How Real Wine Became the Light of the Metropolitan Police

"Squeak-"

The heavy security door was pushed open.

"Where do you want to go?"

There are several elevators in a typical shopping mall. Next to each of these safety stairs, there will be a cubicle with an elevator that is rarely used. Both sides of this elevator car are heavy safety doors, which are difficult to open and make a loud noise when pushed open.

The black-haired youth leaned against the half-opened security door, with an inexplicable smile on his face, and his amber eyes stared at the man standing at the elevator door.

"Instead of answering this question, I want to ask you first. What are you doing here?"

The light-brown-haired man turned his head, his originally squinted eyes slowly opened, and his dark green eyes looked straight at him.

Behind him is the elevator key that has been pressed.

"What are you doing, what I am doing too."

Xin Haikong threw this question back as it was.

After they bought the movie tickets, they had to wait for half an hour to get in. Okiya Subaru left the line on the pretext of going to the toilet. A few minutes later, Shinkai left the team for the same reason.

He wasn't worried at all that Conan, who was overly curious, would follow, because there was still a potential "suspect" Matsuda in that team, and the little detective would definitely stare at Matsuda, and he probably wouldn't consider Okiya Subaru who left the team in a short time. And him.

Moreover, this stairwell is just next to the toilet, even if it is discovered, it doesn't matter.

"You know what I'm here for?"

Okiya Subaru glanced back at the elevator numbers, feeling a little impatient.

"I know what's up there, and you're going to transfer them, right?"

They knew very well what each other had done a long time ago, but in the end they were just pretending to be confused.

"Since you know, you shouldn't interfere casually."

"It's impossible for me not to intervene." Okiya Subaru sneered.

"If you want to maintain your precarious undercover identity and prevent others from revealing your pretended mask, then I advise you to leave here as soon as possible. In case this incident is over, you will be punished by Organizing suspicion."

"Then I also advise you, don't interfere in this matter! The organization has been properly deployed, and the people above can be transferred at any time. Even if you want to forcefully intervene, in the end, it will be nothing more than a basket of water."

"You admit it!" Okiya Subaru said firmly: "You guys are going to transfer to that batch of experimenters tonight, right? Set the hiding place above the shopping mall. How do you want to transfer? Let the experimenters pretend become a customer?"

"Even if you dismantle all the experimenters and disperse them among the tourists, it will not be successful. The FBI has already guarded the four exits of the mall, and everyone who comes out will be attacked by us. Investigation, unless you can disguise every experimenter, sooner or later one will be caught by us."

The black-haired youth leaning against the security door turned ugly.

He frowned and said with difficulty: "Things are worse than you think. Organization... In short, you can't-"

"What do you mean I'm impossible? You and I both know that 'medicine' is the most important thing in the organization. This is the closest we are to the center of the organization. How could I give up this opportunity." Okiya Subaru stepped forward excitedly. .

"You've been undercover for too long and have forgotten how to be a police officer!"

…

It was just the two of them in the narrow stairwell.

When the end of the words gradually dissipated, the surroundings became extremely silent, so silent that everyone's breathing and heartbeats could be heard.

After Okiya Subaru said those words impulsive, his face became a little ugly.

He knew part of the experience of the person in front of him, and he shouldn't have said the words just now. His lips parted several times. "Sorry, I didn't mean that."

Xin Haikong shook his head slightly and said in a low tone:

"It's too late. Start."

·

five minutes ago.

At the same time Shin Kaisora ​​and Okiya Subaru left the cinema and headed to the stairwell.

Familiar songs came out continuously from the merchant's radio.

Basically, at the door of every store, there is a well-decorated Christmas tree.

A young mother in her thirties took her four-year-old son's hand and looked for the father of the child who had just left the scene among the tourists who came and went.

The little boy holds a small red gift box in his other hand. This gift box is about the size of an adult's slap, and in the hands of a child, it is especially difficult to hold it with only one hand.

"Mom, can I take it apart?"

"Don't dismantle first, there are too many people here, let's find Dad first, find a place to sit down and then dismantle, okay?"

While the young mother struggled to hold her son's hand in the crowded crowd, she paid more attention to the irresponsible father of the child than the gift box that Santa Claus handed her at the door. After visiting two stores, he said he had to go to the toilet, but he still hasn't come back.

"Mom, but I want to take it apart and see!"

The little boy was a little stubborn, always asking to open the gift box.

"Okay, then you can take it apart, there are only apples in it."

