Ke Xue invades the three-dimensional

Qian Mu didn't know the specific cost of changing the "script".

But he still subconsciously stays away from the story and the protagonists in the story, to avoid being too deeply involved in the plot. This is a habit summed up from the previous world—or the lesson of blood.

Even if he didn't take the initiative to get involved at all at that time, the rewards he got were still unforgettable.

He didn't want to repeat the same mistakes, and he needed to be cautious in participating, not to mention changing, so the price to be paid for the change naturally has nothing to do with him.

but now--

A person who always only wanted to think about himself suddenly began to be shaken by the life and death of others.

what does this mean?

Belmode gave him an answer that he didn't want to accept.

Qian Mu still looked at the car window.

But his empty vision did not stare aimlessly at those fleeting vistas as before, but stopped on his own face unknowingly.

The car window is dark in color, only showing the blurred outline of the red-haired youth.

Most of his face was infiltrated by shadows that could not be distinguished from the night or the glass itself, only those red eyes that were so calm and almost dead were reflected in it, as if they symbolized the ominous scarlet stars in the dark sky.

Qianmu was absent for a short time.

It was impossible for others to see what meaningless things he thought of and what difficult and stupid decisions he made in these short moments.

He thought of the bright restaurant, in fact, the restaurant had been playing soft piano sounds like a lullaby through the stereo, which made him a little drowsy, but after the four people walked in, he had to mention Spirit because they woke him up.

He also thought about what he said he wanted to come here solemnly, to see the person who is dying tomorrow for the last time, and pay attention to the ceremony as a farewell.

However, as if deliberately avoiding something, he sat there without looking back.

It wasn't until Matsuda Jinhei made an unexpected oolong that he accidentally glanced at the three of them.

The three people who were sure to die looked very energetic, no different from when they were in the police academy, especially the guy who was leaving tomorrow, when he dragged his hair and apologized to him who was disguised as a passerby, his suspicious and keen eyes were on He swiped his face lightly, and landed on the silver spoon he had just put down, which seemed to be broken with bare hands for some reason.

There were no loopholes in Qian Mu's disguise, and his performance was flawless, except that he missed a tiny detail and couldn't control it in time.

He didn't know if Hagiwara Kenji could find out and recognize him.

He just made a quiet trade-off.

Because I didn't take a good look at those people under my own will, so this farewell is not counted as invalid.

He likes to do things perfectly, from beginning to end.

——Then, see you next time, when everyone is here.

"Vermouth."

"Boss, do you have any orders?"

Qian Mu had already turned his head to the left, and slowly leaned back his upper body, dissipating most of the strength of the tight support.

He folded his hands and closed his eyes at some point: "Let this person disappear tonight."

A rather unfamiliar name, with some brief identity information attached, was said from the mouth of the red-haired youth, emotionless, as if it had become a cold texture frozen with blood.

Belmode searched a little in his memory, but there was no information related to this name, it was definitely an insignificant small character, and he didn't know why the BOSS paid special attention to it.

Of course she didn't ask, and immediately responded happily: "Yes, BOSS. It's a personal mission from the BOSS that I haven't seen for a long time. Thank you for choosing me, huh... I hope Gin will not be angry when he finds out."

Qian Mu's pensive eyebrows trembled slightly: "...If you don't deliberately show off to him, he won't be angry."

"How can I do that? This is the honor given to me by the BOSS. If I don't share the joy with the man the BOSS trusts the most, and hear him say congratulations, I feel that something is missing. So ~ BOSS, is it okay?"

"..." Qianmu closed his eyes and meditated, pretending that he didn't hear it, he couldn't control Belmode, even if he said no, the woman would use all kinds of twists and turns to hint to Gin.

On the premise that the BOSS will not be angry, Belmode always enjoys adding obstacles to Gin.

That is to say, with Gin's character, he would not sue the BOSS, after all, he prefers to solve problems by himself - but he couldn't solve Belmode, so he was perfectly restrained by Belmode.

So, Gin suffers because he can't sue because he doesn't talk much. If he also comes to sue Belmode with the boss...

——Don’t, forget it, forget it!

Qian Mu suddenly imagined a resentful Gin complaining to him, and immediately choked on the weird picture in his mind, almost getting goosebumps all over his body.

