Coroner Ke Xue

While Manager Lin was slacking off in his work and missing offline, his colleagues were still busy working conscientiously.

Late at night, Showa Memorial Park.

On the roof of a nearby residential building, a man was hiding in the darkness of the rooftop, holding a telescope and peering far into the direction of the park.

He is the man in the trench coat who disappeared for several hours after the Tokyo Tower explosion, the bomber who committed many crimes.

"There is a police car coming at the park entrance."

"Haha. That idiot is really dead, really committed suicide, hahahaha."

In order to stabilize the prisoners who are still absconding, the prisoners are allowed to take advantage of themselves and relax their vigilance.

At the request of the Metropolitan Police, only the news of the Tokyo Tower explosion was broadcast on TV for the time being, and no information about Lin Shinichi's survival was disclosed.

So the man in the trench coat only saw that Tokyo Tower exploded as he thought.

Lin Xinyi's whereabouts are still unknown.

Now seeing the police cars rushing towards the park entrance, the man in the trench coat finally got the answer he wanted:

"Sacrifice your own life for the reputation of the Metropolitan Police Department"

"Haha, another idiot!"

"I just want to send idiots like you to heaven one by one!"

The man in the trench coat smiled with morbid joy.

What about the famous police administrator? Wasn't he easily manipulated by him?

No one can break this deadlock.

Escape will greatly damage the reputation of the Metropolitan Police.

Even if he dies, he can still get the pleasure of controlling other people's lives and deaths at will.

Just like now, when he saw the police finding Showa Park and getting in touch with the news of the Tokyo Tower explosion, the man in the trench coat seemed to see Lin Xinyi's painful expression as he was shattered to pieces in the fire.

Ha ha ha ha

The man in the trench coat smiled even more ferociously.

In his eyes, the hurried policemen in the distance were just chess pieces that he could move casually. A single step could disturb a nest of ants.

The police officers' panic at this moment was the show he had been waiting for.

"Seal the park and evacuate the staff, but don't you dare to look for bombs?"

"Are these guys worried that I will break my promise and suddenly detonate a bomb?"

"It's true that a villain's heart is used to judge a gentleman's heart."

The man in the trench coat's obscene cheeks became even more obscene.

He is indeed a man of his word.

Since Lin Xinyi risked his life in exchange for this bomb, he would not go back on his word and detonate the bomb.

after all

He had plenty of gadgets like bombs.

This game is over, you can still play the next game.

His game doesn't simply end with the death of a police officer.

It will just be like the black-hearted gold-based mobile games. The more versions are updated, the more diligent they are, the more severe the pressure is, and the more severe the cannibalism.

It's just that ordinary games only cost money, but his game only costs lives.

"Just wait, Metropolitan Police."

"I'll be back soon."

The man in the trench coat enjoyed the pleasant sight of the policeman being tricked by him, but in his heart he was already planning the next round of bomb attacks.

But at this moment.

"No need to wait."

"If you want to 'come back', you can do it now."

A cold voice suddenly sounded from behind.

"Who?!" The man in the trench coat had goosebumps all over his body.

He suddenly looked back, only to see the figure of a young man quietly appearing under the cold moonlight.

"who I am?"

"You can call me Officer Furuya."

Fangtani Zero replied in a cold tone.

"Police officer." The man in the trench coat said with a gloomy face: "A note?!"

He subconsciously wanted to turn around and run away, but he forgot that he was on the rooftop.

The road down to the rooftop has been blocked by Jianggu Ling.

And looked up over the guardrail and looked down:

At some point downstairs, a group of shadowy figures appeared.

Only then did the man in the trench coat realize that while he was busy enjoying the show through the telescope, his hiding place had been unknowingly surrounded by plainclothes police.

"How, how could this happen?!"

The man in the trench coat was so frightened that his voice trembled:

"How did you know I was here?!"

"It's very simple." Rei Furutani shrugged: "After the explosion of Tokyo Tower, your sketch was already on TV."

"And you yourself are unlucky enough to be recognized by passers-by."

That's right, the person who reported him was just a "passerby".

And this "passerby" is actually Noah's Ark.

When the man in the trench coat threatened the audience with a bomb and took the elevator to leave the special observation deck alone, he never thought about it, and it was impossible to think about:

This special observatory is built alone at a height of 250m. In order to ensure the signal strength of mobile phone signals for tourists on the observatory, a micro base station is independently installed.

This micro base station is dedicated to providing signal services to this special observatory.

So it's the same principle as the last time we used the hotel micro base station in Izu to confirm that Aramaki Yishi had entered the hotel.

When the man in the trench coat was alone, he took the elevator to leave from the special observation deck and left the signal range of the observation deck base station.

His mobile phone number has been individually identified by Noah's Ark from the mobile phone numbers of more than 20 tourists at the site.

Once the mobile phone number is locked, real-time base station positioning of the mobile phone number can be performed.

So after confirming that the man in the trench coat had absconded to the vicinity of Showa Park and remained motionless for a long time, Noah's Ark directly borrowed a public phone and sent an anonymous report to the police as an enthusiastic citizen.

