My lover is this organization

Have a leg~

……

The memorial service officially began not long after.

As a middle-aged man wearing glasses and looking to be in his forties walked onto the stage, the red curtain at the front of the hall was slowly drawn open, and the host's loud voice resounded throughout the venue through the microphone.

"Good evening, everyone. Now we will enjoy these slides that Director Sakamaki kept and never made public during his lifetime."

Oh, so fast...

Under the chandelier in the center of the venue, Qin Wuque was thinking as he was happily eating a whole plate of food in the crowd.

He was dragged out by Captain Qin in the afternoon to buy a suit and travel, so he hasn't had dinner yet and is already starving.

There happened to be enough food and drink available at the memorial service, and in order to demonstrate their gentlemanly and ladylike demeanor, the celebrities had already filled their stomachs at home before coming here, so most of the food prepared on site was untouched, while the consumption of drinks was relatively normal.

So, I won’t be polite!

Anyway, basically no one here knows him, so there is no question of losing face.

Great!

On the stage, the host turned on the projector, and as soon as the slide was projected onto the screen, someone on the side helped press the switch to turn off the lighting facilities. The entire venue was instantly shrouded in darkness, making the slides on the screen particularly clear.

But it's still very blurry...

Projected on the big screen is a photo that looks quite old, with a black and white filter unique to that era of the last century. The picture is not nearly as clear as photos taken with current mobile phones.

"Dear guests, does anyone know when and where this photo was taken..."

On the stage, the host had already begun to introduce the contents of the slides, and the light from the projector made the glasses on his face look pale.

Qin Wuque didn't want to listen to these things that didn't interest him at all. He felt someone approaching him in the darkness. His short and chaotic breathing revealed the person's inner uneasiness, as well as the sound of fabric rubbing against each other. It seemed that this guy was looking back and forth, probably for the purpose of looking for someone.

As for who to look for, there is probably no need to say more.

Qin Wuque did not respond at all, but continued to concentrate on the food in his hand.

After a while, Tunkou Shigehiko, who still couldn't find the contact person, felt like he was about to pee because of waiting. He finally couldn't help it and asked cautiously and tentatively in a low voice.

"Hello? Is...that person there?"

Perhaps his voice was too soft, or perhaps the contact person didn't hear it at all. In any case, the host's passionate voice still responded to him... and the smacking sounds made by some guy who was eating and drinking excessively.

It's already this late and you're still eating your m!

The politician couldn't help but curse in his heart.

But within two seconds, the annoying smacking sound magically disappeared.

Stopped?

Tunkou Shigehiko couldn't help but feel a little ecstatic.

But just as he was about to make another secret contact, a crisp sound of metal breaking suddenly exploded above his head.

And someone whispered something in his ear.

"Your grandmother is sick."

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The last sentence in English is from Mr. Bean's Secret Service, ah... but I think almost no one watches Mr. Bean now. I think I watched it when I was in elementary school or junior high school. I have forgotten the others, but I remember this sentence very clearly. It was Mr. Bean looking for the contact person for a secret code, and then asking them one by one with this sentence. It was very unfamiliar.

Chapter 121: Soft Leader Qin

In a flash, before anyone in the venue could react to what was happening, a series of sudden earth-shaking noises ensued.

boom!

This is the sound of metal breaking.

Pong!

This is the sound of metal colliding.

boom!

The sound of something heavy falling to the ground.

Wow!

And the sound of glass breaking.

The whole process took no more than one second. Many people did not react until the heavy object fell to the ground, while some people were forced to wake up and react after feeling their trouser legs being hit by flying objects.

Although the noise sounded very much like the sound of Yu Qian's father farting, it was obvious that no one present thought so.

For a moment, the entire venue was boiling with chaos and shouting everywhere.

"what happened!"

"What happened!"

"It seems like something fell down!"

"It's too dark, I can't see anything!"

"Then turn on the light! Where are the people! Turn on the light quickly!"

as well as……

“Baji, baji, baji!”

After a few seconds, the lighting in the venue came back on, and light once again descended upon the huge room.

