Chapter 701: Professional Troubleshooting for the Monster Thieves

Ruyue Fengshui stared at the canvas solemnly, stretched out his hand and touched the sudden black mark, wanting to see if the ink had dried.

His house is not small, and going up and down the mountain is quite time-consuming. It is not easy for Kitagawa Yusuke, who does not own a car, to get in and out of here. Therefore, when Kisaragi Minesui has nothing to do, it usually takes an extra ten minutes to send him all the way to the foot of the mountain. On the side of the road.

He pursues purity. Apart from himself, only the housekeeper and servant responsible for sweeping the house come and go from time to time. Therefore, it is difficult to say who did it for such a long time span.

And what this prisoner did, whether it was the destruction of the work or the underlying ridicule, made Ruyue Fengshui a little angry.

Touching the special black paint, Ruyue Fengshui was stunned, hesitantly retracted his hand, and touched it twice more for confirmation.

Raising his hand and looking at the bright spots left by his fingerprints on the ink, Ruyue Fengshui couldn't help but feel a little unbelievable.

He has been doing it himself for a long time and has participated in the printing design work of many of his own works. He is also familiar with this process. This is a temperature-changing ink that gradually loses color as the temperature changes. In terms of feel, it may be quick-drying. of.

"What on earth is this..." Ruyue Fengshui, whose emotions were interrupted, was confused.

He was trying to sabotage someone because he was dissatisfied with him or his disciples. He could still guess what the other party was thinking, but what was the point of running into his studio out of nowhere and turning his disciple's practice work into a scratch-off... …

Still confused, Ruyue Fengshui quickly rubbed the canvas a few times, wiping away the traces from top to bottom, revealing the original appearance of the painting below.

An unexpected symbol appeared in the center of the canvas. The bright red color was incompatible with the pastel colors of Mount Fuji.

This is not the one on the news...

Ruyue Fengshui was deep in thought, trying hard to recall what this symbol represented and to understand the message the intruder was trying to convey, when the phone suddenly rang, breaking the peaceful atmosphere of the studio.

Due to the pursuit of peace and quiet, Ruyue Fengshui rarely told others his home phone number, and always asked them to call his mobile phone. The home phone was mainly used to answer calls from the access control.

Ruyue Fengshui frowned, walked out of the studio slowly, found the nearest landline phone and answered it.

"Hello, this is Kisaragi House." After looking at the blank call message for a while, he hesitantly addressed himself to the other end of the phone.

Thinking of what he saw on the canvas just now, he had some vague premonitions about the person on the other side of the phone.

"Hello, Mr. Kisaragi." The voice on the other end of the phone was soft and gentle. It seemed that it had been specially processed and the gender could not be distinguished. "I heard that you have had some minor worries recently and your life is not comfortable. It's just nothing. I really admire the old gentleman’s painstaking efforts in painting, so I want to help you solve your problems and express my feelings.”

I don’t know whether it was intentional or just teasing Ruyue Fengshui. The person who spoke was humanistic and mixed with some ancient tunes and said these very written expressions, as if he was also a calligrapher, painter or poet, communicating politely with his peers. Similar.

But his weird words and tone only made the really knowledgeable Ruyue Fengshui laugh dumbly.

This is obviously someone who doesn't know much about Japanese literature, but is trying hard to speak elegantly. The words are awkward and hard to pronounce, as if they were directly translated from other languages.

There was culture, but no culture, which made Ruyue Fengshui smile.

"The things Yusuke painted were left behind by you?" After the interruption, Ruzuki Fengshui's expression softened a little, "Even if it is a practice work, you should not destroy other people's paintings like a joke. Break in without permission. My home is also very inappropriate.”

Ruyue Fengshui, who was amused by the other person, relaxed and began to assume that the person on the other side of the phone was an overly naughty and mischievous young man, joking with him.

No matter how they expressed themselves, these guys who claimed to be the Phantom Thieves in the news did not give their "judgment" directly and condescendingly like they did to other targets, which relaxed Kisaragi Fengshui's previously tense heartstrings.

No matter what purpose they serve, it is a good thing that there is room for dialogue.

Ruyue Fengshui believes that he is not a bad person, but he also knows that it is a fact that he has evil thoughts because of his artistic pursuits and life beliefs.

Although they don't have the concept of cultivating one's mind before cultivating one's literature, such an idea is against public order and good customs, and is not in line with the public's expectations of artists who are indifferent to fame and fortune. Ruyue Fengshui is very self-aware.

"This is not to destroy the painting, old gentleman." The person on the other end of the phone chuckled, "Don't you think that with the addition of that mark, the work can be called complete? This is to perfect the art itself. "

"Quia." Ruyue Fengshui sighed and asked bluntly, "Okay, what exactly do you want to do? I have heard of your name, the Phantom Thieves of the Heart, like other Phantom Thieves stealing art. , steal the desires of sinners...Have I also become your target?"

As Ruyue Fengshui spoke, he subconsciously touched the porcelain cup he had placed in his pocket, speaking in a very calm tone.

