As the protagonist of the decryption game, I

Cang Shanlong was also turned over to the prosecutor's office, and the case ended here.

As Cangshan Longye's mouth changed from yelling to begging, and then from begging to threatening, neither Baizhuming nor Sanhejie, did not follow the police officer's advice and left the police station immediately to go home, but They stood together at the gate of the Metropolitan Police Department, watching Cang Shanlong being turned into a police car.

The police car roared away with red and blue flashes, and they could only see Cang Shanlong's frantic and twisted back from the rear window.

"I'm going to pick up my car, and you can watch the two of them for a while." Itahang said.

With the current crime rate in Tokyo, it is very dangerous for minors to walk around at night.

Hirashima Yang nodded, but was sneezed by the cold wind blowing past.

The next moment, a jacket was over his head.

Hirashima Yang pulled the coat off his head with a blank face, but Yi Dahang had already walked away with half sleeves on.

"You two have a good relationship?" Bai Zhuming, who had been paying attention to them, asked.

"En." Ping Daoyang responded, thought for a while, unfolded the jacket and wrapped it around Bai Zhuming, then took off his own coat and put it on Sanhe Jie's shoulders.

"It's cold at night, you two don't catch a cold."

In the end, he bent down, stopped the shoulders of the two minors, pulled them closer to him, and blocked half of the cool wind with his back.

"The two of us will take you home in a while."

Bai Zhuming pinched his jacket and looked sideways at Ping Daoyang.

At ten o'clock in the evening, the two minors were sent home safely.

"Officer Pingdao." Bai Zhuming stood in front of his house, opened his mouth out of nowhere, and called Pingdaoyang who turned to leave.

She silently watched Hirashima Yang stop, turned around, and faced her with a gentle question in his eyes.

As the breeze blew, the other party's thin windbreaker fluttered slightly, and the scarf around his neck also swayed in the rhythm of the evening wind.

"what happened?"

Bai Zhuming paused, then lowered his head, "It's nothing, please thank that police officer for his clothes."

Then she walked into her house without looking back, the wooden door opened and closed in front of Ping Daoyang's eyes, at a fast speed without any regrets.

If she closed the door a little slower, Ping Daoyang could find out how big a problem there is in her living room.

The living room of Baizhuming's house is also unpopular, just like a model room in a hotel. For a student who is on the same line between school and home, it is completely impossible for a home to be so smoke-free.

But she closed the door too fast. During the process of closing the wooden door, even if Ping Daoyang looked carefully, he could only see some blurred color blocks at most.

She sat on the sofa in the hall for a while, then went up to the second floor.

The two police officers had already left. She stood still at the French windows on the second floor, and she could only see the exhaust of cars that had reached the end of the street.

The street lights near Baizhuming's house were broken, so the car leaving here was like leaving the darkness.

She left the floor-to-ceiling windows, raised her hand and took out the vinyl record from the cabinet and put it on the phonograph in the study on the second floor.Then she shook the handle, and melodious music poured out from the loudspeaker.

Baizhuming dialed the phone amidst the music.

"Good evening, my lord." She said to the other end of the phone.

"On April 4, at 28:[-] p.m., a homicide occurred in Didan Middle School, and he accidentally entered the police station as a suspect."

"The police successfully solved the case at 20:[-] p.m. through autopsy, on-site investigation and other means. The deceased committed suicide, and the indirect murderer Cang Shanlong was also sent to the prosecutor's office. It is speculated that Cang Shanlong will also be imprisoned for at least [-] years. "

What was said on the other side, Bai Zhuming paused, "I'm very sorry, my lord, but Mr. Sanhe has already called the police. As his girlfriend, even if it's a disguise, I think I should maintain an innocent and kind persona, so this time I was indeed the one who called the police."

"This time, the officers in charge are Date Hang and Hirashima Yo."

"Huh? You asked me what's going on with Ping Daoyang?" Bai Zhuming tried his best to maintain his tone so as not to tremble. "Is he a very important officer, too? I haven't seen him before. I'm sorry, my lord. I didn't pay much attention to him. It just doesn't look like the man is in good health."

"As for Mao Lilan, Suzuki Sonoko, Kudo Shinichi and the others in class B of the second year of high school..." Bai Zhuming lied through gritted teeth, "No abnormal movements, Mao Lilan and Suzuki Sonoko went to school normally, Kudo Shinichi is still missing, I didn't see them There's nothing strange about that above."

After successfully passing the interrogation by the high-level officials, Bai Zhuming took a deep breath, dropped the phone, and collapsed on the floor of the study.

Fortunately, her immediate boss is not that fellow Wei Sparrow, otherwise she really has no hope of being able to deceive the organization.

In fact, she had already discovered the abnormality of Mao Lilan and the others, especially after seeing the kid in the suit.

The portrait of Kudo Shinichi was briefly circulated in the organization for a while, and she is a scientific researcher who knows the direction of human musculoskeletal very well.

On the first day we met, just looking at the familiar muscle movements and the familiar appearance, if that kid wasn't for the shrunken Kudo Shinichi, she would have eaten up her doctoral certificate in biology.

And there is a shrunken Shirley beside Kudo Shinichi.

——Even for Shirley's life, it is impossible for her to report the real news.

She was just such a friend in the Black Organization.

Creatures in the dark cannot see the sun, but can they see the stars?

On the other side, the underground base.

As soon as Shota Mizutani stepped into the gate of the base, the door behind him closed suddenly, and the two heavy irons collided with each other, making a muffled sound.