...but it seems a lot dimmer than before.

But this is understandable, because the crystal chandelier, which is the largest, brightest and most expensive lighting facility in the entire conference hall, is gone.

It fell down, and the entire huge lamp cover hit the ground. The splashing objects that some people felt hitting their trouser legs just now were the glass fragments that exploded when the crystal chandelier fell to the ground.

And under the huge lampshade, a pool of dazzling dark red blood was slowly spreading out. Upon closer inspection, one could find a body lying underneath that was no longer in shape and was almost torn into pieces.

"Smash...smash someone to death!!!"

Screams were heard, and all the people who were standing under the crystal chandelier immediately took a big step back in a distant direction, as if they had seen some extremely terrifying scene.

Oh no, it seems quite scary.

Qin Wuque continued to quickly finish the food on the plate, looked around and nodded in understanding, but he was unaware that he, who was still mixed in the crowd a second ago, had been isolated at this moment, and a vacuum zone with a radius of two meters had formed around him.

To be precise, the center of the circle was the huge crystal chandelier that fell at his feet.

Another two seconds passed before this guy seemed to suddenly wake up. With the delay from Mars connecting to the Great Wall Broadband and directly connecting to Ubisoft's server, he slowly forced an expression on his face that looked like the world-famous painting "The Scream". Then he quickly finished the remaining food on the plate in two or three bites, threw away the plate and chopsticks, let out a scream of "Oh my God", and rushed into the crowd. His running speed was comparable to that of Hong Kong reporters.

Everyone's eyes couldn't help but twitch a few times, thinking where did this comedian come from? He is so weird that he didn't forget to ease the atmosphere even in such a situation.

At this moment, the door of the memorial hall was suddenly pushed open from the outside, and a man in a round orange coat walked in. The police officers following him were like crane wings, lined up on both sides of his body. Their firm and powerful steps gathered together and gave people an unstoppable feeling. Wherever they went, the dense crowd in the venue was separated like water encountering reefs, until they came to the fallen crystal chandelier in the center of the venue.

The man in the orange coat looked around the room, his tone leaving no room for doubt: "I am Inspector Megure of the Tokyo Metropolitan Police Department's First Investigation Division, the Third Division of the Criminal Investigation Division."

"Good, very energetic~"

Someone was pinching his nose and screaming behind the crowd.

"Who!?" Inspector Megure reacted very quickly and looked in the direction of the voice.

Logically speaking, if looks could cause harm, then everyone within his sight would be like those glanced at by Cyclops in the X-Men, and everyone in a line would fall down.

Unfortunately, it was not possible, so Inspector Megure also couldn't see that someone was secretly laughing and bending over at the back of the crowd.

Besides, a murder has just happened. Compared to those who want to cause trouble at this critical juncture, Megure Jusan's reason tells him that he should focus more on the case.

So he waved his hand and said, "Everyone, stay where you are. Do not approach the crime scene. Gao Mu, take the forensic department to start the investigation!"

"Yes!"

At the same time, Pisco, who was at the back of the crowd, looked helplessly at the two people entangled next to him.

Gin was seen covering Qin Wuque's mouth, which was bulging and making a popping sound, with one hand from behind, and pinching the soft flesh on the latter's waist with the other hand. His beautiful dark green eyes glared at him again and again, full of warnings.

To be honest, if she hadn't been quick enough to cover the guy's mouth to stop him from laughing, they would have been taken to the police by now.

"You'll feel uncomfortable if you don't commit suicide, right?" the silver-haired beauty whispered in his ear.

However, all she got in response was a series of whimpering sounds from Qin Wuque that sounded completely meaningless.

The general meaning when translated is - Captain Qin, your breasts are so soft, please be more forceful.

It’s a pity that Gin didn’t understand dog language, otherwise she would have been so furious that she would have pulled out her gun and shot the damn rapist to death on the spot.

"Police? Coming so quickly?" someone suddenly said.

The person who spoke was a middle-aged man with a shaved head but thick beard and a macho look. His name was Sanping Yasuo, and he was said to be the owner of a football team. He was about sixty years old. He was holding a plate of fried rice in his hand and chewing it slowly, just like Qin Wuque before. It seemed that the murder case had not affected his appetite at all.

