Organization's Peripheral Member?
Pause the video.
Zoom in, and zoom in again.
Then he saw the dump truck driver seem to have torn something off the windshield and was clutching it in his hand before crashing into him.
The screen rewinds, and rewinds again...
In the distant view, what the man just pulled off the windshield was none other than a pink Hello Kitty Pendant!
But why would a single man like him Hello Kitty Pendant inside a dump truck?
Is it because she's bursting with Girlish Heart?
That's probably impossible...
If it's a young girl...
Thinking of this, Fujino's gaze suddenly froze.
Yes, young lady.
If the previous records are correct, Miyamoto Misaburo should have had a daughter.
Although the medical records show that he died two years ago.
But medical records can also be tampered with.
"If my guess is really true..."
As he spoke, Fujino's brows furrowed, and he stared at the wall in front of him. "Things are far more complicated than you think."
As night deepened, Fujino parked his Ford Taurus near Beika Town 4-chome.
After walking along the path and circling around a few times, I came to a two-story house.
The roofs of the houses were painted red, and the courtyard walls were made of bricks and stones, about two meters high. The gate was a latticed door made of black iron pipes, which allowed one to easily see into the courtyard.
Fujino glanced at the nameplate on the doorpost of the house and confirmed that this was the Miyamoto Residence.
[Strength 100% boost is now active, time remaining: 59 seconds]
With Wooden Sword wrapped around his wrist (not enlarged), and with the Strength Enhancement Card, Fujino easily vaulted over the two-meter-high brick wall.
He leaped down from the high wall, paused slightly upon landing, and then regained his balance.
After confirming that the main door was locked, Fujino turned his attention to the open window of the second-floor room.
After glancing at the remaining time of the enhancement effect, he took a deep breath, grabbed a protrusion on the wall of the house, skillfully climbed to the second floor, and sneaked into the house.
Unlike the typical room for a single man living alone, the room he entered on the second floor was a relatively clean small room.
Judging from the overall layout, it should be a girl's room.
The room was exceptionally clean, clearly indicating that someone cleans it regularly.
After searching the room, I found several pieces of clothing from a few years ago in the closet, including some underwear.
Close the wardrobe.
Fujino then discovered a pink codebook in the drawer in front of his desk.
After gently cracking the codebook, he flipped through a few pages and discovered it was a diary.
After reading the entire diary, I learned from it that the owner of the diary was named Miyamoto Minako, was about nineteen years old, and was a graduate student.
The last entry in the diary was a year and a half ago, and the handwriting inside was hasty.
It basically means that I can no longer write my diary here.
According to medical records, Miyamoto Minako should have died two years ago.
Fujino glanced at the diary in his hand, a slight smile playing on his lips.
After putting the diary away, he continued his search of the room.
Unfortunately, after searching, no useful clues were found.
All I found were 50,000 yen in change and a few photos.
In one of the photos, the little girl is only eight or nine years old, while Miyamoto Misaburo also looks much younger. Standing next to them is a woman with a virtuous demeanor.
It presents a picture of family happiness, clearly a family portrait.
That woman must be Lady Miyamoto, who passed away ten years ago.
Buzz!
Just then, the roar of an engine came from outside the house.
Fujino frowned upon hearing this.
He immediately put on the Assassin's Robe, donned the Batman Mask, and hid in the wardrobe on the second floor.
Outside the door, three men dressed in black suits, wearing black hats and black sunglasses got out of a black car.
Upon arriving at the Miyamoto Residence, they pried open the door, put on shoe covers, and carried a black briefcase and several gasoline cans into the house.
"I heard that the mess they're cleaning up this time was also caused by an outsider."
"It's truly remarkable that an outsider could get the organization to this level of achievement."
"Stop talking nonsense, hurry up and finish this so we can leave..."
As they spoke, one of the men sneered, "Who knows, one day we might end up like that too."
The three were chatting idly, completely unaware that a figure flashed past them.
"People from the Alcohol Company?"
As Fujino sized up the three men in front of him, his mind was filled with a myriad of thoughts, and he couldn't help but frown.
To be honest, this kind of unique outfit is quite something.
Aside from the Alcohol Company, he really couldn't think of any other organization that would dress like that.
However, to be on the safe side, let's wait and see.
What if it wasn't Alcohol Company, but some Little Animal Organization?
On the other side, the two who had just entered the room first looked around for a while.
After confirming that no one was around, one of them turned the gasoline can that had just been brought in sideways and poured gasoline all over the house.
The other person went to the kitchen and turned on the main gas valve. With a series of hissing sounds, the liquefied gas began to spread around the room.
The man in black, who was in the living room, stood there holding a briefcase, seemingly fiddling with something.
Fujino frowned as he stared at the briefcase the man was carrying.
He recognized the briefcase; it was a bomb.
Its appearance is exactly the same as the one he saw on the Shinkansen last time; it should be the same model.
"Mission accomplished."
After planting the bomb in the living room, the man in black stretched and then tried to sit on the sofa to rest for a while.
He wasn't afraid of leaving any traces.
After all, it won't be long before this place is reduced to ashes.
"Ugh..."
Suddenly, the man in black, who had just been about to sit on the sofa, felt a sharp pain in his lower back, as if he had been bitten by something.
But before he could even look down, everything went black and he fainted.
Then, a black... white figure suddenly appeared and dragged him into a dimly lit corner of the living room.
In the corner, Fujino, dressed in Assassin's Robe, was groping the man's body.
Just as he had taken the wallet and was about to continue searching, he touched something hard.
"They even have guns?"
With a strange expression, Fujino took the pistol out of the man's inner pocket.
It was an M37 Revolver, with six bullets loaded onto the cylinder.
It is the most common handgun used by Japanese police.
"Maybe this guy 'snatched' it from the police," Fujino couldn't help but think.
Immediately, he retrieved the Bat Dart and, incidentally, stored the revolver he had just captured into his Pocket Dimension.
Even though it's just an M37.
But to be honest, having lived two lives, this was the first time Fujino had ever touched a real handgun.