How Real Wine Became the Light of the Metropolitan Police

The milky white mist spreads rapidly, and the breath of death spreads rapidly.

[System, just leave! Hopeless. 】

Xin Haikong has given up any hope of continuing the game.

【Ding dong! Congratulations to the host for successfully starting the plot node. 】

! !

From the sound of the system sound, the fog on the ceiling stopped spreading, and Toru Amuro, who was directly opposite him, remained motionless from the beginning, and even he himself couldn't move, as if the time of the whole world had stopped.

plot point?

【What's the meaning? What plot point? 】

[Please choose the host:

A. Wait till I die. I quit.

B. I want to live a few more days. 】

? What kind of sand sculpture option is this? Normal people would choose to live a few more days, right?

However, does he still have a chance to change? Can you still live? Xin Haikong rekindled hope and sat up straight.

[Countdown to ten seconds: ten, nine—]

[Choose B. I want to live for a few more days! 】

[Congratulations to the successful selection of the host, and the plot node is being connected. 】

Xin Haikong's eyes went black.

·

"Hey! Are you listening!"

"I say you-"

The black-haired youth's eyes suddenly opened, and there was still a mist of water in the amber pupils, because the doubts were slightly enlarged.

His eyes met the man who had been talking all the time. He had familiar curly hair, and the sunglasses that were always beside him were still on his collar. His dark eyes were looking at him, and the corners of his mouth were slightly pressed down, a pair of slightly Impatient look.

"I said I didn't want to bring the kid, so I've only been transferred for a few days..." He pouted, his eyelids slightly closed, his eyes fell on Xin Haikong's head, and he complained in a lower-than-normal voice.

"Songtian?" Xin Haikong murmured before he got out of his previous situation, and his mind was still stuck before.

"You bastard! At the very least, you should be called senior. Really..."

"Previous, senior?"

"Hey! What do you mean by such a suspicious tone? Am I not your senior? Xin Hai!" Matsuda looked a little angry, stretched out his hand and dragged Xin Haikong in his direction, staring at him. Speaking of.

It was only then that Xin Haikong realized that he and Matsuda seemed to be in the same shop and were preparing to eat.

He looked around, it seemed to be an ordinary chain restaurant, and the menu not far away was only fast food such as beef rice bowl and pork rice bowl. The tables and chairs were so small that they were a bit crude. Sitting face to face, with long hands and feet, nowhere to show.

This is, what timeline?

"Hey! Although you still have the last few days of your internship, that's not why you're so lazy!"

Internship?

"Matsuda, cough, senior?" Xin Haikong shouted tentatively, staring at Matsuda. After seeing his slightly soothing facial features, he confirmed that what he called was correct.

A timeline where he is still in the internship period and Matsuda Jinhei is his senior?

"It's good to know, although I was only transferred to the search class, but it's an official police officer anyway. Officer Sato asked for leave today, just the two of us patrolling, and then follow me carefully, do you understand?" Matsuda mentioned. When patrolling, he showed an impatient look. It is estimated that he did not want to go at all, but he had to go with a rookie policeman.

Just transferred to the search class? The timeline when Matsuda Jinhei was killed three years ago!

Three years ago, Matsuda had a good temper. Of course, it could also be because they were not familiar with him at all.

Right now, they should only have a slightly better relationship between seniors and juniors than ordinary people.

The young man sat up straight, adjusted the messy collar that Matsuda had grabbed before, and showed a modest smile.

"Then I'll treat you to lunch today, in order to thank Matsuda-senpai for your help."

The young man's voice was still full of milkiness that he hadn't even noticed. Round amber eyes stared at him, his head was slightly raised, and the black hair lying on his head looked like he was bullying.

Matsuda coughed, retracted the hand that was about to move, pouted, and complained, "How can I invite the younger generation to treat..."

Two beef rice bowls were brought to the table, steaming hot.

"Why do you want to be transferred to the search class, senior?" Xin Haikong handed Matsuda a pair of chopsticks, and he unpacked the chopsticks himself. He tentatively asked the exit, wanting to determine whether the current situation was different from the original plot.

