Ke Xue invades the three-dimensional

Seeing his absent-minded appearance, Matsuda Jinping was afraid that something would go wrong like he did four years ago, so he simply took his job away.

Before setting off, he couldn't help but give a little to the still dazed: "Okay, okay! In the future, you won't be afraid of bleeding as many cars as you crash, isn't it a good thing, I don't understand what you're still struggling with."

Hagiwara Kenji was inexplicably dejected: "It's not about insurance, what I'm thinking about is...Xiao Qianmu, why did you suddenly buy insurance for me?"

Matsuda Jinpei has already walked quickly to the door of the office: "Isn't this thinking about insurance? Because he has a lot of money."

"No, it's not right, it's not like this, I have a very bad feeling, just like that day... Wait, Xiaozhenping!"

Hagiwara Kenji suddenly got up and chased after him: "You have to be careful!"

Matsuda Jinpei turned his back to him, waved his hands from a distance, and perfunctorily signaled that he understood, and he would not suddenly lose the chain like Kenji.

The No. 72 pod of the Ferris wheel in the Kubato shopping plaza, where the bomb was placed by the prisoner.

When Matsuda Jinpei led the team to arrive, he saw the No. 72 pod rotating to the ground at a glance.

The pod only paused for a few seconds, and Matsuda Jinhei didn't have time to pay attention to the reactions of other people. He had already reflexively stepped forward, opened the door of the pod, and was about to step up——

Suddenly the sky and the earth turned.

Wearing a heavy protective suit, he was pushed away, lost his balance for a while, fell out for a long time before getting up.

The surrounding policemen were stunned and did not react.

Until the pod is closed, it rises slowly upwards.

Policewoman Miwako Sato from the first search section suddenly realized something was wrong. The bomb disposal expert was left behind. Who was the person who entered the pod?

"Wait, where's the consultant? It's the Ketor consultant who went up?!"

"...Who are you talking about?"

Matsuda Jinpei, who had just propped himself up on his elbows, was stunned.

The anger of being hindered from working suddenly froze.

No way.

Suddenly, Matsuda Jinpei seemed to understand what kind of feeling the "foreboding" that Kenji repeated repeatedly was like.

How could his heartbeat be so flustered, it took more than ten seconds to untie the protective clothing and call the people in the rising pod.

The phone was connected quickly.

"Yuan, Ketor! Are you crazy!" Matsuda Jinping was in a hurry, "Bomb disposal is my business, you are a criminal consultant, did you run up to see the scenery?!"

"Bomb disposal, I can do it too, it was taught by you and Yan Er."

Matsuda Jinhei suddenly remembered that this really happened. Both Yuan Qianmu and Jiang Gu Ling had learned bomb disposal from him. Useless.

"Isn't this going to come in handy?" The tone seemed to be joking, but the voice of the person on the phone was inexplicably soft, as if it would be blown away by the wind in an instant.

Yuan Qianmu can indeed dismantle bombs, and his level is not bad.

But Matsuda Jinpei was not at all relieved by thinking of this.

On the contrary, his panic was still intensifying, and the words he said were stiff: "When you come down, I will teach you again... Did you find the bomb? I taught you your skills. The bomb above should not be difficult for you, right?" .”

"Well, it's easy."

"Then hurry—!"

When the voice fell, the control room of the Ferris wheel suddenly exploded, and the huge Ferris wheel stopped immediately, and the No. 72 pod just stopped at the highest point of the Ferris wheel.

Accompanied by the explosion, the voice was still damn calm.

"The prisoner also planted a bomb in another place. The location of the second bomb, um... will not be given a reminder until the last three seconds of the countdown."

"..."

"So, I'll wait until that moment and send you the address."

Matsuda Jinpei's breath seemed to disappear.

When it was time to hang up, there was a slight pause and he whispered to himself, "The last gift."

call ended.

"........."

"Ketor...you bastard...who told you to go up?!"

The coolness and calmness of the bomb disposal expert also disappeared. After realizing what three seconds meant, he rushed forward like a mad lion, as if he was about to knock down the huge monster in front of him. Several people around him fought hard to pull him away live.

"Matsuda?! What's wrong, don't be impulsive——"

"what happened??"

However, Matsuda Jinpei could no longer hear their voices.

He seemed to be extremely angry, but his expression gradually became blank. In the end, what came out from the depths of his throat could only be a low growl that could only be suppressed.

"The person above... should be me!"

The decadent beast couldn't even shout out the name of its friend.

He could only ask in vain in his heart:

——Won Qianmu, aren't you afraid?Did you already know?

—Otherwise, why are you... so calm?

