Conan: I Am Surrounded By Undercover

Three years ago, on November 7, gangsters planted two different bombs in two high-end apartments. They demanded 1 billion yen and threatened the police not to evacuate any occupants in the buildings. As soon as they see someone leaving the building, they will directly detonate the bomb.

Of course, the police wouldn't give money casually. They immediately arranged for bomb disposal officers from the explosive ordnance disposal team to go to the two apartments.

At that time, it was not long after Matsuda Jinpei and Hagihara Kenji graduated, because the excellent technology was already the elite in the group, and their boss let them be responsible for one place.

What Matsuda Jin leveled was the closer building, and the bomb was on the fourteenth floor.

The location of the bomb was very clever. It was stuck between the gaps in the stairs of the safe passage. Matsuda Jinping judged that he could not transfer it to a safe place to detonate, so he had to put on explosion-proof clothing and take out tools to defuse the bomb on the spot.

The casing was quickly removed, and after seeing the wires inside, a senior next to him instantly stared.

"how come?!!"

Matsuda Jinhei, who had always been full of confidence, was also stunned.

Instead of the various colored wires that are common in other bombs, there are dozens of identical black wires twisted together like snakes.

Because there are too many, one layer is one layer, these wires are tightly pressed on the timer, and the corresponding sockets are almost indistinguishable.

It's not so much a bomb disposal as it's a one-way ticket to hell.

Three years later, Matsuda Jinhei still remembers every minute and every second of the bomb disposal.

——The weight and discomfort of wearing the explosion-proof suit, the heavy breathing in my ears, the sweat on my forehead, and the sweat flowing into my eyes, I can only blink a few times to avoid being disturbed and misreading the wrong wires. Worry, fear and doubt on the faces of others...

From the mock bombs at the police school to the masterpieces from the various prisoners that he faced after becoming a police officer, there was no second bomb that made Jinhei Matsuda feel so intractable, causing him to have the idea of ​​"I might die here".

Because the impression is so deep, even if he closes his eyes, he can draw the internal structure of the bomb.

The images that had appeared in my mind countless times in the past were reappeared in a clearer, more detailed and more professional way at an unexpected time and place, which made Matsuda Jinping unable to react for a while.

He looked at it and suddenly noticed that there was another drawing behind the drawing.

He turned it over and found that it was a blueprint for another bomb.

This bomb was smaller than the previous one, but left more text in the blank space.

"..."

Matsuda Jinping looked at the words and recalled the last phone call three years ago.

...

"It's bait."

"The timer on the outside is fake, it's just a bait to attract the police. The shell of this bomb is connected to the internal wiring, and only after the shell is disassembled does the bomb really enter the detonation state... This is too much, to let it go The police who came to defuse the bomb started the bomb with their own hands."

"Don't say these words! Others took pictures of the internal wiring diagrams and passed them to me, you hurry up-"

"It's useless."

"...?"

"The angle of the photo he took is not right. From my point of view, I can see that there is a line that is deeply buried and completely buried inside the bomb. This line is the key. As long as this line is continuous, even if all other lines are cut off , the prisoner can still press the remote control to detonate at any time... There is absolutely no solution, the moment the box is opened, this is a dead end."

"I heard from the seniors that the Metropolitan Police Department has already given money, so the real timer stopped temporarily... Really, Xiao Zhenping, you tried so hard to dismantle another bomb and came over, but I was helpless. ."

"Since it's stopped, get down quickly! What are you still doing on it?"

"I can't go yet. Next, I will transfer the 1 billion yen bomb to a safe place to detonate it. This is also our job."

The person on the other end of the phone laughed, his voice as light as ever.

"If I can, I really want to see who is so mad... what?!"

...

This was Kenji Hagihara's last word in the world.

The words of my friend are still in my ears, and the flat drawings in my hands are wrinkled, and the careful annotations on it, such as how to connect the wires to the casing, how to bury the most important lines in the parts that the bomb disposal can't touch... All messed up into a group.

Matsuda Jinhei finally recovered from this great shock.

Just then, he noticed a group photo on the sheets, and at a glance he saw someone standing in the first row - a face he would never forget.

As if all the blood was hitting the brain, an unprecedentedly intense anger swept through the whole body. Matsuda Jinpei, who usually thinks calmly about even the most dangerous bombs, burned all his sanity at this moment.

——Let me ask, apart from the bombing police at the scene and the technicians in the equipment class who have heard the description afterwards, who else can draw the structural drawings of these two bombs?

The answer is simple.

Matsuda Jinping got up with the blueprint, grabbed the collar of the red-haired man in front of him, and slammed him into the wall.

This note took a lot of strength, and the wooden wall was shaken. Yamao Yosuke didn't expect Matsuda Jinhei's sudden outburst, because of the pain of the violent impact, his beautiful face suddenly twisted.

He stretched out his uninjured left hand and tried to pull Matsuda Jinpei's hand away, but after pulling it a few times, he found that the hand didn't move at all.

"...you want to use lynching to extract a confession because you can't find any evidence of my murder, officer?"

Yamao Yosuke maintained the posture of being pressed against the wall, and glanced down at the design drawing that was close at hand.

"This is the result of my university, but unfortunately I only made preliminary designs and did not make them myself, because they are not perfect in my mind... But my classmates are very interested in them, so I put them The blueprints were given to them."

Yamao Yosuke, who couldn't break free, spoke a little faster than before. He didn't beg for mercy. Facing Matsuda Jinping's grim face, he was still smiling. Those eyes were like the sky at the extreme night, so dark that no light could penetrate. .

"Are you a bomb disposal policeman~www.NovelMTL.com~ or used to be a bomb disposal policeman, right? Your reaction is so great. Could it be that it was my achievement that killed you? What's so important—"

Matsuda Jinping loosened his fingers, and the blueprint fell to the ground.

He raised his right hand and slammed a punch forward!

"Boom!!"

The fist was wrapped in the wind and rubbed against the red hair, and it was chiseled into the wall like a heavy hammer, and the sound of the plank breaking sounded behind him.

It was loud enough to shake people outside. Yosuke Yamao tilted his head silently, and found that he had been punched in the opposite direction less than 1 centimeter away from his head - he could see the room of the deceased in Room 108 next door.

Matsuda Jinhei withdrew his hand without saying a word, he let go of Yosuke Yamao, and bent over to pick up an object that fell from the cracked wooden wall.

The suspect who was released looked there, and was quickly taken aback: "...pinhole camera?"

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