[Comprehensive] Police Chronicle

Texted Liu good night, but Aizawa himself didn't sleep.

"When he witnessed the murder scene, he may have something to do with the murderer."

Ms. Liu's vague voice came from the stool.

"It's all speculation, you can forget it after hearing it."

Without asking any further questions, Aizawa helped Ms. Liu with the stool.

"The photo album is here." Ms. Liu came down and opened the photo album with a smile, "I don't know where to throw the camera."

There are not many photos of Liu in the album.At the age of three or four, the fat of the baby has not disappeared, and the face with a double chin is happily smiling; at the age of six or seven, there is no expression, and the face is round; when you are in your teens, you are getting thinner and thinner, and the only one or two snapped photos show a reserved smile Quite a few, with a somewhat dull look besides being gentle.

Looking at the last photo, the year carefully marked in the blank space of the photo album is when Liu was a hero. He probably just finished his mission, and there is a smear of blood on his cheek, tired and indifferent... There will be no more after that.

As a professional hero, Aizawa was very busy in those four years. His classmates couldn't get together, and he didn't see Liu a few times in total. He was in such a bad state.

Ms. Liu had already left, staring for a long time at his slightly gloomy eyes in the dim light of the last photo, Aizawa recalled an unrelated event.

In a class dedicated to naming heroes, Liu stood on the podium and showed the word board: Dao Feng Xun Yi.

It has absolutely nothing to do with him and his personality.

"My brother's personality is Daofeng." Liu routinely explained the reason for the name, "My brother's name is Xunyi."

In the well-lit classroom, on the narrow podium, Liu's expression was determined, and there was a creepy atmosphere.

At that time, Aizawa knew that Liu had two people on his back, and Liu would become a hero.

"Comrade police, thank you!"

Liu pushes back the victim's red envelope: "Serve the people."

"Then the compensation for my husband breaking something..."

The victim's daughter arrived at this time, and Liu pointed her to the place to fill out the form, and turned to clean up the police hall with Kimura as if it had been blown by a typhoon.

"Come back so late." Kimura held the bandage on the bruised arm and straightened the counter. "The case is difficult?"

"The follow-up to the arrest and evidence collection is okay." Liu put the broken chair back in the corner, "It's just going to court, and the first one probably won't be able to get in."

"Ah, I heard that there is a powerful illegal personality association above the drug den."

"The port mafia, they all act under this name." Liu tried to make room for a place to stay, and said in a calm tone, "There is nothing we can do about them, the interests are related, and the higher-ups don't want to deal with them."

"The truth is in the hands of the 1 percent, who, coincidentally, usually have money and power."

Kimura paused, and put aside those interesting things.

"It's that group of mafias who actually named their personalities. One is better than another, such as Rashomon and Perfect Clothes. The aliases on the road are also based on the literary giants who mostly lived less than forty in modern times."

"What's going on here?"

Guessing he could meet Liu, Aizawa stopped by the police station to have a look, and all he saw was this mess.

"A drunk man thought his wife was an alien and chased and beat him on the street."

The girl over there finished filling out the form and helped the victim woman over there. She turned her head and smiled at Liu, who nodded back and turned to the office to get things.

"Almost killed someone, but luckily our police station was nearby, the victim rushed in, and the drunk followed, making the already chaotic police station even more chaotic." Kimura picked up Liu's words, raised his injured arm, "The terrible thing is that he still has a good personality. I managed to subdue him."

Liu walked out with a dozen documents: "I have to go to the hospital."

Aizawa went out with him: "What are you going to do?"

"A suspect was poisoned by eating feces last night."

"..."

"By the way, I've prepared a token of love, and I'm too embarrassed to give it to you myself." Liu stopped and sorted out the documents on the trash can lid, without any sign of embarrassment while speaking, "Shunfeng Express, pay attention to check."

Aizawa was speechless.

"I am leaving."

"You've worked hard."

Liu Ben knew and left immediately, but when he heard this, he stopped and hugged Aizawa.

"Serve the people without hard work."