The young mother had no choice but to drag the little boy to the door of a shop.

The little boy squatted on the ground excitedly, placed the gift box in his hand perfectly on the ground, slowly stretched out his hand, and pulled away the red ribbon above the gift box little by little.

The young mother was also rarely interested. She was half bent, watching the little boy's movements.

In fact, like Santa Claus at the entrance of the mall, there are not many gifts that can be distributed, and it is also on Christmas Eve. There is a high probability that they will be sent to Ping An fruit. In addition to the Ping An Fruit, at most one sock, or maybe some candy for children, these are the only options.

·

"It's so boring, Xiaolan, let's go buy a bucket of popcorn!"

On the cinema side, Suzuki Sonoko and Xiao Lan had long forgotten the two gift boxes on the sofa in the hall.

Conan glanced at the backs of Maurilan and Suzuki Sonoko.

Just now, Okiya Subaru and Shin Kaikong left the movie theater for the reason that they went to the toilet one after another. The only ones who are still in the waiting area are him, Hai Yuan, and members of this organization...

At this time, Hai Yuan was alone on the sofa in the distance, closing his eyes a little uncomfortable. She has not spoken since the beginning.

Conan was a little flustered, but this was indeed an excellent opportunity to test.

He gritted his teeth and asked, "By the way, where is Officer Matsuda from? I don't seem to be able to hear your accent very well."

Matsuda, who was sitting beside him boredly playing with his mobile phone, glanced at him coldly, and was a little reluctant to speak.

"Ah, haha, it doesn't matter if you don't want to say it. I'm just curious, where is Brother Xinhai from? I always feel that Brother Xinhai is really powerful, and he can solve any case."

"Amazing?" Matsuda looked away from the phone again and put it on Conan, he couldn't help sneering. "It's really amazing. He won't send himself to the hospital every three days. I think he will become a yearly user of the hospital."

"Haha, that Xinhai, how did you know each other in the first place?"

"If the child is bored, go open that gift box and play. Don't keep chatting with me."

Matsuda didn't even lift his head at this moment, he said a word in haste, and wanted to send Conan away.

Gift box?

Conan turned his head suspiciously and looked at the two red gift boxes on the sofa next to him.

Why did this undercover agent mention the gift box thing? Do you just want to simply divert your attention, or is there something wrong with this?

He was a little worried, leaned on the seat opposite, and pulled off the red ribbon from one of the gift boxes.

·

The ribbon was quite tight, and there was a dead knot at the beginning.

The little boy squatted on the ground, struggling to untie the knot, sweating all over his forehead.

The young mother watched from the side, feeling a little impatient. She took out the nail clippers she carried with her from her bag, squatted down, and helped the little boy cut the edge of the red ribbon.

"Open!"

The last tenacious red ribbon was broken, and the entire gift box was liberated.

The little boy licked his lips, and excitedly and ceremoniously held the lid with both hands and slowly lifted it up. His black grape-like eyes stared at the gift box and habitually looked at his mother.

The young mother on the side has seen the contents of the gift box from another angle. There was a look of surprise on her face.

The red cover was lifted little by little, revealing the full picture of the gift.

·

Conan lifted the lid and saw a big bright red apple in the center of the gift box.

what!

After a long time, it turned out that it was just an apple, exactly as he had guessed at the beginning.

·

When the little boy saw the red apple, he pursed his mouth in disappointment and sat down on the floor.

"Look, I said it's just apples."

"Then you were surprised just now!"

"I just lied to you just now. Okay, get up quickly, we have to find Dad." The young mother stretched out her hand and tried to pull up the little boy who was sitting on the ground.

At the same time, the little boy reached out and grabbed the apple in the middle of the gift box.

"I want to eat!"

"Not now! You haven't washed your hands yet, and you haven't washed the apples. At least wait until I go to the bathroom to wash the apples before eating them. It just so happens that Dad is in the bathroom."

"I just want to eat!"

The little boy grabbed the apple and was about to put it in his mouth.

"Don't eat!"

The young mother frowned and snatched the apple from the little boy.

·

Conan breathed a sigh of relief and tried to put the lid back on.

That organization member tricked him into coming here to unpack the gift box, probably just because he didn't care about the children. I don't know what Officer Shinkai and Mr. Okiya are going to do, the toilet has not come back for so long.

Conan held the lid absently, and was about to close it when his eyes fell on the big red apple in the middle of the gift box, feeling vaguely strange.