The aftermath of suing and resenting Gin is still a bit strong, and the heaviness weighing on Qianmu has been diluted a lot.

After thinking about it, he could only break his principle of never interfering in the personal relationship between the two subordinates again, and said with a bit of a headache: "I find that you like this tone more and more recently... You and Gin are the ones I trust most His subordinates, there is no need to fight with him——to fight over such meaningless things.”

Qian Mu had endured until now, and had acted unwaveringly many times, but this time he finally said it out.

He always felt that Belmode's "interest" was a bit strange, why did he insist on arguing with Gin about who got his verbal orders, and who was so pitiful that he could only receive text messages to explain, or didn't even have text messages at all, I can only find work for myself.

Qian Mu, the hands-off boss, basically doesn't have any orders to give. He doesn't want to casually take over the situation. He follows the principle of solving small things by himself, and looking for Belmode for slightly troublesome things, and Gin for more troublesome things.After all, Belmode is very free, and Gin is already busy enough, so he can't burden him any more.

This line of thinking should be easy to understand, but Belmode insisted on making it happen for him--fighting for favor?

...What is there to argue about!

He doesn't care about anything at all, the rights have been distributed long ago, and getting his...favor will not get any benefit except embarrassing him who is very unaccustomed to this kind of thing.

The two of them are a witch with thousands of faces, and a cold-blooded lunatic, and they are both much older than the boss, don't they feel awkward? ?

"Are you embarrassed? It's really important to me to get your favor."

Belmode smiled seemingly casually, but the corners of her lips were slightly pursed, revealing the hidden tension in her heart: "Because I have gotten too much from you, I accidentally became greedy... Then, you will Are you reprimanding me for being careless?"

In the beginning, Belmode was actually just deliberately joking, using a topic that could attract the attention of the red-haired young man to bring him out of the sudden depression.Based on her understanding of Qian Mu, even if she deliberately hides it, she can still detect part of it.

But now the mood of the red-haired young man seems to have improved, and Belmode himself was gripped by the unintentionally mentioned topic.

She and that man did not like each other, and she didn't want to see the other's face dangling close at all, but for the sake of the boss, the two would never really fight and fight to the point of ugly.

Belmode suddenly realized irritably and unspeakably that in some respects, Gin was the same as her.

They all got the gifts they wanted most from the BOSS, so they held on tightly and refused to let go.

Gin tirelessly used his bloody and strong way to prove that he was useful enough to get more recognition from the boss. The depth of desire and the infinity of the gully were enough to prove that he was a greedy guy with no limit.

Belmode may be even more greedy, what she wants is not only the trust of the boss, but also another more precious treasure.

That's why she envied, no, envied those few good-looking police dogs—while joking, she got what she longed for so easily.They will never know how lucky they are.

In silence.

Gently throwing out the best temptations and hints, Belmode was as solemn as waiting for the death sentence, and got an answer that he didn't know good or bad from the mouth of the red-haired young man.

"..."

Qian Mu has always known what Belmode wants.

However, he still subconsciously avoided this expectation just like avoiding the group of people in the police academy.

"Family" is a more unfamiliar word than "friends".

He actually has a family.The real parents are busy outside the merged world at this moment.

The place left in his heart for "family" was once filled, but it was so long ago that Qianmu couldn't remember it. He always left that cold groove empty and got used to it.

Belmode should have some kind of blood relationship with the original BOSS he replaced, so he was affected by Jie Rong's ability, and passed this family bond on to him without knowing it.

The company of five years is not fake. From Qian Mu's silence at this moment, one can get a glimpse of his inner turmoil once again. Is there hope for that dry and cracked open space to come back to life?

...Qian Mu was shaken for a moment.

He has wavered too many times today, it will be more dangerous if it goes on like this, it must be stopped.

"what ever."

He could only say this, and after he finished speaking, he completely drooped his eyes and remained silent as if he was swept away by fatigue.

It was not the research institute that Belmod sent Qian Mu back to, but his real residence.

When he was in the police academy, he didn't have much chance to come back. After graduating and working as Ketor, he couldn't run around unscrupulously. No one paid attention to his whereabouts tonight, but he could go home after a long absence.

