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The brown figure walked in without hesitation, and those who stayed outside could only look at his back.

"...How could this happen?" Hagiwara Kenji didn't know what to say for a while.

A few days ago, he and the squad leader were separated from the investigation of the case because of the problem of the surveillance video. Today it was Matsuda Jinpei's turn to be separated from the terrorist's communication, and Hirashima was asked to attend the appointment alone.

—they were completely pinned down.

"I don't know either." Date stared at the door of Tokyo Tower, as if Yoshihiro Hirashima could walk out with 18 hostages in no time. "But we might be able to catch this prisoner."

The prisoner was able to detonate the bomb on the top of the tower the moment Hagiwara approached Tokyo Tower, which proved that the prisoner should now observe them from a place where he can see the overall situation.

If I were a prisoner, where would I choose as an observation location?

Date Hang rested his chin in thought.

A map of the entire Tokyo spread out in his mind, and all eligible buildings nearby were extracted.

Quiet, deserted, high enough, close enough...

"—the Mori Building in Roppongi Hills, the open-air SkyDeck on the top floor!"

Date Hang and Hagiwara Kenji spoke in unison.

The Mori Building in Roppongi Hills is located on the west side of Tokyo Tower. Because the famous "lovers must reach" Tokyo Tower is nearby, it is also a very good tourist photo location. The afternoon and evening are the best time to take pictures. You can take a complete picture here The brightly lit Tokyo Tower.

The business hours of the open-air SkyDeck on the top floor of the Mori Building are divided into two types: ten in the morning and eleven in the evening, and eleven in the morning and eight in the evening. It is said that at this moment, it is the most suitable place to meet the requirements of being quiet and unmanned, being high enough and close enough. If the prisoner has a telescope, he can observe their movements from the open-air SkyDeck at any time.

"Hagiwara, you are here to help Hirashima!" After confirming the exact location, Date went straight to the car that Hagiwara had parked earlier, "I'll go to Roppongi Hills to have a look!"

Date Airlines sat in the driver's seat, stepped on the gas pedal, the dial pointer rotated, and finally stopped at 180.

The car roared out.

Kenji Hagiwara looked at the leaving car, then looked up at the Tokyo Tower, which was motionless, and could only stand there silently waiting.

At eight o'clock in the morning, the media and the police arrived together.

When a landmark building like Tokyo Tower was bombed, there were only a lot of media coming. From the official to the self-media, it was dark and overwhelming.The police car was submerged in the crowd of media people, and the red and blue double flashes on the roof compared to the white lights that spread out, looked weak and pitiful.

Hagiwara Kenji put his hands in front of his brows, and looked for a while before confirming the location of the police car.

"Officer Megure!" Hagiwara Kenji ran over.

And then he's drowning in flash too.

"We sell morning newspapers every day, may I ask this..."

"We are a Tokyo tabloid, please ask the scene..."

"We are the future radio station, please explode..."

The social expert Kenji Hagiwara experienced the horror of media people for the first time. When he broke free from the sea of ​​flashing lights, the jacket he was wearing was taken away by some host.

He stood in front of Mumu Shisan with his legs propped up, "Officer Mumu, Hirashima has already entered Tokyo Tower."

"I know." Megushi Shisan stared at Tokyo Tower, with an uneasy expression on his face. "It's just that we haven't raised enough 2000 million yet."

2000 million yen is not a small amount, and they will not be able to prepare it for a while.The application was approved layer by layer, and they could only ask Ping Daoyang to dismantle the bomb first, delaying it for a while.

——Even if Hirashima Yang himself knew nothing about bomb disposal technology.

The media who got close felt that this was an entry point, so the flashes flickered one after another.

"We can see that in the eyes of the police, 2000 million yuan is far more important than the life of a police officer." The media person who learned some inside information grinned, "Then let us wait and see, this police officer in Pingdao, who has solved countless cases, today Will it become a gorgeous firework on Tokyo Tower?"

The live broadcast of the media spread to every street in Japan.

Inside Mizutani's house.

Shota Mizutani stared at the unscrupulous pursuit of hot spots on the screen, and squeezed the black suit on his body tightly.

