In the elevator, Shiraishi paused to defuse the bomb.
After he found the place before, he sent the Q-version assistant into another masked account and asked her to drive it and act according to the situation - the FBI couldn't believe it, just in case they secretly took the person while Colum was sleeping and motionless.
It would be troublesome to go for a physical examination.
So as soon as Shuichi Akai entered his ward, Shiraishi received the relevant news.
In this way, the black cat has an "alibi", and in the eyes of some red parties, the mask will become two people.
If the police or someone wants to settle the score in the future, they can blame all the illegal things on one of them, while the other one is innocent.
After all, Mask's criminal behavior left almost no evidence, only a bunch of witnesses, and when the two people looked the same, the testimony of the witnesses could not prove his guilt.
In this way, when the time comes to use the mask in the future, you don’t have to hide from the police, and you don’t have to be targeted and disturbed by enthusiastic citizens because you are on a wanted notice...
"What's wrong?" Sato's voice came from the elevator below.
Although she couldn't climb to the top, she kept paying attention to the noise here and stopped when she heard the sound of disassembly.
Shiraishi waved his hand to her to indicate that it was okay, then picked up the bolt cutters and clicked a few more times on the wires that had been cut just now.
At this time, the explosive ordnance disposal team was still using the communication equipment just delivered to provide remote guidance on his bomb disposal work.
Shiraishi was distracted just now and demolished it too quickly, which could not keep up with their progress, so he had to stop and wait.
When Sato heard the sound of bomb disposal continuing, she felt a little relieved and continued to flip through the bomb album she just got... Although she couldn't really understand it, she really couldn't feel at ease if she didn't do anything.
However, time passed by, and when there were nearly ten minutes left before the explosion, what she was most worried about happened.
Matsuda above him stopped moving again and said in a hoarse voice: "There is a word."
Maybe because his voice was not good today, he didn't say much.
But Sato immediately understood what he meant. After being confused for a moment, his whole body became cold. He forced himself to calm down and asked: "...What word?"
"Brave policeman..." Matsuda did not finish reading the whole sentence, but after pausing for a few seconds, he only selected the keywords with great effort, "There will be other prompts 3 seconds before the explosion."
Ever since he heard Jinpei Matsuda read this passage three years ago, Sato had almost had a psychological shadow on the "brave policeman".
Now Matsuda Kuroye was dancing and reciting, which made her feel better, but she still immediately understood the meaning of this string of words - the bomber had indeed used the same method again.
Her mind went blank, but she was still able to think, and she seemed to be more focused than usual.
Sato, with a calmness that should not appear in such a situation, asked Shiraishi about the remaining countdown to the bomb, and immediately came up with an idea after learning that there were still a few minutes left.
The communication equipment was taken up by Shiraishi, and Sato did not have the contact information of the rescue team. She said to the top:
"Ask them to send some mirrors and corresponding fixtures down to reflect the contents of the bomb display to me, and then you can climb up along the rope. As long as you stick to the wall and go up, the vibration will not be triggered. There is no need for two people.
They all stay..."
There was a "beep" sound.
Sato paused.
She was horrified at first, thinking that the bomb was about to explode, but it took her a moment to realize that it was Matsuda who had cut off the communication with the rescue team.
"..."
...cut off???
"You..." Sato looked confused, not knowing what this operation was.
She thought that Matsuda might make the same sacrifice as his brother, or he might ignore the threat and defuse the bomb indifferently... But no matter which way, there was no need to cut off the call.
She raised her head in a daze and found Matsuda above her head, leaning on his knees and looking at her in a relaxed posture.
Looking at each other for a moment, he asked in a tearing voice: "How do you feel now?"
...what do you think?
This question came out of nowhere, and Matsuda's behavior was also inexplicable.
But these words seemed to open a floodgate hidden in her mind. The thoughts Sato had suppressed just now suddenly came back, and she unconsciously began to think along the lines of the question.
Since three years ago, every time Sato thought of the man who clearly had the ability to dismantle the bomb, but could only watch himself being blown up, he did not dare to speculate on his feelings.
The pain immediately engulfed her.
However, now, actually standing in the same situation, Sato found that although he was unwilling and hated the bomber, everything was not as unbearable as he imagined.
What may seem very painful and difficult in the eyes of others is actually a step-by-step process for the person involved, with traceable results. At this time, she seemed to suddenly understand those heroes who voluntarily sacrificed their lives. Those people ushered in
When they die, they may not die with pure hatred. They may still have hope and joy in their hearts, thinking of those who can survive because of their sacrifices.
...She understands everything.
But this did not prevent Sato from suddenly wanting to cry. Tears had already accumulated in the corners of her eyes, but she remembered that there was a junior in front of her and tried to hold back.
"At the moment of making a choice, positive emotions will overwhelm negative emotions. If it were the other way around, and they were really so afraid of death, they would not choose this path."
Matsuda Kuroye looked down at her, and said in his hoarse voice that was not healing at all but a little depressing: "You should miss them, and you can avenge them, but you don't need to feel extra pain for them, they will probably
I hope those who survive will live a better life."
"...That's right." Sato Miwako lowered her head, wiped her eyes fiercely, and then raised her head fiercely:
"So get out of here first! A problem that can be solved by one person has to be compensated by one more person. My negative emotions will definitely overwhelm the positive ones. It's a big loss! Don't you know how to calculate?"
After being pointed and cursed by her, Matsuda, who had been sitting firmly on top, finally moved.
But instead of calling the rescue team, he grabbed the roof of the elevator car with one hand and flipped it down very lightly.
By the time Sato calmed down from his intense emotions, he had landed in the elevator silently.
"?" Sato was shocked.
Was that call just in vain?
Or did Matsuda Kuroye mean those words not to comfort her, but because he originally wanted to experience the feeling of sacrifice?
...This script is wrong. Normally, shouldn't he live with humiliation, avenge his brother and his brother's colleagues, catch the bomber and send him to prison?
"There is a listening device next to the bomb. If I leave, the bomber will hear something wrong and may detonate it directly." Matsuda explained simply.
Sato was shocked and lost his voice. After a moment, he said: "You are not a policeman. He probably won't target you...and now that you are down, who will read the prompt?!"
Wouldn’t this be a waste of time?
Sato then thought in hindsight that Matsuda Kuroye might not be as calm as he appeared, and that he might have lost his ability to think long ago, but he never realized it...
Maybe it was because her regretful eyes were too straightforward.
Matsuda Kuroye was silent for a moment, then took out his mobile phone and pressed a few times: "If I can flip up once without triggering the mercury rod, I can flip up two or three times. In short..."
As he spoke, he turned the phone screen over, and there was a line written in the memo: