The cause of the case was that two robbers planted bombs for extortion. However, a reporter's false alarm caused one of the robbers to think that the bomb's timer had not stopped, so he went to instruct the police on how to stop the bomb. p>
The police took advantage of this incident and successfully found the location of the public telephone booth where the robber was making a call. The robber, who wanted to escape, did not pay attention to the vehicles on the road and was hit and killed by a passing truck.
In order to avenge his partner, another robber detonated the remaining time bomb, killing Kenji Hagihara and a group of police officers who were responsible for handling the bomb at the scene.
Even though it was not his first time reading it, Kuroki Ren was silent for a while before turning to the next file.
It’s about Matsuda Jinpei.
After that, on this day every year, the Metropolitan Police Department would receive a fax with a number printed on it. In the fourth year, it was a letter of challenge. At that time, Matsuda Jinpei, who was transferred to the first class, took over the case.
Using superb reasoning, he learned the location where the prisoner placed the bomb, but because the bomb contained information about the second bomb, the defuse line was not cut until the end.
"There are two points." Kuroki Ren closed the file and closed his eyes and said: "The first is the source of the bombs. So many bombs cannot appear out of thin air. There must be somewhere to process and manufacture them or buy them from some source. There is no such information in the file.
Investigation into this matter."
Sato frowned slightly, while Shiratori said: "I don't know much about the first case, but in Officer Matsuda's case we investigated the defused bomb afterwards, but found nothing."
"Are those bombs still there?"
Sato shook his head, "It was taken away by people from the explosive ordnance disposal squad."
More than three years have passed, and these bombs must have been disposed of.
"Second point," Kuroki Jin let go of the question, "Why is it once every four years? Is it just a simple logic like counting back to three, two, and one?"
"This..." Shiratori and Sato looked at each other, obviously no one had mentioned this before.
The first time he was noticed was because Matsuda Jinpei remembered this day, specifically because on this day every year, the Metropolitan Police Department would receive a countdown to come to a lesson, just to catch this prisoner and avenge his friends.
After that, digital faxes will still be received on that day every year, and the police also tacitly agree that this is the prisoner's countdown. This year... is the second and fourth year!
"This prisoner is a very ritualistic guy." Kuroki Ren still closed his eyes, as if he had already sketched out his image in his mind, "The money they extorted back then has been tracked by the police but there is no news. It can be seen that he
This money should not have been used."
"Then he must have a formal job, most likely a delivery driver driving a truck, or a porter at the port, because these two types of people have a wide range of mobility and will not attract people's attention. What do you want to transport secretly?
Things are also very convenient."
"His chemistry must be quite good, but he will hide it from others. He has his own warehouse to store items and develop bombs. There has been no accident for so many years. He should be a more cautious person.
people."
Kuroki Ren opened his eyes and seemed to smile, but his expression remained cold.
"He will take action in seven days, and we probably won't find him before then."
After analyzing a lot, the result is unexpectedly?
Sato frowned, seemingly unwilling to do so. "Can we just passively wait for him to take action?" She seemed to have thought of something, and her expression became even more ugly.
"No, you can only wait for him to take action."
"Mr. Kuroki, what do you mean?" Shiratori kept a steady expression on his face, glanced at Sato secretly, and spoke quickly before she got angry.
"Because you are the police." Kuroki Ren said calmly, "His target is you, and acting rashly now is equivalent to alerting the enemy."
Kuroki Ren stood up and smiled for the first time since taking over the file:
"And I am an ordinary person who has nothing to do with this."
Passively waiting? What a joke! He started investigating the matter after he learned about it, and finally got to this point, but this was the last step!
He just needs the cooperation of these policemen.
"Officer Sato, you can trust me for once." Kuroki Jin said with a confident smile, and a coldness hidden behind the smile, "I care more about this case than you do."
At the same time, in a certain warehouse, a man with disheveled hair was laughing maniacally at the finished product on the table.
"Coming... coming..." He pressed his throat and made a gurgling sound. No one but himself could hear what he said clearly.
"Those sanctimonious guys...wait a little longer until the day of your death, and I will send you a sacrifice right away..."
"Those guys who killed you but looked indifferent and only thought about their own merits."
"All of them! Death is not enough!"
"Pah! Pah! Pah!"
Applause came from the dark place, and the crazy man suddenly woke up and looked back at the source of the sound:
"Who!"
A blurry figure walked out of the darkness. In this gloomy warehouse, the backlight was chosen so that no one could see his face clearly.
"Long time no see." The man spoke, his voice was clear and crisp, and he sounded young.
The crazy man breathed a sigh of relief. Although he hadn't seen the person's face yet, he recognized the voice.
"I haven't seen you for so long, I thought you would forget me." The mysterious young man put his right hand in his pocket and leaned against the container next to him, not too dirty. "Didn't we agree to do something together this year? Judging from your attitude just now, I'm afraid you didn't intend to bring me with you.
Fuck me."
"Humph." The crazy man no longer looked like a madman. He raised his scattered hair with one hand and pushed it back, and held a work cap on his head with the other hand.
Without the obstruction of hair, you can roughly see his appearance - his skin is fair, he wears glasses, and there is no beard on his chin. His hair is the messiest, and the rest of his body is neat.
He said: "You disappeared for so long, I thought you were dead."
"If I die, can you still get the last batch of goods?" The young man seemed to be mocking.
"It's because of this batch of goods that they found me." The middle-aged man calmed down, "I asked why the goods that were supposed to arrive two months ago have been delayed again and again until now."
"Tell me, what are you doing with me at this time? I promised you in advance that no matter what you do, I will not change my actions!"
"I just said it." The young man chuckled, "I will act with you, don't worry, I will not change your general plan."
"General direction?"
"Well." The young man stood up straight and walked towards this side, "I want to make a little change in the second session."
As he got closer, the middle-aged man saw a murderous intent on that too-young face.
"Okay." He agreed, but he was confused, "Don't you always hide behind the scenes? Why are you so interested this time?"
"Because of a small personal grudge." The young man stared at the assembled bomb on the table.
"I really hope that those people can still laugh when they see the fireworks."