The tips of Liu's hair slid across Aizawa's cheeks, and there was a faint smell of tobacco. Liu also discovered this in time, and watched Aizawa's reaction before leaving quickly.

Aizawa raised his head to look for the back of Liu who left, and saw that the girl just stopped Liu who hadn't gone far, and asked with a blushing face, "Can you leave me your phone number."

"National chain of police stations, is it necessary?"

"..."

She insisted, and Liu found a piece of paper and wrote down a string of numbers.

When Liu walked away, Aizawa walked up to the girl, before she said anything, she gave him the note with a succumbed expression on her face.

Aizawa still wondered if he was fierce. After reading it, he returned the note with complicated emotions.

Of the seven digits on the note, the first four digits 0081 are the area code of the police station, and the last three digits are 110.

No wonder he hadn't had a date for so many years and solved the case.

Aizawa received the courier the next day, and he was neither big nor small.Aizawa wanted to tear up the package with his hands, but he was afraid that the contents inside would be damaged, so he took it apart neatly.

After opening layer after layer of packaging, Aizawa lifted the final veil, revealing a beautiful... bone.

Human arm bones, Aizawa identified.

He sent a message to Liu and called Liu, but there was no response.Call Ms. Liu, Liu is not at home.Liu's mobile phone could not be located, and there were no threatening calls demanding ransom or information, so he called Liu's police station. Liu's colleague Kimura said that Liu had been temporarily transferred and his whereabouts were unknown.

Aizawa was worried, and recalled that Liu was holding the document and said he was going to the hospital. He caught a glimpse of the official seal of a certain hospital on the document that Liu sorted out, so he searched for the trace and rushed there.

The hospital lobby has a strange smell of potion. Apart from the pale walls and uniforms, there are colorful signboards. At a glance, Aizawa saw Liu at the shared power bank next to the queue at the registration desk, holding a dead and turned off mobile phone, and facing it. Only by scanning the mobile phone can you use the QR code of the power bank to daze.

"You really have been in the hospital all the time."

Liu looked at Aizawa dully, wondering why he came to the hospital to see something.

"You do not believe?"

"..." Who would believe that people are poisoned by eating shit.

Aizawa scanned the QR code for him, Liu's phone was charged and turned on, and there was a message from Aizawa's three-way missed call. It turned out that Aizawa was not sick, but just worried about himself.

In this way, Liu needs to explain: "The girl who lost her foot I mentioned a few days ago is in the same hospital as the man who eats shit. Although her foot has been recovered, there is a large area of ​​skin defect, so it is not suitable to be connected for the time being. A few days."

"How did she break her foot?"

"It was hacked by her boyfriend. Her boyfriend came to visit last night, and I have to watch them control the situation." Liu watched a night of magical love and absurd drama, "She neither sued nor separated from him, and he gave her everything. Kneeling and apologizing, he loves her, and she loves him even more. Why do you love him, can you use a knife?"

Although it is difficult to understand, Aizawa is still objective: "Some people find it difficult to love themselves, so they love others crazily."

"That person deserves it too. She said he was her hero. That guy hasn't joined the Hero Association formally like you, and has taken the temporary hero license." Liu Yue became more and more angry, "Most hero exams only look at Personality does not check social credit, and there is no review in the early and late stages, and this kind of thing makes him unable to touch his license for several months."

Aizawa changed the subject: "Is this the first time he has been violent to her?"

"Just the heaviest of countless times so far."

The battery was almost fully charged, Liu took off the phone, and it was just getting dark outside.

"I'm walking home, will you come with me?"

"it is good."

The night came and the street lamps came on one after another. Summer was coming, the air was warm, and the road to Liu's new home was just as deserted as Liu described.

Aizawa looked for an opportunity to mention the express delivery.

"Be sure to carry it with you. You take it with you like you take me." Liu paused, and then said, "In addition to the girl who lost her footing, there is another suspect in the same hospital as Cai Cai who has kidney disease. That is a Filipino teenager who entered the country illegally. In order to come here, the individuality of the kidney organ was sold to rich people in need by means of organ transplantation."