……

The apex of the Ferris wheel, the place closest to the sky right now.

After Qianmu hung up the phone, he edited the content of the text message in advance, and the recipient was Matsuda Jinpei.

Without waiting for the last three seconds, he already knew the location of the next bomb from the script.

Countdown to explosion, 40 seconds left.

Sitting on the soft seat in the pod, the red-haired man who even slightly leaned against the cabin was very [calm].

Not far away, Belmode, who watched him push away the bomb disposal personnel and walked towards the pod step by step, thought so.

Under the Ferris wheel, Matsuda Jinpei, who heard his steady voice, thought so too.

Everyone thinks so.

Including Qianmu himself.

The moment Matsuda Jinpei was pushed away, the script exploded in his mind, reorganized, shattered again, and reconstructed again.

How much reason was torn apart, how much calmness was destroyed, he seemed to be involved in the vortex called "fate" together with the overwhelming pages.

[Yuan Qianmu, formerly known as Li Qianmu, at the age of 17 obtained the magical ability to integrate the world, prompting VGFJH and reality FDKJ...]

[...Yuan Qianmu replaced the identity of the boss of the black organization, and got help from Belmode. Belmode has the blood of the original boss, but he did not inherit the hatred and fear of the original boss, but FGJK...]

[...At first, Yuan Qianmu was a little jealous of Yugu Ling, because Yugu Ling was too lucky GjnCDHvnk Later, jealousy was replaced by envy. Although he never said it, he hoped that Yugu Ling would continue to be lucky, what? Don't lose nGML.L...]

【Yuan Qianmu...】

【Yuan Qianmu...】

At the end of the jumbled pages, only that small addition is complete.

[On the Ferris wheel, Yuan Qianmu deceived everyone, almost including himself, but unfortunately, he almost succeeded. 】

[He is terrified. 】

[He is very frightened. 】

[He was terrified to death. 】

【He couldn't stand the footsteps of death approaching, and finally jumped down from a high place, and returned to the laboratory after receiving Belmode's support. 】

[But time is running out, he collapsed in despair that he could no longer bear, and before dying—]

"……enough."

"Am I afraid?"

"I'm obviously very relaxed, it's almost over, only 40 seconds... 39... three..."

"three……"

In the narrow pod, apart from the indifferent beeping sound of the bomb countdown, it is the silent counting of the red-haired man himself.

So, who does this frightened, weak voice that trembles?

Only then did Qian Mu wake up like a dream.

It was him, it was really him.

After editing the text message, the red-haired man sat down on his own seat, tightly pinching his own arm.

People who seem to have lost their precious fire and are about to freeze to death in the ice field.

He was panting faster and faster, his fingers gripped his arm so hard that his fingertips almost sank into his flesh and blood, his mouth was slightly opened, his upper and lower teeth kept colliding, and his whole body was trembling.

His face was so pale that he was extremely fragile, his dilated pupils were full of holes, and the dark shadows that were still flickering messily inside were indeed - the [fear] that he disapproved of the most.

"I……"

"I, how could..."

He regretted it.

In the short tens of seconds, the man fell into extremely crazy remorse.

He regretted leaving behind the only fire that could keep him warm, and he regretted that he approached passively and actively again and again!

He doesn't want to know Rei Fuguya, Kenji Hagiwara, Jinpei Matsuda, Keimitsu Mofuku, and Date Ko, he just wants to go back to the cold wilderness alone, wandering alone for as long as he wants, he just wants to— —

All he wanted was to... live.

What the man originally wanted to confirm was whether that [premonition] could still emerge in his heart before he died.

In the last world, a few seconds before his death, he had a vague feeling that he could be resurrected after this death.

If he didn't have the same premonition this time, he would open the hatch without hesitation and choose the backup plan he had discussed with Belmode.

but.

heard it.

In the pod, the sigh of death sounded.

Only the last 20 seconds left.

Should we continue to wait and confirm?

"........."

The screenplay triumphs.

Qian Mu finally couldn't bear the fear of [death], staggered to his feet, moved to the exit of the pod, and smashed open the automatic device that locked the door.

The cabin door was pushed open by him abruptly, and the wind from above immediately poured into the pod, blowing up his windbreaker that was painted mottled red at some time, and also made his messy red hair flutter disorderly, covering his eyes indiscriminately. Blurred scene.

If he wants to escape, he can give instructions to Belmode now, and then fall from a high place briskly and safely.

He knows, he believes.

At this time, Belmode was below, watching his every move anxiously.

She will definitely catch him.

—the last ten seconds.

The red-haired man's eyes suddenly revealed a blankness that had never been seen before.