Sure enough, he hated the media anyway.

As a media person, he doesn't report objectively, and he doesn't dare to go deep into the scene to find out the truth. He only dares to hide behind the guardian, disturb the situation with the most unscrupulous thoughts, and get bloody money from it.

"You fart! Uncle Hirashima will be fine!" Shouta cursed, his eyes were full of anger towards the media, making those special pink eyes red like fire.

A few minutes later, the door of Mizutani's house was knocked.

Shota Mizutani looked through the cat's eyes on his feet, and there was a blond man standing outside.

On the other side, in the Metropolitan Police Department.

Matsuda Jinpei watched the TV, almost scratching the wall with anger.

"Hey, can I really not go to Tokyo Tower?!"

"...If you can go, who wouldn't want to go." The colleague who was grabbed by the collar by Matsuda Jinpei wanted to cry but had no tears. "It's so stipulated, I can't help it, I don't want to stay here with you yet."

Everyone is a policeman, even though Hirashima Yang usually has a bad temper, he is still a policeman.

People in the same camp are born with the buff blessing of sharing the same hatred with the enemy. Almost all the policemen who were able to go to the scene have gone now, except for this colleague who was asked to watch Matsuda Jinpei in the Metropolitan Police Department.

I want to be there too!

Colleagues wailed in their hearts.

Matsuda Jinpei let go of his hand, scratching his head irritably.

Because the criminals used his face for communication, even though he was sleeping in the police dormitory and there were countless witnesses, he now has to temporarily confine himself to the Metropolitan Police Department and can only watch the situation of Tokyo Tower on TV.

Please, Hirashima.

Looking at the screen, Matsuda Jinpei thought.

... We have just started on the road, as seniors and guides, don't fall down here.

Inside Tokyo Tower.

Hirashima Yang was running wildly on the stairs.

The murderer cut off the electric circuit of the entire Tokyo Tower, and the elevator couldn't work. He went around in a big circle and wasted nearly half an hour. Now he can only hang his breath and enter the stairs from the four-story building under the Tokyo Tower to watch the Tokyo Tower. Passage, take the stairs to carry out rescue.

Tokyo Tower has a two-story building at 120 meters, which is a large observatory. The hostages and some bombs are now on the second floor of this large observatory, in the Iron Tower Daijingu.

The distance was not too far, and the steps were not too many. When running, Hirashima Yang was even grateful in his heart. Fortunately, the criminals did not put the hostages on the special observatory about 250 meters away from Tokyo Tower.

His physical fitness is really not very good. If it is really the special observatory at 250 meters, I am afraid that he will have to stop and breathe a few times before he gets anywhere.

"Go back, I will exercise when I go back..." Hirashima Yang wiped the sweat from his forehead, and continued to run towards the Iron Tower Grand Shrine.

At [-]:[-] in the morning, Hirashima Yang arrived at the Iron Tower Daijingu.

He leaned on the wall to pant for a while, and after his heart beat less violently, he stepped into the door of the Great God Palace.

But as soon as he stepped in, three cold arrows hit him!

Hirashima Yang: "!"

He took a few steps back, dodging three cold arrows, but he did not escape the anesthesia needle following the cold arrows.

The two anesthesia needles pierced Pingdao's left arm and left leg respectively, which immediately paralyzed half of his body, and he fell backward uncontrollably, and then rolled down two flights of stairs.

"Hiss!" Ping Daoyang lay on the ground, touched the back of his broken head with his right hand, and felt blood on his hand.

Then he turned his head to look at the two needles that fell beside him.

[Anesthesia needle - empty, containing procaine. ]

"... local anesthesia?"

According to the intermediate chain structure, local anesthetics are generally divided into two categories, one is ester local anesthetics, and the other is amide local anesthetics.Among them, the representative drug of ester local anesthetic is procaine, and the action time is generally about half an hour to one hour.

He arrived at Tokyo Tower at 07:30, and the prisoner told him that there was still an hour and a half left, which meant that the bomb would explode at exactly nine o'clock.

And now it is [-]:[-].

— no time to wait for an hour of anesthesia to wear off.