Although Aizawa didn't know the situation, he sympathized with the boy.

"What are you doing here?"

"Look at the snow."

"Only looking at the snow?"

"That's right, just go to Hokkaido to see the snow in winter."

The immature and humble wish of a poor boy.

"He came here in early spring, and was arrested in early summer. When he is released from the hospital, the amount of drugs he has hidden and the blame he received from his online account, he will either be deported or spend most of his life in prison. He is destined to never see the snow of freedom."

The topic seems to be becoming more and more serious, but the world is like this, which victim has no story about the wound, which perpetrator has no difficulty behind it, everyone has hidden pain these days, and their personality cannot be changed. What I see is the dark side of the whole society. Wherever I go, there are no bottomless dregs of the world, or people who make a mess of their lives with the inferiority brought about by their mothers.

"You have done your due diligence every time you handle a case," Aizawa said, "I thought your sense of justice wouldn't make you calm."

"I don't practice individual heroism, I know where I am."

In the system of the state apparatus, there is no fairness at all in a power-oriented society.

"You can occasionally say something with emotional intelligence."

Liu fell silent, and Aizawa turned to look at him.

The uncertain lights of street lamps with unstable voltage shone on this unpredictable person.

Aizawa seemed to find something in his eyes, it was very subtle, disappointed and expected at the same time.He felt it was against the law.

"You've changed a lot."

"I haven't changed at all, and it's this that makes me despair." Speaking of such difficult words, Liu smiled, "You can't just see what others show you."

Aizawa understood what he meant, and also understood what Liu's disappointed and expectant eyes were. Because of this, he felt that he and Liu were one step closer, and also more unfamiliar.

Liu expects him to know something, but is disappointed that he doesn't know, and this will show him his true self.

There are still secrets hidden in Liu.

Aizawa was in a state of confusion, and he followed Liu into the house unknowingly, and saw corrugated cardboard boxes arranged in an orderly manner in the chaos, the windows were large and useless, and the computer with the most hardware in the center was the one with the most traces of use.

While Liu was fiddling in front of the computer, Aizawa carefully looked at the paper pasted on the main machine, a sketch portrait of a little girl with braids, Aizawa remembered Ms. Liu's photo album, and thought carefully, the portrait was Liu Liusui Does it look like left and right?

Just as he was about to speak, Liu raised his index finger to his lips.

Then Liu went to close the window: "Go out for a walk, there is an outdoor basketball court nearby, I will light some mosquito coils, there are bugs in the house."

The meaning of the words is obvious, don't talk about the substantive content here.

Liu stayed up all night for two consecutive days, and Aizawa was afraid that he would not be able to play basketball due to lack of energy, so he reasoned that he didn't want to play.Liu sat side by side with him on the asphalt ground at the edge of the field, leaning on the barbed wire to pull something.

Looking up while talking, there are many buildings around you, undulating and continuous surrounding a cloudy sky, the whole is like an upside-down sewage well, and the flashing neon lights in it are like stars, the street lamp closest to you is your moon, you Wandering in the lower level of the universe like a sewage well made of reinforced concrete, communicating with people through a vacuum.

"...You must have forgotten what you looked like when you were a child. Girls' sketches make you draw a self-portrait."

Liu regained consciousness and realized that what Aizawa was talking about was the portrait he posted on the console.

Aizawa, who saw a picture of himself as a child from Ms. Liu, thought that the portrait was the same as Liu.

But what Liu painted was the restored portrait of the murdered girl in Liu Haozhang's case.

In an instant, Liu understood something, and his eyes suddenly darkened.

☆、Chapter Eleven

Liu knew that he was in a dream.

In the hot summer, the road is distorted by steaming heat, and the gold shop across the street is in a mess.

The scenes are very documentary, his dreams lack fantasy, and the memories always come back.

He was here, seeing the chaotic crowd on the other side of the street, screaming one after another, and the brother who rushed forward impulsively died with the enemy.

The enemy looked at him.

There was no coldness in that gaze, only calmness, and he was even fascinated by seeing himself, unwilling to die.

The swarming policemen overwhelmed his loving gaze, and his reflection from Willow's eyes disappeared.

The scene in the dream changed abruptly, and in the blink of an eye it was the funeral.

Liu sat on the cold chair at the family table at the funeral. The person on the right side was holding his hand. His palm was sweaty. If he wanted to comfort himself, Liu wanted to tell him that there was no need.

The location was very close to the coffin, Ms. Liu's eulogy on the stage was sobbing, and Liu Bai was bored, almost ruthlessly thinking that Liu Xun could not die at all.

As long as you don't make choices that are selfless to society and selfish to them for the so-called heroic beliefs, you won't die at all.

At that time, Liu didn't quite understand death. The saying from fairy tales was that the dead went to another unknown world, and the living would never see him again.

So Liu knows that fairy tales are bullshit.

Human beings have appeared on the earth for more than 1000 years, and [-] billion people have died so far. Every inch of the world of the dead must be crowded like a subway in the evening rush hour.

There is a tall black ghost lying on the coffin, its shape is close to that of a human body, the facial features on the head cannot be seen clearly, the arms are blades, and black particles are floating around.

The father didn't respond to this, Liu didn't understand, only he could see the ghost of his brother.

This selfish mentally handicapped person not only has the face to appear but also has a last wish?

It's autumn when you open your eyes.

Outside the window, the golden leaves of the poplar and cherry trees fluttered and fell, and the willow climbed up from the desk.

Apparently it was to prevent Aizawa from pretending to be asleep during class to arrest the weapon, but in the end he really fell asleep.

In the next section of independent combat training, the class is empty.

No one called him, and when he opened his eyes, he found that there was no one there, and he was used to being alone, so Liu inevitably felt that... this was too cool.

There is no noise to disturb people's slumber, and a place in this world where there is no one is a good place.

Recalling the dream just now, Liu went to find the training ground and classes.

The ghost that Liu saw for the first time at the funeral would always appear every time he was overworked. Liu didn't think it was a fantasy product of insanity, because the traces of cutting things with the blade on its body existed objectively.

Liu unilaterally agrees that it is brother's ghost. If you want to ask why, it is better to be a dumb here than to squeeze with 1000 billion people over there.

This class is free team formation. Liu was embarrassed by the free team horseback riding battle at the sports festival before, and unexpectedly came again.

Fortunately, there are even numbers of people in the class, two by two, waiting for another poor student who is alone to form a team.

The other is Aizawa.

"Why did you have Yamada-san as an order?" Liu couldn't help asking curiously.

"I did it on purpose."

A two-person team should generally be engaged in a battle or rescue operation with another team.

However, the students who had a good relationship and formed a team were tricked by the teacher. This class required two people in the team to fight each other.

Liu looked at Aizawa, and found that the other party had been looking at him since sometime.

After going through the panic about Aizawa's personality during the beginning of school, Liu found that he would not abuse his personality when fighting other students outside of class, and he had no malice towards himself, so he could finally accept his sight with patience and discomfort.

Aizawa also took out a mess of rags from his pocket: "Thank you for this."

This poor-looking rag is the weapon of arrest.Having said that, wouldn't the battle be exposed?

"Teacher." Liu raised his hand to ask for instructions, "Can I admit defeat?"

"Being defeated without fighting does not conform to the character of a hero, and he will be dropped out of school."

"That's it."

Aizawa observed Liu's expression carefully, but didn't find any clues, as if he was just having fun with the teacher.

It was about to be Liu's turn, and Liu was very anxious.

"Teacher." Liu raised his hand to ask for instructions, "I have a cold, can I go to the infirmary? Cough cough."

Aizawa felt underestimated, and complained in his heart that Liu's cough was fake.

"Fleeing due to a little illness does not conform to the character of a hero, and he will be dropped out of school."

"That's it."

Aizawa finally asked, "Why don't you want to fight with me?"

The aftermath of personality battles in the training ground subsided, and the heat created by personality rolled to the outside of the field.