The fallen leaves in the courtyard were cleaned up, and the bamboo tubes accompanied by the accompaniment were returned to the pond, and indoors, the sponges wrapped around the sharp edges of the furniture were removed one by one a few months ago, and the inside of the house looked much more normal.

The first thing Qian Mu did when he came back was to take a shower. The black coat that was originally given the meaning of mourning was thrown on the floor by him after entering the room. He no longer intends to wear this coat.

After changing into his pajamas, he walked out of the bathroom. Qianmu was blowing his hair. The blower made a loud noise and shook his wet red hair. A few drops of water flowed down his cheeks and neck, and in a blink of an eye slipped into his collar.

"tomorrow……"

Thinking about tomorrow's arrangements, the original plan was of course that everything would go on as usual. He heard that the researchers who were still working hard had made some new progress, so he had to rush back to read the report.

But sitting on the sofa at home, which is far more comfortable than the office chair of the research institute, Qianmu thought for a while, it seems that he has been working too hard recently, and overwork is harmful to his body. He can give himself a day off and go out to exercise. It's not out of the question to take a walk—it's not out of the question to drop by the apartment complex that's supposed to explode tomorrow.

He just went for a walk, of course, because there was no explosion in that place anymore.

The strange name he told Belmode at night was the name of the prisoner who would press the controller tomorrow to suddenly detonate the time bomb that had stopped.

In the script, Qian Mu found out the prisoners who were only very short and handed them over to Belmode to deal with them. In order to be safe, the uncertain factors must completely disappear tonight.

Belmode will definitely have no problem with his work. He dried his hair in a relaxed manner, looked at the time, and decided to go to bed early tonight.

However, the tranquility only lasted until midnight.

Qian Mu only slept for less than two hours when Belmode called.

When he was woken up, Qian Mu opened his eyes suddenly, and turned to look at the mobile phone on the bedside table.

He had an ominous premonition in his heart, so he didn't reach out for a long time.

It wasn't until Belmode hung up the phone and sent a text message again that Qian Mu suppressed the inexplicable anxiety and began to read the received message.

Only a moment passed.

Qian Mu's eyes couldn't help but widen, a trace of astonishment surfaced on his face.

Belmode never called him at night, unless it was extremely urgent, or——incomprehensible, even especially absurd.

[Boss, regarding the target you asked me to deal with... I'm very sorry, I couldn't find any information about this person. 】

Belmode originally thought that this task was extremely simple, and any newcomer who had just joined would be able to handle it.

But she soon discovered that something was wrong: the target to be dealt with could not be found.

The name, appearance characteristics and range of activities are all there, how can there be no trace?

Belmode urgently issued a task to the intelligence team, ordering them to dig out the target as quickly as possible no matter what method they used.

But after a big fight, Belmode got the report, and felt very weird when he was shocked and angry.

Whether it was on-the-spot investigation, or directly intruding into the police's information database... nothing was found.

It's like - this person doesn't exist at all.

The intelligence team shouldn't be so useless that they couldn't dig out a small character. Belmode had to disturb the boss's sleep, report his failure to him in time, and ask if he had misunderstood the information dictated by the boss.

The bomber's name lay on the screen of Qian Mu's phone.

The black font board was just ordinary, and it fell into Qianmu's eyes with shrunken pupils, but it seemed that he was grinning wildly, mocking the ignorant people who tried to manipulate their fate at will.

He didn't reply to Belmode immediately, but got up and went to the study and turned on the computer.

Being an undercover agent gave Qian Mu a lot of convenience, the most basic being the right to freely log in to the Public Security Intranet of the Metropolitan Police Department.

He also entered the information database, entered known names, called up a small number of files from it, and confirmed them one by one.

In less than 10 minutes, he found the name he wanted.

"..."

Qian Mu's gaze moved slowly, he wrote down the above information, and sent it to Belmod in a text message.

Afterwards, he dialed Bellmode's phone number: "Send someone to this address, and I'll send you the photo."

Belmode hesitated for a moment: "Sorry, BOSS, I haven't received your message."

"..."

Qianmu's breathing froze for a short time.

It was like an unexpected foreign object suddenly rolled into the combination of rotating wheels, and the entire body that was running finely was unable to operate and almost collapsed after the huge earthquake of "click!".