This strange feeling came out suddenly, and he couldn't explain exactly what went wrong.

The apple in front of me is bright in color and complete in shape, and it looks like a rare good apple. It can be seen that when the mall gave them gifts, they did not randomly pick a bunch of crooked melons and cracked dates, but were very careful and helped customers choose quite good apples.

But...isn't this apple a little too red?

Conan frowned and slowly stretched out his hand to get the apple in the gift box.

·

As soon as the apple was in hand, the young mother suddenly noticed something was wrong.

"Give it back to me!" The little boy jumped up from the ground and stretched out his hand, trying to reach for the apple in his mother's hand.

The young mother raised the apple in a panic.

No, it's not a real apple.

Although the weight of this thing is no different from that of a real apple, it does not feel like a real apple on the outside.

It's like... using that very cheap plastic case to make a fake apple.

Is this mall crazy?

Why send customers fake apples on Christmas Eve?

The young mother slapped the little boy's waving hand away, held the fake apple in front of her eyes, and took a closer look.

·

"do not move!"

Matsuda Jinping, who was behind him, suddenly stopped him.

Conan originally planned to pick up Apple's hand, but stopped suddenly in the middle of the road.

"how-"

"No, where did you get this apple?"

Matsuda Jinpei, who was lying on the sofa and playing with his mobile phone, was sitting upright now, and his expressionless face showed a hint of viciousness.

"Just, this is what a Santa Claus gave to Sister Xiaolan when he was at the gate." Conan's words trembled, and he glanced at Matsuda Jinping suspiciously, not quite understanding what was going on.

Matsuda's face sank immediately, his dark eyes stared at Conan, and he said in a bad tone: "What are you kidding! When Xinhai and I came in, there was no Santa Claus at the gate at all."

"I've been in Tokyo for many years, and this mall never does something like this."

?

"What's the meaning?"

"And... I heard a sound." Matsuda stood up from the sofa, pulled Conan behind him, and moved closer to the apple. "A voice that is very familiar to me."

? Conan tried to calm himself down, listening to what was going on.

Among the noisy conversations of the staff in the distance, a periodic, extremely regular, and shredding sound came slowly.

This sound is somewhat similar to the sound of the second hand of a quartz watch moving, but it is not exactly the same.

Between the lightning and flint, Conan suddenly reacted.

Matsuda Jinping, who was in front of him, had already raised the apple, put his hands on the apple, and broke apart the apple with all his strength.

·

Inferior imitation apples, except for the outer shell, have no resemblance to real apples in the slightest.

In the stubborn cry of the little boy, the young mother broke open the apple out of curiosity—

It was full of white cotton and heavy iron, but nothing else. It is probably these iron blocks that construct the weight of this fake apple, which is similar to the real apple.

The young mother was a little angry, and sighed helplessly, and showed the broken fake apple to the little boy.

"Look, it's fake, don't you need to eat it?"

She threw the fake apple into the trash can next to her, and dragged the little boy to continue looking for the child's father.

·

Matsuda Jinping pulled open the fake apple with all his strength.

Inside the cheap plastic shell, there are dense red and blue double lines, and an electronic indicator screen in the middle.

The electronic display has bright red digital countdowns.

Only ten minutes left.

Make no mistake, this is a bomb.

A time bomb about to explode.

Matsuda carefully closed the electronic bomb, put it back in the gift box, turned his head sideways and asked in a trembling tone:

"You just said that this box was sent to you by a Santa Claus. How long has he been there?"

Conan obviously also realized the seriousness of the matter, and his face turned pale. "It's been a long time. When we came at six o'clock in the evening, the man was already there. During the meal, I noticed that the guests at the next table basically had the gift box. If everyone's gift box was filled with bombs …”

"No, no. Not everyone's gift boxes have bombs."

Matsuda calmed down quickly, and while taking out his mobile phone to call the police, he tried to walk to the broadcasting room.

"Although most people will not open the gift box at the first time, and after opening the gift box, they will not find out that this is a fake apple, but someone will always find out. The reason why it is so late has not appeared yet. The first person, explaining that the bombs are not necessarily all in the apple."

"It makes sense, the other party is likely to be randomly distributed apples, and some of them have bombs in them. Because of this, we became the first to discover the bombs by accident." Conan subconsciously followed Matsuda's reasoning and continued. Going down, halfway through, he suddenly recalled that the person beside him was the organization's undercover agent.

Maybe he even installed the bomb this time.

