Me dressed as a gin brother

Thick smoke filled the air, and sparks and dust floated in the air, obscuring vision.

Looking down from the third floor, he couldn't see the parking lot clearly. He had to make sure Madeira was safe.

immediately!immediately!

Kurosawa Hideaki gripped the window frame tightly, his heart beating violently.

How fast can your heart rate beat in 1 minute? 120? 180?or more?

What about the noise from the parking lot?Why is it so quiet?Why is the heartbeat so loud?He couldn't hear any outside voices!

Gotta get to Madeira quickly.

"—Danger!" Takagi rushed forward and grabbed Kurosawa Hideaki's forearm and pulled him back.

The two immediately leaned back together, Kurosawa Hideaki caught a glimpse of the sharp table corner behind Takagi from the corner of his eye, and immediately pushed him away forcefully.The force of the interaction also made him take a few steps back.

Yuya Kazami, who was sitting in the back row, gasped in fear, with sweat dripping from his forehead, "Officer Kurosawa, this is the third floor! Did you just want to jump directly from the third floor?"

"It's okay." Kurosawa Hideaki said.

Kazami sweated on his forehead.

what's ok?It does matter!Most of the people in the conference room are going to faint from you!

"Come on, take the stairs?"

He paused, and tried to take out his mobile phone, "Otherwise, I can only tell the director and another of my superiors to strengthen your protection level."

That doesn't work.

Leaving aside what the director would think, if Yuya Kazami told Rei Fuguya directly, it would not be as simple as being strengthened in his protection level.

Kurosawa Hideaki shook his head violently.

Because of the episode just now, the ears filled with heartbeats heard the sound again.

He looked at his watch, only 30 seconds had passed since the explosion.

It's okay, there's still time.

Kurosawa Hideaki rushed out of the conference room, ran down the third floor through the safe passage, and went straight to the parking lot.

Madeira, Madeira, please be safe.

The tip of Kurosawa Hideaki's nose felt sour, and his mind was almost blank.

Because of therapy, memories of childhood are as foreign as other people's stories.For him, Madeira was the first who asked nothing of him wholeheartedly.

When I met him "for the first time", Madeira was standing at the pick-up area at the airport exit, dressed in a deacon suit, with a silver chain hanging from his pocket, which was an English pocket watch.

Even if he has no memory, he can recognize this old gentleman who grew up with him at a glance.

Hideaki Kurosawa looked back at Yuya Kazami who had been following behind him, "Go to the vending machine to buy water! Pure water!"

Kazami was stunned for a moment, "Yes!"

Kurosawa Hideaki rushed to the parking space reserved for him by the Metropolitan Police Department.

The Porsche is an old vintage car, and while it has been remodeled, it is not as crashworthy and fireproof as recent production sports cars, and now we can only hope that Madeira is not in it.

"I bought water." Kazama was panting like a cow holding several bottles of pure water.

"Good job." Kurosawa Hideaki picked up a bottle and unscrewed the cap before pouring it on his body.

"Master?"

The sound of Madeira?

Kurosawa Hideaki turned his head and looked behind him, and the embarrassed figure of the deacon appeared in sight.

"What are you doing? Are you going to take a cold shower?" Madeira joked.There was a streak of black ash on his cheek, and there was a scar oozing blood on his forehead.

Kurosawa Hideaki stepped forward in two or three steps, pursed his lips, and finally said nothing, reaching out and hugging him violently.

"Don't be like this, although this hug makes me very happy, but you are already a big child." Madeira raised her hand and patted the young master's shoulder, "You won't cry, will you?"

"I didn't!" Kurosawa Hideaki buried the upper half of his face in Madeira's neckline.

"Anyway, this suit is useless, you can wipe your tears on my collar." Madeira finished joking, and looked at Kazami Yuya who was stunned, "I remember you, you came to celebrate the young master before Birthday."

"Oh, oh... yes, hello."

"I'm fine." Madeira looked at Kurosawa Hideaki's disheveled silver hair, "Master, I suggest you tidy up your hair, you look..." He pondered for a few seconds, and finally found a hair that sounded relatively Friendly words, "You look a little shaggy."