"Ah, because we received a call from the police in advance saying that someone was going to commit murder here tonight, but we didn't expect that the murder had already happened as soon as we arrived." Officer Megure turned his head and explained.

How come I received the emergency call in advance?

Isn't this in the river?

Qin Wuque was stunned for a moment, and so were Captain Qin, whose front armor was pressed against his back, and Pisco, who was pretending to look around at the scenery.

The three of them couldn't help but look at each other. Gin gave Pisco a look, and Pisco immediately understood and walked through the crowd alone to the front.

His official identity is the chairman of the automobile company, so of course it is most appropriate for him to negotiate.

"So can the police please reveal to us the identity of the person who called the police?" Pisco said, "Maybe the person who called is the real murderer and wants to clear himself of suspicion by crying thief, or is this just a coincidence?"

"We are sorry that we cannot reveal the caller's phone number." Officer Megure's face was gloomy. "That person used a voice-changing software when calling the police, so we, the police, have no way of knowing his true identity."

"Then... isn't this obviously a prank?" Pisco was also a little confused. He thought it was too easy for the police to respond. They could be called out casually with just a phone call.

Do you not consider the possibility that this is a prank?

"But now the murder has indeed happened." Inspector Megure turned his gaze to the forensic officers who were investigating around the crystal chandelier not far away.

"Police department!"

Next to the fallen crystal chandelier, Gao Mu suddenly stood up, holding the small notebook in his hand and ran to his direct superior, whispering: "We found that the broken part of the chandelier chain was pulled apart, so it is very likely caused by disrepair."

"So the possibility of an accident is higher, right?" Inspector Megure nodded thoughtfully.

Qin Wuque, who was standing at the back of the crowd, curled his lips and thought to himself that this was natural. After all, he had pulled the chandelier down with his bare hands, which was why he didn't ask Pisco for a knife or a gun.

If the chain is broken with a knife or a gun, the broken end will not appear as a torn wound, but rather as a cut or broken state, which can be easily exposed with a quick inspection.

What is a professional team?

"Then please keep this matter confidential. Our police have temporarily classified it as an accident and will continue to investigate..."

"Ok?"

Just as Inspector Megure was about to announce the disbandment, Qin Wuque suddenly caught a glimpse out of the corner of his eye and saw the door of the venue in the distance seem to open and close, and a small figure hurriedly ran out.

Wait, is that him?

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I... actually am not suitable for offering any bounties, because I am the type who will get completely bored once I have had enough fun, so I can only code a little bit every day, otherwise if I write too much at once, I will have no motivation to write later, and then I will just take a break... It was the same with the last book, I didn't offer any bounties from beginning to end. If you are happy, just xdm to open a custom subscription, and having subscriptions and in-depth posts is the greatest comfort for me.

Chapter 122: Leader Qin's Femininity Upup

Even though someone called the police first, someone did die, and the victim was a controversial politician, the Tokyo Metropolitan Police Department could not conclude that this was a premeditated assassination based on these three points alone.

To solve a case, one must have evidence.

Moreover, all the evidence now shows that Shigehiko Tsuguchi's death was an accident. He was killed because the hook of the crystal chandelier in the Beido Hotel was broken due to disrepair. Therefore, it is not easy for the police to say that this was a homicide.

Furthermore, most of the people attending the memorial service tonight are celebrities from all walks of life, public figures whose random words can stir up a wave of public opinion. If the police not only fail to produce decisive evidence to confirm that it was a homicide but also intend to forcibly detain people, the Metropolitan Police Department's remaining dignity will basically be wiped out.

What? Why is it the only remaining dignity?

Isn't it obvious? As a national agency responsible for maintaining public order, for a long period of time in the past, all homicide cases had to be solved with the help of folk detectives... no, to be more precise, the help of heavy fans of folk detective mystery novels in order to catch the murderers. Can such a public security agency really have any dignity?

So in a nutshell, it’s just one sentence.

Let him go.