He paused, and checked the message that was automatically stored in the outbox after sending.

The short message containing the detailed address and photos was not sent successfully at all, and the text and pictures inside disappeared from Qianmu's mobile phone without a sound.

He re-edited the message and pressed send again, without blinking or looking away during the whole process.

So, he watched the information disappear out of thin air with his own eyes, as if being erased bit by bit by an invisible eraser.

"........."

Qian Mu stared at the blank page for a long time.

"Boss?"

Belmode, who hadn't received a response for a long time, called back to inquire. She was still being searched for, but she still found nothing. It was a time of anxiety.

Qian Mu said very calmly: "It's okay, don't look for it anymore, this matter ends here."

hang up the phone.

Qian Mu sat in front of the computer desk and didn't move for a long time.

No longer in the sitting posture of entrusting his back to the back of the chair, he slowly raised his waist, squeezed his hands on both sides of the table into fists, and increased his strength as his body leaned forward——the bent fingers that were in direct contact with the hard tabletop The severe pain intensified, and he almost crushed the bones painlessly.

Qian Mu seemed unwilling to miss the slightest detail. From a very close distance, he stared at the photos on the file and every line of text in the file.

The more silent it is, the more it symbolizes that a storm is brewing.

When the mountains are about to be destroyed.

"……Ah."

The red-haired young man, who was supposed to have huge emotional ups and downs, actually smiled, although it was an extremely sarcastic chuckle.

He stretched out his fists, and there was a bright red indentation on the surface of the white knuckles. The pain had penetrated into the bone seam and hadn't dissipated, but as if he didn't feel anything, he threw himself heavily into the swivel chair, with his arms hanging down.

Qian Mu thought silently, so he underestimated this "price".

The person who Belmode couldn't find after digging three feet, naturally couldn't have disappeared out of thin air.

The person is still there, but...for the continuation of the "important plot", something temporarily hides him, and maybe it will be released after the completion of this plot.

Only Qian Mu, who does not belong to this world and possesses the ability to blend reality and virtuality, will not have his eyes covered.

The only person who can change the "plot" is himself.

——You can't borrow anyone's strength, you must participate in it yourself and change it yourself.

This means that Qian Mu cannot stay out of the matter.

Unlike before, if he wanted to save Hagiwara Kenji, he had to step into this vortex that represented a major turning point. It was difficult to determine whether he could retreat completely, or after a reckless decision, his soul and body sank into the deep sea together.

He had to make another trade-off.

What they gave him, what he wants to give back to them, then, is it necessary to pay it back?

Is what they gave him, the weight it can take, worth the unknown risk and the unknown price?

Qian Mu thought he had only thought about it for a short while, but when he stood up and walked out of the study with his joints crackling, the morning sun had already sprinkled on the wooden floor in front of his feet.

He washed his face with cold water, looked in the mirror again, and the traces of staying up all night for the first time in his life had disappeared.

It's not time for work yet, it's a little early, but Qian Mu still approached his contact person unceremoniously: "The organization noticed my previous cooperation with the Police Department's Search Division and ordered me to find a way to get closer to the police. , yes, they want me to be a reverse undercover agent, I think this is a chance to win their trust..."

"I need a suitable identity, and I don't have to be in a department that is too secret. My idea is the Police Department... Yes, I happened to be in the explosive ordnance disposal class at the same time. It has no influence, and I will not reveal my identity. The elites of the group have a good relationship, which can be used to deal with the organization."

"Well, I'm safe, and if the undercover work is done well, there will be no suspicion. Please leave the identity matter, it's best to be sure this morning, I'm useful...Okay, I'll contact you if there is anything to do."

While Qian Mu was making preparations in an orderly manner.

In the morning, the Metropolitan Police Department received an extremely rampant threat warning letter.

Someone claimed to have set time bombs in two buildings, openly took the residents in the buildings as hostages, and threatened the Metropolitan Police Department with a ransom of one billion yen.

This criminal incident was extremely bad and directly threatened the lives of thousands of people. The explosive ordnance disposal team was immediately dispatched with the vehicle, and the best bomb disposal elites led two teams, each responsible for the bomb in a building.

However, due to the complex structure of a bomb that has never been dismantled, the Metropolitan Police Department was forced to succumb to the danger of the prisoner and prepared one billion yen according to the conditions.

