Chapter 997 Scarlet Approach
the other side.
Bourbon finally got the information he wanted from Vermouth.
"In this way, the last piece of the puzzle is finally complete."
He smiled, with arrogance, danger, evil charm, etc. on his face. It was hard to imagine that so many emotions could be hidden in a smile.
“So, what does it matter if you know this?
That guy named Kusuda Rikumichi, I do remember that he was a member of the organization, but at best he was just a junior member without even a code name, what's the big deal?"
Vermouth couldn't understand why Bourbon had to go to so much trouble for just a junior member, who was also a close friend of FBI agent Judy, and then deliberately created an accident - of course, the accident would have happened on its own so there was no need to waste effort.
She disguised herself as Judy and approached the stupid big guy to get information.
Speaking of that stupid big guy, he was really stupid. He was just in front of Judy's face, but he leaked important information without any preparation.
Although it was important information, in the end, all they found out was that Kusuda Rikumichi committed suicide with a pistol in his car.
Vermouth felt like she had been working in vain.
But Bourbon seemed very happy. However, he did not explain, but asked a question: "Kusuda Rikumichi committed suicide with a pistol. If it were you, what would you do?"
Vermouth was puzzled, but still raised her hand and made a shooting gesture, and said to her temple: "Just point the gun at my forehead like this..."
"That's right," Bourbon glanced at the rearview mirror. Of course, there was no car following them. "Then the bullet hole will remain clearly on the skull, even if it is...burned."
"Ah?" Vermouth was full of confusion. What was burnt?
Bourbon sneered and said slowly: "I said it before. When the communication with Kusuda Rikudo was cut off, almost at the same time, a man was shot in the head and his body was burned..."
Vermouth's pupils shrank suddenly, and a person whose figure lingered even after death appeared in her mind: "You mean..."
"Yes, that's the man!" Bourbon interrupted her impatiently, "FBI agent, Akai Shuichi!"
"How is that possible!" Belmode's pupils trembled, and she subconsciously rejected this answer, "Do you mean that man is still alive?!"
Bourbon nodded, "Yes, if my reasoning is correct."
Vermouth was stunned for a moment. As the car drove out of the tunnel, the bright lights dimmed and a ray of moonlight shone through the glass onto her face.
She laughed, and it was just a chuckle at first, but soon it turned into a hahaha laugh.
Vermouth glanced at Bourbon and said with a smile: "Unfortunately, your reasoning is completely wrong."
She spread her hands and said, "Because the man's death has been confirmed. It was the Japanese police who confirmed it, and the one who asked them to confirm it was the FBI."
"We have also tested the FBI's reaction many times since then. Their death of Akai Shuichi was not staged at all."
Vermouth propped her chin on the car door with one hand, and said with a half-smile: "I have said it before, the fingerprints of Akai Shuichi, who was shot in the head by Gil and burned with the car, are exactly the same as the fingerprints of Akai left on the detective boy's phone."
Bourbon uttered a sigh and asked, "Then why can fingerprints be collected from a charred corpse?"
Vermouth snorted. “That’s because the man kept his hands in the pockets of his fire-resistant pants. He’s the kind of man who had one hand in his pocket even when he was shooting at me with a shotgun at the dock that night.”
Vermouth was talking about the time when Shuichi Akai appeared at the last moment of the full moon.
Bourbon sneered: "Wow, so you were shot with a shotgun by Akai Shuichi at that time? No wonder you were so badly injured."
When they met up at the secret base, Vermouth had several broken ribs. Even Bourbon was shocked by such injuries. She was worthy of being Vermouth for being able to survive in such a situation.
He continued: "However, it is entirely possible that he kept his hands in his pockets to 'die' so that it would be easier for others to collect fingerprints later."
Vermouth said: "Since you don't believe it, do you want to watch the video of Kiel shooting?"
"Video? Are you talking about the footage from the hidden camera that Keel wore around his neck?"
"Yes, that camera did record the scene of that man's death."
"Also, the man said this before he died - I didn't expect it to come to this."
"Let me analyze it from my perspective as an actress. It was not meant to hint at anything, but was something I said from the bottom of my heart. It was not acting."
After saying so much, Vermouth turned away impatiently and complained, "But it's really disappointing that I have to go through so much trouble to play a show with you."
Bourbon fell silent, his eyes fixed on the road ahead, but he kept repeating those words in his mind - I didn't expect it would come to this.
I didn't expect it to come to this...
I didn't expect it to come to this...
I didn't expect it to come to this...
Suddenly, a figure flashed through Bourbon's mind. Thinking of the relationship between those two people, the corners of Bourbon's mouth slowly curled up - so that's how it is, he is worthy of being the man I have my eyes on.
The Full Moon incident, Shuichi Akai's death, and later the Suzuki Express incident.
Is all this in your calculations?
Yuuya Kamiya.
The original meaning of that sentence should be that he didn't expect it to be calculated to this extent, right?
Thinking of this, Bourbon was already fully confident in his guess. He said, "Forget it. I will prove to you whether my reasoning is correct or not. I will definitely leave you speechless then."
Vermouth looked at Bourbon in astonishment. Seeing his serious and confident expression, she smiled and said, "You sound so confident. Do you know where the undead is?"
Bourbon shook his head. "Not yet, but as long as there are clues, investigation is nothing to me. I can get the answer in less than a day."
Bourbon stepped on the accelerator and the Mazda began to accelerate, driving quickly towards Beika Town.
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At night, Subaru Okiya was sitting alone in the living room watching TV. There was an award ceremony on the screen.
Suddenly, the doorbell rang.
Okiya Subaru stood up, walked to the intercom and picked up the receiver: "Who is this?"
"I'm a deliveryman."
Okiya Subaru put down the phone and opened the door to the entrance.
A wheat-colored face appeared in front of Okiya Subaru.
"Good evening, nice to meet you..."
"My name is Amuro Toru."