"Oh." Kurosawa Hideaki ended the hug, raised his hand to straighten his hair, and looked at the Porsche that had stopped burning, "This kind of explosion is definitely not caused by a vehicle failure. Someone must have used a bomb. What are the signs before the explosion?" Or abnormal?"

"Of course." Madeira took the opened pure water bottle from Hideaki Kurosawa's hand, "Actually, I should have opened the fuse of the bomb myself."

He took out a small piece of chocolate from his pocket and handed it to Kurosawa Hideaki.

This is a bar in block chocolate, 9-10cm long, 2cm wide, 0.8cm thick, standard block chocolate specifications.

This piece of chocolate has melted a little because it was exploded and stored next to Madeira, but this does not prevent Hideaki Kurosawa from observing its structure. This is a modified Molotov incendiary bomb.

The prisoner replaced the gasoline used as ammunition with the more powerful C4.

Kurosawa Hideaki fiddled with the canvas tape used as a lead wire, and checked the fracture at the other end.

The fibers at the edge of the canvas belt are elongated and burr-like, which is...

"This piece of chocolate was attached to the body of the bomb? You just tore it off?'

"Yes." Madeira poured pure water on the handkerchief to clean the wound on his forehead, "I think you need this very much. Because the explosion and fire will completely disappear the evidence at the scene, only by keeping this piece of chocolate can you Get to the murderer's tail faster."

"Although I can't solve the case, I can always know what you need." Madeira looked at Kurosawa Hideaki's green eyes and smiled. "After all, I am a deacon, and knowing what the master needs is what I am best at."

Kazami held the purified water bottle, looked at Madeira and then at Kurosawa Hideaki.

He looked at Kurosawa Hideaki, then at his bulging trouser pocket.

It contained his flip phone, and the first line of the phone's address book was Ling Gu Ling's phone number.

Why don't you give Mr. Furutani a call, after all, Mr. Furutani seems to like Mr. Kurosawa very much.

Although it is possible that he was thinking too much, he must be on guard against others. Isn't what this deacon said... a bit strange?

"Mr. Kazami, do you have any questions?" Madeira put his hands in his pockets, "You always look at me frequently."

"No, hahaha, I just think you are very dedicated." Kazami laughed dryly, looking at Kurosawa Hideaki who was sitting on the ground.

He's defusing a bomb.

"The manufacturing technology of this screw is not Japanese." Kurosawa Hideaki gently rubbed the small diamond-shaped magnifying glass with his thumb, then pinched the piece of canvas and placed it under the lens, and the rough fluff and fibers were immediately clearly illuminated Chu.

This should be the strap cut from a canvas bag bought in the supermarket.

"You don't want to find out so quickly! It makes me look like a goddamn ordinary magnifying glass! Do you know how many people in this world want me?"

Dense small characters appeared on the lens, directly blocking Kurosawa Hideaki's view of the canvas tape.

"Next time you have to let me do the lines first!"

no way.

After Kurosawa Hideaki answered in his heart, he closed the lens of the small magnifying glass, not giving it any chance to speak at all.

Perhaps the canvas bag can be used to find the supermarket that the prisoner visited.

"Do you need a knife?" Madeira asked softly.

"I need it, did you bring it?" Kurosawa Hideaki looked at him.

"Of course." Madeira bent down and pulled out a saber from behind her calf, "It's ready for you at any time."

"Okay, thank you." Kurosawa Hideaki took it, hesitated for a moment, and finally decided to say something that would make Madeira happy, "Now you are exactly the same as those professional deacons on TV. It is the kind of hard-mouthed and soft-hearted, behind the scenes. A devil, an apparently loyal but capable deacon."

Sure enough, Madeira raised a gratified and joyful smile, "Thank you for your praise, but in fact I am loyal." He paused, and then added, "Excluding the time when you secretly drink coffee and eat too much junk food. "

Kurosawa Hideaki: ...

Still don't answer at this time.

He scraped the chocolate off the canvas with a saber and put it into an empty water bottle, then stuffed the canvas that hadn't been cleaned completely into a pure water bottle and shook it.

After several washes, the original color of the canvas tape appeared, which was dark green.

He handed the canvas strip to Kazami Yuya, "Go to a nearby supermarket and see if you can find a bag made of the same material. Remember, it must be exactly the same, including the threading and pattern."