It will be their turn soon.Liu remained calm and took the topic off topic.

"Strangling a person's life, do you have this awareness in the future?"

Perhaps he was playing tricks, and Aizawa had to admit that he must have this consideration. I don't know if it was an illusion, but there was a heaviness in his words that ordinary people could not understand.

The teacher called the next group not far away, and Liu Wangtian in the next group sighed: "I have killed myself countless times."

Aizawa couldn't describe his strange feeling, the teacher was watching, Liu covered his mouth and leaned over, and then blood gushed out from between his fingers.

The students around were frightened, but Aizawa saw Liu Na's eyelashes drooping down slowly with his body, so calm that it made one's heart palpitate.

Liu continued to vomit blood, and the student was like this. The teacher immediately asked the classmate who had an advantage in speed to send Liu to the infirmary.

You can't go to the infirmary if you have a cold, but you can bite your tongue.

Despite blood loss, nerve tearing pain, and black particles looming in front of his eyes, Liu Zai relaxed his eyelids covered by scattered hair.

The students gathered around worriedly, only Aizawa stood still.

Why is it possible to do this?

In the futile battle that ended with Liu going to the infirmary, Aizawa fully understood what he could do beyond his imagination.

……

Liu Ruo's thoughtful expression was fleeting, Aizawa's questioning was fruitless, and he turned to other things.

"Your attitude towards your brother does not seem to be conventional family affection."

"Indeed, I didn't have a good relationship with my brother before I found out that I had no personality."

Liu was always willing to say more about his brother's problems.

"Because of my pretentiousness, my brother lied to me, teased me, bullied me, belittled me verbally, and even asked me to do homework for him."

"How old were you at that time." Aizawa was puzzled, "Why did he treat you so badly?"

"It should be. I also can't understand how aggressive I was when I was a child."

"..."

"It's not all because he doesn't like it, he's also jealous of my genius." Liu added objectively with a narcissism, "But I was found to have no personality, and he was the first person who didn't like me when I was really hit. "

"It's complicated."

"When a person enjoys a relationship, it is difficult to detect the difference from the relationship." At least Liu at that time could not notice it. "Only when you lose it will you awaken a new and deeper relationship, just like my brother. He killed himself."

Aizawa actually heard some ridicule: "If the enemy can revive your brother, the premise is that you submit to them, how do you choose?"

"I submit."

It seems that he is a model of hard-talking and soft-hearted.

"What about the beliefs of heroes and policemen?"

"No more."

"How do I die to get this status in your heart?" Aizawa was melancholy.

"You are not allowed to die."

Aizawa laughed.

"Dead people are the most annoying. Clingy people can kill familiar people. He can change your life without any effort, and usually it will only get worse." Liu talked about his own experience, "I'm an exception, because I will learn from it What a fucking genius."

"..." Aizawa suddenly understood his brother.

"By the way." Liu wanted to end the topic about his brother, "I posted a restored image of a young girl who was raped and murdered on my host."

"She looks the same as you when you were a child." Aizawa quickly realized, "The murderer in that case is related to your brother's case, is it the same person?"

Aizawa didn't know much about Liu Xunyi's robbery back then, and Liu explained: "My brother and the murderer died together."

The knife in the lungs is the most painful location in theory.The ambulance’s shortcut was hindered by the cracks in the road surface caused by the hero’s fight against the enemy’s attack a few days ago, so he could only take a long detour. Due to the emergence of personality, the level of medical treatment was regressed, and the doctor who quickly cured personality was on duty outside, so he spent a long afternoon leaving.

Aizawa still didn't see anything from Liu's superbly concealed face. An enemy that All Might defeated made Aizawa guess: "It may be that the murderer has the personality of returning from the dead."

"Although there is an immortal personality in theory, it's not easy to come back from the dead, and it's more likely that you are a copycat." Liu got up and walked to his apartment, "Then, the murderer deliberately left a half- He knows that my dad is a master of footprint identification, and he will be included in the task force even if he crosses the province."

