The Savior of the Tokyo Metropolitan Police Department

Benedict at the foot of the mountain pursed his lips and remained silent.

Belmode sat down with his legs crossed, his red lips slightly parted, and the tulle fluttered: "I thought you would promise me that you would not die and would come back alive to complete the deal with me."

"I've lied countless times in my life, but that doesn't mean I've lied all the time. If it were you, you'd be caught by that kind of lunatic, and you'd be sure to escape under the bombardment Is it a birthday?"

Atsuto Yamashita sneered, and lowered his eyes to the woman who was fiddling with scarlet nails.Before she could answer, she picked up the wine glass and continued talking to herself: "Every year, there are so many criminal cases in Japan. And in these criminal cases, the guilt rate is as high as 99%.

This also means that once someone is prosecuted by the prosecution, he will almost be found guilty. "

This is where the main culprit, Wuhe Liang, decided on Yamashita Atsuto - Japan applies the principle of "suspicious crimes" and rarely follows the principle of "suspicious crimes".

Even if Kasumigaoka Shiyu wins the murder case in court and wins the lawsuit, the influence and "persecution" of public opinion on her will not disappear.

This "persecution" may be due to colored spectacles in people's minds, it may be due to the discussions behind the scenes, and it may even develop into hatred against her, thinking that she was successfully acquitted because she had money and hired barrister Yingli.

Because the public opinion in Japan has already recognized the concept of "suspicion".

As a celebrity, as long as you are charged with homicide by the prosecution, you will inherently lose points in the hearts of the public.

If you didn't kill someone, why did you insist on going to court for so long when you couldn't even produce conclusive evidence?

Isn't it because of the money that he got off the crime?

There is a dark side in the human heart, and Atsushi Yamashita has always speculated with the greatest malice on those stupid dogs who follow the trend and trample on them.

What's more, he didn't feel that he and Shiyu were in love with each other, and that flowers were blooming.

Especially Shi Yu, in this place where the ranking of seniority is serious, her rocket-like fame and status have already made some so-called seniors jealous.

I am older than you, and have been writing longer than you, so why did you become such a hit when you debuted?Didn't you miss the point of Toshito Yamashita?

Human jealousy will eventually turn into malice from the devil.

"So, you think that Wu Heliang will use a piece of conclusive evidence to make you go to the explosion site in person, so you want me to take a special protective suit."

Although it was a questioning sentence, Belmode used it in an affirmative tone.

"That bastard is like me, and he'll do it."

"But I remember, didn't you say he was dead?" Belmode drank and leaned lazily on the sofa.

"Ming Xiu plank road, dark Chencang."

Atsuto Yamashita put down his wine glass, sneered, and his eyes were full of sarcasm: "From the beginning, I didn't believe that a person who made up his mind to play me would really stay in the villa and wait for the police to leave, and let his men escape and be found .Also, let me ask you, will your winery's villa in Tokyo have secret passages to escape?"

"Yes." Belmode readily admitted.

"Even the IQ of your winery knows how to build secret passages in case of escape. Do you think a veteran criminal who has been lurking in Tokyo for an unknown amount of time will leave a secret door to escape in the villa? He has to play the trick of burning the villa and let his subordinates Escaping from the surface of the villa? Isn’t this what seduces me to go to the villa to watch him die?”

"……………………"

Belmode inexplicably felt that he might be offended: "Are you so sure that it's not because of the lack of time? Or other reasons?"

"Before walking into the fire scene, I asked Shiratori and the others to remember to bring a shielding device. I asked Hattori Heizo to take it out of the Osaka Police Station with his authority, and it cannot be purchased on the black market. That kind of thing. It’s still just an experimental product, and its biggest function is……”

Atsuto Yamashita grinned, with a particularly cold smile: "After receiving the signal frequency band from the controller to detonate the bomb, it will automatically intercept and generate a detonated signal to connect with it.

This also means that when he was in the fire scene, if the detonator in the hands of [Wu Heliang] was really a bomb detonator, there would never be a situation where it could not be detonated.

But the controller in his hand shows that it cannot be detonated. "

This is why Atsuto Yamashita took the initiative to throw the phone out and changed the topic to the bomb to test 【五河良】.

"You...were prepared from the very beginning that he would create the illusion that he was dead and use the detonator falsely?"

Belmode put down his wine glass, crossed his legs, and carefully looked at the man with a stern face in front of him.

"I didn't give him much time to think. The transmitter sewn into the police windbreaker is my ultimatum to him. If he doesn't find out, then I can arrest him on the spot in the villa. But if he When he found out, the first thing he had to do was to destroy the materials in the villa and find a way to create a new identity for himself.

For this kind of person who likes to stand behind the scenes and operate everything, even if Wu Heliang is himself, as long as he is exposed, he should die.Because the exposure of his identity will bring him all kinds of changes, because he hasn't managed to play me around.

