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Who knows what this is called?

Inexplicable bombs, sudden ambushes, unpredictable life and death.

Except for Ping Daoyang, who was granted leave to go home to rest after receiving the note, the police officer lying in the hospital, and the dead, no one in the Metropolitan Police Department could stop working at this moment.

Hijikata Hiroichi needs to hurry up the handover, the media outside the Metropolitan Police Department needs to make arrangements, the victim’s transcript needs to be done, the internal environment of the police station needs to be reorganized, the dead colleagues need to be buried, and the work report also needs to be written.

This behemoth still needs to continue to run rumblingly, as if the few people who died couldn't do any harm to it at all.

And it seems that this incident cast a shadow over Kuze, who had previously searched Toyota's house. On the day when the Metropolitan Police Department was refurbished, she submitted a transfer report to the Ministry of Transportation.

"Kuze?" Officer Megure was stunned when he received the report.

"Don't look at me like that, Officer Megure." Kuze lowered his head in embarrassment, "I won't be able to work in the first search section after I look like this."

"...Did the doctor say there is no way?"

"...There is no way."

Kuze was also present when Hirashima Yang conducted the final interrogation, and was unfortunately pierced by splashed glass in her right hand. The doctor said that her right hand nerve was broken, and even if it recovered, it would leave sequelae.

And what the sequelae are, they, the police, know it well.

Police officer Mu Mu also knew it well, so he silently picked up the pen and signed his name on the transfer report.

When signing, he was still laughing and cursing: "Searching the first class has really become a single happy team. A department is full of men. I guess I don't want to enter the door of the department in the next summer. It smells like sweat."

"Don't say that, Officer Megure." Kuze finally raised his head and smiled, "Officer Hirashima still smells very fragrant, if you have a chance, ask Officer Hirashima what kind of perfume he usually wears."

Righteousness is always accompanied by sacrifice and bloodshed, so these two people sat and stood one by one, laughing and talking, pretending that they didn't notice the tears in each other's eyes.

On June [-], police officer Kunihiko Mizutani was finally buried in the cemetery.

It was a cloudy day, with dark clouds over the top, and it felt like a storm would come in the next second, but it never rained, so the media swarmed in, aiming their guns and short cannons at the people who came to the funeral.

In a group of black suits holding white daisies, Hirashima Yang stood out.He changed out of the rare coffee-colored windbreaker and put on a black formal suit. His hair was all combed back and tied up, revealing his sharp eyebrows.

Rarely for the media, Hirashima was let go, surrounded by Mumu Shisan, all kinds of spicy questions were thrown one after another, and Kunihiko Mizutani became a stepping stone for them to ask questions.

"...So when will this habit of holding press conferences at the deceased's funeral be changed?" In the crowd, Hirashima Yang covered his face with white daisies, muttering dissatisfiedly. "Give me some respect for the dead."

There is also a child voice who thinks the same as him.

"So why did the media come to my father's funeral?"

Hirashima Yang lowered his hands and looked towards the place where the sound came from.

It was a little boy who looked quite similar to Kunihiko Mizutani, six or seven years old, and now he was also wearing a black suit, standing among the police who tacitly protected him and did not want him to face the media.

The boy seemed to have noticed Hirashimayo's gaze, so he turned around and met Hirashimayo's eyes.

"Shota Mizutani." He introduced himself to Hirashima Yang.

"Ping Daoyang." Ping Daoyang replied subconsciously.

Shota Mizutani nodded, "I know you, my father and I mentioned you, saying that you are the best police officer in the Metropolitan Police Department."

Ping Daoyang's mouth suddenly froze. He looked at the expressionless child, and the corner of his mouth moved when he wanted to smile, but in the end he didn't.

"...sorry," he said.

And the little boy didn't show any expression at all, and didn't ask him why he apologized.After a long while, he moved to Ping Daoyang's side, and turned his head again. The flashlight from the frenzied shooting by the media and Mu Mu Shisan, who was battered on top, were reflected in those unique rose red eyes.

The sky finally started to rain.