Conan froze in place, a little hesitant in his heart.

No, this guy can't be trusted!

If this time the bomb was set up by him, then he could not sincerely help the people escape.

Conan glanced at Matsuda's back, turned his head resolutely, and rushed towards Haibara Ai.

The other party has heard the whole process of the matter, and his face is even paler at this time. "Are we going to run?"

Conan took Haiyuan's shoulder and said firmly, "You take Xiaolan and Sonoko, and leave here immediately."

"how about you?"

"Just tell Xiaolan that I left with Officer Matsuda. That guy can't be trusted. I have to find Officer Xinhai."

Only 10 minutes left in the bomb countdown.

Conan ran towards the toilet.

Officer Shinkai and Mr. Okiya should be there.

·

"Bourbon, are you sure you are arranging that batch of experimenters to come out now? But I saw a lot of people surrounded by the 4 gates of the mall. Is it not safe now?"

Amuro frowned and looked around.

There are indeed a lot of FBI around the door of the mall.

But if the people in the organization go up to confront the FBI, they can still forcefully bring those experimental personnel out.

He straightened the headset and said:

"It doesn't matter, arrange our people to surround the group of people in reverse. When the experimenter arrives at the door, they will be temporarily subdued and the experimenter will be forcibly sent away."

"Is this really okay? We haven't contacted another superior..."

Another superior, where there is another superior.

The legendary organization member has not contacted him until now. If you don't act, it will be too late.

"Just as I said-"

"Whoo-hoo-"

Amuro's cell phone in his breast pocket suddenly rang.

He paused and took out his phone, which showed a new text message.

[There is about to be a riot in the mall, and the experimenters are arranged to leave immediately. —Moscato. ]

!

The blond youth held the mobile phone in his hand and froze in place, his pupils enlarged unconsciously, and his heartbeat slowly accelerated.

Who is Moscato?

Why has he never heard the name?

Also, what is a riot in a mall?

Could this guy named Moscato use his own power to create a riot in this mall that is enough to make everyone run wild?

Wait, Moscato, is it...

"Go! Go now! I've contacted another superior, and he told us to go right away."

"Yes!"

·

"What do you mean, what task did the organization give you? Why is it too late? What is too late?"

"It's impossible for the experimenters above to fly away from Tokyo, which is banned from flying, right? With such a big fanfare, what are you trying to do?"

Subaru Okiya's tone became impatient, he glanced sideways at the elevator that had not come up for a long time, and prepared to go upstairs from the safety stairs.

"I advise you to give up-"

"Officer Shinkai! Mr. Okiya!"

A familiar, anxious child's voice came from the toilet next door.

Xin Haikong stopped abruptly, glanced out, and just met Conan's line of sight.

"Officer Xinhai, you are here!" Conan's face burst with surprise, and he rushed towards the stairwell.

Okiya Subaru frowned and walked forward.

"what happened?"

"I, we from that gift box—"

"Whoo-"

Conan was just about to speak, and before he got to the point, the mall broadcast above them suddenly made a harsh sound.

All three present immediately turned their attention to the broadcast on the wall.

"Cough, cough! Can you hear me?"

Matsushita Jinhei's voice came from the loudspeaker.

"In the end what happened?"

"I'm Officer Matsuda from the Explosive Ordnance Disposal Division of the Tokyo Metropolitan Police Department. Please listen to everyone in this mall. If you have taken a gift from Santa Claus at the gate of the mall, please send it immediately. The gift should be kept as stable as possible in a place that will not be touched by others, the sooner the better. According to the information, there are a lot of dangerous items in this mall. Please dispose of the gift box at hand, as quickly as possible. , exit the mall through the four gates in an orderly manner."

"I repeat, please leave the mall as quickly and orderly as possible. This is not an exercise, nor is it a joke, it is about life and safety, please cooperate."

In the broadcast above his head, Matsuda Jinhei repeated that sentence again.

With the sound of the broadcast, it became noisy outside. The crowd who heard the broadcast should be running out in a panic.

Conan turned his head and said with an ugly expression: "That's it. We saw an apple in that gift box, and inside the apple was a bomb that was timed for 10 minutes. That Santa Claus couldn't just give out this one gift, and every guest who came in couldn't. It is possible to hold a real bomb in his hand."

!

Okiya Subaru looked back at Shinkai Sky in disbelief.

"Is this your plan?"

