Social terror players, forced to become king

The explosion above was so powerful that the fire spread across the Ferris wheel.Even the police are evacuating people and retreating.

Knowing that this was the message sent by police officer Matsuda desperately, Miwako Sato calmed down and cheered up, but there were still tears in her eyes that had not been wiped away.

There was one more bomb that was not disposed of.

"The time is urgent. Officer Sato should also evacuate as soon as possible. The explosion and material disposal team has already passed the site of the second bomb." Officer Shiratori ran over and said, looking down at her with concern.

"I see." Said Miwako Sato, glanced at the Ferris wheel for the last time, and quickly prepared to follow him.

A hidden corner under the Ferris wheel.

The man leaned against the wall, his eyes closed as if falling into a deep sleep.

Maybe it was the explosion of the Ferris wheel, or his own struggle, the brows were furrowed on his handsome face.

After a while, he suddenly opened his eyes, his whole body tensed up immediately, and he quickly sat up straight.Within seconds, Matsuda Jinpei realized the situation in front of him.

He got up in a hurry, still feeling dizzy from the drug effect in his head. When he leaned on the wall with messy steps and looked at the Ferris wheel, it was already full of flames.

Can't see anything.

That child has such a miraculous ability, since he can save himself, he will definitely be fine.

Matsuda Jinpei's fingertips trembled slightly uncontrollably, trying not to let his thoughts turn to the other party. If it's really all right, why didn't he come to him.

Maybe it was because he was worried that the exposure of his special ability would cause him to reject him, so he might hide himself.

Sakura's words, as if saying goodbye, seemed to press a huge rock in the man's heart, which was so heavy that it was hard to breathe.

Only the police officers responsible for putting out the fire were left at the scene, and the other police officers from the Violent Crime Section were nowhere to be seen.Matsuda Jinpei clenched his fist, nails dug into his palm, trying to wake up his body with pain.

He rummaged through his pockets, but the phone was nowhere to be seen.

Maybe it fell on the ferris wheel with something else.

Matsuda Jinping stepped forward, borrowed a phone from a police officer who was directing the firefighting, and got through the cell phone of his colleague Miwako Sato.

Not long after, the call was connected.

"Hi, I'm Matsuda Jinpei, where are you now?" Matsuda Jinpei spoke first.

"Officer Matsuda?!" Miwako Sato's voice was filled with shock, "You're fine. I thought..."

Without waiting for the other party to continue to say other words, Matsuda Jinping continued: "Well, I'm fine, so can you tell me where you are now?"

"We evacuated the crowd at the location where the second, larger bomb was mentioned in your email, and the anti-drug treatment team is also here." The joy, Miwako Sato resisted these complicated emotions, and said to the man on the other side of the phone.

"The email I sent?" Matsuda Jinhei frowned slightly.

"That's right, the clues came from the criminals only three seconds before the explosion. You sent the text message to my mobile phone at the last moment." Officer Sato said, "It's great that Officer Matsuda survived." , are you injured?"

"I'm fine," Matsuda Jinhei's eyes darkened, and his mood sank to the bottom after hearing the other party's explanation. "The original mobile phone is broken. I will contact you later."

He hung up the phone and returned the phone to the police officer next to him.

"How long until the Ferris wheel fire is extinguished?" he asked.

"The distance is too high, and we need to wait for the fire truck to come. It is estimated that it will take about an hour." The policeman next to him said.

The corners of Matsuda Jinpei's mouth were tense. When he looked up, the cabin of the Ferris wheel he was in had been completely exploded, and a hole had been broken in the original complete circle.

If there are still people left inside, I'm afraid there will only be some ashes left.

"There are still some dangerous objects that fell from the sky above. If possible, this police officer, please stand as far away as possible." The police officer in charge of extinguishing the fire persuaded.

"Ah."

Jinpei Matsuda found a little pronunciation from deep in his throat.

The oxygen was clearly sufficient and the ground was empty, but the man felt a little out of breath.

If he went back at this time, maybe Sakura would still be obediently waiting for him at home.Unrealistic thoughts hovered in his mind, and they were overwhelmed by reason one after another.

Standing under the Ferris wheel, Matsuda Jinpei felt a little dazed for a while.

He walked out slowly, his eyes froze when he unconsciously landed on a certain object with high-temperature sparks that fell from above.

The young man ran forward and extinguished the remaining sparks with his sleeve without any hesitation.

The temperature of the wreckage was astonishingly hot, but it made Matsuda Jinpei's heart feel as if it was frozen in a world of ice and snow for an instant.

It was a severed arm belonging to a ball-joint puppet, with obvious scorching marks on it, and the little finger and ring finger had been burned away.

So, the police who were still on the ground saw the police officer belonging to the first search section anxiously searching the entire open space under the Ferris wheel, and asked them to keep the objects that fell from it.

The request was not too much, since the remains of the buildings that had been doused in flames remained where they were.

Matsuda Jinping looked for them one by one, with an unprecedented seriousness in his expression.

It wasn't until night fell that he managed to rummage through all the items.

The doll should not have been subjected to the impact of the explosion in the cabin, so many parts remained.The largest piece is the torso that is divided into two halves from the center. The upper head is missing the original blue left eye, and the eye socket seems to be cracked by the high temperature.