Without saying a word, Hirashima Yo took off his coat and put it on Mizutani Shota's head.

The well-ironed suit jacket cut off the rain, and the nose was filled with a faint fragrance. Shota Mizutani had a sore nose and said, "I didn't expect that one day I would stand here, Officer Hirashima, you said my dad is over there Will he be afraid to hear these questions? He has never seen so many media asking him in his life."

Kunihiko Mizutani's departure came unexpectedly. Even half a month ago, he happily promised Shota Mizutani that he would watch his game. He even patted his son's head and laughed, saying that he would definitely come this time.

Hirashima Yang pretended to think, "Probably not. I won't be afraid if I get asked a lot."

"And—" Hirashima Yang's hand fell on Mizutani Shota's head through the coat, "You are still here, as a father, you will not show timidity in front of your children."

Mizutani Shota listened, tears fell down.

Holding the corner of his suit, he whispered, "I hate the media."

"Well, I hate it too."

"I want to give them some trouble."

"Then you can go to media school and disgust them with your face."

"I don't think they exist."

"I'm afraid not."

Hirashima pressed his hand down, signaling Mizutani Shota to listen carefully, "Although it is undeniable that some of their reports are outrageous, they also reported a lot of heart-warming things. In the composition of a society, the media is also indispensable. .”

Shota Mizutani stopped talking, and the not-so-broad hand never let go of his head.

Date Ko, who was originally standing with others at the same time, moved over from the crowd, opened the extra umbrella in his hand, and put it on the heads of Hirashima Yang and Mizutani Shota. The heavy rain wet a part of his arm.

"Why, are you not angry with me?" Hirashima Yang teased him in a low voice.

When Yi Dahang heard the words, he rolled his eyes and said, "I will still be angry if you run to the bomb disposal site next time."

"Anger is useless——" Hirashima Yang shrugged, "I still say the same thing, we are each other."

At exactly twelve noon, the media left, and when the last police officer also put down the white daisy, they all evacuated from the cemetery.

Shota Mizutani followed Hirashimayo step by step, and others wanted to send him home, but to no avail, and Hirashimayo finally came to persuade him.

"Stop following."

Hirashima Yang squatted down.

His black suit jacket has never cared about the children wanting to come back. At this moment, he squatted down, and the half-wet white shirt cuffs were buttoned three times by him, and half of the arm holding the umbrella was exposed.

Hirashima looked at Shota Mizutani, "The jacket is yours."

This child is still too young and lacks a spiritual support. If it can give him courage and a sense of security, he doesn't mind not having a coat from now on.

Shota Mizutani squeezed the jacket that was still on his head: "Yes."

The little boy was willing to leave.

Watching the backs of them leaving, Hirashima Yang touched the note in his trouser pocket that the police officer Meguro had handed him a few days ago.

Even though everyone says the case is over, there are still mysteries that have yet to be solved.He studied the note over and over again, but the words on it were all cut out and pasted on, without even half a fingerprint.

"What's the matter?" Itahang pulled him up from the ground.

"I'm thinking about the case." Hirashima Yoshi subconsciously replied. "I always thought there was something strange about this case."

"What else is strange?" Date Hang was at a loss, "Didn't it mean that the police have already found out? Yesterday, the police even held a press conference. The prank bombing and ambushes in the police department Arranged by the drug seller to provoke the police."

Ping Daoyang raised his eyebrows: "They caught the drug seller, so fast?"

"It is indeed caught." Date Hang nodded, "Because the information you provided is very comprehensive, senior, so the police said that they can break the rules and tell us the follow-up part of the information, but you are on vacation, and everyone originally planned to wait until your vacation is over before telling us. your."

Hirashima Yang continued to ask: "What's the name of the man you caught?"

"Lister White, a drug lord from the United States."

"...Then Hiroichi Hijikata explained what did the police say?"

"No." Itada shook his head. "We only know that the public security found a bunch of medicines and various company research institutes from Hiroshi Tufang's family at that time."

