Beichuan Si was awoken by the ringtone of his own cell phone.
When he woke up, he made a point to check the time.
Two o'clock in the morning.
At this time, the person calling him...
Beichuan Si glanced at the contact on his phone screen.
It was Gangye Yoshiko.
"..." Beichuan Si.
Gangye Yoshiko calling him at such a late hour must have meant there was an urgent matter.
Without hesitation, he reached out to answer the call:
"Hello?"
On the other end, Gangye Yoshiko's grave voice came through the phone, her distinctively cold voice mixed with the jarring sound of police sirens:
"Beichuan."
"Ookubo is in trouble."
With just those simple two sentences, Beichuan Si was slightly rejuvenated; he swung himself out of bed and asked: "Location?"
"I've already sent someone to pick you up, they should be almost there. This time the case has some unusual aspects."
Beichuan Si raised his hand to draw back the curtains, looking down.
