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[Grass, who is gone, I am gone, how could this be, how could this be? !】

[How many times have I said that I am a human being and I am not a chopping board! The stainless steel chopping board is broken in two sections!] 】

【That's why Mizutani Shota wrote Brother Yang's name in order to let the police come as soon as possible, because after he died, he couldn't control the rest of the matter...】

【Wooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooootain to the acting class.He is still in the action team, he wants to lie to Wittucky and Gin, and even kill people, help!God knows he was going to die at the moment of the most miserable poison, I just burst into tears!

What was he thinking? Did he have the thought of atonement for killing people in the past? Moreover, how did he make up his mind to take poison?When people are about to die, they will really be stopped by their muscular unconsciousness, and it is also difficult to overcome the fear of death mentally...

It feels like the organization in black is driving this kid crazy, Weique, you are so fucking bad!]

[Wei sparrow, I really... (oxygen inhalation.jpg). 】

[I originally thought that there were too few people on the red side in the remake, and could we add more people... As a result, there are more people on the red side now. In fact, there are quite a few people on the red side, but it is It’s better to brainwash the whole team to achieve a big victory for black! The already cruel world now looks even crueler, how could it be so. (tears of soybeans)]

[The previous one, but black's victory like in the remake cannot pass the review (lightly). 】

【Back to the previous one, don’t remind me of this fact!】

The barrage is almost crazy.

Seeing those translucent bullet screens drifting past his eyes, his heart seemed to be clenched by his fingers. The dizziness made Hirashima Yang take a step back, and the flashlight and letter paper in his hand fell.

"I, he..." His voice was surprisingly hoarse.

"Don't think about the past." Itahang came over and raised his hand to cover Hirashima Yang's eyes. "That proves that Shota Mizutani's acting skills are outstanding, he successfully deceived everyone and achieved the goal he wanted to achieve, doesn't it?"

He softened his voice, but he didn't realize that there was some depression in his tone, "You should be happy for him, he is not a child who has gone astray."

The room was silent.

The man's eyelashes are very long, and brushing them in his palms brings some itchiness.Yi Dahang put one hand on Ping Daoyang's shoulder, and covered the other's eyes with the other hand, while he lowered his head, his gaze wandering aimlessly in the darkness.

I couldn't see anything clearly in the darkness, but I could only see the translucent letter paper that fell on the flashlight and was illuminated by the light of the flashlight.The sound of breathing in the ear was quite rapid, followed by a few suppressed coughs, and finally it was forced into the throat, similar to the sound of a cat purring.

Feeling a little wet in the palm, Yi Dahang paused, the hand on Ping Daoyang's shoulder slipped to his back, and patted him strangely.

At the same time, Matsuda Jinping also walked over.

The curly-haired man bent down to pick up the flashlight and letter paper, and looked at them as if he wanted to say something, but he just took two steps in this direction when he tripped over a steel bar protruding from the ruins.

The flashlight in his hand came out, spun in the air and landed on the ground in the distance, illuminating a small patch of soil, and something was shining in the soil.

When the flashlight was dropped like this, the light was no longer stable, and the light flickered on and off. The curly-haired man turned around and was knocked to his numb left leg. He walked over with the help of the light, and was about to bend over to pick it up. The flashlight patted off the dirt on it, but stared at the ground in shock.

"This is……"

"What's wrong?" Date Air turned his gaze away.

I saw Matsuda Jinpei holding a flashlight and letter in one hand, and a small diamond picked up from the soil in the other.

The diamond was too small. If Matsuda Jinhei hadn't carefully observed the soil mixed with various sundries and bugs, he would have thought it was reflective glass slag.

Itahang looked at Matsuda Zhenping in silence for a while, then he didn't know what to think, and raised his eyebrows.

"Great." Itahang forced the corners of his lips to curl up, "...the ring is complete now."

A ring, a small diamond, records the past of this love story.Even if one of the protagonists in the story has passed away, the ring can still be put together and become as good as new.

No one clearly knows every little bit of the story behind the ring, and the protagonists of the story may have forgotten something, but at least after returning the ring, the heroine in the story can still hear the remaining love in it. sound.

——Love has not disappeared, and it will never disappear. It transcends life and death.

A few minutes later, Hirashima Yang raised his hand and removed the palm that was in front of his eyes.

He rubbed his face indiscriminately, took a few steps forward and took the flashlight and letter paper in Matsuda Jinpei's hands, the light was dropped, and the expression on his face was very calm, as if all the pain disappeared in this instant .

Matsuda Jinpei asked involuntarily, "Pingshima?"

"Yeah." Hirashima Yang's tone and expression were equally light.

Under the twilight, the eyes hidden in the darkness appeared again, and the golden color seemed to be reforged into golden armor, becoming sharp and sharp.

