would call her at this time?

There was no caller ID on it, and after a little thought, she picked up the phone and pressed the answer button.

"Hello?"

"Hello, Vermouth."

"Bourbon?" Hearing this familiar and annoying voice, Vermouth frowned, but then thought of something and immediately relaxed.

"I heard that Gin was arrested and taken to the Metropolitan Police Department? Why didn't you inform me of such a good thing?" Bourbon's voice sounded a little gloating.

Vermouth ignored Bourbon's question, and a dangerous smile appeared on her lips: "Bourbon, you came at the right time..."

"Oh?"

After a moment, Vermouth said: "Then I'll leave it to you."

"No problem, I also thank you for bringing me such important information, and an appropriate return gift is also necessary. See you then."

"See you then."

The phone was hung up.

Vermouth sat at the table and operated the mouse to open the web page. There was a forum on it, with a vertical column of posts. Although the titles were different, the contents were all the same, and the ID of the post was also the same person, called "I Hate Fupu".

"Damn Fukuura Chizo, I must kill you!" "You made my favorite Nirvana series end badly, I won't let you go!" "Believe it or not, I will make your life end badly like it!"···

Vermouth smiled: "Haha, you have posted so many posts, it seems that you hate Fukuura Chizo very much, in this case, use me..."

The mouse clicked for a while, opened the private message interface of I hate Fukuura, and sent him a message: "You seem to hate Fukuura Chizo very much?"

After sending the private message, Vermouth lit another cigarette and waited slowly. This ID just posted a post a few minutes ago, and it should still be online now.

Sure enough, not long after the private message was sent, a reply was received.

"Of course, this damn guy actually made my favorite "Nirvana" end badly, and then went to make a shitty movie "Ghost Ship". I want to kill him!"

I hate Fu Pu's words are very radical, and he doesn't hide it at all. It can be seen that he really hates Fu Pu Chizo very much.

Belmode's smile deepened, and she immediately replied: "Do you really want to kill him? If I can provide you with a detailed plan and ensure that you will not be discovered, do you want to give it a try?"

After sending the private message, there was no immediate reply. After a while, the other party replied: "Really? Are you kidding?"

"I never joke," Belmode quickly tapped the keyboard, "Are you interested in listening to my plan? The stage of this plan is on that ghost ship. There is an event on that ship..."

Belmode roughly described her plan, and at the end she added a sentence: "How is it? My plan is perfect, right? As long as you act according to the plan, no one will be able to see through it. Are you eager to do it?"

Somewhere in a residential house

The owner of the room did not turn on the lights, and there was only a faint light from the monitor.

I hate Fupu sitting in front of the computer, staring at the screen with a dull look, his eyes full of various emotions, excitement, eagerness to try, and more fear.

After a while, he started typing on the keyboard with trembling hands: "Since your plan is so perfect, why don't you implement it yourself?"

On the other side of her head, Vermouth responded quickly: "Because I have more important things to do. So do you want to try it? I can help you prepare the things you need, you just need to follow the plan."

This time, the private message was not replied for more than ten minutes, but Vermouth was not anxious at all. She looked relaxed and took a puff of cigarette and blew out a few smoke rings.

For an ordinary person, he may be able to say all kinds of horrible remarks on the Internet, but if he really wants to kill people, I am afraid that few people can do it.

However, judging from the words used in the post, this person's hatred for Fukuura Chizo is not ordinary, and Vermouth is very confident that he can convince him.

Finally, I hate Fukuura's reply came, but what surprised Vermouth was that the other party actually refused.

"Thank you very much for your plan, but I think I'll forget it. Killing is wrong. If you are willing to do it yourself, I will wish you good luck. Don't worry, I won't tell anyone about this."

Rejected? Vermouth's smile slowly withered, and her expression became cold and weird. How could you refuse?

Unfortunately, it's too late to refuse now. Since you know my plan, how could I let you run away?

Her slender fingers jumped flexibly on the keyboard, but she typed out words full of danger: "No, I think you will be happy to carry out this plan..."

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I hate Fupu's family

I hate Fupu looking at the photos and videotapes in the package, and his whole body is cold.

The photos are daily life photos of him and his family, from various angles, and seem to be taken at a very close distance. There are several frontal photos, and they are marked with big red pen.

But I hate Fupu for not knowing who took the photos and when they were taken.

I hate Fupu for putting the videotape into the VCR. After a burst of snowflakes flashed on the TV, the picture that appeared made me hate Fupu for being instantly overwhelmed by huge fear.

I hate Fu Pu rushed to the computer, opened the private chat interface that had just been closed, and sent a message to the person on the other end: "What on earth do you want to do???!!!..."

A series of question marks and exclamation marks exposed his fear and panic.

The reply came almost immediately, as if the person on the other end had been waiting for her, and it said: "I told you that you will be happy to implement my plan."

I hate Fu Pu stared at the screen, his body trembling violently, and after a long time, he dropped his shoulders as if giving up.

He never thought that he would provoke a demon just by venting his anger online.

"I know, I will do what you say. But please don't hurt my family!"

"Don't worry, as long as you carry out my plan obediently, I won't touch your family. And I told you that no one will see through this plan."

"I know..."