Just when he regretted it and wanted to run away regardless, he found that he couldn't move.

The phone was buzzing and vibrating, and someone was struggling meaninglessly.

The edited message has not been sent yet.

At this moment, Qian Mu thought inexplicably, those idiots he regretted meeting, did they also have the same feelings before they died?

Not just fear, uneasiness, unwillingness...

——There is also peace, joy, and peace for which no reason can be found.

The calm at this moment was finally not faked.

Yuan Qianmu's thoughts are always elusive, he can't figure out the script, and sometimes he himself can't notice the changes.

One moment he regretted cursing, dreading death, and the next he was relieved to be here instead of some curly-haired jerk.

What, I just realized it at this moment.

The reason why he insisted on "living" was no longer simply to continue breathing, and he was glad that he saw another day of light.

It turned out that from a certain moment, he stubbornly wanted to live in order to be able to see "those people" again.

For the sake of protection, for the sake of rebirth after death, it seems that death is not so terrible.

Yuan Qianmu, a student of the police academy, has not truly graduated from the police academy until now.

"Just for these..."

"I understand, but I'm not happy at all."

Qian Mu didn't know if he subconsciously raised the corners of his mouth just now, but at least now, his expression has turned blank again.

He tilted his body and almost fell out of the open hatch, but he grabbed the fixed object in time and slowly moved his extremely heavy body to the front of the seat.

--seven.

With a blank expression on his face, he sat down heavily.

--six.

He squeezed the phone numbly.

--five.

coming.

Here comes the premonition.

Luckily... no, unfortunately, it turned out to be the "good" one.

"Haha."

A broken laugh leaked out of Qianmu's mouth, he stared straight ahead at the empty space, and pressed the send button with his fingers.

"Hagiwara Kenji..."

--five.

"Zhu Fu Jingguang..."

--Four.

"Date Air..."

--three.

"Matsuda Jinpei..."

--two.

"... Jiang Gu Ling! Damn... a bunch of bastards!!!"

The man trembled and uttered the most mournful cry of his life.

--one.

At the last second, he grabbed the silver ring necklace given to him by Akai Shuichi in his coat pocket, and threw it along the open hatch.

The curse was still venting in his mouth.

But when the dazzling light cluster exploded suddenly.

Qian Mu said softly in his heart:

'See you next time. '

The ruthless but warm white light destroyed the layers of chains that trapped the man, burned away the man's red hair, which was more gorgeous than flames, and his bloodless face with a crazy smile, tearing up his fragile but indestructible body piece by piece. Flesh and blood.

Instead of being shattered by the fall, he was shattered at high altitude.

If this is him, can anyone catch him?

……

[Mihua Central Hospital. ①:……]

Matsuda Jinpei received a text message from the sender whose note was "Ketor".

But he couldn't see it for the first time.

"Consultant Ketor...!!!"

"Consulting him...how could it be?!"

The policemen in the search department who are familiar with "Ketor" showed grief, and couldn't believe that the reality would be so cruel.

They didn't hear the numb murmur of the bomb disposal expert after being forcibly pulled away from the flying wreckage of the Ferris wheel.

"Not Ketor..."

"His name is... Yuan..."

In the end, he couldn't call out the real name of the dead person.

……

Belmode thought he could catch him.

She had already arranged everything: the security measures that would put the man on the ground after driving away the police's blindfolded...

...

……

After the explosion, in the blocked square, there was a woman among the wreckage, tirelessly searching for something, as if she had lost something important.

She searched for a long time, without missing a trace.

"I promised, I will catch you..."

"But where are you?"

She found nothing but a necklace with a broken silver ring.

……

Amuro was very disturbed.

After receiving the audio from Qianmu yesterday, he was not in the mood to listen carefully. He immediately put on Bourbon's mask and stayed up all night looking for clues about Rye's defection.

When it was dawn in the temporary residence, he was exhausted and somehow fell asleep.

During the period, it seemed that he had an extremely painful dream, until Toru Amuro woke up suddenly, thankfully it was just a dream.

When it was time to watch the news, he got up, washed his face, and turned on the TV.

While in the bathroom, the voice of the TV announcer could be vaguely heard through the sound of water.

"...in the morning...the Ferris wheel exploded...a police adviser was killed...Alfonso Quetor, 26 years old, was involved in the sensational serial murder case..."

"...?"

At first, Toru Amuro thought he had heard wrong.

But he moved inexplicably slow steps, came to the living room, and saw the photos of the dead heroes being projected on the TV screen at a glance.

This friend with red hair and red eyes, but turned into black and white, is showing him and everyone a smile that will never change again, across the gap between life and death.