"Eat your meal, where are so many questions!" The man across from him raised his eyelids and glared at him, complaining unceremoniously.

In the end, I didn't mean to answer my own words at all...

The temper is really bad! How on earth did he become friends with this guy? He looks pretty good after three years.

"Then, what exactly are we going to do on patrol?"

"...It's just some miscellaneous little things. You can follow me first, and you can go alone tomorrow."

"Is the senior not going?"

Hold your breath for a while, and wait until you return to three years before finding this guy to settle accounts.

Still want to push all the daily patrol tasks to him alone? Don't kill him after three years.

"I have my own affairs. Are you a child who hasn't been weaned yet? Are you going to follow behind the senior?" Matsuda Jinping tilted his head and complained expressionlessly.

Xin Haikong still maintained a smile, the muscles on his face trembled slightly, almost crushing the chopsticks in his hand.

The meat slices picked up by the chopsticks slipped into the bowl again.

"I think it's better for you to eat with a spoon."

Hold on, it's a junior now.

An iron spoon was placed on the edge of Xin Haikong's bowl with a thud.

"Thank you so much, senior-"

"It doesn't need to be so exaggerated..." Although he said so, Matsuda seemed to be very useful.

It turns out, is it the type that eats soft and not hard? It seems that I kind of know how to attack this guy.

·

"Ah—the long day is finally over."

After helping the lost 80-year-old grandmother find her home, looking for the missing pet dog, retrieving the biker who robbed the bag, rescuing the middle school student who trapped his head in the desk, and going to the game hall to retrieve the little fart who ran away from home After the child, Xin Haikong finally had a chance to breathe.

He checked the calendar carefully, and could confirm that the time line he returned to was three years ago, when Matsuda Jinhei was killed by a bomb on the Ferris wheel in the original work. No wonder Matsuda was still alive three years later, because he came back at this time.

In the original timeline of his world, he should have successfully rescued Matsuda Jinhei, but the prisoner died for a reason he doesn't know yet. As a result, the prisoner's younger brother targeted him again and again like a vicious dog three years later, and finally nearly killed him.

In order to avoid the death ending three years later, he had to find a way to find out who the so-called prisoner's younger brother was and prevent the prisoner from accidentally dying during the arrest. Now there are only five days left until November 17th. And he was completely trapped in the chores of daily patrolling.

This is not good.

"Xin Hai? Are you still not going home?" An unknown policeman greeted him warmly, and Xin Haikong smiled and waved to him.

The abnormal crime rate in the future is already evident now. All kinds of trivial matters have been busy until 6:30 in the evening. Xin Haikong can't take care of eating. He wants to go to the reference room to check the information of the prisoners.

The computer used by the Metropolitan Police Department is obviously only three years behind it, but the version is far behind. In order to understand how this big guy works, Xin Haikong has spent a lot of time.

He finally turned on the computer, and the first time he went to the database to search for Jintian Yuanyi's information.

Three years later, he learned the name and appearance of the prisoner through the files of the Metropolitan Police Department, which would be his best card to change all this.

There are many people with the same name and surname, but there is also the appearance as an exclusion factor, and he quickly locked the prisoner.

Genichi Kaneda, 41, once worked at an electronics factory in Yokohama, was fired ten years ago, and has been missing since then. This guy actually has a younger brother named Jintian Yuanji. The identity information is registered that he went to the United States to study three years ago, and he has not come back so far, and the specific address is not recorded.

In other words, the murderer who killed him three years later is now in the United States, and there is no news of him.

This is not good.

[System, how long can I stay at this time? 】

[Each plot point has a corresponding time. In this plot node, the remaining time for the host is eight days. Well, if today is over, there may still be the last seven days left. 】

Eight days, and five days are the time for the criminal to commit the crime. It is impossible for him not to stay in Tokyo to stop it.

In this case, there are only the last three days left, and it is impossible to go to the United States and find that guy in the crowd.

And now Jintian Yuanji is just a student, and he has not made any subsequent actions, and Xin Haikong has no reason to arrest that guy.

It seems that the only way for him to stop the accidental death of the prisoner is this.