The limbs were incomplete, only the half-amputated arm he picked up, the left leg down to the knee, and the small half of the right foot remained.

The man tried hard to put the doll back together, but with little success.The occasion was not suitable for splicing, so he borrowed bags from other police officers and carefully placed the remains of the doll's body inside.

Matsuda stood up straight, looking straight ahead.

Through the reporters present, he learned that another bomb had been successfully dismantled, but the prisoner was still at large.

The incident came to an end for the time being. In theory, he should return to the Metropolitan Police Department to report on his duties at night, but since he has reported to Officer Sato that he is safe, Matsuda Jinpei does not want to go back on this day.

Just for this day, this night, let him skip work temporarily.

When Matsuda Jinpei returned home, the room was quiet, and the air was filled with the coldness of no one.

"I'm back." He said subconsciously.

There was silence in response to him.

"..."

The man closed the door and turned on the headlights in the living room. He carefully placed the contents of the bag on the coffee table one by one. Some of the adhesive structures were already extremely fragile and even on the verge of breaking.

Matsuda Jinpei brought towels, sprays, and some bandages that were available at home, and it took half an hour to barely restore the doll to its human form.

The missing parts were barely held together by the man with bandages, and the split torso was similarly wrapped.He also tried his best to clean the parts burned by the flames.

If you only look at the part of the right eye, it seems that the doll is sleeping.

However, the other party's eyes no longer opened.

The doll's original box was taken out of the bedroom by Matsuda Jinpei, and its current body was slowly put in.

Matsuda Jinpei stared for a long time at the doll lying inside in what could be called a miserable appearance, and finally closed the lid.

——Just guarding the wooden box until dawn.

A certain port of call in Yokohama.

Qi Gongcheng stood on the container stacked into three layers, and the subordinates led by him were below him.

He sat on the edge, his long legs dangling below, overseeing the unloading of the ship.

After a moment, he sighed.

The body of the ball joint doll is still too fragile for the tolerance of human beings.Just blocking the line of sight and sending Matsuda Jinhei safely to the ground, the eye socket of his left eye was almost cracked, and he could no longer view the screen on the bomb from a distance.

So after sending the opponent down, Qi Gongcheng had no choice but to control Sakura to return to the original cabin in an emergency, and read out the clue given by the bomber in the last three seconds.

Then escape with the fastest speed.

The body of this puppet is quite precious, if possible, Nangong Makoto doesn't want it to be completely reduced to ashes.

If you're lucky, you might end up half disabled.

It's just that his luck didn't seem to be very good. The explosion of the bomb spread to the surroundings in an instant, the doll was damaged to 70%, and the skills instantly turned gray.The consciousness he placed on Sakura was also bounced back.

At any rate, he died for the life of that NPC, and it was considered a good use of everything.

Qi Gongcheng withdrew his feeling of pain, and turned his attention back to the moment.Perhaps due to the reputation of the faceless god of death, the execution of this mission went smoothly.

In a few months, he will end his tenure, leave the port mafia, and return to the original black organization.

Speaking of which, as the heir of that organization, Qi Gongcheng didn't even know the full name of the organization, so he was really ashamed of his identity.

Because of the absorption of many highly powerful people with supernatural powers, and as the leader Osamu Dazai has always been relentless, Hong Kong Hei is controlling most of the forces in Yokohama with an increasingly powerful posture.

In the originally chaotic city, the law and order gradually improved due to the rule of the mafia.

The short sound of the bullet hitting the rear container exploded in his ear, obviously, it was a sniper squatting on guard.

Qi Gongcheng didn't even look at the single hole behind him, he jumped down from above and landed firmly on the ground.

"Someone from the Supernatural Secret Service Division?" He narrowed his eyes.

Unloading during the daytime, although it will not be disturbed by other forces, but it will always be meddled by the special agent department.

The subordinates were well trained to surround him for protection.

That night, more records of "Faceless Grim Reaper" Amamiya Kaguya were finally added to the files belonging to the Supernatural Secret Service Division.

And the photo above is exactly the boy in the hail of bullets, wearing a white half-covered mask on his face.

"The name of the ability is unknown, and its effect is to kill the human beings who see its face." Ango Sakaguchi recorded on paper that the bullets on the container were recovered by people from the Ability Secret Service Division. Through the remaining clues on the thing, he Completed the portrait of the boy.

two months later.

Valentine's Day.

"Officer Matsuda, I have your flowers." Following the high voice of the police officer who delivered the message, all the policemen in the office turned their narrow eyes on Matsuda Jinpei who was working.

After the bombing, everyone changed their attitude of faint rejection towards the fearless Police Officer Matsuda.

Although it looks a little loose, it is still very reliable at critical moments.

Matsuda Jinpei ignored the gazes of these people, but went directly to the gate and took the bouquet of roses in full bloom.

There is a card on it, signed Sakura.

Called the store, but said that it was a flower that had been booked two months ago.

Matsuda Jinpei suddenly remembered that he once joked to the doll what he would do if he couldn't receive flowers on Valentine's Day after wearing the contract ring.

At that time, the other party's answer was already blurred in memory.