He walked down a dozen steps and stood on the ground floor of the basement, where Bourbon was waiting.

"This way." Bourbon straightened up from the wall he was leaning against, "Whisper has been waiting for you for a long time."

Toru Amuro led Mizutani Shota to the innermost room on the basement floor. When the two were side by side, he glanced at Mizutani Shota's school uniform, and couldn't help but look disgusted, "So why should I be responsible for bringing you a brat like you?" , I am obviously from the intelligence team."

"It's a little ghost, I'm really sorry." Shota Mizutani retorted, "But compared to me who got my code name at the age of 13, you, who only got my code name when I was an adult, are not qualified to talk about things."

Bourbon: "I grew up in an organization anyway?"

Shota Mizutani: "Who didn't join the organization at the age of six or seven?"

The two walked inside while arguing.

The innermost gate has a colorful raven printed on it.

Every feather of the crow is lifelike, filled with colorful glass and gold powder and silver thread, when the light is turned on, it reflects magnificent light, and the golden crow eyes in the middle are silently staring at the coming from the other end of the corridor the comer.

My head hurts a little.

Looking at that eye, Bourbon rubbed his temple.

Very strange.

He grew up in an organization, why did he feel frightened when he saw a crow?

But such thoughts only lingered in Bourbon's mind for a few seconds, and then they were thrown out of his mind.Under the silent awe of that eye, Bourbon and Mizutani Shouta both shut their mouths at the same time and pushed open the door.

Sparrow was sitting on a chair in the room.

After Bourbon led the people in, he very automatically and consciously stood next to the sparrow, one step back, and remained silent.

"My lord." Shota Mizutani knelt on one knee. "What do you want from me?"

"Xiang Taijun, I asked Belmode to call you here today to tell you that you can report your long-standing hatred for the media tomorrow, and you can report it yourself." Weique straightened his sleeves, slowly and methodically. "Isn't the reason why you joined the organization just for this day?"

Shota Mizutani raised his head abruptly, his rose red eyes sparkled with excitement.

"You mean I can attack the media tomorrow?!"

"Don't say it as if you haven't done anything before, Xiangta, no, cognac." Weique got up from the chair, reached out and touched Xiangta's head, "Every year, the strange death of a media person is not all because of you handwriting?"

The green-eyed man smiled, "As a member of the action team, Shota's tactics are really not good. I've slapped you many times."

"But it's not impossible for me to understand, Shota, your hatred of the media."

Because those media are arranged by him.

"I approved the logistics list for you." Weique said, "After tomorrow morning, all your hatred will be over."

"But I hope you can listen to my opinion." Wei Que followed suit, "Anyway, it's all about revenge, so it's better to make it bigger."

"Look, they feel that they can control other people's life and death through public opinion, command the masses to charge in front, and they enjoy the pleasure of disturbing the situation in the back, eating human blood steamed buns, so why don't we do the opposite and let them be the ones who are controlled people?"

Wei Sparrow pulled out a smile, "But you need to tie yourself to the boat, because I also want to take this explosion as a gift for someone, but I can guarantee that you will not die, and your ending will not be as good." will end up in jail."

"It doesn't matter." Shota Mizutani blinked, "As long as I can kill them, I don't care about anything."

So at nine o'clock in the morning the next day, the moment Ping Daoyang stepped into the Metropolitan Police Department, the big TV in the Metropolitan Police Department turned into a snowflake screen.

The news being broadcast was cut off, and then a teenager's voice came out.

"Hello? Can you hear me?"

The snowflake screen returned to normal, except that the two hosts who originally broadcast the news had a blood-red hole in their heads, and they fell silently on the chair, while the one who was active in front of the camera was changed.

Seeing the boy who appeared on TV after a snowflake, Hirashima Yang's heart skipped a beat, and he suddenly had a bad premonition.

"Good morning, everyone."

Sure enough, on the TV, the child said to the camera.

"I'm here to tell you that I've kidnapped a lot of the media."

The 15-year-old boy put down his pistol, took out a button from the pocket of a somewhat damaged black suit jacket, and put the button in front of the camera, showing it to everyone who is watching the news at the moment, and bluntly said that this is Bomb detonator.

"And I will open the voting window, with a time limit of 10 minutes. Everyone has the right to vote and can decide the life and death of some people, including me."

"I set up bombs in three places, the TV station, the Skytree, and the Tokyo skyscrapers."

"I'm on TV."

"The Skytree and Skyscraper kidnapped different media."

The boy's rose-red eyes were illuminated by a circle of light from the photography studio's fill light, making those bloodshot eyes look like two cheap glass balls.

"It's not a prank."

He held the button high, as if he didn't know how horrible his behavior was, but he was still smiling, as if he was about to get revenge, even if he died right away.

"Guess, when I press this button, which media outlets will explode and die with a bang today?"

The boy rubbed the button, "Or, will it be me who left with the explosion?"

"Gentlemen, I leave the choice in your hands. I repeat, this is not a prank."

"Now, the timer begins."

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Drop and add more~

Wei Sparrow went online to cause trouble, Bourbon was brainwashed, and Xiangta played time voting.

感谢在2022-06-1119:57:11~2022-06-1218:05:49期间为我投出霸王票或灌溉营养液的小天使哦~

Thanks to the little angel who threw the mine: 1 paperweight;

Thanks to the little angel of the irrigation nutrient solution: 2311245830 bottles; 20 bottles of paperweight; 10 bottles of the first phase; 1 bottle of Shuangshuangzi;

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