"Let's go up to find Hagiwara, and then go to the Public Security Bureau." Hirashima Yang turned and walked out, "By the way..."

He paused, "By the way, tell them to come and collect the corpse."

The moment the voice stopped, the elevator card was swiped on the elevator again.The elevator door opened, and the light in the elevator shone on the ground, and the mud mixed with broken glass shone out, either wet or like a halo of diamonds.

It only takes half a minute to go from the ground to the ground.

The elevator door opened again, and a few of them stepped out, leaving a string of footprints on the floor.

"Where is Hagiwara now?" Date Hang looked at Matsuda Jinpei.

Matsuda picked up the phone, "Let me ask."

10 minutes later, above the mental hospital trail.

When they found Hagiwara Kenji, Hagiwara Kenji was still talking with Hayakawa Nana.But because Kenji Hagiwara turned his back to them, Nana Hayakawa was the first to notice their arrival.

"Isn't this police officers and gentlemen?" Hayakawa Nana stopped her original discussion on Mizutani Shota's matter, and raised her hand to wave them.

And Kenji Hagiwara turned his body around following Nana Hayakawa's gaze, and looked at the disheveled people who came out of the collapsed underground laboratory, and was a little puzzled for a while: "How many of you finally bumped into each other underground?"

Matsuda Jinpei nodded, and wiped off the dust on his face through Hagiwara Kenji's eyes.

Then he raised his clenched left hand and pointed his thumb behind him, "We should go."

Hagiwara Kenji thought for a while, then turned his head again: "Then Miss Hayakawa..."

"Goodbye, everyone." Hayakawa Nana jumped up from the hospital bench, "I'm going back to the ward."

Facing Hagiwara Kenji's puzzled gaze, Hayakawa Nana waved her hand again, "Actually, there is really nothing in my ward. The only problem is this hospital. I'm just afraid that if I don't say that, you won't be honest. Listen to me."

She smiled, "After all, I'm mentally ill."

Then Nana Hayakawa walked towards the third sick building.

The morning sun hit her body, making her whole body blurred, but before she could take a few steps, Kenji Hagiwara grabbed her arm.

"Miss Hayakawa." Hagiwara Kenji said, "You were locked up in the morgue before. I don't know that almost all the patients in the third ward have been transferred. You should be the only one who hasn't been transferred now."

——so you don't have to worry about staying in this mental hospital.

*

At 06:30 am, Public Security Bureau.

When stepping into the gate of the public security hall, the public security hall was busy.

With a large amount of information output, all the police officers in the hall were mobilized, and they ran out of the public security hall in teams, and rushed out in police cars with sirens.

"Kazemi." Hirashima Yang called to Kazami Yuya, who was hurrying along the corridor with a stack of documents, "Where are Furuya Rei and Zhu Fu Jingguang now?"

Kazami popped his head out from behind the stack of documents, squinting at the person coming.

Half of his glasses had slipped off, but now he couldn't spare his hands to push them away, so he could only tilt his head and use the corners of the pile of documents to rub them upwards.

"In the conference room." The glasses couldn't get on, so Feng Jian simply gave up, "Mr. Jiang Gu and Mr. Zhu Fu are working in the conference room..."

Having said that, Kazami's face was weird for a moment.

He didn't seem to know whether to use this word. He thought it was inappropriate, but he couldn't find a more accurate word to describe it after thinking about it for a long time, so he could only say that they were working.

"Thank you." Ping Daoyang nodded.

"It's nothing." Kazami shook his head, "Then I'll go first, Officer Hirashima, these materials are still waiting for me to send them to the higher authorities for review."

Then Kazami left with the stack of documents.

The conference room of the Public Security Department is at the innermost end of the first floor of the Public Security Department. When he opened the door, Hirashima Yang saw Jiang Gu Ling and Zhu Fu Jingguang each holding a computer, sitting face to face on chairs.

The printer next to them was roaring with all its might, sheets of paper with information printed on them were spat out on the table, and they were still steaming to the touch.

Hirashima Yang picked it up and looked at it.

——It is full of information about the stronghold of the black organization.

"You guys are back." Zhu Fu Jingguang drank the coffee in his cup, then raised his eyes from the computer screen, "Is the situation all right?"

They didn't have a good rest when they were in the confinement room. Now they rely on willpower and coffee to survive. The cups of coffee are poured down like water, and they don't put sugar. The sugar packets are piled up at hand The children piled up into a hill, and Ping Daoyang began to wonder if the two of them had lost their sense of taste.

It's just that now isn't the time to think about it.

Pouring the miscellaneous things out of his mind, Hirashima Yang pursed his lips, took out the page from his pocket, and hung it on the whiteboard in the conference room with a magnet.