Aizawa followed him back, and Liu explained his reasoning as he walked.

"The murderer expected that he would go back to the province to handle the case, and I would intervene in the case he brought back. When I saw the photo of the deceased, the deceased was very similar to my childhood."

Aizawa frowned when he heard this: "So, the murderer deliberately conveyed information to you..."

"His ideal target is me. To be precise, it is the six-year-old me who had a relationship with the murderer of my brother's case that year."

"Imitators usually imitate criminals with great influence and ruthless methods, and the methods are usually the same. The murderer in the girl's case does not match the characteristics of your brother's murderer." Aizawa had to list all these doubts, "Even if it is a copycat, why did he target you?"

"Cross-provincial crimes, the two cases were separated by 22 years, you missed two points."

Before going upstairs, Liu turned to face Aizawa with a relaxed and calm smile.

"I'll be busy for a while, so I'll keep the token of love close to me."

Aizawa watched him walk through the door.

In the end, after telling Aizawa, the main reason is that Liu didn't think the murderer could threaten him.

"I was wrong. The murderer may have a criminal record."

Liu stood in front of the load-bearing wall of the living room with a mobile phone with an unstable signal, and focused his eyes on it.

"What do you mean, what did you find?" Liu Haozhang's voice came from the other side.

"But even if there is, he must have changed his identity."

The wall was cold, Liu groped for it, the temperature of his hands gradually dropped during the process, and he remained still.

"What's the latest follow-up to that case?"

"Another young girl is missing, the daughter of the owner of the black meat shop. A coordinated investigation has been launched, and there are no witnesses."

There was the sound of flipping paper over there, it should be Liu Haozhang flipping through the investigation records of the case.

"There is no body fluid left in the body of the deceased, and the DNA cannot be compared. The reason for the merged case is that the missing girl is similar to the deceased in that case and the identification result of the half footprint left at the scene is the same."

Liu opened his eyes and pressed his forehead against the cold wall. The deep part of the wall may be where the bug is located.

Who knows, it could be elsewhere, under the floor, on the ceiling, in the window.

Maybe more than one, there are no less than the imaginable number of wiretapping devices in all the locations Liu imagined.

Liu knew about it, but it didn't matter.

An accident destroyed Liu's residence, and he used the guilty conscience to divert Liu's attention. At the same time, Liu met a real estate agent and bought a house with bugs. How did Liu notice it?

The murderer planned carefully and was good at making traps.

Rufei Liu felt that the real estate agency was unnatural and difficult to notice, so he tried to find out the IP address of the bug slowly.

But there is no need for it now, Liu gave up going around in circles, and pretended not to know the phone call, inducing the other party to proceed to the next stage of the plan.

At the same time, Liu is trying to calm down the anger. Liu is actually very irritable.

Only then did he realize that he was coveted so much, and Liu was really disgusted, just like how he felt when he was on duty and couldn't persuade people to eat shit.

"Any other details are irrelevant."

"A large amount of nitrite was also missing with the girl."

"I see. See you at the task force."

Facing a murderer with average IQ who still feels good about himself, it would be a shame for Liu not to have an absolute advantage.

By the way, Liu's desire to win is one of the strongest, and he would rather die if he wins.

☆、Chapter Twelve

After a weekend job as a professional hero, Aizawa slips his goggles back on his head and drops eye drops amid the din of sweeping crime scenes in the background.

Unexpectedly, this mission did not overuse the eyes. There are only a handful of enemies with individuality, most of them are ordinary people and weak individuality. Based on his experience in missions over the years, the proportion of individuality should not keep up with the official forecast in the next ten years. 70%.

Aizawa was hidden in the shadow of the building at the scene, slightly opened his eyelids, and the police escorted the arrested person from in front of him to the police car.

"Hey!"

A series of drug dealers who were carefully guarded by the police in their guns suddenly shouted at Aizawa.

"Are you Shouta Aizawa?"

Aizawa was worried about Liu's various anomalies, and didn't bother to talk to the drug dealer who might just be trying to escape.

