The Savior of the Tokyo Metropolitan Police Department

"Also, after the fire is extinguished, ask someone to find out if there are bugs or anything like that inside."

"I understand."

Mu Mu Shisan nodded, and watched his subordinates leave with Sayuri on their backs.

The place where they are located is the Mihua Central Hospital, and it is not a problem at all to have an expert diagnosis on Sayuri Matsumoto through the high-level organization of the hospital.

"Turen, father—"

"Don't think about anything now, do an examination first, old man Matsumoto, Fukuoka, will die."

Atsuto Yamashita, who was carrying Sayuri on his back, was immediately blocked back with a word.

The next round of the game has not yet started, and Matsumoto Kiyoshi is not so easy to die.

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In the suburbs of Tokyo, somewhere in an abandoned building.

Matsumoto Kiyonaga, who was tied to the stone pillar, opened his eyes, and a well-dressed figure came into view with the sound of footsteps.

In a light brown suit, the buttons of the white shirt inside were undone, revealing a delicate collarbone.

Compared with men, his black hair was tied into a ponytail and tied behind his head. His eyes, which were not too big, looked more like narrowed slits to outsiders.

With slender and strong fingers, he played with the small objects in his hands, and after he randomly pulled the chair in front of the wooden table and sat down, he crossed his legs and looked at Matsumoto Kiyonaga.

"Looks like you failed."

Matsumoto Kiyonaga's voice was a little hoarse, but there was an undisguised mockery in his tone.

He did not see his daughter brought back.

"I have to say that Atsuto Yamashita's performance has indeed exceeded my expectations."

The man readily admitted.

"Want to see how he does?"

After all, the man didn't give Matsumoto a chance to refuse. He reached out and took the laptop on the wooden table, and inserted the memory card in his pocket.

"boom!"

With a gunshot, Atsuto Yamashita in the video gradually revealed the whole picture.

Destroy the signs of riots with the momentum of thunder, let Miwako Sato appear to sing red faces, and finally go to the morgue to comfort Sayuri Matsumoto.The apparently incoherent videos filled Matsumoto Kiyonaga's heart with relief.

However, when the video screen was finally frozen in a sea of ​​flames, the joy in his heart was directly weakened by seven or eight points.

"Want to know the final result?"

After the video was played, the man leaned forward and asked with a smile.

With a pleasant appearance, no one would have thought that he would be a criminal who committed a heinous crime.

"Your expression has already told me the final result."

Kiyoshi Matsumoto's long poker face made the man "tsk" subconsciously: "It's boring."

"In this case, then come and record a video with me, Mr. Manager of Search Section [-]."

After a lot of tossing, the man gained a full 10 minutes of material.

"I hope you can hold out until someone comes to rescue you, Mr. Administrator."

After the torment was over, the man who drank in front of Matsumoto Kiyoshi said goodbye, and his figure gradually disappeared at the end of the stairs.

"Ms. Hayasaka! Here!"

After driving back to Toyosaki Academy, the man who was about to go back to the office paused.

Looking in the direction of the voice, several female students in the first year of high school were waving at him.

"It's you, what's the matter, what's the matter?"

"Teacher, are you in charge of this school's exhibition?"

"Yes, do you have any good works that you want to submit to me?" The man smiled gently, and the ponytail at the back of his head swayed slightly with his movements.

"No, no, just ask, ask."

As if she couldn't stand the man's smiling face, the girl with blushing cheeks directly dragged the two booing girlfriends around her and fled quickly.

"You guys are going to die!"

"What are you doing? We are obviously helping you, Shuzi, are you right?"

"That's it."

"…………"

The slapstick of the adolescent girl was filled with the unique vigor of this age. The man turned around with a smile, walked across most of the campus and returned to the office.

"Bai Ya? Where have you been?"

As soon as I walked into the office, a familiar female teacher posted up.

"Preparing the works for the exhibition, I'm going crazy these days."