Within the Capital City, inside a Japanese embassy office.
Murakami Taro's face was wracked with anxiety as he paced back and forth in front of his desk.
It was he who had arranged for a delegation, led by Hirano Keiji, to come from Japan to the Capital City.
He had also arranged their accommodations.
But now, since that night when he had informed them about Chen Hai staying at the courtyard house in Liuhua Alley,
Hirano Keiji and his group had been missing for several days.
"Ring ring... Ring ring..." The telephone on the desk rang.
"Hello, who is this?"
"Aren't you the ones who claim to be the local powers of the Capital City, saying there's no one you can't find?"
"These are three citizens from Japan, 'alive we want to see the person, dead we want to see the body', and now you are telling me that you can't find any trace of them, as if they had evaporated into thin air?"
...
Furious after a few words, Murakami Taro directly hung up the phone.
