bayedsolid Chapter 234 I Really Did Nothing
Chapter 234 I Really Did Nothing
Gin flipped through the information in his hand and spoke without emotion, "Congressman Jones advocates that the future belongs to the information technology era. In yesterday's parliamentary session, he proposed vigorously developing the internet, utilizing information and internet platforms to integrate the internet with traditional industries and promote social and contemporary development."
A hint of coldness flashed between his brows. "Early this morning, he went to the company of Thomas Sindra, known as the IT King."
It was rare for Gin to speak so much. The smile on his lips was sarcastic, but his eyes were extremely complicated, because he didn't know how Bourbon did it.
Congressman Jones's death was simple, and all the clues and traces were clearly there.
But no matter how you look into it, this was just an accident.
"According to intelligence sources, Senator Jones had a successful meeting with Thomas and later, at Thomas's invitation, enjoyed a meal in the company cafeteria. He subsequently suffered an allergic shock from a peanut butter sandwich and was dead by the time the ambulance arrived."
Vermouth asked in surprise, "Where are the traces of Bourbon's attack?"
"From beginning to end, no one took action." Gin emphasized, "This is just a coincidence."
Vermouth sat up in surprise, flipping through the investigation report submitted by the Intelligence Department, and quickly analyzing it, asking and answering questions. "Jones went to Schindler because he supports information technology. Therefore, he wanted to meet with Thomas after yesterday's parliament to demonstrate his political determination and ruling stance to the outside world."
"While there are clues as to why he chose the Schindler Group, there's more than one Schindler among IT bosses. The Schindler was just a random decision."
"Of course, there's no denying Toru Amuro's abilities. Whether they're detectives, caretakers, agents, or bourbons, they're all intelligent people."
"Congressman Jones's presence in the staff cafeteria was simply a friendly gesture towards Thomas, who was always happy to show his approachability to the outside world."
"It's his habit."
"Sandwiches are the simplest and least time-consuming food. He likes beef and cheese sandwiches, one of the ones he picked at random."
"It's determined by his hobbies."
"Because the chef has been innovating recently and has superb skills, he can completely eliminate the peanut taste, so peanut butter has been added to all the sandwiches recently. Although he is allergic to peanuts, he didn't taste it at first."
"It's a coincidence."
Gin added: "So by the time we found him, he had already eaten quite a bit, and it was too late to save him."
Vermouth checked the intelligence and said, "Not only that, the ambulance was also delayed on the way. I heard that someone suddenly fell ill on the way and was in critical condition. The family of the person stopped the ambulance on its way. Although the situation was resolved later, it was delayed for a long time."
"The patient was another MP on leave. His son has a domineering and dissolute personality, but is extremely filial. His decision to intercept the ambulance was spontaneous and was not induced by anyone."
"The chef is just trying to perfect the sandwich, there's no one behind the scenes giving instructions."
"This looks so familiar. On a micro level, he's controlling every key figure, manipulating their behavior and logic to achieve his goals. On a macro level, he's controlling the overall direction, just to target Congressman Jones."
Vermouth put down her phone with a sigh and rubbed her tired eyes: "Many coincidences and many accidents formed an inevitable result."
It's all just Congressman Jones's bad luck.
After all, all the choices were made by Congressman Jones himself.
Everything he experienced was just a choice everyone makes in life, but it was precisely this choice that led to his death.
It's so funny, but no one would associate it with assassination.
Even if there is, there is no evidence.
This style...
Gin was silent for a moment, then said subtly, "It was the work of detective Camus Brandy."
Manipulating people's hearts was the domain of a troublemaker, but this mission clearly lacked any trace of Tennessee Whiskey's strong personal style.
Those who appeared at critical junctures were scrutinized in every possible way, but it was only discovered that they made choices based on their personal habits and personalities, without any personality induction.
It was obvious that the detective had taken action.
He did not manipulate people's hearts, but made the right people appear at the right time and in the right place.
Everything that happened after that was a natural progression.
That's why no evidence was found from beginning to end.
He didn't make any move at all. Everything is everyone's own choice.
Like a god, he saw through the future trajectory of destiny and led it in a bad direction.
Gin and Vermouth, who were in different positions, sighed in unison: "How terrifying, detective."
At the same time, a faint light flashed at the fingertips of Rei Furuya, who was standing in front of the window, and a detective card appeared in his palm.
His gaze was fixed in amazement on the card. A figure wearing a beret, with puffed cheeks and chewing a snack, had a slight smile on his lips.
He raised his head, looked out the window into the distance, and said as a matter of course: "Detectives can't commit crimes. That's an established fact."
He put the card away and walked towards the living room, repeating what he had said before in a nonchalant manner with an air of control over everything.
"Because I really didn't do anything."
Click.
The television broadcasting the news of Congressman Jones's death was turned off.
Not to mention the peaceful life on Furuya Rei's side, Gin, who hung up the phone, smoked a cigarette with a complicated expression.
He thought, even though Toru Amuro's current personality is Bourbon, he can still use his detective abilities.
Is this the control that the main personality has over the secondary personality?
For the first time, Gin couldn't help but become curious about what Toru Amuro would look like when he was in his complete form and had fully recovered from his split personality!
"Brother, your phone bill is over. I'll pay it for you."
Vodka, who was hiding aside, pushed up his sunglasses and took credit for it in a naive way.
Gin, who was smoking with great interest: "..."
He ordered with a dark face: "Shut up."
Vodka closed his mouth helplessly, shrank his neck timidly, and dared not say another word.
Suddenly, Gin seemed to sense something. He used the hand holding the cigarette to open the curtain of the safe house a little and looked outside through the gap. It was quiet and there was no sound at all.
He instinctively became alert. This feeling was so familiar. He had been experiencing it these past few days.
He shouted to Vodka who was watching TV: "Vodka, pack up your things and leave now."
Vodka didn't ask any more questions. He turned off the TV, picked up the suitcase, and followed his brother out of the safe house quickly.
"Boom!"
As soon as Gin walked out of the safe house, the house exploded.
There was a loud bang and the firefighters started to call the police. Thick black smoke rose up. Neighbors and people upstairs and downstairs screamed and ran out desperately. Everyone around looked at the exploded house in horror.
In the alley, Gin stared at the abandoned safe house with a deep gaze and a grim smile on his face. He had been targeted these days.