"Someone said they saw you in a residential area near Showa Park."

"Although the exact location is not yet clear,..."

"The Metropolitan Police Department is getting serious this time."

The error of mobile phone signal positioning is very large, even in cities, it can be as much as several hundred meters.

But this time the Metropolitan Police Department was completely infuriated. They mobilized efficiently from top to bottom and executed quickly. They dispatched nearly a hundred experienced plainclothes policemen in one go.

So many police officers used the darkness to surround this residential area, and after nearly an hour of drag-net investigation, they finally used this most traditional method of solving crimes to pinpoint the specific location of the man in the trench coat.

"Do you understand now?"

"Your game is over."

Fang Guling issued a cold ultimatum.

"I, I" The man in the trench coat was so horrified that his face turned pale, he was sweating profusely, and he couldn't even speak properly.

It's hopeless, it's really hopeless!

He's finished!

The serial bomber who was so arrogant just now was so frightened that his legs were weak.

"asshole."

Officer Furitani could barely maintain his composure.

At this time, he became angry because of the ugly appearance of the man in the trench coat:

"Ogiwara, Matsuda. Damn"

"They died at the hands of a wretched rat like you!"

Fangtani Rei showed a rare expression of gnashing teeth and anger.

That anger quickly turned into bone-chilling coldness:

"Asshole, let me ask you."

"Do you still remember the names of Ogihara Kenji and Matsuda Jinpei?"

"I" the man in the trench coat was speechless for a moment.

The death of these two police officers at his hands was once his most proud achievement.

Of course he was impressed by these two names.

But facing the murderous gaze of Police Officer Jianggu, he did not dare to say a word.

Sure enough, the Jianggu police officer said coldly:

"They are all my dear friends."

"He's my classmate in the police academy."

"do you understand?"

"I" the man in the trench coat was trembling with fear.

The other party's murderous intention was almost solidified, and he was so horrified that he almost peed.

He felt like he wasn't facing the police at all.

Instead, he was facing a criminal thief who had committed numerous murders.

No, it seems scarier than that.

Can a policeman really possess this kind of murderous aura?

In a daze, the man in the trench coat felt that he was not arrested by the Metropolitan Police Department, but by some terrifying criminal organization.

"I, I plead guilty"

"I-I surrender!"

"I am willing to accept the trial!"

The man in the trench coat was trembling with fear. He wished he could turn into handcuffs and tie himself up right now.

"Accept trial? Huh."

Jianggu Ling stared at him faintly:

"You don't seem to be afraid of legal judgment at all?"

It’s not that I’m not afraid.

Just not that scared.

Although the man in the trench coat has committed countless crimes, he will definitely be sentenced to death if he is arrested.

But he still wasn't very afraid.

Why?

The man in the trench coat didn’t need to explain the reason, Jiang Gu Ling probably knew it in his heart:

Because Japan’s death penalty system is too tolerant.

Although there is a death penalty and the death penalty is imposed, the execution is delayed after the sentence is imposed.

The execution of a death sentence is a very time-consuming process, and there is a lengthy appeals process after the sentence is completed.

Even if the prisoner has exhausted all appeals procedures, when execution comes, he still needs the personal approval of the Minister of Justice (equivalent to the country's Minister of Justice).

The ministers of justice were deeply influenced by the abolitionist ideology, and there were even cases where they refused to approve a single execution of the death penalty for several years.

Therefore, a death row prisoner is called a death row prisoner, but in fact he may live in prison for decades before going to the guillotine.

As the execution drags on, the person often dies of old age comfortably in prison before the execution of the death penalty begins.

Although the nature of the crime committed by this man in a trench coat was bad,

But no matter how bad it is, can it be worse than Asahara Shoko?

Shoko Asahara, who used sarin gas to carry out a terrorist attack in Tokyo in 1995, killing 12 people and injuring 5,510 others, lived in prison for 23 years and was not executed until 2018.

The leader of a major terrorist organization can survive for another 23 years.

What does he mean by a bomber?

"This and this"

"You can't blame me, can you?"

The man in the trench coat begged for mercy tremblingly:

"I surrendered and confessed my crime, what else do you want from me?"

Jianggu Ling: "."

The air was eerily still.

In the darkness, murderous intent surged like a tide.

The man in the trench coat was so frightened that he could only shout in a panic with a crying voice:

"Don't, don't get excited."

"Aren't you a police officer?"

“The police must act in accordance with the law!!”

"Ha." Fang Guling smiled coldly: "I am a police officer."

"But I'm a public security policeman."

The man in the trench coat shut his mouth immediately.

Have you ever encountered a "super high class"?

Isn't this really life-threatening?

Although the textbooks never mention the dirty work done by the Japanese police in the past.

But as a long-time gangster on the road, how could he not know how dark the secret service is?

"The Japanese police. The police must also enforce the law in a civilized manner!"

The man in the trench coat could only plead without tears.

This seems to be really useful.

The murderous intention in Officer Feng Gu's body seemed to be gradually dissipated:

"you're right."