Fortunately, I bet right. "

Pushing the empty transparent glass in front of Belmode, the arc of Totsuto Yamashita's mouth made this witch with thousands of faces, who was used to strong winds and waves, feel a little chilled: "I have confirmed Hoshino's true identity from Hanayamain." After that, the final game of life-gambling has already begun."

"It's just that the difference from the last game is that this time, I'm the manipulator behind the scenes."

It was supposed to be a refreshing smile, but Belmode felt that his blood was cold for no reason at this moment.

The man sitting in front of her now has a bolder and more delicate thinking than any policeman she has ever come into contact with.

It's just that he caught this tiny tell, found a loophole that wasn't considered a loophole, and immediately turned over and sat on the chess table, transforming from a chess piece to a chess player.

He would not follow the prisoner's nose, he chose to believe in himself, and made countermeasures and preparations as soon as he discovered the flaw.There is no concern that the prisoner still has a terrible bomb in his hand.

In other words, he is using his own way to force the prisoner to take out the bomb in his hand and threaten him, bringing the prisoner into his own rhythm.

"does it worth?"

After a long silence, Belmode just asked the last question.

"Have you ever had a lover?"

"…………"

Belmod fiddled with his fingernails for a moment, then lit a cigarette, and did not speak again.

Ever since her body turned into this ghostly appearance, she has already forgotten what love is.

At most, it's a martini mixed with gin.

"Let's go, give me an answer tomorrow."

Atsuto Yamashita smiled lightly, stood up and left.

Amidst the smog, Belmode responded, "Come and get it tomorrow afternoon."

"Thanks, Belmode."

Akatsuki Yamashita opened the door without looking back.With his left hand in his pocket, he raised his right hand above his head and waved goodbye to her: "No, I should call you Chrissy Wynyard."

The man's tone became lazy again, Belmode, with a cigarette in his mouth, played with the lighter in his hand, without saying a word.

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"Duke, where have you been?"

When Atsuto Yamashita cleaned up his mood and returned to the hotel room humming a little song, Kasumigaoka Shiyu, who hadn't slept yet, sprang out of the bedroom like a ghost, startling him who had just turned on the light.

"I went to Hattori's house and talked to the head of the Osaka Police Headquarters."

Atsuto Yamashita grinned at the corner of his mouth, showing what he thought was a naive smile.

Xiazhiqiu Shiyu narrowed his eyes slightly, and the tip of his nose moved slightly, as if he was smelling something.

"what happened to you?"

"Why do you smell like other women?"

——? !

Surprised!

I smell like other women? ? ?

Why can't I smell it? !

"How is it possible, Shiyu, you think too much—"

"It's the same smell as the woman who pretended to be you today."

Xiazhiqiu Shiyu interrupted her fiancé's defense, and the latter was momentarily at a loss for words.

What the hell? !

What's the matter with you, Belmode? !

What about the promised top master of disguise? !

The people at the foot of the mountain were stunned.

"What's going on here, Dude?"

Recalling the short content written in the anonymous email he just received a few minutes ago, Kasumigaoka Shiyu stretched out his hand and forced the man's eyes to look closely at him.

"Well, I confess, I went to Tokyo to arrest people. The reason why I asked the old woman to pretend to be me is to deceive people. I suspect that there are people around us who are always watching, so there is no way."

Looking directly into the eyes of his fiancée, Yamashita Toruto's eyes were full of sincerity.

Words such as "You believe me, you believe me!" are written all over his face.

"Why didn't you tell me?"

"Isn't it because you're afraid that you'll get twisted? If you know that I'm not the one who has been busy investigating things going around all day today, the changes in your expression may not be real, and you will be easily spotted."

"Really?"

Xiazhiqiu Shiyu was suspicious.

The fiancé's expression looked deceptive and sincere.

"Then can you explain why this person pretending to be you sent me this email?"

Shi Yu took out his mobile phone, dug out the mail and handed it to him.

[Hello, kind girl.I'm sorry to inform you in this way, but unfortunately, I am the one who will have lunch and dinner with you today, not your fiancé.In addition, remember to pay the remuneration before asking him to make a deal next time, and don't owe him so much.

—a beautiful woman. 】

Toshita Yamashita watched with eyes twitching.

Lord Belmode!

"Well, it's just that I reneged on my debt and didn't want to pay this old woman. You haven't already transferred the money to her, have you?"

Akatsuki Yamashita immediately became vigilant.

Xia Zhiqiu Shiyu blinked, feeling a little funny: "You owe a favor, and a debt of favor is harder to repay than money."

"She owes me."

Benedict at the foot of the mountain curled his lips in disdain, resolutely refused to admit it, even if beaten to death.

He firmly believed that if he hadn't been merciful, Belmode would have been killed by him.

"You."

Xiazhiqiu Shiyu shook her head, and tapped her fiancé's forehead with her right index finger: "Go take a bath, you're covered in sweat."