"I'm Liu Xunye's best friend, I have something for him!"

Detention house, meeting room.

Aizawa asked the prisoner who was handcuffed inside the willow iron railing: "Who is he?"

The person inside has a flat head, a scar from the forehead to the corner of the eye, and the wound on the shoulder caused by the arrest just now is soaked with blood. His eyes have nowhere to look. After reading half of it, I put it down angrily.

Liu greeted the guard who was leaving, and walked closer to look at him.

"Who are you?"

The man grinned: "It's the Afghan Temporary Anti-Terrorist Special Dispatch..."

Liu interrupted him: "My best friend, Igarashi, it's you."

Igarashi shut up angrily.

army?Aizawa followed in and only heard half of it, and then remembered the familiarity with the military system that Liu had shown when he recognized the background of the bank robbery suspect.

"Ide, why did you do this?" Liu had a little impression of him, but he was not someone who was beyond that company.

Ide's eyes were deep, slightly melancholy, and he hesitated to speak.

"My name is Panasonic."

Aizawa glanced at Liu, best friend?

"So what's the matter." Liu said briefly, "Don't avoid the important and ignore the minor, you shouldn't be reduced to this field."

Matsushita lowered his head and said vaguely, "I'm different from you."

"You said you had something to give me."

"A love letter for you was sent to me, and I was asked to give it to a person named Aizawa Shouta. I couldn't find you, and I couldn't find Aizawa Shouta with the photos. I just thought about it, and it turned out Afterwards, I didn’t know who was selected for the transaction, and I also saw him.”

"Clicked?"

"Black talk." Liu explained briefly, "It means that he was reported, and the informant may be the sender."

"I haven't found the source of the letter, so you don't need to try." Matsushita said, "The police uncle confiscated the letter outside, go to him to get it."

"Ueno, thank you."

"His name is Panasonic."

Matsushita thanked Aizawa, Aizawa said that he was not worth mentioning, and went out first.

On the other side, Aizawa was about to get the so-called love letter, only to come out when Liu and Matsushita said something else in a blink of an eye.

"What did you tell him?"

"It's nothing."

Liu took the letter from Aizawa.

Letter on the envelope, Zhi Xun also.

The letter was torn open, pink and blue letter paper, fine script, no wonder it was a love letter, Liu sniffed it, there was a faint smell of perfume mixed with a little bit of fresh salt.

It's just that the literary talent is really not good, the choice of words and sentences are contrived, and the level of education is not high at first glance.

The content is not important, but it seems that the robber who killed his brother is still alive.

The first love letter I received in my life was from a deranged serial murderer.

Liu turned his eyes to the so-called best friend in the interrogation room: "He even knows Xigu."

If it was really him, who would dig him out 20 years later, how did he obtain the information, and whether he had accomplices or defected to some organization.

"His name is Matsushita." Aizawa corrected him patiently, and couldn't help asking, "Who gave you the love letter?"

"If you want to read a love letter, I'll write it to you, but don't read his."

Obviously Aizawa didn't mean that, but he nodded anyway.

……

I'll find you wherever there's even the slightest inclination to give away a secret.

These words echoed in Matsushita's ears, and the prison visitors sat across the long table and sat in front of him face to face.

"It's not easy for me to get permission to ask you." Aizawa said straightforwardly, "Time is limited, please tell me what you can say."

Panasonic looked away and shrugged indifferently.

"Because it is confidential, it is inconvenient to say the specific location and specific group name. I will refer to us as A and the enemy as B."

Aizawa didn't expect him to be so happy, and thought he had to work hard.

Panasonic continued to speak plainly.

"B is a new local terrorist organization. It is small in scale and well-armed. Its behavior and style should be known from the fact that it is called a terrorist organization rather than an extremist organization. It is basically devoid of humanity."

In this mostly peaceful world with local wars, Aizawa imagined the worst, even though he expected the army and the war to be about terrorist organizations.