[Caught American drug lord, Lister White. ]

[Dead insider Saito flat. ]

[Koichi Hijikata, who has no hope of being released from prison in the second half of his life. ]

[Fingerprints that become insignificant compared to branded counterfeit drugs. ]

[Ayako Toyoda who died directly without exposure. ]

[Crows represent good luck in Japan, and combining with Western religion is no big deal in Japanese eyes. ]

[Mobile text message 'Do you remember what day is today'. ]

[The trader who never appeared. ]

Hirashima Yang suddenly knew what he hadn't thought of at the time.

Toyota Ryota came to the cafe with a very purposeful purpose, but the other trader at the scene was not there at all, and the follow-up speed of the case was too smooth, as if someone couldn't wait for them to discover the established truth.

All of this seemed to happen suddenly, but in fact it was premeditated.

Otherwise, why would they lack any clues in the follow-up?Otherwise, how could the last organization whose code name was Liquor Name disappeared, and it was Liszt White who was caught?Even the scar removal cream has turned into an OEM product, and it has been buckled on Hijikata Koichi's head?

And what will this case look like in the eyes of people who don't have comic spoilers and who don't know the existence of the organization?

——An insider from an unknown organization, Saito Heira, was his first love with Yuki Kitayama, and he couldn't bear it, so he gave drugs and planned to kill with her, so the drug-addicted scumbag Ryota Toyoda was killed by the person next to him. Ayako Toyoda became an accomplice because of hatred.And because Ryota Toyoda died unexpectedly, his drug boss Koichi Hijikata was exposed in a panic. The drug lord threw bombs and killed people arrogantly in order to provoke the police.And the Japanese grandson is used to it, it is normal to be provoked like this, no one will think too much, and because of the actions of this drug lord here, there is a reasonable explanation for how the Mihua Art Exhibition Hall exploded. .

The logic is self-consistent, and the organization code-named Jiuming retired perfectly.

Hirashima Yang opened the manga and scanned forward from today.

[June [-]th, night.

In the bar, the little black sparrow put down the wine glass in his hand, and looked up at the top killer sitting opposite him.

"It only needs to sacrifice a Toyota Ryota, and add a little trick, and the police can help us get rid of Saito who started to be disobedient, the more and more greedy Hijikata, and Lister White who opened his mouth like a lion, no The honest Tianxing Pharmaceutical can also beat and beat. Even the insider Saito can be said to belong to Lister White, after all, he did maintain the deal between Hijikata Koichi and Lister White."

Xiao Hei knocked on the photo placed on the counter. On the top of the photo was the face of Hirashima Yang, and under the photo were the materials of Saito Hira, Hijikata Koichi and Liszt White.

Xiao Hei propped his face, and their instigation, bewitchment, and temptation flashed like a comic strip behind him.

"—No one said that the pure and ignorant red square cannot be our chess piece."

Outside the bar, crows are crowing in the treetops. 】

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The author has something to say:

The winery's one-stone-n-bird plan, they have already prepared this death case since Ayako Toyoda entered the organization, and the internal friction in the winery is definitely not meaningless.

As a low-level employee who has just joined for a few months, Ayatoyoda will definitely not be able to get in touch with high-level personnel and get the medicine. After all, high-level personnel must be qualified, but she just got it. She should have run away at that time, but unfortunately she is not smart.

Liszt White will be handed back to country M. You can guess whether he will die on the way, and according to the principle of non-communication of news from the red side, the neon police officer will not know what Liszt said.

As for the fact that Hijikata Hiroichi didn't die but was taken to prison, Mina, do you still remember how Jing Guang died?The undercover agent of the Public Security Department of the Metropolitan Police Department, he can't get promoted for his merit.

Everything that happened suddenly was premeditated, and the death of Ryota Toyoda is not over until now:D.

I'm going to weave the second case in the next two days, and the next chapter will be updated next Monday, everyone!

感谢在2022-04-2620:14:31~2022-04-2716:52:23期间为我投出霸王票或灌溉营养液的小天使哦~

Thanks to the little angels who irrigate the nutrient solution: 12 bottles of Zibuyu; 10 bottles of Silent Lamb;

Thank you very much for your support, I will continue to work hard!