Ping Daoyang reached out and grabbed the railing of the stairs, and forced himself up, bloodstains on his hands were printed on the railing.

At 27:[-] a.m., Hirashimayo re-entered the Great Shrine, and finally saw the eighteen hostages bound in the Great Shrine, and ten bombs next to the hostages.

There was a lot of blood scattered all over the floor, and many hostages were also stained with red and white blood and brains. These belonged to the talkative man on the phone earlier.

"Mmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmm!" The hostages, whose mouths were sealed with tape, became excited when they saw someone coming in.

"Don't be afraid, I'm a policeman." Ping Daoyang tried to put on a comforting smile, but found that he really didn't have much energy right now.

In short, as long as the rope is untied, the victims can go out of the tower to take refuge first.

Hirashima exhaled.

He leaned on the wall of the Great God Palace to move in, and with great difficulty untied the ropes that bound the victims with his unparalyzed right hand, tore off the tape, and then let the victims pass him and run out of the Great God Palace.

"Mr. Police Officer, do you need me to help you out?" One of the hostages stopped and looked at him worriedly. "I think your condition is not very good."

"No need." Ping Daoyang said, "you run away from you."

It takes at least 15 minutes to go down from Tokyo Tower, and if you take him with half of his body anesthetized, the speed will be doubled. They may not be able to reach the Tokyo Tower, and they will be buried in the ruins by the exploding bomb.

Moreover, if the entire large booth exploded, the ruins of the building would kill many people underneath.

He is here to save people, not to drag them to death.

So Ping Daoyang waved his hand again, "Hurry up, hurry up, I still have to defuse bombs, you are here to get in the way."

The prisoner said that there were seventeen bombs in total, most of them were here, and he didn't see any bombs on the stairs when he came up.Moreover, the possibility of him escaping in this situation is almost zero. It is better to take advantage of this time to dismantle a few more bombs. As long as half of these ten bombs can be dismantled, the stairway will not be blown up. , eighteen hostages were able to escape smoothly.

At 08:30 in the morning, all eighteen hostages left the Iron Tower Grand Shrine.

Supporting the wall with one hand, Hirashima Yo took out his mobile phone with the other, and called Kenji Hagiwara.

The phone didn't ring three times before it was picked up on the opposite side, followed by Hagiwara Kenji's anxious voice.

"Xiaoping Island! How are you doing over there!"

"...not very good." Hirashima Yang gritted his teeth, "Do you have any way to disarm bombs when only one hand can be used normally?"

Kenji Hagiwara outside the tower held up the phone and felt his brain buzzing.

"What are you talking about? Why can you use only one hand? There are still criminals in the tower?"

Hagiwara Kenji held up the phone, like a dizzy boat caught by a huge wave, his expression was full of panic.

After graduation, except for the ambush by the Metropolitan Police Department, he never felt that death was so close, even hidden in a few words.

"Hagiwara, don't panic." Hirashima Yang was calm. "Have a little faith in me."

The main thing is to have confidence in the old thief, trusting that he will not let an important supporting character who stepped into the main line die.

... Well, actually, I'm not sure whether my role is an important supporting role or a tool person who spits out information.

Hirashima Yang blinked.

Perhaps those who can "dance" with a group of lunatics in Shenbin have madness hidden in their bones.

He is also betting.

Bet your life.

Bet on miracles.

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The author has something to say:

According to the intermediate chain structure, local anesthetics are generally divided into two categories, one is ester local anesthetics, and the other is amide local anesthetics.

This paragraph is used in Baidu Encyclopedia, and it is said to be one of the key test points for medical students.

In reality, there is indeed an iron tower Daijingu on the Tokyo Tower. It is located at a height of 120 meters in Tokyo Tower. It is located on the second floor of the Grand Observatory. It is said that marriage and studies are very good. There is a special booth at 250 meters. There is a tower at the bottom of the tower. There are four floors, the viewing passage is there, there are elevators and stairs, and it is said that someone will issue a certificate to the top of the stairs.

The Mori Building in Roppongi Hills also exists in reality. Many people take photos of Tokyo Tower there. The business hours are the two in the article. However, it is said that there are requirements for photo equipment, and some are not allowed to bring it.

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