First, the so-called Santa Claus distributes the gifts and distributes the bombs to each guest. Immediately afterwards, the panic-stricken crowd who noticed the bomb ran away frantically, and quickly passed through the four gates in just ten minutes.

The experimenters who have been broken into pieces are mixed into it, and they can transfer safely just by following the panicked flow of people.

No matter what kind of organization, it is impossible at this time to block these four gates and prevent the people inside from escaping.

The Japanese public security, Japanese police, even the FBI, cannot do such a thing. In the turbulent and complicated flow of people, no matter how powerful the detective is, it is impossible to find out the experimental personnel who have mixed into it.

Really good calculation!

Okiya Subaru withdrew his gaze, rushed through the safety gate like a cannonball, and quickly descended the stairs through the safety stairs.

Only Conan, who was undecided, looked at Xin Haikong dumbly.

"What does Mr. Okiya mean by 'plan'?"

"It's too late to talk about this, we have to help those people transfer first." Xin Haikong pulled Conan over, "Which floor is the broadcasting room on? Which floor did Matsuda go to?"

"The eighth, eighth floor, the broadcasting room is on the eighth floor."

Conan grabbed the corner of Xin Haikong's shirt and said hesitantly, "Officer Xinkai, do you know the true identity of that guy named Matsuda? He is actually...a member of that organization."

·

The serialization of the manga just stopped at this scene.

Xin Haikong dragged Conan downstairs quickly, while acting perfunctorily with Conan, he glanced at the forum at a glance. His speed is inherently fast, and he can read a lot of words in two or three minutes.

Landlord: [Top] "Deadly FBI · Part 1"

Xiao Wu: Help, my God, why do you have to stop here! ! What kind of plan is Shuichi Akai talking about? What did he mean by "you"?

Satsuki: ! ! I also want to know who is the partner with Toko! Who is Moscato on that text message?

Taro puree Bobo: The appetite is completely lifted. The plot has progressed to the most critical moment, why did it stop here? Help!

BONY: So, what exactly happened? Why is there nothing in the apple in the little boy's hand, and there is a bomb in the apple on Conan's side?

Nemo: @BONY, hasn't Conan already explained this question? The Santa Claus was originally distributing real bombs and fake bombs at random, and the little boy might have just got fake bombs.

Miaomu*: Upstairs, I don't think so. If real bombs and fake bombs are really distributed randomly, why is it so coincidental that the first person to discover the real bomb was Conan?

Nemo: Just... Death Aura? I think it's pretty normal, to be honest.

Naemu*: The Death Aura does explain it, but I don't really like it. I prefer to analyze problems from a logical level. If I simply use the halo of death to summarize everything, I can't accept it.

Teenager Kindaichi: If you must think that there is something wrong with the setting of Conan's discovery of the real bomb, then I think there is another possibility. It's very likely that Santa Claus sent this real bomb on Conan purposefully and selectively. In other words, among the hundreds of fake apples in the whole mall, there is only one real bomb, which is in Conan's hands.

BONY: ! This is really reasonable, but it's creepy in an instant. Why would that Santa do this? Does he know Conan? What kind of grudge does he have with Conan?

Teenager Jin Tianyi: It's hard to say. I think there are many new plot points in this story, and the plot points are very dense. First of all, Haibara Ai's unique radar sensed organized members of this group of people. We tried to target Matsuda Jinping before, but later a big boss put forward new insights, temporarily weakening Matsuda's suspicion . But in the later plot, Matsuda's suspicion is still very big.

L: Indeed, now the situation is very clear, Amuro wants to be promoted, and wants to successfully transfer the experimental staff out of that kind of office building. But his first thought was a direct transfer of violence. This act of distributing bombs everywhere is not Amuro's plan, but Amuro's legendary colleague. It can also be seen from the text message that this is the plan that the member of the organization codenamed Moscato came up with.

Teenager Kindaichi: The question now is, who is this member named Moscato? Is he in this mall? Even, is Moscato the M?

Seedling*: I tend to think that Moscato should be the full name of the legendary M. Because the old thief's chapter about M's choice of three has really been a lot of words. According to the normal progress of the plot, it is almost time to reveal who M is.

Edogawa: OK. Now there are two directions. First, Moscato is a new character. He has nothing to do with M. If we think from this direction, we don't actually have any clues to analyze. Second, Moscato is M. He went undercover in the Metropolitan Police Department, created many cases, and has been inexplicably targeting the Xinhai police officer, and now he is still appearing in this mall.