"We got a list of the strongholds of the Black Organization with brainwashing technology."

Then he picked up the red whiteboard pen placed on the table, pulled off the cap, and signaled Jiang Gu Ling and Zhu Fu Jingguang to look over.

"From here to here, the strongholds with brainwashing technology have corresponding place names." Facing the list, Hirashima Yang moved the pen tip on the world map, and the red line in his hand drew from Japan to the United States, passed through the United States, and stopped at The name is unknown, only the latitude and longitude of the location is known.

The smudged red pen and ink is empty, representing the blue of the ocean.

"But this place is not shown on the map." He said, "I think it is very likely that it is their base camp."

Generally speaking, there is only one possibility that islands are not displayed on the world map, and that is that this is a man-made island and has not been reported.

—and this kind of place is just perfect for hiding an organization.

"By the way." Hirashima Yang put down his pen, turned his head to look at Zhu Fu Jingguang and Jiang Gu Ling, "Do you have any impression of the brainwashing process? How is the surrounding environment?"

"In terms of environment," Jiang Gu Ling pressed his chin, thinking that his speech speed became extremely slow. "...the prerequisite for brainwashing is surgery, and there will be a long period of observation afterward. The situation will be checked every seven days for a period of three months. The location of the surgery is different from the location of the observation."

"But Hiro and I should be in the same place when we're brainwashing and being observed."

He pointed to his ears: "Although our heads were covered and we couldn't see anything when we went, we all heard the sound of the waves vaguely."

In this case, the probability of being the base camp rises to 70%.

Thinking of this, Hirashima Yang took a deep breath and put down the pen in his hand.

"We're almost done with leads," he said. "We're ready for a meeting."

At seven o'clock in the morning, the meeting room of the Public Security Bureau.

Members of the Public Security Department and the Metropolitan Police Department took their seats one after another, sitting around the round table, and there were two turned-on computers on the table facing the vacant seats, and the FBI and CIA were displayed on the screens.

And the only standing Hirashima Yang knocked on the whiteboard, motioning everyone to look at the whiteboard, the content and clues organized on it were dazzling.

"After exploring the death scene of Shota Mizutani and the entire mental hospital, we found this." Hirashima Yang said while pointing to the letter on the whiteboard, "This is the list of the black organization's strongholds with brainwashing technology .”

"And this." He took out three surrogates in the form of medicine and put them on the table. "High-tech from the Black Organization—for death."

"Let's not mention the technical means of surrogate death, because we got the list of strongholds, so we entrusted the police to inquire about the status of Japan's aviation and shipping ships." Hirashima Yang pointed sideways to the red dot on the map Son, "Because if you want to get here from Japan, only these two means of transportation can be used, so after investigation, we found that there are several cruise ships passing by here in July every year, and they stop strangely for a while. time."

"In addition, it must be the safest place for undercover brainwashing, and this place has never appeared on the map, so we now reasonably suspect that this is the headquarters of the black organization."

As soon as Hirashima Yang finished speaking, Fugu Ling swallowed the last sip of coffee in the cup.

He got up from the chair, took a few steps to the whiteboard, and took over the task of explaining: "Because it is July in the past few days, we also immediately sent people to investigate the specific sailing situation in Japanese ports recently. According to the investigation According to the information sent back by the personnel, there was a ship departing for Mexico last night, which will pass by here before they reach their destination."

"Although it is not clear whether they will dock here, according to intelligence personnel, this ship is a passenger ship rather than a cargo ship, and the source of the ship is the Sakai family."

"—And according to Police Officer Hirashima, the Sakai family is related to the Black Organization, and their family is famous for their shipbuilding industry."

Furutani Rei pasted the printed Sakai family crest near the world map with red dots, and flicked the whiteboard with his fingertips.

"That is to say, Sakai's family does run some port business for the convenience of the Black Organization, so there is a high probability that this ship will dock there."

There was silence in the conference room.

The clues exploded one after another, and the things that have been dealt with in the past and the things that have not been dealt with now are all connected together, making everyone's eyes stare.

"Because the matter is more urgent, and it is a large-scale arrest activity, and the arrest target is a large international terrorist organization—" Jiang Gu Lingzi scanned the audience with purple eyes, without pausing in his mouth, "This operation, the police's It means that we are preparing to set up a special action team in conjunction with our Japanese Metropolitan Police Department, as well as the US FBI, CIA and other organizations."

At the same time, Mu Mu Shisan finally sorted out the cause and effect, and raised his hand in full view.

"Wait." He frowned, "But Belmode is being arrested by us now, the black organization should have received the news, right? Are they already preparing to flee the scene now?"

"For this, I have a solution." Ping Daoyang said.

——Even if most of the people in the black organization escaped, he can guarantee that there is one person who will never escape.