"Yes."

"After you find the same bag, you can contact the person in charge of the supermarket to check the purchase records of that bag, and there is likely to be the prisoner who exploded in it."

"Is the person who caused the bombing in the parking lot the same as the prisoner in the two bombings this morning?" Kazami tentatively asked.

"Not all, this incident was not directed by anyone, it was the prisoner's own action."

"That means that the previous two incidents... were both ordered? Then why didn't you say it at the press conference?"

"Hey..." Kurosawa Hideaki sighed slowly, "Use your brain to think about it for yourself, don't always ask why first, how are you doing the police?"

Kazami Yuya: "Yes!"

Woohoo, if he can figure it out with his brain, he won't be 30 years old and still be the subordinate of 29-year-old Furutani Rei and 24-year-old Kurosawa Hideaki.

Buzz, buzz.

Kurosawa Hideaki picked up the vibrating cell phone and looked at the name on the caller ID - Akai Shuichi.

Akai?

Oh yes, he is still waiting for this gentleman's call.

"Hey?"

"Hush-huh-"

As soon as the call was connected, a deep breath came from the receiver.

Kurosawa Hideaki glanced suspiciously at the caller ID, yes, it was Akai, this person was confused?

"Hello? Talk. Did you type wrong?"

"No." Akai Shuichi paused for a moment, "I just need to control my emotions a little bit so as not to scare you away."

"Hmph." Kurosawa Hideaki snorted.

"Tell me, what does the profile of the suspect you posted this morning mean?" Akai Hideichi felt much better after asking.

The blood pressure has dropped, the chest is no longer stuffy, and everything is getting better.

"Coincidence." Kurosawa Hideaki said firmly.

"Coincidence?" Akai Hideichi tapped the table twice with the bottom of the glass, making a slight thud, "You really know how to perfunctory me."

"No." Kurosawa Hideaki cherished words like gold.

Akai Shuichi took a deep breath, "Although I am not in the bau team, I also know that people who tell lies tend to answer quickly."

"Oh, this is common sense." Kurosawa Hideaki answered faster than before.

Akai: ...

"Tell me, what good will it do you to have my movement restricted?"

"Want to lift these restrictions?" Kurosawa Hideaki said with a smile in his voice, the big fish was hooked!

"of course."

"Then I have to wait until I catch the real culprit." Kurosawa Hideaki shook his head triumphantly, "I'm still fine, at least you should have never served in the military. It's just that the appearance is more similar, and I won't catch you as a Scapegoat, don't worry."

Restrictions lifted?Want to regain your freedom?Come and work for him!

"What do you want to do?" Akai Hideichi leaned back in his chair, "Do you know that publishing false profiles will have a major impact on the handling of the case?"

"Don't question my profession, that thing is real." Kurosawa Hideaki said in a deep voice, "The prisoner is you American, and he has served in the military. Logically speaking, it is your FBI's duty to catch this kind of person, but You let criminals like this flow into us."

"He's still a member of the organization, aren't you curious?"

"I'm looking for you now before the Metropolitan Police Department can't get away, and I don't know if your current situation is suitable for answering the phone. I don't want to call and hurt you."

"It's safest only if you take the initiative to call after seeing the news."

Kurosawa Hideaki paused, "If you don't call, your actions will be restricted at most. I won't force you. Anyway, I will catch the prisoner."

"So I took the bait myself?" Akai Hideaki laughed out loud, Kurosawa Hideaki was actually really thinking about his safety, he really wasn't suitable for answering the phone anytime and anywhere.

"Looks like I'll be a coward if I choose not to work with you."

Kurosawa Hideaki didn't answer.

"I don't want to be that kind of person in the heart of a good detective. Well...my time is yours until the prisoner is caught. How do you say it?"

Knowing that Kurosawa was waiting for this sentence, he still said it.

The man always had this magic.

"Very well, I heard that you have good skills. Go to your own archives to see if there are any people who have been dispatched to Japan among the people who use the B93 tactical saber."

Kurosawa Hideaki paused, "I'll treat you to dinner later."

Akai Shuichi chuckled, "You'd better keep your word."