What exactly is black matter?
Li Ang raised his right hand, as if he wanted to see the foreign object hidden on the palm through the glove.
I can obviously feel its existence like an arm, but I can't directly control it.
"Come out?"
Li Ang tried to wake it up with words, but failed as expected. He held his breath again and tried to control it with his mind, but there was still no reaction
Should.
"Do I have to make a specific gesture like Spider-Man?"
He groaned and stretched out his hands to gesture and assume various postures. Except that his fingers almost cramped, he got nothing.
"The reason why black matter appeared is because I encountered a physical threat on the subway. Could it be?"
Li Ang thought for a moment, took out the razor from the suitcase, removed the blade, took off his gloves, then pressed the blade on the back of his hand and made a light stroke.
The blade easily cut through the skin, leaving a shallow bloodstain, but it also did not trigger a counterattack.
Li Ang put down the blade and wiped the wound with an iodine swab, feeling even more confused.
Is it possible that the black matter has intelligence and can detect and distinguish between fatal threats and non-lethal threats? Or does it sense that it is its own hand?
When did this thing appear in my body? Could it be that meteorite?
Woo buzz woo buzz——
An alarm sound suddenly came from the door. Li Ang was shocked and suddenly turned his head to look at the door.
The white fire alarm there is buzzing, and the light bulb on the edge is flashing red.
Tuk tuk tuk.
There was a knock on the door at the right time, and a voice came from outside the door, "Hello, is there anyone inside?"
Li Ang said nothing, slowly moved his body, slid off the bed, and pulled out the charging mobile phone on the bedside table.
"Hello guest, an unknown package was found in the kitchen on the first floor of our hotel. The police suspect it is an explosive, and the hotel will now be cordoned off."
A second voice sounded outside the door, "Is there anyone inside?"
Exploding packages? Is there a second wave of attacks?
Li Ang paused and remained silent.
Two voices outside the door said to each other, "Shall we go to the next room?"
"But the tablet shows that the key card for this single room is in use? Maybe the guest is asleep? Give me the key and I will open the door."
Seeing this, Li Ang had to get up from under the bed and shouted: "Wait a moment."
He took his mobile phone and ID card, came to the door, and took a look through the peephole.
There was a man and a woman standing in the corridor outside the door, both wearing hotel staff uniforms, with two large bunches of keys on their waists.
Seeing that there was no problem, Li Ang messed up his hair and clothes, pretended to have just woken up, opened the door and said, "Can you wait for me for a moment? My suitcase is still inside."
Swipe.
The muzzles of two rows of pistols that had been ambushed immediately appeared from both sides of the door, aiming at Li Ang.
"Sorry, we will send someone to get it for you."
The speaker is a man in his thirties wearing a suit and wearing a golden cherry blossom Hijima Police Department badge on his chest.
"Mr. Li Ang?"
He held the pistol in his right hand, took out the handcuffs from his waist with his left hand, cuffed them on Li Ang's wrist, and said in a deep voice: "I am the Hijima Public Security Mobile Search Team. Due to the vicious attack case at Omotesando Station in Shibuya District, please go back and assist.
Investigation."
Li Ang was silent for a moment and said: "You trick the door into opening the door, and you put handcuffs on when you meet. Is this the way the Japanese police investigate cases?"
The other party shook his head, "Sorry, it's a very important matter. We are treating this case with the highest standards."
He shook the handcuffs, made sure they were locked, then waved away the two hotel staff, and then gave the colleague next to him a look.
Three Japanese police officers immediately rushed into the room and searched the suitcase.
Li Ang was escorted forward while saying, "I am a citizen of another country and have the right to contact the embassy and private lawyer."
While my brain was running wildly, I was thinking hard.
How did the other party discover him?
The surveillance cameras in the carriages and the server where the train surveillance video is stored have been destroyed in the battle.
Is it possible that they drew portraits based on the descriptions of surviving passengers in the same carriage, and then found their identities?
It's not like that.
If the other party knows what happened in the carriage, they should send more people with stronger armed forces, or even the army.
"We will arrange it for you."
The other party seemed to be unclear about Li Ang's role in the incident for the time being. He just regarded him as a suspicious person who fled the first scene and did not report his knowledge. He nodded and said: "Now please cooperate with our work."
He asked his two colleagues to stay in the room and continue the search, while he took off his suit and put it on Li Ang's handcuffed hands.
Together with three other colleagues, one on the left and one on the right, they escorted Li Ang into the elevator and headed to the hotel lobby.
Throughout the past twenty years of his life, Li Ang has never been escorted and treated as a suspect. His expression was stiff, and he was desperately thinking of a way to escape, hoping that the police would not do enough.
Ding dong.
Arriving at the lobby on the first floor, the elevator door had just opened when a group of armed men wearing body armor, riot helmets, and holding weapons similar to Israeli UZI submachine guns appeared outside.
The police officer next to Li Ang subconsciously raised the muzzle of his gun. He didn't stop until he saw the big words [Metropolitan Police Department] on the other person's chest and the SAT armband on his arm, and said helplessly: "Why is SAT here?"
The so-called SAT refers to Special
Assault
Team, a special assault force under the First Security Section of the Hishima Police Department, is responsible for counter-terrorism and hostage rescue.
Compared with ordinary police officers who only carry pistols, SAT is a better-equipped and more professionally trained anti-terrorism combat unit.
"Is this Officer Inami?"
One of them opened his explosion-proof helmet, pulled down his mask, revealed the woman's face, and said coldly: "We are taking over this gentleman now."
"No, I have to report to my superior."
"Your superior will call you to inform you."
The woman had a tough attitude, and as soon as she finished speaking, the cell phone in the middle-aged police officer's pocket rang.
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The middle-aged police officer hesitantly took out his cell phone, answered the call and said a few words.
A strong man's voice came from the other end of the phone, and then the middle-aged police officer reluctantly clenched his fists, signaled his colleagues to put down their guns, took out the handcuff keys and handed them to them.
"Mr. Li Ang,"
The SAT woman said: "We will contact the embassy of your country for you. The lawyer has also been notified and is in the car outside."
"Do I have the right to refuse?"
Li Ang's expression became even stiffer. The appearance of SAT meant that his situation was even more unfavorable.
"Of course, there is no such thing."
The other party smiled, pulled up his mask, and waved to his companions to escort Li Ang through the hall and into the armored vehicle.
This chapter has been completed!