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Looks like you've found the right place.

Serabel felt a little more confident.

Although theoretically these could be footprints left by a homeless person nearby, if you look closely you will find that although one of the two sets of footprints is clearer, it means that the person who left the footprints was a heavy person, a fat man, but his steps were not slow.

Although he is fat, he walks very briskly, which means he is in good shape.

Perfectly suited to the image of Jack Waltz.

The other footprint was larger, and there was also no sign of dragging. It was speculated that the person was at least 1.8 meters tall and weighed nearly 200 kilograms. He took big steps and must have been a very strong man.

Most likely Kevin Yoshino.

With this thought in mind, Serabelle followed the footprints all the way up the stairs and soon arrived at the rooftop on the sixth floor.

Although it is a rooftop, the wind is slightly stronger than on the ground, but because of the direct sunlight it is not that cold. Instead, it is warm, and the footprints under your feet are becoming more and more clearly visible.

Serabelle observed carefully and found that the footprints that were most likely Kevin Yoshino's went up to the rooftop, turned around and went down, while Jack Waltz's footprints stayed at the edge of the north rooftop for a while, and seemed to hesitate back and forth for a while. There were several footprints on the ground in a small area facing different directions.

Serabelle stepped on the footprints one by one, imitating Jack Waltz's posture at that time, and finally came to a conclusion.

The place where the murderer met Jack Waltz should be the Chigusa Hotel across the street. The reason why he came to the rooftop to observe was to find a perfect location for sniping.

but--

Just as Serabel was about to leave after turning around according to the footprints, he suddenly noticed a pair of Jack Waltz's footprints about half a meter away from his feet, and they seemed quite clear and powerful.

A little curious, Serabelle found it difficult to understand Jack Waltz's mental state. She couldn't figure out what this guy saw in that direction to feel so excited, so she walked over and stepped on the footprints again.

Looking up, he saw that right in front of the tip of his left foot was another abandoned residential building, which was taller than the one he was standing on, probably about seven or eight stories high.

According to laws and regulations, residential buildings with more than six floors must have barrier-free elevators. So unlike the bare rooftop where Serabelle is at the moment, there is a raised elevator room on the top of the other residential building.

The window glass of the elevator room was just the right one to see the rooftop on his side from the side, and it was facing the towering Suzuki Tower in the distance.

On the window glass, you can vaguely see a five-pointed star that was recently painted with white paint.

豁~

Chapter 620 Wise Choice

It was evening, 6:30 pm.

The afterglow of the setting sun in the sky had long since disappeared, and the daily night fell upon Tokyo as usual.

Still on the Moto-Asakusa Pedestrian Street in the Asakusa area.

On the top of a taller residential building next to the one that Serabelle had visited during the day, a rather fat figure quietly appeared in the dark and deserted rooftop elevator room.

The bright moonlight shone in from the window, and the curly golden hair could be vaguely seen.

The visitor was Jack Waltz, who was carrying a guitar bag.

He had come here before noon to conduct environmental reconnaissance.

As a former elite sniper of the US military, Jack Waltz is definitely in the first echelon in terms of professional qualities.

Superb sniping skills, a calm mind, careful thinking, and...multiple people's one-step prediction.

Just like the footprints that Serabelle saw in the abandoned residential building in the afternoon, when Jack Waltz first arrived in Asakusa, the first thing he thought of was to use the murderer's plan to kill him.

So his idea was to strike first. Since both sides were already in a situation of fighting to the death, he might as well go all out. It would be better for him to occupy a favorable position and set up his gun first, waiting for the murderer to appear and then shoot.

But as I said, when experts compete, the winner often depends on whether they can predict one step further.

Since the murderer wanted to kill him, he would definitely choose the same gun position as he is now.

And if Jack Waltz wants to counterattack, he can only go to a sniper point where he is more vulnerable.

...which was the elevator room on the top floor of another taller abandoned residential building where he was now.

Through the window of the machine room, Jack Waltz could clearly see the empty rooftop facing the Chigusa Hotel not far away.

Also, there was a white five-pointed star on the window glass, which he had not seen when he came in the morning.

! ! ?

Under the hazy moonlight, Jack Waltz suddenly felt the soles of his feet go cold and all the hairs on his body stood up instantly.

It was like an old hunter who was extremely cautious while exploring in the jungle and suddenly heard a low death tiger roar coming from behind him.

"Wha..."

How is this possible? This is absolutely impossible! It wasn't there when he came in the morning!

Unless it was the murderer, Hunter's ghost...but how could it be possible!

boom! ! !

His thoughts came to an abrupt halt as the sound of glass shattering pierced the night sky. A sniper bullet whizzed in from the top of the observation hall in the middle section of the Suzuki Tower, right in the center of the five-pointed star logo on the window opposite, across a distance of nearly a thousand meters and pierced Jack Waltz's forehead.

In an instant, the head exploded under the drive of huge kinetic energy, leaving only a headless corpse that shook twice and then fell backwards with a thud.

At the same time, Kevin Yoshino, who was on the top of the observation hall in the middle section of the Suzuki Tower, looked at Jack Waltz, who was already deader than dead, in the sight, and slowly exhaled a wisp of white mist from his mouth facing the cold evening breeze at high altitude.

Thus, his revenge was over.

Rest in peace, Mr. Hunter.