"We are indeed promoting civilized law enforcement now."

Fang Guling showed a "kind" smile.

Although the anger in his eyes was still somewhat suppressed and inactive, he still said in a calm tone:

"Since you want to surrender, then hand over all the detonating devices and pistols you have on you."

"Put on the handcuffs and don't struggle."

"Okay, okay" The man in the trench coat seemed to have received an amnesty.

The handcuffs that he had avoided in the past had now simply become the warm haven that he longed for.

So he subconsciously reached for his pistol, preparing to hand over the weapon.

Then, the next second.

Snapped!

Ryotani Rei's first move is the rice-fried Iaijutsu.

It’s still the authentic rice fried police Iaijutsu.

He raised his hand and fired a shot, blasting the man in the trench coat's chest.

The man in the trench coat fell down in response, his eyes still full of disbelief:

"W-Why are you?!"

"Because you tried to pull out a gun to resist, I had no choice but to shoot in self-defense."

Man in trench coat: "??!"

He would be so angry that he would never rest in peace.

Bastard, didn't you ask me to take out this gun?

Why am I so stubborn in resisting? !

"Haha." Jianggu Ling just sneered in return.

The advanced experience of American colleagues is really comfortable to use.

"You, you... do not keep your word!"

"Feel sorry."

"I have no way."

Jianggu Ling said unhurriedly:

"Actually, my true identity is top secret information."

"And you already know that Ogiwara and Matsuda are my classmates at the police academy - this has threatened my secret identity and also threatened the country's intelligence security."

"So I can only silence you, do you understand?"

"??!" The man in the trench coat was so angry that he vomited a mouthful of blood.

Didn't you tell this information yourself?

Wait for this guy.

Didn't you intend for him to survive from the beginning?

That's why he revealed his secret so generously!

The man in the trench coat finally reacted belatedly.

He has figured everything out, but now he is only in despair.

And Fang Gu Ling had raised his gun again.

There was no sympathy in his eyes.

There is no guilt for violating principles.

Because he is no longer the innocent police academy student he once was.

He was able to become a high-ranking cadre in the black organization and even Gin praised him. How could he not have blood on his hands?

Not only did he kill people, he was very good at it.

"I hate this darkness that cannot be washed away."

"but now"

"I'm really glad that I'm not a good person."

Jiang Guling slowly tightened the trigger.

The face of my best friend comes to mind:

"Go to hell, asshole."

The bullets will pour out in the next second.

Facing this irreversible death, the man in the trench coat developed a bit of hysterical courage out of despair.

He fell in a pool of blood, roaring in pain:

"Ha ha ha ha."

"So what if you kill me?"

"A well-known administrator will be buried with me."

"I won, I still won!!"

"No, you didn't."

"Mr. Lin is still alive and well."

The man in the trench coat's laughter stopped abruptly.

What followed was the sound of gunfire.

Several rings in a row.

Until the magazine is empty.

Fang Guling slowly put away the gun, no longer interested in looking at that ugly face.

Then he turned around and walked slowly down the rooftop unhurriedly.

As he was going downstairs, he happened to bump into a police officer from the Search Section 1 who hurried over after hearing the gunfire.

The leader is Sato Miwako.

This manhunt was originally led by her, but she unexpectedly parachuted in a public security officer and took over the case arbitrarily.

This made Sato Miwako not in a good mood.

Because she had been looking forward to catching and killing the bastard who killed her partner and her lover with her own hands.

But after the Japanese police took over the scene and were forced to take a back seat, the arrest operation seemed to have another accident in front of her.

"Why were there gunshots?"

"What just happened, where is the prisoner?"

Miwako Sato held on to Rei Furitani and asked a long list of questions with an ugly face.

And Jiangu Ling just replied calmly:

"The prisoner is dead."

"He pulled out a gun to resist arrest and resisted. I killed him on the spot."

"Dead, dead?"

Miwako Sato trembled.

Her expression changed slightly, not joyful or happy, but inexplicable confusion and emptiness.

The murderer he had been chasing for three years was just gone?

And she barely participated.

The hatred she had accumulated for three years, and the terrible idea of ​​wanting to kill the devil with her own hands, all suddenly and relievedly disappeared at this moment.

But Matsuda's revenge was finally avenged.

The prisoner also died, a very happy death.

This is ultimately a good thing.

After thinking about it, Sato Miwako finally cheered up.

but

"Is the prisoner really that dead?"

Miss Sato was instinctively confused.

Because Officer Furuya's order just now to ask everyone to stand by outside and go up to arrest people by himself is very suspicious.

"Is this it?"

Jiangu Ling didn't answer either.

He just smiled and walked downstairs, minding his own business.

Then he left another sentence in his back:

"Ms. Sato, after today's incident is over, please find time to visit the two police officers who died in the past."

"Tell them it's over."

With that said, Jiangu Ling's figure quietly disappeared.

"You" Miwako Sato seemed to realize something.

She stood there stunned, with complex emotions surging in her heart.

Even though I knew there was something wrong with this.

But she still murmured softly in her heart: "Thank you."