In the dark reference room, only the faint light from the front of the computer shone on the young man's face.

The pale face looked particularly thin under the blue light. His eyes were red and bloodshot after staring at the computer for too long, and the hypoglycemia caused by not eating dinner made his chapped lips not even half blood.

"Hey! What are you looking for alone?"

Matsuda Jinping leaned against the door and asked the young man inside in a strange tone. This guy looks good and cute during the day. He has been busy all day without going to eat and rest. What is he doing in the reference room by himself? Don't know if you have to apply to come here?

From the moment Matsuda Jinping's voice sounded, Xin Haikong turned off his search interface, but he hadn't had time to clear his browsing history.

He raised his head to look at Matsuda. From his point of view, Matsuda was actually in the dark. Fortunately, the computer screen was facing away from the door, so Matsuda probably didn't see what he was checking.

How should he think of a way to send the person away? He hasn't had time to delete the browsing history. If the prisoner is caught later, and someone finds out that he had checked the person before committing the crime, how would he explain it then?

After hesitation, Matsuda had walked in and grabbed his arm.

Xin Haikong was staggered and had to feel that his body three years ago was unexpectedly fragile.

"Look at your face, it's already like this, don't let me go to dinner!"

Matsuda pressed the computer's shutdown button and pulled Xin Haikong out.

Xin Haikong looked back and watched the light on the wall dimmed by the computer screen.

·

"It's already so late, what are you still doing at the Metropolitan Police Department?"

There was no one else in the corridor at night, and the open space echoed Matsuda's question.

"Didn't the seniors stay until now?" Xin Haikong didn't answer the question directly, but asked back with a smile.

"I'm not the same as you, I'm waiting—" The next words stopped abruptly, and Matsuda still didn't say what he was waiting for.

The tall man walked in front of him with big strides, without any intention of waiting for him.

Xin Haikong looked at the former's back, the smile on his face slowly subsided, his footsteps slowed down, and finally stopped in place and lowered his head.

It is not a good experience to become a stranger with a former friend.

"Xinhai sauce?"

Suddenly, on the way out of the hot spring hotel, the other party chased after him and put a warm hand on his shoulder.

"Hello! Xinhai?"

Matsuda in front looked back at him inexplicably.

Xin Haikong suddenly laughed.

He quickened his pace, following Matsuda in three and two steps.

"Didn't the seniors also eat? I'll invite the seniors to eat ramen."

"No. It's said that the senior invites the junior."

·

Two days until the incident happened.

In the morning, the sun is shining brightly.

Xin Haikong hurriedly put on the police uniform. His home is still in the original apartment, and I have to say it's really a coincidence. After he came home for the first time, he carefully studied the things in the house, and determined his current state from the documents in the drawer of the study.

He has already completed the training course of the police academy and needs to practice in the police station for nine months, and then he will return to the police academy to make up the rest of the courses. There are still five days left until the end of his nine-month internship, just after the case is over, there are still three days left. Exactly consistent with his plot points in this period.

Matsuda said that he would do the patrols by himself, but he still helped him patrol for two hours every night for the next two days, giving him time to stay in the reference room to find Jintian Yuanyi's information.

But unfortunately, for three days in a row, nothing has been achieved. After the guy was fired from the electronics factory ten years ago, it seemed as if the world had evaporated, leaving no information at all. Even in the bombing seven years ago, the police have never been able to identify the murderer.

With two days left, the case is about to take place.

Not much time left.

Today's police station seems to be several times more busy than a few days ago. Almost everyone walked in a hurry and looked deep.

Xin Haikong was confused and stopped a policeman who hurried forward with a document. This guy was the one who greeted him before, probably someone he knew.

"Xinhai? You're here, hurry up to the Mumu Police Department's office, something has happened!" After the other party said this quickly, he ran away, leaving Xin Haikong standing there inexplicably.

what happened?

He walked to the door of the office of the Mumu Police Department, only to find that there were several people standing inside.

Matsuda Jinping lifted a black rectangular box with a condensed expression, and was about to leave.

"Mumu Police Department, what happened?"

"Xinhai, you are here, you should follow Songtian first, he will explain to you on the way."

Xin Haikong looked at Matsuda in confusion.

The other party glanced at him through the sliding sunglasses, and raised his head forward, signaling him to follow.

"Senior! What happened!" Xin Haikong needed to trot to keep up with Matsuda's pace.

"We received an alarm at 7 o'clock this morning. There were bombs suddenly found in many places in Tokyo. Now we have to go to the Cuphu shopping mall to defuse the bombs, and by the way, we will find out who is responsible for it."

! !

The youth rounded his eyes and looked at Matsuda in amazement, like a little rabbit with fried fur.

Matsuda couldn't help but sighed. He looked very calm when he was on patrol a few days ago, but when he heard about the bomb today, he became panicked. It is indeed a new police officer with little experience.

Xin Haikong's heart at this time is far more serious than the surprise on his surface.

Aren't there two days left? How could this be?

【system! Why is it different! Why did the criminal commit the crime earlier? 】

Three years ago, he was just a little-known policeman in the Metropolitan Police Department, and his relationship with the organization is unknown. The only thing he can rely on now is the plot. As a result, is there still a problem with the plot?

[The system has said at the very beginning that everything is the result of the host's own choice. The host's choice has returned to the present three years ago, and the settings accompanying the host will also change everything here. 】

His settings? What's up with him?

Isn't he a policeman?

and many more!

A line of words appeared in his mind, the information from last night.

"Kinda Yuanichi, used to work part-time in an electronics factory in Yokohama..."

Yokohama? !

·

"...the bomb was defused successfully, no need to stop the crowd from entering."

Matsuda's technique was very good, and after arriving at the scene, he quickly defused the bomb.

"Xin Hai, you and I go to the monitoring room to take a look!" After Matsuda came out of the stairwell, he walked towards the monitoring room with Xin Haikong.

"The bomb this time is very strange. It was clearly placed in the middle of the stairs, but it was not discovered by the cleaners who came to clean it until 8:30 in the morning. The security guards did not see it when they patrolled at 10 o'clock last night. A bomb, indicating that the bomb should have been installed between ten o'clock last night and eight this morning."

"I understand, I'm going to find someone to collect the surveillance during this time." Xin Haikong found the security guard and explained the police's requirements.

The security agreed without hesitation, but is it really that simple?

as predicted.

They quickly watched the ten-hour surveillance at ten times the speed. The location of the bomb was very strange. Although it was in the middle of the stairs, which could be easily observed by the human eye, it was unexpectedly a blind spot for surveillance.

The only thing you can see from the surveillance is whether anyone has entered or exited this stairwell. But apart from the security guards and cleaners, no one has entered this stairwell from ten o'clock last night to eight this morning.

The cleaner who found the bomb also entered the stairwell empty-handed in the morning.

From a scientific point of view, this is an unsolved unsolved case. No one ever entered the stairwell and the bomb appeared out of nowhere.

But if you explain it in terms of abilities, it's easy to understand.

Matsuda's phone rang, and it was Officer Mumu who called.

"Matsuda, go to Rice Flower Station immediately, someone just reported that a bomb was found there!"

·

Rice Station.

The panicked crowd blocked the exit, and everyone was scrambling to get out, but everyone was deadlocked and could not get out.

The atmosphere of panic spread wildly, with quarrels and curses everywhere.

Xin Haikong followed Songtian all the way retrograde, passed through the crowds, and came to the scene with difficulty.

"The bomb is on the top of the train, but between the departures this morning, our flight attendants didn't see anything when they checked. Just now, when the train stopped at this platform, a passenger found it..."

The young flight attendant was in a cold sweat and explained in a panic.

Again.

There was no surveillance on the top of the train, and the bomb appeared out of nowhere after it was checked and confirmed that there was no problem.

"The crowd can't be evacuated now, and the bomb will explode in five minutes!"

"No way, just dismantle it."

"Officer Matsuda, this is against the rules-"

"Do you have a better way?" Matsuda took off his sunglasses, threw them into Xin Haikong's hands, and taunted the flight attendant who wanted to stop him.

"Or is it better to wait five minutes for everyone to be buried together?"