"Because certain countries participated in B too rampantly, resulting in some political changes, B lost some support, was besieged by local government forces, jumped the wall, hijacked a car of foreign tourists-hijacking locals may not be taken seriously by the local government- The vast majority of them are Japanese, and B intends to rise to the international level, but some high-level officials in a certain country have blocked all news about this matter out of certain considerations."

No wonder he didn't remember such a bad incident, so he tried his best to listen to it without emotion...but it has something to do with Liu?

"I am a member of A, and the national special task force tried to rescue the hostages." Panasonic finished explaining the background, "The Public Security Department of the Metropolitan Police Department parachuted Liu to supervise the command, and by the way, he will go to the battlefield with us. He will come to that damn place to manage That ghost thing was either done by someone, or it has another purpose."

Before realizing what was going on, Liu's occupation was different from what Aizawa knew.

"public security?"

Aizawa became serious, he really didn't expect that Liu was doing such a job before he was demoted.

The public security is different from the criminal police. The police are purely policemen, and they are similar in criminal and civil affairs. The people in the public security department of the Metropolitan Police Department are equivalent to the FBI in the country. They are responsible for monitoring extreme leftist violent groups, espionage, terrorist organizations, and so on.

So when Liu went to work in other provinces, he was actually poached and promoted.

"The point is not that he is a police officer, but what Yoo Jae-gap did. Do you know what his nickname is?"

"what?"

"Mad dog."

"..."

Don't you think this nickname is a bit embarrassing?

"At that time, B threatened us with hostages, let us send them if the supplies were exhausted, and beheaded a hostage if he didn't send them. A video was sent. Every time we tried to break through by sending supplies and tampered with food, we were noticed and accompanied by cruel hostage killings. , the confrontation was protracted."

Aizawa was silent.

"Liu was very irritable at the time. Although he was always like that, he didn't know what happened to his family later on. He was eager to make a quick decision. He privately proposed a plan with me who was in charge of delivering the supplies next time."

Feeling the key point, Aizawa's expression moved slightly.

"He asked me to seal him and the materials into airtight cement." Even now, Matsumoto couldn't help showing an incredible expression, "Did I say you sent the corpse to the terrorists to demonstrate? He said he would not die ...he really won't die."

Aizawa asked specifically: "Is it immortal?"

"Dead, revived in less than a second." Panasonic was a little emotional, "B's instrument for detecting the inside of the cement got a momentary feedback of life, and then disappeared. They didn't suspect that there was a person inside, but they suspected that A had done something. Ghost, if you detain me, you will probably use me to record a beheading video or make a body bomb or something."

Speaking of this, Matsushita smiled sarcastically, and the handcuffs hit the table with a click.

At that time, it would be fine if he died, and it would be considered a sacrifice for the country, and he might be able to posthumously seal something.

"The hostage and I are separated by a wall, thinking that Liu Ding will sneak in to steal information, and secretly exchange the hostages. Outside of B, A still doesn't know anything about it, probably we are both out of play this time... Then after a while, I heard a series of gunshots outside soon. People from B were yelling in their language. I don't know what happened. It felt like Liu made an move, and it was. I quickly broke free from the shackles , took advantage of the chaos and went to the next door to protect the hostages, Liu should have figured out their terrain, and fought guerrilla warfare. Depending on the situation, I saw Liu, and B's people were like a tide, wave after wave; like zombies, they couldn't be killed or wiped out. I was in a hiding place, and I was about to rush out to grab a gun to cooperate with him in fighting, and at the same time, B's people found that Liu was not dead , extremely panicked, and quickly switched to an anesthesia gun. He charged with a German MP5K, almost like a GSG9. He dodged the anesthesia needle if he could dodge it. If he couldn’t dodge it, he blocked it with his hand. After blocking it, he chopped off his arm with a saber to prevent the anesthesia from taking effect. After being shot, the dead arm will grow back with the resurrection..."

Having almost consumed the facts, Aizawa's nerves throbbed a little.

"Fortunately, B didn't have a lot of innocuous things like anesthesia guns. His final result was to single-handedly wipe out B. I think I have experienced many battles, but I am far from him.