Yokohama No. 1 detective: If so, then Matsuda Jinhei is Moscato. First, Haibara reacted to the combination of Shinkai and Matsuda Jinping. If we admit Shinkai's identity as the red side, then the problem is Matsuda Jinping. Second, the real discovery of the bomb in the gift box was not Conan, but Matsuda himself. Third, spread the news from the broadcast, let all the people leave the scene as soon as possible, and the person who conforms to the organization's plan is also Matsuda.

Sunflower Taipan: I think the speculation of the big guy upstairs is very reasonable. When coincidences accumulate to a certain extent, it cannot be a coincidence. There are indeed too many doubts about Matsuda.

Super High School Detective: No, no. I feel that you are always using every single piece of evidence that can be overturned, brought together to form an overwhelming coincidence, to prove Matsuda Jinhei's black identity.

Super high school-level detective: We have already discussed about Haibara Ai, maybe that person was not drawn at all. With the bomb in the gift box, it's not that important to find out who the person is. In the broadcast, any normal person, or even any policeman, when he finds a bomb in the mall, the first reaction will be to let the customers in the mall evacuate as soon as possible, and Matsuda Jinping's response is no problem.

Super high school-level detective: I can accept your doubts, but I can't accept doubts without any reason. The fact is that the current information is simply not enough to determine the identity of Matsuda Jinping.

L: Calm down upstairs first, I agree with your idea. And...I have a vague feeling, are we going too simplistic and excluding Shinkai from the list of suspects?

One meter six empty sauce my love:? ? ? What do you mean upstairs? At this time, would anyone still doubt the identity of Brother Kong? What are you kidding? ? ?

New Concept Love: Uh, what do you want to say? Could it be that just because of Haibara Ai's reaction, you think that there may be a problem with Xin Haikong. It hurts to say that, but I do have to say it. Compared with Ai Haibara, I believe in Xin Haikong more.

One meter six empty sauce my love: 1. It can be said more boldly upstairs. In the Conan protagonist group, apart from Conan Xiaolan, I believe in Xin Haikong the most, which is better than the scumbag Akai Shuichi. Besides, think about how many times Kong Ge has helped Hong Fang turn the tide and how many people he has saved? Is it too outrageous for the people of Black to do this? Moreover, Brother Kong is already on the alert! Do you know how many police officers are in the entire Metropolitan Police Department?

L: We seek truth from facts and only talk about evidence. In many previous cases on the forum, are the filters on Xinhaikong too strong?

Green sea: I don't understand what other filters are there. In the previous case of "The Arrested Police Officer", the forum was full of remarks blaming Brother Kong. In the end, Brother Kong was framed, imprisoned, kidnapped, and almost shot to death. I don't think I have any filters, and even if I did, that's what I really felt in my life experience in Xinhaikong.

Satsuki: I'm just a passerby, I'm not a character cook. But Xin Haikong did have his life hanging by a thread many times, and he could not be Black. It is impossible for Black to force himself into such a situation that there is no way to counter it.

When did the Metropolitan Police Department close down: I also misunderstood Kong Kong last time, and I followed the trend with those people on the forum and questioned Kong Kong's identity. After reading that case, I felt very sad for a long time. I put my words here today, unless Xin Haikong points a gun at Touzi's head, or shoots to kill Maurilan and Conan, otherwise, I can no longer doubt Xin Haikong's identity.

What a fiery and sincere trust!

It was so easy for him to entrust this trust to a stranger he had never even seen before, and just from a few words of dialogue and trivial actions, he mistakenly thought that he had mastered everything about the other party.

Naive and funny.

"...Officer Xinhai, do you understand?"

"I understand, you mean that there is an undercover in that organization in the Metropolitan Police Department. And that undercover is Matsuda himself, right?"

Xin Haikong lowered his head, and his amber eyes watched the little detective gently and seriously.

"I'm sorry, Matsuda is my friend. I can't accept your question without evidence."

"There are still seven minutes left, please evacuate from this mall immediately!"

The broadcast they passed by kept repeating Matsuda Jinhei's voice.

"Officer Xinhai! I know you and that guy have known each other for a long time, but this is the truth! Look at the bomb incident this time, that bomb was also found by that guy from the apple."

"It's normal for him to find that bomb, and you heard the radio. He's been dealing with bombs for years."

"But-"

"Okay, let's talk about other issues when we go out, now..."

Xin Haikong looked at the broadcasting room in the middle of this floor.

"Let's fix the bomb first."