Just then, Gregory's cell phone rang.

"Hello?" Gregory glanced at the phone number, raised an eyebrow, and answered the phone with a little confusion. "What's wrong?"

After a moment, Gregory's gaze turned to Chiba. "I don't know about it, and I might need him now."

“？？？” Thousand Feathers was a little stunned, as Gregory was clearly talking to someone about something related to him.

"Tomorrow morning?" Gregory frowned slightly. "Forget it, then these things will be handled by you......"

After a few seconds, Gregory's expression suddenly became very subtle. "You...... I see...... Well, then we'll go back soon. ”

After hanging up, Gregory took a small bag out of his pocket and put the mahjong tiles in it. "Call the local police to deal with these things, and we're ready to go back – the bodies and the car are as they go, but important evidence needs to be brought back to the Metropolitan Police Department."

……

"Is something wrong?" Twenty minutes later, sitting in the car back to Tokyo, Chiba asked Gregory.

"Didn't you tell me you were invited by the big guys above?" Gregory spreads his hands. "Just now Governor Matsumoto called me and asked me if I had taken you out - he said he invited you to take notes, but he couldn't wait for you, and then he found out that I had taken you away."

"Matsumoto Administrator?" Thousand Feathers raised an eyebrow. "You mean Mr. Kiyoshi Matsumoto?"

Kiyoshi Matsumoto ...... If his memory is correct, his position should be the administrator of the Search Section, which is equivalent to the leader of the Search Section, and it is indeed no problem for Twilight to summon himself for him...... But the question is, what is he going to do when he finds himself?

"By the way, he's home now, so I can't ask you about it." Grigory said again. "But tomorrow at 10 a.m., the Metropolitan Police Department will have a meeting on this case, so the police from the jurisdiction related to the case will come at that time. Matsumoto hopes that you will be able to observe the CCTV in the adjacent room by then, and then he will take notes with you on issues related to the case after the meeting. ”

"Ten o'clock tomorrow morning?" Qian Yu frowned. "We've got classes to go to class - forget it, anyway, after the exam, there shouldn't be anything to talk about...... I'll ask the teacher for leave. ”

……

10:20 p.m., Rice Flower Central Hospital.

Dressed in a full suit that had just been washed from under the shower and was still wet, Grigory walked out of the coroner's room, where the lights had just been turned off, and returned to the preparation room, which had been kept in a cold environment and soaked in a large amount of formalin solution in order to preserve the integrity of the body as much as possible, so he needed a full set of hazmat suits and a warm gear to keep him safe.

"Are you really busy? Mr. Grigory Asker. Just as Grigory was about to turn on the lights in the preparation room, a voice from the darkness caused Grigory to stop and look at the place where the sound had come from.

"You're—" Gregory's gaze paused for a moment in the darkness, then relaxed. "It's you, why are you here?"

"How do you know it's mine?" The voice suddenly changes, and a new voice appears.

"My chemical hazmat suit is quite a complex craft, and it has more functions than you think." Gregory walked up to the switch of the light, as if he had no visual impairment in the darkness, ready to turn it on. "Otherwise, you probably won't be able to see the truth."

"Forget it, since you and I can see it, there's no need to turn on the lights, right?" The voice on the other side dissuaded. "I also wear night vision devices."

"You'd better take it off, then," Gregory said, unzipping the suit from his suit. "There's no way I'm going to wear this hot thermal vest and this rather bulky hazmat suit all the time, so I'll have to turn on the lights sooner or later."

"Okay," the voice on the other side seemed to carry a wry smile. "Then you can drive, there is no one around here anyway, and we probably won't be seen."

After about ten seconds, Gregory, who had completely broken free from his hazmat suit and thermal gear, turned on the light and looked at the owner of the voice.

Kiyoshi Matsumoto was sitting on the table, looking at him.

"What's going on?"

"Do you still have an impression of the third corpse that was sent in the mahjong series of crimes?" Matsumoto Kiyocho asked. "The secretary and housekeeper of the Nagisa Councilor of Ashikaga City, Tochigi Prefecture, Masaaki Okakura, was killed while he was on vacation in Saitama Prefecture."

"Remember," Grigory nodded. "What's wrong?"

"According to the clues provided by his relatives, his amulet bag was taken," Matsumoto Kiyoshi said solemnly. "There's a list of organized undercover personnel in there."

"Your list of undercoverers?" Grigory frowned. "Wait a minute, is that guy the big boss of those sleepers?"

"Of course not," Matsumoto Kiyocho's face was gloomy. "It's just that that guy probably made some deal with someone who is already dead, and got a list of the names of some of the undercover people."

"Judging by your tone, he doesn't look like he was killed by your men," Grigory raised an eyebrow. "When have you been so weak that you can't even do such a thing as assassination?"

"We were going to do that too," Matsumoto shook his head. "But we seemed to have taken too much time in the planning phase, and in the end we were preempted by some of the juniors who took what we needed – the list was in the amulet bag."

"So you need me to help you get the list back when the physical evidence is examined?" Grigory asked. "Tell me, in what form does the list exist?"

"A USB flash drive that can hold 256KB of files," said Kiyoshi Matsumoto. "The shell is pale blue."

"Got it," Grigory nodded. "So, do you have anything that would fund my research? The extra kind. ”

"I'm afraid it's not yet," Matsumoto shook his head. "But if you need any resources, you should be able to contact the organization, and the action team will be happy to get you what you need."

"There must be two people with AIDS, both of whom must be of Nordic ancestry." Grigory said. "By the way, where is the real Matsumoto management officer you replaced?"

"He's an important sacrifice for sin, and of course he's alive and well." Matsumoto Kiyoshi stretched out his hands. "Without further ado, by the way, if necessary, you can go along with that little helper of yours - he's his own in a sense, and he'll help you as much as he can, as long as you don't make it too difficult for him."

"I know about it, I don't need you to tell me." Gregory turned around the cane he had just picked up from the table and said lightly.