Conan: I'm really not the mastermind behind the scenes

Chapter 131 Good luck or bad luck Matsuda
Time back to 1 hours ago.

Chiyoda Ward, Tokyo, Metropolitan Police Department.

"...Said other suspicious items suspected to be bombs were found!"

When Matsuda Jinpei heard this, he threw the newspaper on the table, stood up and walked towards the colleague who spoke: "What's going on?"

He paused and said more specifically, "How many calls have the police reception center received so far?"

"At least thirty! And they are all in parks, hotels, shopping malls and other crowded places!"

As soon as these words came out, the expressions of all the detectives in the first search section changed drastically.

One of them murmured: "Is this... a prank?"

After spending some time in the police reception center, you will know that people call the police for all kinds of reasons - not just murders, thefts and robberies, but sometimes people also call the police when they encounter trivial things. In addition, there are many prank calls to deliberately make fun of people. police.

"No, it's not a prank." Miwako Sato looked serious, "There was an explosion at the shrine, and in such a short period of time, other bombs were discovered in many places in Tokyo. This can't be a coincidence!"

Matsuda Jinpei's face was gloomy. He sat back on the chair, but within a few seconds, he suddenly stood up again and walked quickly outside.

"Matsuda? Where are you going?!" Miwako Sato shouted.

"Go and remind the old man in the explosive ordnance disposal squad to come back and standby as soon as they finish dismantling them." Matsuda Jinping said without looking back, "These incidents are most likely caused by criminals attacking in the east and west to deliberately distract the police force - they have other plans. More important targets to blow up.”

Bomb disposal police are different from ordinary police in that they are more professional.Even Matsuda, who was very good at this course in the police academy, was still pressured by his superiors to undergo further training after joining the explosive ordnance disposal class.

In other words, if the existing batch is gone and bombs are found elsewhere, the Metropolitan Police Department will not be able to send police officers from other departments to defuse bombs!
However, before Matsuda Jinpei left the office, the person he mentioned came first, and the two happened to meet each other.

When the person in charge of the explosive ordnance disposal squad saw Matsuda, his expression was a little complicated, as if he had something to hide.

Matsuda Jinpei didn't care so much and immediately expressed his thoughts. The other party nodded: "We have experience in this. We have notified the police stations near major events to increase their vigilance."

"Then why are you here..." the colleague who brought the news said in confusion.

"Matsuda." The person in charge looked at Matsuda Jinpei, "Currently the explosive ordnance disposal team is short of manpower, and 2 minutes ago, we received another call. There was an explosion at the observation deck of Ekoda Amusement Park, and a middle school girl was trapped in the elevator. Inside, staff found other suspicious items inside."

"We hope you can go there to support."

Sato Miwako was stunned, and she subconsciously looked at Matsuda Jinpei.

From her angle, she could only see her somewhat fluffy black curly hair and her black formal dress that looked like a funeral.

After the red-haired serial murder case ended, Matsuda Jinpei was transferred to the investigation class. Although he was one year older than her, he became her "junior".

When she was out in the field a few days ago, she heard him talk about the reasons for joining the search class, and also said that he would not handle other tasks on November 11th - because he had to wait for the bomb that killed his friend four years ago. The criminal sent the fax, and he wanted to catch the other party and avenge his friend.

This is what he came for. Now that he has other tasks, is Matsuda willing to accept them?
Miwako Sato frowned.

She saw Matsuda Jinpei clenching his fists and moving his shoulders, as if his whole body was being squeezed by something heavy... But soon, he turned around, went to pick it up and threw it by the desk with a calm expression. , I had prepared the tool bag long ago. After putting it on my back, I glanced towards the fax mailroom.

"If there is a fax, please notify me immediately."

After Matsuda Jinpei said this, he was about to leave. Miwako Sato quickly stopped him: "Wait, Matsuda, I'll take you there!"

"What are you going to do?" Matsuda Jinpei asked.

"It will save you energy on the road, and the person trapped is a young girl, so she needs a policewoman to comfort her!"

Miwako Sato remembered the handcuffs and glared at him with a look like "You don't know how to comfort people at all", expressing her determination to go together.

...The Mazda drove the two policemen toward the Ekota area.

Matsuda Jinpei sat in the passenger seat and pressed the button to end the call: "Half and half."

"What?" Sato Miwako didn't react at all.

"I mean those phone calls before, some were pranks, some were real bombs, the number was half and half...but we haven't had time to investigate the surrounding situation."

Miwako Sato could hear his displeasure, and she felt the same way.

As a police officer, whenever you receive a similar call, you have to send someone to the scene to check carefully and make sure there is nothing wrong before returning.

Even if it seems like a prank, they have to go. They can't risk people's lives on whether it's true or not.

Matsuda Jinpei calmly thought about what happened today: "There were multiple explosions, involving a large number of officials... Those who have been transferred out are basically police officers from the explosive ordnance disposal squad and people from the public security side..."

What do the people behind the scenes want to do?
When Matsuda Jinpei was beating that man a hundred times in his heart like a punching bag, Mazda stopped at the entrance of Ekoda Amusement Park.

They took out their IDs and ran as fast as possible to the overlook where the accident occurred.Even if they have never been here before, it is easy to find. It is the tallest building in sight.

Perhaps because there are relatively few accidents in the Ekota area, the amusement park was not completely evacuated. There were several boys in school uniforms standing under the observation deck where the accident occurred.

There were two people standing on one side, and several others gathered around. One of them cried and fell to his knees on the ground. Staff and a person dressed as a teacher were comforting him next to him.

Before Sato Miwako asked them to leave quickly, she heard one of them speak.

"...Kaito, you see, that's what licking a dog is like. He's clearly alive and well up there, but he's howling like he's in a funeral."

"Don't say it so harshly..." A drop of sweat fell from the forehead of the boy named Kaito.

"Ever since he tried to force me to join the support club, I will not be merciful to him and his goddess."

The one who spoke first continued to speak, a pair of small tiger teeth showing from the mouth where he spat out the harsh words.

"Some licking dogs are really amazing. They may feel that emotional self-motivation is normal, or they may not be reconciled to kneeling when others are standing. They not only lick themselves, but also like to let others lick together. If others If you don’t want to, you have to discipline the other person.”

"I have only one opinion for this kind of people - the farther away ordinary people are from them, the better. If one day we lick our eyes, we might do something irreparable. We ordinary people can't afford to offend them, so we can only do our best. Stay away."

Matsuda Jinpei: "..."

Miwako Sato: "..."

The two policemen looked at each other and saw the same speechlessness in each other's eyes.

However, somewhere they couldn't see, a translucent, game-like system pop-up window floated in the air, with two strange-looking flies parked on the left and right at both ends.

The boy quickly typed something on it.

[Gluttony: It’s not me. It’s really not me who blew it up. Let’s not talk about whether I have the ability to dress up as Miss Qiu. Even if I do, it doesn’t mean that I blew up other people’s toilets?Am I so idle that it hurts? ? 】

After typing this sentence, his system pop-up window jumped from the group chat to the character interface.

[Active skill-Piercing Clouds and Fog: Turn the things in contact into bombs, dead objects into ordinary bombs, and living objects into other bombs.The longer the contact time, the more powerful it is. 】

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Multiple lines running in parallel, more characters appearing_(:з」∠)_
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