The prisoner also kept his promise and stopped the time bomb in time. The pressure on the police eased a lot. They evacuated the crowd one by one, and then waited for the bomb disposal team to dismantle the bomb safely.

One of the bomb squad leaders was Jinpei Matsuda.

He was lucky, he encountered a simple bomb, and he was done in 3 minutes.

After taking people back and taking off the heavy protective clothing, Matsuda Jinhei put on his sunglasses, went downstairs to another building, and looked up with a frown.

His hair boy, Kenji Hagiwara, was upstairs and was in charge of another bomb, but his work was over, and Kenji Hagiwara hadn't moved yet.

Matsuda Jinpei suspected that Fa Xiao was going to lose the chain at a critical moment, so he called him.

...the phone actually went through.

"Hello? Xiaozhenping, are you done with it?"

"I knew... now is the time to answer the phone happily!"

"Don't be nervous, don't be nervous, the bomb has stopped, and it won't suddenly explode with a bang."

"You better shut up, I'm really afraid of your mouth."

"Hey? Hey! This is the last thing you should say at this kind of time! Just, just when I was playing with Xiaoqianmu and the others, I got overwhelmed a few times, and then I wasn't so unlucky... Right? ?”

Kenji Hagiwara sat cross-legged in front of the bomb with complex wiring, leisurely talking on the phone, without any nervousness on his face.

The numbers on the bomb timer really did not move, stuck in the last few seconds before the explosion.

He upstairs, and Matsuda Jinpei downstairs, probably didn't even think about what they were going to face this time.

The Grim Reaper silently appeared behind Hagiwara Kenji, looking down at him coldly.

……

Not far away, a car accident happened suddenly.

The prisoner who received the ransom mistakenly thought that the timer had not stopped, so he got out of the car temporarily and told the police the solution through a public phone.

As a result, the police came after the signal, and the prisoner accidentally ran out of the sidewalk while fleeing in a hurry, and was killed on the spot.

The chasing police hurriedly called an ambulance, but knowing that it was useless, they could only show regret.They didn't know that there was another accomplice glaring at them at the inconspicuous alley more than ten meters away.

"Damn police... Despicable! Shameless!"

The sour-looking man slammed his fist against the wall, and the death of his accomplice caused hatred to burn out his reason.

He didn't care about the one billion yen he had already got, and took out the remote control in his pocket again, and he was about to press the red button on it hard——

A bony hand reached out from the darkness behind him and took the remote control away from him.

"Uh?"

The man made a bewildered sound, and in the next second, his head was grabbed by a strong force, pushed to the side, and slammed into the wall violently.

"boom!!"

Qian Mu let go of his fingers with a cold expression, allowing the unconscious man to slide down against the wall, unconscious.

Although he avoided the temple, blood still came out.

Fortunately, Qian Mu put on the gloves in advance, and a little blood stained on the surface of the leather gloves could be wiped off with the man's clothes on the ground.

He was not merciful and intentionally left this trash alive, but for some more realistic reasons...

Perhaps it was cold and dark in the alley, but Qianmu's eyes seemed to be covered with a deeper shadow, as if countless heavy things were oppressing his mind in an instant. Sudden weight gain.

The hand that wiped off the blood was holding the wall, and the red-haired young man lowered his head to face the wall, bent slightly, remained silent for a moment, then put down his arms as usual, and stood up straight again.

He took two steps outside, carefully examining the remote control in his palm under the skylight.

Nothing special can be seen, it is such an ordinary mechanical product, which can instantly send fireworks called [Death] to the world by pressing it with one hand.

Slowly closing five fingers, Qian Mu is holding it in his hand.

It was as if there was an unemotional voice whispering in his ear, and the message conveyed was his final warning: press the button to get the "plot" back on track, and the existing small twists and turns will be erased naturally, no one Your choices will be known, and you will pay nothing.

"Is there still time to change your mind...well, that's not bad."

Qian Mu smiled, but the smile didn't reach his eyes.

"Unfortunately, what I have already decided can only be done from one end to the end."

He may regret it.

No, he would—surely regret it.

Then regret it later, now [Danger] is in his hands, he just wants to destroy it immediately, leaving nothing behind.

