Unusual Fate Records

Chapter 231.022. Fujiwara's Highlight Moment

PARKING LOT.

The extended cordon surrounded the garage in layers, and the red warning lights diligently spun around.

In the center of the cordon, a charred wreck that could hardly be called a car was being cooled by the spray of fire hoses. One of the headlights was shattered, and the other half was sunken deep in the front, like a closed-eye Beetle, completely dead.

The surrounding operators were taking photos as evidence. The camera lights flickered, and in the brief moments when they lit up, you could see Fujiwara Chizuru's unpredictable expression.

The puddles left from the firefighting efforts echoed hollowly when stepped on.

"Section Chief, the car owner's information is out. She's a woman in her thirties, and she says she doesn't know why her car got involved in this horrific incident," Tanaka reported.

"Yes, the suspect has been basically identified."

Fujiwara Chizuru's face was far from relaxed; it was precisely because it was that same person again that the situation seemed so troublesome.

Every time I get involved with him, I have a feeling that something big is about to happen.

"Judging from the extent of the damage at the scene, both sides were incredibly strong." A masked woman wearing a black metal mask slowly stepped forward, holding the hand of a little girl who was two heads shorter than her, dressed in a beige Lolita dress, but with a very aloof personality.

The woman unpacked the box and touched the exposed steel bars of the pillar. There were faint signs of twisting during the process of bearing the load. The fine sand mixed in the cracks fell at the slightest touch, indicating that the pillar was already extremely fragile.

"The force of that punch was probably enough to penetrate a 50-millimeter-thick steel plate. The attacker may have had extremely high brute strength; and judging from the scorch marks on the ground, there was also a master of fire control. The instantaneous high temperature scorched the rubber, and the parking lot was not well ventilated to begin with, and now you can still smell that odor."

Fujiwara Chizuru nodded.

“There are still some marks from the tight ropes.” Fujiwara Chizuru walked to the side. “There are some white spots on this pillar, which are obviously bound by very strong thin ropes. There are similar marks on the pillar opposite. The tire tracks on the ground are messy and overlapping. This is the main road in and out. It is not difficult to judge that the charred car was once restricted by these thin ropes.”

After analyzing the situation, Fujiwara Chizuru turned to look at the cars that had been knocked to pieces and looked down at the tires on the road.

Just then, Tanaka's phone beeped.

"Section Chief, the parking lot surveillance backup has been sent over."

Fujiwara Chizuru walked over and said, "Let me see."

The video surveillance finally proved reliable. Here we can see that the first person to enter was a young man wearing a white shirt and black pants, with a pale half-crying, half-smiling mask on. He was clearly prepared to be exposed. The appearances of the four people who followed him were also clearly visible.

“Can we locate the surveillance equipment along the way based on their appearance?” Fujiwara Chizuru said. “I have a feeling that this group of people gathering together and chasing ‘Mirror’ must be related to him in some way.”

"Shouldn't we check what kind of conflict they had?"

Tanaka asked.

"Yes, but it's not a high priority. We don't have the means to arrest them; our immediate priority is to locate them."

Without turning her head, Fujiwara Chizuru said, "Contact the Metropolitan Police Department immediately and request the Special Investigations Unit to access the street surveillance footage. As long as we follow the surveillance cameras along the way, I don't believe we won't find that group of people."

"Including—a 'mirror' without a mask."

Tanaka's expression brightened.

Yes, with such valuable clues, we can naturally find their trail, and arresting them won't be so troublesome: "Hai!"

Fujiwara Chizuru strode toward the elevator and said, "Let's go to the property management office of this office building first. There should be other surveillance cameras there that can capture the clues we need."

The woman unpacking the box and the silent little girl followed Fujiwara away.

The task Ling assigned them was to protect Fujiwara Chizuru's safety, and even to give her the authority to act boldly.

Looking at Fujiwara Chizuru's radiant appearance, Tanaka felt that she must be genuinely satisfied. It wasn't the kind of satisfaction that comes from gaining some kind of honor or indulging in power, but rather a state of being in progress, radiating warmth and light like the sun, making her look glowing.

