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The special effect of the yellow-haired photographer's technique is that it can avoid being detected by the target being tracked, which is an incredibly powerful function.
As for the latter gaze, it's more likely to expose XP, making it a completely useless effect.
Upgrading photography skills is the result of careful consideration; it has the effect of reducing the points required for organ upgrades by fifty percent.
With 61 points remaining, you can still upgrade any important organ at will, and there will still be some left over.
Moreover, he has two more days before the side quests refresh.
Currently, Miyuki is the only friend on my friend list.
After experiencing the trials of the tiger Hikaru Yamagishi and the cobra Yuzuriha Yu.
No matter what side quests he encounters, he finds them all very simple.
You can upgrade your organs at any time by completing side quests.
After upgrading my skills, I immediately gained more knowledge about pinhole cameras.
I flagged down a taxi and went straight to the vicinity of the electronics store.
After getting off the bus, using the counter-surveillance skills brought by Huang Mao's photography, Shirakawa Natsu weaved through the crowd, and after confirming that she was not being followed, she ran to a shop that sold digital cameras and bought various types of cameras and tools.
Hiding in the bathroom, he made a simple modification to the camera in his hand.
After carefully checking that all the equipment was working properly, I put on a mask and hat. Although this disguise didn't serve much purpose, it was more for psychological comfort.
As he walked out of the lobby, he saw televisions on the shelves of nearby shops, broadcasting the news.
At 9 a.m. local time, people near the intersection reported to the police that they heard a lot of gunshots.
But when the police arrived, they only found bloodstains on the ground.
The camera focuses on a female reporter standing at an intersection, broadcasting a report.
We hope that any witnesses can provide the clues needed by the police.
Shirakawa Natsu recognized the scene as the one he had witnessed that morning.
He pulled out the note that Hikaru Yamagishi had given him from his pocket; it contained Ken's apartment address and key.
I stopped watching the news. Since the police didn't find the body, it meant that Yamagishi Hika had already taken care of it.
He took a taxi to the vicinity, got out of the car, and didn't rush to the address on the paper.
Instead, he wandered around the apartment area, intending to first find the Yamagishi family members responsible for protecting or monitoring the key.
Then, using the banner of Higanbana Yamagishi, they obtained clues from Key.
However, Shirakawa Natsu didn't have much hope of prying open the key; her main goal was to install the camera without arousing suspicion.
He wandered around the apartment like that until the sun went down, casting an orange glow on the earth.
Shirakawa Natsu arrived at the apartment door looking completely bewildered.
"What the hell? Such an important key figure, and there isn't even a single person protecting him."
He wandered around for nearly four hours but couldn't find a single person in charge of surveillance.
He suspected that Yamagishi Hika might have written the wrong address.
He walked to the door, took out his key, inserted it into the lock, and with a click, the door opened.
"Strange." Shirakawa Natsumi immediately thought of scenes from TV dramas where the protagonist enters a room, discovers a corpse, and is then wrongly accused.
He hesitated for a moment, then took out the key and closed the door.
Before he arrived, he had checked the area around the apartment and found that there were no security cameras installed, probably because thugs lived there.
Shirakawa Natsu left the apartment and went straight to a public phone booth. He dialed the number and waited for the other end to answer. He tried to make his voice sound stern: "Is this the police? I need to provide you with information about the shooting that happened at the intersection this morning."
Hojo Maki was in a meeting when a police officer suddenly knocked on the door and rushed in.
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After the police officer entered the conference room, everyone in the room looked at him.
Hojo Maki frowned: "Is there something you need?"
A gang leader was murdered, but there was no body. The streets were covered in blood, yet there was no body, all foreshadowing a bloody storm that was about to break out.
Hojo Maki, let alone finding the murderer, returned to the police station to inquire about the progress.
Only then did I realize that the clues were pitifully few, and there was no breakthrough to be found.
She had already planned to approach Shirakawa Natsumi after the meeting.
