The boy soldier next to the famous detective

After a thorough 10-minute search of the target's office, Jonah and Curaçao exchanged a glance, their brows furrowing, having found nothing of value.

"The target does have obsessive-compulsive disorder. Like his daily medication, he even has to take the morning and afternoon doses separately... Oh right, I forgot about that."

Upon hearing Jonah's question, Curaçao answered instinctively, but suddenly realized the information she had previously overlooked.

"Although the target's medication was tested, it was the leftover medication! It doesn't mean the target had actually taken the medication."

"It's very likely that the medication the target was supposed to take in the morning was tampered with, while the medication taken in the afternoon that was fine was used during the test, so people subconsciously believed that the medication was safe."

"And this kind of drug, which can kill a target even though it can't be detected after being ingested... is very likely a product used by the organization for assassinations."

Curaçao was quick-witted; based on one of Jonah's questions, he analyzed a lot of new information on his own.

Because Curaçao and Jonah kept their communication channels open, Dave and the others also heard Curaçao's analysis.

"That makes sense! The organization has indeed been using a special drug for assassinations, and it's a new drug that even hospitals can't detect."

Dave, who had been conducting a high-intensity investigation of the organization, immediately chimed in, recalling not only the information that Rena Mizunashi had mentioned, but also that Cohen had said that during some assassination missions, the organization's executives would use that drug to make the target's death appear as an accident.

"So, we've found the right person. This dead guy was the one connected to the organization, but the organization acted faster. They silenced him as soon as they realized something was wrong? Damn it, we were a step too slow and missed a big fish."

Somewhat frustrated, Dave felt he had lost out big time. A guy who could get the organization to step in and silence him was definitely not an ordinary person. He might have a lot of valuable intelligence, but unfortunately, they got nothing now.

"If we can't find anything of value, let's withdraw."

Dave was frustrated, but Wakasa Rumi intervened in the call, suggesting that Jonah and Curaçao should leave the office first.

Security at the General Affairs Bureau's office building is quite strict; the longer you linger, the greater the chance of being discovered.

If they didn't want to cause too much of a commotion, Jonah and Curaçao would be better off avoiding conflict with the security personnel.

"Wait a minute, Rachel, there's something I want to test."

After politely declining Rumi Wakasa's suggestion, Curaçao stood in the center of the office, carefully scanning her surroundings before walking towards the bookshelf on the side of the office under Jonah's curious gaze.

With a light jump, she landed on the middle section of the bookshelf. Curaçao peered at the top of the bookshelf, and after groping around for a while, she found a very hidden compartment. From the compartment, she took out an old-fashioned but well-preserved button phone.

"really."

With a smile and a nod, Curaçao didn't immediately explain anything. Instead, he made a gesture to Jonah, and the two quickly left the General Affairs Bureau's office building.

After placing the phone in the storage bag, Curaçao quickly returned to the vehicle where Hondo Eisuke was. Hondo Eisuke, who had already received Curaçao's email, took the phone and placed it directly in a sealed, explosion-proof box.

"What's wrong with that phone?"

After a while, Dave and Rumi Wakasa, who had been keeping watch from a distance, also returned and immediately began to ask about the cell phone that Curaçao had found.

"I'm just experimenting based on my previous experience with organizations and some important 'collaborators'."

With a faint smile on his face, Curaçao removed his mask and bulletproof vest and said with a light laugh.

"For collaborators of such high rank and power, the organization will assign them an internal cell phone that can only be used to contact the organization's liaison personnel. Rachel and I took a look at the evidence that the police had taken away at the hospital, and we found that there was only one private cell phone."

"I hadn't considered this before, but after Jonah told me that this man was the organization's partner, I immediately thought of the possibility of a second phone. We've been keeping an eye on the office building ever since the target died, and we can confirm that the organization hasn't sent anyone to retrieve it."

"So I tried looking for it, and I actually found it."

"So why is it placed in the office instead of at home?"

Upon hearing Curaçao's explanation, Hondo Eisuke asked a follow-up question out of curiosity.

"Because he is not yet qualified enough to proactively contact the organization after get off work hours."

"...Okay, I understand."

The group split into two groups. Dave and Rumi Wakasa returned to the safe house to retrieve the equipment they would need later.

The work vehicle didn't drive directly back to the safe house, but instead went to another safe house that Dave rarely went to. After waiting for a while, Dave and Rumi Wakasa arrived.

After carefully examining the phone found in the office with the professional equipment he brought back, and confirming that there were no explosive devices or transmitting equipment inside, Dave plugged the phone into a data cable and then pressed and held the power button.

Three seconds later, the phone screen lit up, and everyone gathered around the table couldn't help but widen their eyes slightly.

Once the phone was fully powered on, Dave explored it and found that apart from some basic software, there was no extra information on the phone, indicating that it had been thoroughly cleaned up by the organization.

"There are no stored records, but I can try searching to see if there are any hidden or deleted records."

Looking at the unusually clean phone, Dave narrowed his eyes, clearly not intending to give up so easily. But just as he was about to conduct a deeper investigation of the phone with Hondo Eisuke, the phone on the table suddenly rang.

Everyone's eyes immediately turned to the phone, and after exchanging glances, they could see the curiosity and seriousness in each other's eyes.

"This phone is used to communicate with the organization. The organization must know that the target is dead, so why would they suddenly call?"

Hondo Eisuke raised a question that everyone found strange, which made everyone's gazes while looking at their phones even more complicated.

"Should I answer it?" Staring intently at her phone, Rumi Wakasa had a different idea.

"catch!"

Dave was the quickest to act. After the initial surprise subsided, he immediately opened the software on his computer, preparing to connect to his remote server and try to track the other party's location through the phone signal. At the same time, he immediately activated the security system for his own data segment.

Hondo Eisuke immediately went to help, so the task of pressing the answer button was handed over to Wakasa Rumi.

Once everyone agreed, Rumi Wakasa didn't hesitate and immediately pressed the answer button on her phone, putting the call into speakerphone mode.

The call was answered, but neither of them spoke immediately. After a minute, the other person, who was more impatient, took the initiative to speak, albeit in a less than friendly tone.

"You guys are still so fast, you dwarf killers. I knew you'd get this phone."

The moment the sound rang out, Curaçao's eyes changed, and he quickly made a gesture and mouthed words to everyone, conveying an important message.

"It's rum!"

Upon receiving this message, Dave and Rumi Wakasa, who harbored the most hatred towards Rum, immediately changed their expressions and stared intently at their phones.

"Who are you? What brings you here?"

Narrowing her eyes, Rumi Wakasa took the initiative to speak, slightly altering her voice, preparing to have a good argument with Rum on the phone.

"You're not the Dwarf Killer. I only talk to Dwarf Killers. I imagine you're reluctant to hang up now, right? There must be someone nearby desperately trying to find my location, right? I'm giving you that chance, but let the Dwarf Killer talk to me first."

"I'll give you five seconds. If the dwarf killer isn't here, there's no need for us to communicate anymore."