"Tanaka, hurry up and catch up," Fujiwara Chizuru reminded him as she stepped into the elevator, still in a daze.

"Here you are." Tanaka Igarashi grinned sheepishly and quickly followed.

monitoring room.

Fujiwara Chizuru's previously untapped abilities were finally unleashed.

She could play the first dozens of monitor feeds almost simultaneously. While the staff who sit in the monitoring room all year round could also do that, they were more focused on where unexpected situations might occur. Fujiwara Chizuru, on the other hand, was searching for the clues she needed from the 4x4 monitor feed.

The former emphasizes the "existence" of an event based on its "occurrence," while Fujiwara seeks out clues from everyday "lurking."

The policewoman stared at the screen, the fluorescent light reflecting off her glasses and illuminating her unmoving eyes.

Tanaka couldn't keep up with her pace, so he could only try his best to glance left and right. They were still extracting key surveillance footage, and the large amount of video data, combined with the small screen, made it even more difficult. Before long, his eyes started to sting.

The policewoman clicked her mouse rapidly, marking all the angles from which the other party had been filmed and copying them to her hard drive.

After a long while, she leaned back in her chair and let out a long sigh.

"Section Chief, have you made any discoveries?" Tanaka was finding it rather difficult to maintain this observation.

"I have roughly figured out the whole process."

Fujiwara Chizuru turned to him and said.

“Look, surveillance camera number 3 shows that ‘Mirror’ walked into the parking lot first. Notice his expression. He didn’t go to the parking lot immediately. Instead, he glanced around before deciding to go to the parking lot. When he made up his mind, you could clearly feel that his steps quickened.”

Chizuru Fujiwara circled the screen with a laser pointer and said, "This means that the other party is also reacting on short notice. In fact, based on our past experience fighting him, he is not fully prepared at this moment. At least the trench coat that conceals his figure has not yet appeared. This means that he was forced to choose the underground parking garage as the venue due to the haste."

"The advantage of an underground parking garage is that it's less crowded and more spacious, making it easier to fight. This shows that he was also prepared for a fierce battle."

Fujiwara Chizuru's thoughts were becoming increasingly erratic, and Tanaka smiled wryly, realizing that her tireless work ethic had returned.

"Looking at those people, and on the other side, the security guard on duty has been subdued. Clearly, these people are also part of the same group. So, at least nine people were involved in the attack on 'Mirror'."

"Um……"

"It's not hard to tell that 'Mirror' discovered they were being followed, which is why it decided to find a place where it could shake them off. And the other side is also very clever, seemingly possessing some kind of tracking method that allows them to form a pincer movement."

"However, they still failed, and in the end, 'Mirror' escaped."

“How come you see?”

Fujiwara Chizuru repeatedly jumped to the end of the surveillance footage and said, "Notice how these people left. They didn't leave from the garage, but from the first floor. And several of them were seriously injured. If they could have dealt with it in the underground garage, why would they go upstairs? Especially given their conspicuous attire, were they just thirsty and going upstairs to order a cup of milk tea?"

“What would they be doing upstairs? Looking for someone, of course.” Fujiwara tapped the laser pointer on the table and said, “And don’t forget, ‘Mirror’ is best at hiding. If surveillance were useful to him, he wouldn’t be wandering aimlessly around Kyoto right now.”

"Makes sense."

The man nodded.

But both Fujiwara Chizuru and the woman unpacking the box were startled; this wasn't Tanaka's voice!

They turned around abruptly, and a man who looked like an office worker, dressed in a white shirt and black pants, appeared silently behind them.

"I was just thinking about wrapping things up, but I didn't expect you guys to be so quick."

the man said.

I highly recommend SF's book, "I Was Reborn as Their Rental Girlfriend." It's so heartwarming that I couldn't put it down, and I can't even write anything for myself today.

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(End of this chapter)