Sensing the gazes of the crowd, the officer bowed nervously and said, "Excuse me, Inspector Hojo, we just received a call from someone who provided us with important information about the victim of the shooting at the intersection."
He hesitated for a moment, then added uncertainly, "And the detailed address and house number..."
He also felt that the whole thing was absurd; the police were still completely in the dark, while citizens had already come forward to provide clues.
A strange light flashed in Hojo Maki's eyes: "Tell me in detail."
In the suburbs of Tokyo, Shirakawa Natsu stood in the opposite stairwell cubicle, using her DSLR camera as a makeshift telescope to observe every move in Key's room.
He didn't know Yamagishi Hikaru's purpose, nor did he know if Yuzuriha Yu was helping him as she claimed, and he was even less aware of the stance of yakuza bosses like Inagawa Kahi and Yamagata Ken.
He admitted that he was no match for these old foxes when it came to scheming and plotting.
In this situation, his only chance of survival is to stir up trouble and find a way to profit from the chaos.
Bringing the police into the operation is like throwing a stone into the water.
The fact that such a key figure as Jian was without any guards suggests a conspiracy behind this unusual event.
To be on the safe side, it's best to leave it to the professional police.
He wanted to be the hunter behind the oriole.
Using her knowledge of Huang Mao's photography techniques, Shirakawa Natsu installed cameras at several key entrances to the apartment.
The image was clearly transmitted to the laptop in front of him.
Two police cars appeared at the street corner and quickly stopped in front of the apartment building. The doors opened, and a familiar figure got out of the police cars.
She wasn't wearing a police uniform, but rather a smart casual outfit. The image quality of the DSLR camera wasn't as good as that of a telescope, but judging from the proportion of her bulging chest, it could only be Aunt Ma Fei.
"Why is she here?" Shirakawa Natsu asked with a puzzled expression. Aunt Maki said she was going on a two-week vacation, but she returned to the Eastern Country so soon. Could it be because of Yuzuriha Yu?
After getting out of the car, Hojo Maki reached for her holster and gestured to the officers behind her. Three officers moved upwards in a triangular formation, while two others blocked the exit.
"Truly professional." Shirakawa Natsu nodded to herself. Besides being highly cooperative in bed, Hojo Maki was also very professional. This set of movements alone highlighted her rich experience.
He watched as Maki Hojo cautiously walked to the apartment door, where armed police officers stood on either side.
She reached out to ring the doorbell, then hesitated, placed her hand on the door, and gently pushed it open.
This was of course opened by Shirakawa Natsumi, truly providing thoughtful service.
Hojo Maki and the police officer next to her quickly exchanged hand signals, and then the group carefully pushed the door open to just enough for one person to enter.
Shirakawa Natsu was equally focused, equally curious about whether the key was inside and why there was no one guarding the place.
Was the key that Yamagishi Hika gave him a trap?
He couldn't see what was happening inside from the outside, because if there was a trap, it would definitely be after the door was opened.
Therefore, he dared not go into the room to install a camera.
Shirakawa Natsu felt her heart pounding; perhaps she would soon be able to uncover just the tip of the iceberg in this incident.
About three minutes after Hojo Maki and the others entered, a middle-aged man walked over from the street corner on the laptop screen.
He was around forty years old, with his hands in his pockets, and looked like a middle-aged man passing by.
Shirakawa Natsumi held her breath. This was an apartment building, not a place with many people coming and going, but it wouldn't be surprising if someone occasionally passed by.
But in this sweltering heat, having your hands in your pockets means you're either sick or something's up.
Due to the camera's angle, the man's face wasn't clearly visible.
Shirakawa Natsu turned the camera around and quickly took a picture of the man's face. Since the camera's memory card was big enough, it was just a matter of pressing the shutter.
As I was trying to get a clear shot of him, he had already reached the bottom of the apartment building and suddenly quickened his pace.
"Damn, there's something wrong." Shirakawa Natsu was taken aback, and now she could see that the middle-aged man's target was Key's apartment.