Qian Mu continued to move forward.

The left hand holding the remote control was raised, and when he took a step with a blank expression, the sound of cracking and cracking rang out at the same time, and the sound was clearer and louder than when the man's head smashed into the wall just now. .

The remote control was smashed into pieces by his raised hand, and the button was undoubtedly touched.

five.

Four.

three.

two.

One.

There was no heart-shattering explosion.

It took five steps.

Qian Mu walked out of the alley that no one noticed, threw the fragments of the remote control left in his palm, together with the batteries he had pulled out in advance, into the trash can on the side of the road, then took a taxi, and came to the vicinity of the two buildings .

Matsuda Jinhei and Hagiwara Kenji's phone calls have not been disconnected, and for them, this conversation has only lasted a few minutes.

Hagiwara Kenji's crow's mouth does not seem to be attacking, the scene and the situation of the bomb are very stable, and it seems that there will be no unexpected "surprise".

"...In short, don't dawdle, no matter how complicated the bomb is, it won't trouble you."

Matsuda Zhenping suppressed the uneasiness that was lingering in his heart for some reason, and was urging, when a conversation suddenly sounded from behind.

"Stop, stop! There are still bombs that have not been dismantled, and the idlers can't..."

A cordon was set up around the building, and the police guarded it outside to prevent the onlookers from approaching.

"I'm the newly appointed Criminal Psychology Consultant of the Police Department. This is my ID... The idlers should not include me, right?"

In the noisy conversation, this voice was slightly lazy, but it stood out the most.

"I heard that there are high-risk bombers committing crimes here. This case is of great research value, so I want to take a look at the scene. It has been approved, and you can confirm with your superiors. Well, there is no rush."

this voice...

"Danger... Hasn't the bomb stopped? If I am really unlucky and in danger, I will be responsible for my actions."

this voice!Isn't that guy——!

Matsuda Jinpei felt a surge in his heart, a little surprise, more surprise hit his mind, making him want to turn around immediately and make some facial expressions that have become a routine in front of his friends.

however.

But he didn't do that, he just turned around slowly, the sunglasses perfectly concealed the emotion in his eyes, in the eyes of others, it was completely the attitude of meeting a stranger for the first time.

As expected, a red-haired young man passed through the cordon. While walking this way, the ID that he had just confirmed to the police was between two fingers, and was about to slip into the pocket of the windbreaker.

"and many more."

Matsuda Jinping took a few steps forward, and stretched out his hand expressionlessly: "Are you a new consultant? I haven't received any news, so I can't let you in directly. Please, I have to confirm your ID once."

Qian Mu raised his eyes, and looked at the handsome police officer in a suit and a pair of cool sunglasses on the bridge of his nose for a few seconds, and smiled: "Of course, no problem, please."

He handed over the certificate that he had just obtained, and Matsuda Jinpei took it and checked it carefully.

Both the photo and the ID are real, the only thing that is not true is the name on the ID.

Alfonso Ketor...

"Ktor...?"

Matsuda Jinpei took off his sunglasses with one hand so that he could see more clearly.

In the one-inch photo on the ID card, the red-haired young man kept a faint smile facing the camera, moving his gaze upwards, and his smile was carved out of the same mold as the photo.

It's the same smirk, but her acting skills have improved a lot compared to before.

No fault was found, Matsuda Jinping snorted softly, and returned the certificate.

However, he looked into Qian Mu's eyes, and suddenly said with a smile that was not a smile: "No problem, but I have to go to the scene to find a case for investigation before I have a good rest. It looks really hard. Do you want me to accompany you up? Counselor Ke Tor?"

Qian Mu pretended to be suspicious and replied: "Huh? I've been a bit busy recently, but it shouldn't be so serious...Thank you for the police officer's kindness, I'm fine...Well, may I ask your surname?"

"Matsuda." Matsuda Jinhei's tone increased, and the strength of his handshake also increased, "The first team of the explosive ordnance disposal team, Matsuda Jinpei. Let's go together, consultant, you look pale and look like you haven't rested well, just in case What should I do if I'm so tired that I faint?"

