Conan's Science Manga Artist Kudo Yuuji

"Matsuda! You can't do this!"

Officer Curly and the assisting prison guard pulled him out of the prison. When he saw the police car parked at the door of the prison, Furukawa kept shaking his beautiful hair: "You are asking me to die. You can't do this, 豼It's the police!"

Ignoring him, he kicked the enemy into the cage behind the police car. He took out his cigarette case and gave one to each of the prison guards around him.

"Is this okay? You must be waiting in a hurry over there."

He lit it with a lighter and held it in his hand. Although he could not see it in the prison, prison guard No. 1 still looked in the direction of the Suzuki Finance Building.

"The more cigarettes we smoke, the less time the hostages have."

Putting the cigarette butt between his lips, Matsuda Jinpei laughed out loud, leaving the two prison guards stunned.

"They may let the hostages go because of the money, but they will never let them go because of this guy."

Although he was very unhappy with Makoto Furukawa, he knew those guys best. There was no doubt that all the panicked statements made by this man just now were true. The moment he was sent to the financial building and into the hands of the gangsters, it was estimated that the boss of this group of guys would immediately shoot him in the head.

"It's getting late, I'll send him off."

Pulling out a ham sausage from his coat pocket, Matsuda Jinpei sat in the driver's seat with a cigarette in his mouth, put on his seat belt, and threw the ham sausage in through the railing.

"Hey, don't say I'm heartless. Anyway, I've been visiting you in prison every month for the past four years."

Turning the key and starting the car, Matsuda Jinpei drove while talking to Furukawa Makoto through the rearview mirror.

"This...what is this?"

Furukawa picked up the ham sausage and put it on the railing. With the ham sausage, he could poke Matsuda Jinpei's neck: "Matsuda, even if it is the last meal before death, you don't hold the door like this."

"Buckle?" Matsuda Jinpei stepped on the brakes hard: "Do you know, I brought this from the convenience store when I bought cigarettes. As for you guy, I didn't smash your head with a gun, it was already me The teachers at the police academy taught me well.”

"I..." Furukawa really pinched the ham sausage and lowered his head while looking at the Japanese words on it: "I have thought a lot about Officer Hagiwara in the past few years, and I am very..."

"You don't need to say anything anymore. I know you are just a culprit." Matsuda Jinpei tightened his grip on the steering wheel: "But I can't figure it out. Even now, you are still unwilling to say anything."

"You don't understand. My wife and son have gone to Siberia."

Curly Hair was stunned and continued to drive slowly.

"The person behind it has never appeared in person. He only contacted us through the Internet." Makoto Furukawa carefully opened the ham package and laughed like a child when he saw that it was not broken.

"I turned out to be an ordinary social worker. I squeezed into the tram like an ordinary person, went to work exhaustingly, and carried 40 years of mortgage and car loans. I was happy and happy."

"Is this considered happiness?!" Unable to hold back, Matsuda Jinpei still complained.

"I'm just a high school graduate. Unlike you, I'm already a leader in this society." Makoto Furukawa rolled his eyes: "I can afford to pay off the mortgage in Tokyo every month, which is already beyond the vast majority of people. All right."

"This... is correct..."

"One morning, I said goodbye to my wife as usual and watched my son get on the kindergarten bus. When I came back, I found that the house had been evacuated and my wife and son were missing. Only a note was left in the house, He said that my wife and children were sent to Siberia and asked me to follow the message at the address of a certain online drama.”

This sounds like a drama about the wife running away from home with her things...

"I called the police first, but the police said it was my wife who ran away from home with our son. I had no choice but to do what they said."

Furukawa really ate up the ham in his hand and let out a long sigh: "He said that five policemen decrypted his bomb and injured him. He asked me to follow his plan and help him get revenge. Then he would Let my wife and children come back.”

Furukawa really followed the recipe given by that person, sold his house, used the money to make a batch of liquid bombs, organized a large number of garbage people, and made the trap in the Asai Villa area.

"Wait, that means you were really the boss seven years ago!"

Matsuda Jinpei looked unhappy. Unexpectedly, he kept thinking too much.

"Four years ago, he suddenly contacted me again and said that he would use me again and promised to bring my wife back, so..." Furukawa Zhen covered his face: "I'm really sorry, I... I have never dared to tell the truth. ”

"Then now..."

"The current one should be the second child from before. In fact, he has always been in charge of people. I am only responsible for making bombs according to that person's words and planning the layout."

Isn't that a big injustice...

"Matsuda, you have to be careful. The bombs they have now must have been made and sent here by that person. They must be completely different from the simple ones I used to have."

The car stopped two blocks away from the Finance and Economics Building. It was surrounded by police and mobile units. Seeing Matsuda Jinpei bringing Furukawa Makoto over, the police from the first and third departments of the search section gathered together.

"Two waves of hostages have been released." Officer Shiratori put his hands on his hips, glanced at Furukawa Makoto, and stretched out his hand to pull Matsuda Jinpei aside: "The ones released are all middle-aged men, old people, children, and women. put."

"It seems that they deliberately left behind those who had limited mobility and little ability to resist."

Matsuda Jinpei motioned to the other side and handed over the bulletproof suit, but when he saw that there was only one piece, he frowned and looked over.

"Ojiang Manager, why do you only have one?"

The smoking man raised his eyebrows and pointed with his chin at Furukawa Makoto, who was sitting on the ground shivering and shivering: "Is it necessary to give it to him? Aren't the people inside all his good friends?"

"Hey! What did you say!"

Furukawa really jumped up, ran over quickly, pointed at Manager Ojiang and shouted: "What a good friend, don't compare me to those inhuman things of the past few years!"

After spitting out the smoke from his mouth, Manager Oe glanced at the thin Furukawa Makoto up and down, punched him in the face, then threw his back to the ground and stepped on him with his leather shoes.

"What I hate the most is when someone refers to me as a trash like you."

Seeing Matsuda Jinpei approaching, Oe took two steps back with both hands: "Why, Officer Matsuda feels uncomfortable. I want to avenge your good friend."

"No, I don't think this is revenge."

"Haha." Oe patted Matsuda Jinpei's shoulder and asked in a voice that only he and Matsuda could hear: "By the way, I heard that the five of you played very well in the police academy. The remaining two are going Where is it?"

Without speaking, Matsuda Jinpei looked at him coldly and then put on a bulletproof vest.

"Tch." Asking for trouble, Oe waved his hand and asked the mobile police to clear a passage where Tian Jinpei and Furukawa Makoto could go in.

Passing by the police, Matsuda Jinpei ripped off a mobile policeman's vest and threw it into Furukawa Makoto's arms.

"Put it on!"