Considering the middle-aged man's hands in his pockets, one can guess what's in his pockets—most likely a gun.
The middle-aged man was no more than three minutes away from the room that Hojo Maki had entered.
A moment of hesitation flashed through Shirakawa Natsumi's mind. At this moment, the most rational approach was to continue to observe the situation.
But the thought only crossed his mind for a moment before he took out his phone and quickly found Hojo Maki's number.
During the comic book research, I received a text message from Aunt Maki.
He quickly typed a message on his phone: "Danger, gun!"
The situation was urgent, and he didn't have time to edit the details. He hoped that Aunt Mafei could understand it.
After sending the text message, I looked up at the middle-aged man, who had already strode into the stairwell.
Shirakawa Natsu was able to clearly see his movements through the pre-installed camera. After entering the corridor, he took his hand out of his pocket, which turned out to be a pistol. In his other hand, he pulled out a small, round object.
"Holy crap!" Shirakawa Natsu was stunned. He quickly sent another message on his phone: "There's a grenade."
He wasn't a military enthusiast and couldn't tell whether it was a flashbang or an explosive grenade.
His heart was filled with turmoil, and his body was trembling. This middle-aged man had clearly only rushed over after confirming that the police had entered.
In other words, if he rashly enters the room, he will be alone facing a dangerous individual armed with a gun and grenades.
Shirakawa Natsu could only see the screen, not hear the sound. He watched as the middle-aged man quickly walked to the door of the room and squatted down, seemingly preparing to pull the fuse.
The next second, blood suddenly gushed from his arm, and the grenade he hadn't had time to pull the pin on fell to the ground.
The middle-aged man reacted quickly, swiftly drawing his gun with his other hand and firing.
The recoil from the pistol made him stagger, and he clutched his wound in pain as he fled.
Shirakawa Natsu felt as if she were watching a captivating pantomime, clearly hearing her heart pounding.
They even used grenades, intending to blow up the police; this is no ordinary crime.
He watched helplessly as the middle-aged man covered his wound and ran away, but Aunt Mafei showed no intention of chasing after him.
A bad feeling rose in Shirakawa Natsumi's mind. Could it be that Hojo Maki was shot?
His heart was pounding. His relationship with Hojo Maki was complicated, but he had, after all, gotten to know her body very well.
He would worry if there was real danger.
Five minutes later, several police cars arrived with their lights on.
The police car screeched to a halt in front of the apartment building, and fully armed officers jumped out.
They all entered the apartment with guns.
Shirakawa Natsumi's anxious gaze revealed that Hojo Maki, protected by the police officers, showed no signs of injury and emerged from the crowd.
Two police officers followed her in; they were also escorting a middle-aged man.
It was the same key that Shirakawa Natsu had seen.
Jian's face didn't look good, and he didn't seem very energetic, but overall he looked about the same as when he was rescued by Shirakawa Natsu.
"Phew..." Shirakawa Natsumi breathed a sigh of relief; thankfully, Hojo Maki wasn't injured.
As expected, TV dramas are all lies. When encountering armed robbers on TV, there are always exciting and thrilling chase scenes.
In reality, the first priority is to hide and ensure safety.
Shirakawa Natsu turned his gaze away from Ken, showing no concern whatsoever that a key figure had fallen into the hands of the police.
Even if he asked in the name of Yamagishi Hika, he couldn't torture Ken and wouldn't be able to get any useful clues out of him.
Handing it over to the police at this point could also involve them in the matter, hopefully making Yamagishi Hika restrain herself.
He looked at Hojo Maki through the camera lens; she was calmly directing the crowd, seemingly unaffected by the near-death experience from the explosion.
Shirakawa Natsumi was worried that Hojo Maki would send people to search the area. His two messages had already revealed that he was nearby, and if he were caught by the police, it would be difficult for him to explain himself.
After waiting for a while, it was discovered that Hojo Maki still had a conscience; she simply directed the police officers to follow the trail of blood.