The young flight attendant was speechless and asked someone to bring a ladder and let them climb to the top of the carriage.

"Anyway, the crowd can't be evacuated. Xin Hai! I haven't seen the explosion site before. I'll teach you how to defuse the bomb this time." Matsuda smiled proudly at Xin Haikong.

After removing the cover, this is the most common time bomb, with only simple red and blue lines.

"For bombs like this, just cut the wire that goes to the detonator."

"How do you know which wire it is?"

"Generally speaking, you can pay attention to the interface of the line. But some bombs will play a little trick in this place, make some tricks, and be careful not to be deceived."

"Of course, for an inexperienced rookie like you, it's better to stay away from the bomb, lest one day let me collect your corpse for you."

Matsuda raised his knife and cut the blue line. The countdown to the bomb stopped.

"Whoo-hoo-"

"Senior, your phone rang again."

"Are you here again?"

Matsuda took the phone with a dignified expression and pressed the speakerphone directly, but what came from inside was the words of Officer Mumu.

"Songtian! You defuse the bomb without evacuation!"

Matsuda frowned impatiently. "Then you have to evacuate."

"Anyway, give me back to the Metropolitan Police Department first!"

"I'm afraid not. There should be a lot of bombs that need to be defused in Tokyo now, and I need to be on standby at all times."

"You bastard!" There was a hint of helplessness in Mu Mu's voice. "Just now, there was an explosion in the Mihua Library. Eighteen students were still trapped in the fire, and the number of injured was still rising."

!

Xin Haikong stumbled and almost fell off the carriage.

The bomb that appeared out of thin air made everyone lose the ability to respond in time. Not every bomb is so lucky to be spotted by passers-by. He should have thought of it earlier.

Is this the price of changing the past? The original retaliation against the police turned into a large-scale terrorist attack that included the entire Tokyo. How many people will be hurt in this terrorist attack.

The unprecedented sense of guilt weighed on Xin Haikong, making him breathless.

"...Then I should go to the scene immediately instead of going back to the Metropolitan Police Department!" Matsuda said rudely.

"Officer Mumu, senior, I will go back to the Metropolitan Police Department."

"You?" Matsuda raised his eyebrows suspiciously and looked at Xin Haikong.

"Xinhai? It's alright, just come back alone first—" Mumu Police Department was very anxious.

Matsuda hung up the phone directly, pulled Xin Haikong over, and stared at him with black eyes.

"Why are you going back? Don't you go to the fire to save people first?"

"Senior, these two bombs, this whole Tokyo bomb, appeared in a completely unreasonable way."

"Indeed, there is absolutely no trace in the surveillance, as if it appeared there out of thin air." Matsuda frowned.

"Have seniors heard of supernatural powers?"

There was no bomb that appeared out of thin air, it must be the function of some kind of ability he didn't understand. Although he didn't understand it, someone from the Metropolitan Police Department and even the Special Forces Division should understand.

Matsuda Jinping obviously hadn't heard of such a thing. He raised his head and looked at Xin Haikong, his dark eyes rarely showing a bit of confusion.

"You read more comics!"

"It really exists, senior, I have to go back. There should be someone in the Metropolitan Police Department who can solve this kind of thing. They just lack someone who can remind them."

Xin Haikong climbed down the previous ladder without even taking a backpack, and left in a hurry.

Matsuda Jinhei took off the stopped bomb from the roof of the car while staring blankly at the back of Xin Haikong.

Is this guy really an ordinary trainee police officer? On the one hand, he knows nothing about the work of the inspector, and panics about the bomb; on the other hand, he is handy in how to collect information, and has the IQ and ability to independently detect cases.

Like a rookie who has never read the police academy, and like an old criminal policeman who has experienced many cases.

That night, after Xin Haikong had eaten with him, he actually returned to the reference room again.

For three consecutive years, he stayed there whenever he was free, collecting clues about the bombing that year.

After finding nothing again, when he deleted his browsing history, for some reason, he clicked on the browsing history of Xinhaikong.

Xin Haikong is looking for a person, a person named Jintian Yuanyi, who disappeared ten years ago.