"Hahaha, Officer Matsuda is really good at making jokes." Qian Mu also added more force, "I can really feel the enthusiasm of my colleagues from you, Officer, it really is as warm and enthusiastic as a bomb, but, if you explode too much If you don't, you will be pushed to the ground by four people at the door and beaten."

As the bomb disposal expert who led the team and the new psychological consultant hit it off, they clasped their hands affectionately after approaching, and refused to let go after a long while of greetings. The team members watched curiously, without paying attention to the specific content.

After a while, they let go. After the polite greetings were over, Consultant Ketor put on his protective clothing and walked into the building first. After Matsuda Jinpei explained the matter, he followed closely behind.

There was silence when we took the elevator together.

After getting out of the elevator, they walked side by side in the corridor, still silent.

The two who just met "10 minutes" have nothing to talk about.

Matsuda Jinpei only replayed a call when he first came in, and told the people over there that he would accompany a brave consultant to collect information. The consultant is called Ketor, and remember to say hello later.

Probably the person who answered the phone was very confused during these 10 minutes. There was still a bomb on it. How could the consultant not be afraid of death insist on coming here and say hello?It would be good if you don't scold him... Wait, why didn't Xiao Zhenping stop him, and really led him up? !

Soon his confusion was answered.

When he saw most of his face could be seen clearly under the protective helmet, Kenji Hagiwara's stupefiedness could be interpreted as an accident—it was really surprising to meet someone who is not afraid of death.

"Ketor...Advisor?"

"Yes." Qian Mu knelt down beside Kenji Hagiwara, and shook hands with him who was still sitting on the ground, "Hello, Police Officer Hagiwara... To my surprise, you are really not afraid of death."

Hagiwara Kenji: "Huh?"

"Ah" finished, the iron fist of the small fury was like a mountain, but fortunately he didn't smash him into the cracks in the ground: "You! De! Defense! Protect! Suit!!"

"I'm sorry, I took it off because it was too heavy and boring..." Hagiwara Kenji knew he was wrong, and obediently rolled into a ball with his legs hugged, not daring to face the death stares coming from above and from the right.

Matsuda Jinhei looked at the countdown that stopped at 5 seconds, and his heart trembled strangely. He didn't bother to talk nonsense with the idiot Kenji, and asked directly: "What's the matter with you, it's been a long time and you haven't finished dismantling it?"

Hagiwara Kenji scratched his head, also very puzzled: "It's a hell, there is still a last thread, it should be behind this group, but I haven't found it after searching for a long time."

"What? Get out of the way, I'll look for it."

"Don't look at me with the eyes of a fool! It's really strange, just that one thread, it should be easy to find?"

"You must be careless." Matsuda Jinhei checked roughly, and it was indeed as Hagiwara Kenji said, there was still a thread hidden behind the backboard.

The backboard had been disassembled, and he searched among the tangled wires...

"Ok?"

Matsuda Jinping suddenly stopped.

Weird.

The key line that should be at this location, seems to have disappeared.

Matsuda Jinhei searched countless times, but he didn't miss any corner, but he couldn't find it.

Kenji Hagiwara immediately cheered up: "Look, it's not my problem! I can't find it on Xiaozheng. Well, but it's really strange, other threads can't be moved, where else can I cut..."

The two bomb disposal experts racked their brains, checked the wires over and over again, but couldn't get a clue.

Qian Mu didn't remind them that they couldn't find it, because the thread had indeed "disappeared".

He watched the busy figures of the two, and the sweat on his forehead at some point.

His eyes flickered slightly.

Qian Mu let out a silent sigh.

It was they who owed him.

He has to write down this account.

"Hmm... look, is it this one?"

Matsuda Jinpei and Hagiwara Kenji turned their heads at the same time, saw the red-haired young man half kneeling next to the time bomb, pulled out a long red thread from nowhere, and looked at the position——

"……This is it!"

"What's going on, little-cough, the consultant caught it as soon as he stretched out his hand, and we didn't even see it when we were blind!"

"I don't know either. I just felt that there was something in that corner, and it... pulled it out."

Qian Mu said with a smile as if nothing had happened, speaking very slowly.

It looks like he's holding on to the thread, but it's actually... it's the chain.

The first chain clasped his wrist, which was barely trembling.

The "script" in my mind has changed.

——In this incomplete story, the name "Yuan Qianmu" appeared quietly.