Kevin Yoshino stood up from a crawling position with an expressionless face, disassembled the sniper rifles one by one and put them into his backpack, then turned and walked towards the stairs going down.

But at this moment, a ding sound was heard in the observation hall below, indicating that the elevator had arrived.

……

"Really? Whose prank is this?"

In the empty circular observation hall, as the elevator that had just arrived at the designated floor stopped, the shield doors slowly opened to both sides. The white light in the elevator dispelled the darkness in front of the door, and the mixed voice of the girl's complaints came out from it.

The first one to walk out was naturally Yuanzi, who had his hands on his hips and looked very angry.

Xiaolan was beside her, and behind her were Mitsuhiko, Genta, and Ayumi, the other three little ones.

Hearing her friend's complaints, the unicorn girl asked curiously.

"Prank? Why are you so nervous?"

"Huh? Oh..."

Yuanzi turned around, looked at each other, spread his hands and shrugged.

"Well, is there any need to explain? There is no one else up here except us, but when we wanted to come up, the elevator was on this side, so we had to wait for more than a minute. No matter how we think about it, it could only be that the last person who went down pressed a few buttons to send the empty elevator up... Really, why do we have to do such a thing that hurts others and does not benefit ourselves?"

"Ahaha~"

Xiaolan thought about it and found that it was true. She couldn't help but laugh awkwardly.

Not far away, by the floor-to-ceiling window of the observation hall, the three little ones who had scattered as soon as they got out of the elevator quickly lost interest in the place after circling the venue.

After all, only adults who have experienced the hardships of life have the right to have infinite subjective thoughts about objective scenery. In comparison, a simple-minded child will not have any psychological fluctuations even if a famous painting by Van Gogh is placed in front of him.

You might even complain that it's not as good as the cartoon you watched on the children's channel yesterday.

Yuantai trotted to Yuanzi on his fat short legs and said pleadingly.

"Hey, Sister Sonoko, can we go to the observation deck to have a look? It's so boring to look from inside~"

"What?!"

Yuanzi was stunned by this request and immediately refused.

"No! What are you dreaming about? I think you have too little homework for your spring break. Who would go to the rooftop to enjoy the view? It's three or four hundred meters above the ground and the wind is very strong. If you are blown away and fall down, you will be smashed into a pulp!"

"Alas!"

I have to say that this threat did have some effect. When Yuantai heard that he was going to be smashed into a pulp, his round face changed color instantly, and he covered his mouth with his hands, looking terrified.

In line with the principle of combining kindness and severity, Yuanzi changed the subject again.

"But if you want to see a better view, I can take you to the top floor. It's more than 600 meters above the ground, and the view is much wider than here~"

"Really?"

"Great!"

Children are children. Yesterday they refused to eat rice pudding, but tomorrow they are asking for a double portion.

When they heard that they could go to a higher place to see the scenery, the three little ones who had been rejected for their request just a second ago immediately became overjoyed again.

Yuanzi smiled smugly and pointed in the direction of another elevator: "Then let's go?"

"Oh!!!"*3

A moment later, as the observation hall on the first floor in the middle section of the Suzuki Tower returned to silence, light footsteps were heard at the stairs leading to the outer terrace.

Kevin Yoshino, wearing tactical equipment and carrying a backpack, stepped into the observation hall. After looking around to confirm that there was no one, he walked towards the elevator going down.

However, what he did not realize was that the next second after he walked down the stairs, at the entrance of the stairs leading to the rooftop from the observation hall, a dark figure quietly opened his indifferent eyes in the darkness, and sharp silver threads fell silently between his loosened fingers.

Very good, wise choice.

Chapter 621: This is another way of playing that Kisaki Eri has never tried before

At eight o'clock in the evening, in an underground garage in a residential area near the center of Tokyo, bright car lights illuminate the dim space.

At the same time, at the main entrance of the community, a luxury car with the Suzuki Group logo printed on its door was parked on the side of the road.

The back door opened and Xiaolan got out of the car. She turned around and waved towards the car with a smile.

"Then I'll be going back first. Good night, Sonoko, and Genta Ayumi Mitsuhiko as well."

"Bye~"*3

The three little ones in the car waved sensibly towards their sister who was once very familiar to them...and of course they are still very familiar with her now, but in theory they no longer remember her.

Only Yuanzi smiled and made an OK gesture.

"Well, it's a little early to say goodnight. After all, I still have to send these three brats back first. Lan, you should go back first. See you later~"

"Yeah, sorry to bother you again, Sonoko. See you later."

Xiaolan paused in the middle of her words, smiled mischievously, closed the car door, and turned to walk into the community.

The car behind him started up slowly and drove away. Sitting in the back seat, Yuanzi looked out through the coated car window at the back of her friend who was gradually moving away, with her chin held up and her lips pursed.

"How strange..."

"What's wrong, Sonoko-san?"

The most thoughtful person among the people present was Ayumi. When she saw that Sonoko was obviously worried, she immediately asked curiously.

"No, how should I put it..."

Sonoko smacked his lips and scratched his head.

"I don't know if you little brats have felt it, but at least for me, Lan now occasionally gives me the feeling that she has recovered her memory."

"Really?" Mitsuhiko asked curiously.

"Ah, sometimes she says things that don't seem like she has forgotten how things used to be."

Sonoko tilted her head slightly.

"Don't you feel that way?"

“It’s okay… I guess.” This is Mitsuhiko who is uncertain.

"Absolutely not."