He didn't think that it was strange or offensive that he became the target of the Phantom Thieves. It should be said that no one's life can withstand careful scrutiny, and he had sacrificed too many things for the mechanism of art, some of which had already violated many moral bottom lines.

For example, in order to earn enough money to buy this mansion for himself and to have a more comfortable living environment, he accepted many children of famous families as disciples, and let them hang the title of Ruyue Fengshui's disciples to gild them.

Those people regarded these young people who had little relationship with him as a transit station to establish long-term communication channels with him, and talked to him about the sale and collection of paintings. There were more than one plagiarism and even theft of his paintings. However, Ruyue Fengshui, who accepted their funding, could only swallow his anger and acquiesce to such a development...

Ruyue Fengshui never thought that he was a pure and noble painter. He paid for his persistence, and the price he paid would deepen his persistence again and again. His life had been deeply bound to all this when he decided to step on this single track.

But he also didn't think that he was an irredeemable villain. Compared to himself, his disciples, collectors who put pressure on him, art critics who asked for inside information, wealthy businessmen and dignitaries...

There are too many people crazier than him in this world.

"Yes... and no." The person on the other end of the phone said a shocking statement with a slightly slick tone, "So what I want to say is that we can take care of your troubles for you. There is no need to kill, old man. That building will become the Titanic of many people. It will end sadly on the day of sailing. Compared to this, you might as well make a formal commission to the Phantom Thieves, and we will help you solve some real troubles, how about it?"

This time, Ruyue Fengshui clenched the receiver in his hand and froze in place.

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"Someone is using the computer room of the twin towers in Nishitama City to send out information related to the organization?" Amuro Toru asked in an incredible tone, "Why? Is there some deep hatred with the company that wants to kill the boss directly?"

"Who knows why?" Gin's voice was very impatient, "This is something you should figure out."

The organization's intelligence, especially the information in the form of electronic information, is not something that anyone can take and use at will.

As early as when the Dark Night Baron virus appeared, the organization already had the technical strength to reversely locate the location of information leakage and conduct countermeasures. It was just a piece of cake to implant anti-tracking programs in various types of information.

Anyone who really understands the organization and what they are facing would not handle their information so casually and carelessly.

However, this guy did just that, and he didn't even try to hide his position. He almost shouted at everyone with a loudspeaker that he didn't want to live.

But with Gin's many years of front-line work experience, it is impossible to try to understand everyone with logic.

There are so many weirdos in the world. Forgetting your driver's license when you break into someone's house, not wearing gloves when you rob someone on the road, spitting cigarette butts next to someone when you kill someone... He has wiped the butts of countless losers like this, so he is not in the mood to explore losers.

"So, how do we deal with this now? Find this guy and get rid of him?" As he said this, Amuro Toru quickly took out his second mobile phone and started typing key information into it.

The twin towers in Nishitama City, he remembered that this building should belong to Tokiwa Mio, the daughter of Tokiwa Group, and the company she is running now is a company related to cutting-edge computer technology.

I don't know how they got the relevant data of the organization, and who was so smart that they suddenly came up with the idea of ​​sending things directly using the company's server.

Thinking of this, Amuro Toru couldn't help but feel regretful.

What a waste, what a waste, if the data was handed over to them for processing...

"It doesn't matter whether that guy is dead or alive." Gin didn't want to say much, and it was obvious that he was not going to tell Bourbon the specific content of this batch of data, "What needs to be processed are the machines in the computer room."

This batch of data is of no value, at least that's what the technical department told him.

However, in this batch of data, the program version responsible for positioning and returning messages is very old, and it is possible that someone can be traced back to the receiving end used to receive messages, and its value is higher than the data itself.

It's a very humorous current situation, but Gin is really used to it.

"The processing you are talking about, can't it be..." Amuro Toru paused while typing the message.

"Blow it up." Gin said calmly, "Now the only person in charge of stable activities in the Tokyo area is you and Kumer, you guys solve this matter."

What else can I do, stupid colleagues, stupid logistics, destroy it.

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"What should I do?" Seeing Tang Ze hang up the phone, Zhu Fu Jingguang, who was driving, exhaled, "I always feel that..."

"Isn't this good? Win-win." Tang Ze put the phone back into his pocket and changed his voice back to his own.

"I always feel that this behavior is indeed a bit immoral." Zhu Fu Jingguang firmly finished the second half of his sentence.

In the setting, Kitagawa Yusuke, who doesn't even have money to take the subway, naturally can't be picked up by someone to go to class. Nowadays, when Tang Ze comes to his interest class, oh no, to attend the teaching of Kisaragi Fengshui, people in the group take turns to drive him.

Today it was Morobushi Jingguang's turn. He didn't expect to hear such a loud noise as soon as he arrived.

Although their master-disciple relationship was established by Tang Ze relying on his thick skin, and the main identity of going out was given by himself, but after really following Kisaragi Fengshui to study and recognize him as his master, Tang Ze's attitude is still very serious.

Respecting teachers and respecting morality is one of the principles that Tang Ze has always believed in. Since Kisaragi Fengshui is a qualified teacher who teaches his disciples, especially promising disciples like Kitagawa Yusuke who are worth cultivating, there is no reason for Tang Ze to persecute him.

In the discussion about whether he is a villain or not, his ideas coincide with Kisaragi Fengshui.

"If you say that the temple of Ruyue Fengshui mainly comes from his overly deep obsession with creation, I think it is not a bad thing to change his mind for him. He has gone too far on this road and fallen too deeply, so that he is a little bit crazy." Tang Ze summed up his feelings about contacting Ruyue Fengshui in recent days, "For the sake of artistic creation, he pinched his nose to accept so many apprentices, and forced himself to find so many troubles, and was forced to move forward with a heavy burden... I have to say that it is time to cultivate his mind."

"But you think this is also a suitable springboard, right?" Zhu Fu Jingguang shook his head slightly at Tang Ze's comment.

"Yeah, after all, he can be considered the kindest guy among the guys who surround him. Although he is crazy, he is not harmful to society." Tang Ze shrugged, "Through his channels, we can get more high-value targets, and he can reduce troubles and live a quiet retirement... Anyway, his house has been built and his wish has been realized. I am also sharing the teacher's worries, right?"

Zhu Fu Jingguang glanced at Tang Ze's confident look with his peripheral vision, and shed a handful of sympathetic tears for Ruzuki Fengshui in his heart.

Ruzuki Fengshui, a very worthy disciple, is not here for his fame or popularity, but he is probably planning more than that. He is about to become the Maori Kogoro of the Japanese contemporary art world, and the Phantom Thieves will insert an eye into the relevant industry.

Looking back, he really wants to say thank you to the Phantom Thieves. Thinking about the scene, it is really funny.

"What about the building? The organization only needs to blow up the machine room. In fact, if you don't deliberately expand the scope of destruction, the entire high-rise building will not be destroyed. You have to change it to the extent of completely blowing it up..." Zhu Fu Jingguang thought of this and couldn't help but worry.

If a super-high building with nearly 100 floors really collapses or is destroyed due to an explosion, the scope of damage caused will definitely not be limited to the building itself.

For specific situations, you can refer to a certain twin building that was hit by an airplane. In addition to the people who were moving around in the building, the surrounding blocks, the spread of fire, the leakage of aviation oil, the explosion of building materials...

It made the entire surrounding area fall into a fire purgatory in an instant, and its destructiveness is definitely not just a simple fire.

"No problem." Tang Ze spread his hands with a relaxed expression, "I will ask the 'expert'. The location of the machine room is not low. It is almost impossible to maintain a high-rise building of this level normally. If the machine room is blown up, the building is actually almost paralyzed. Instead of letting it stick there like a nail and take up space, it is better to demolish it and solve the problems for the municipal department."

"Expert?" Zhu Fushi Jingguang, who has gradually become accustomed to Tang Ze's speaking style, directly skipped those strange words, raised his eyebrows, and was curious about what he said, "I did hear that many countries are good at using explosions to demolish various buildings. They can rely on the design mechanics analysis of the detonation point and other principles to accurately complete the blasting without causing additional threats... However, does Japan have such professionals now?"

"Dr. Agasa actually knows a little about this, but I'm not talking about him here." Tang Ze crossed his arms and laughed calmly, "That's right, you were still dead at that time, and you didn't have the chance to hear this news. Do you know Moriya Teiji?"

"Uh..." Zhu Fushi Jingguang, who was lightly pressing the brake, heard this name and choked a little, and couldn't help but stepped a little harder.

If he remembered correctly, this guy seemed to be an architect who was obsessed with blowing up his old works, and was captured by the Phantom Thieves...

Even though he was already in prison and waiting for trial, Moriya Teiji was an absolute die-hard, a stubborn and old-fashioned old man.

It was extremely difficult to get his cooperation, even if you tried to persuade him with reason and emotion.

"It might be a bit difficult for you to get enough professional advice from him." Zhu Fujingguang reminded tactfully, "Do you have any experience or skills in interrogation or forced confession?"

What he meant by this sentence was that it might be difficult to get cooperation with conventional means, and if Tang Ze really needed it, he could help a little.

What a punishment, you undercovers...

Tang Ze retracted his subtle gaze towards Zhu Fujingguang, flipped his hands, and pulled out a large roll of paper.

Taking advantage of the traffic light, Zhu Fujingguang quickly glanced at what he had in his hand.

Although it was just a quick glimpse, judging from the lines on the paper and the scale of the paper, it was clearly an architectural blueprint.

"In case you don't know, let me tell you that the designer of the twin towers in Nishitama City is a disciple of Teiji Moriya, and his philosophy is completely opposite to his." Tang Ze chuckled maliciously and swung the thick paper roll in his hand as if waving a weapon. "No need for any torture techniques, just spread this thing in front of him, he will work tirelessly to help us design the bomb."