How Real Wine Became the Light of the Metropolitan Police

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[Don't pick it up, there is something to pick up, something that each other knows well. Just leave. 】

It's hard to be poisoned to death.

On his last night, he checked the Internet for sulfur mustard gas, and it was horrifying.

[Please let me euthanize, thank you. 】

【Access is successful! 】

【pick up! 】

Xin Haikong couldn't hold back his foul language.

He didn't want to open his eyes too much, it was said that this thing would cause the retinas to corrode together.

But he sat there for a while and didn't feel any pungent smell.

Xin Haikong opened his eyelids a little curiously and glanced at it. It was the same situation as before, except that time returned to its normal speed.

The four nozzles on the ceiling are still spraying milky white gas continuously.

【Trouble getting out of here! 】

[The system recommends the host to wait. 】

?

What are you waiting for? Waiting to be poisoned?

I really can't think of the system and the hobby of watching him be poisoned.

Xin Haikong looked up at the ceiling in despair. The prisoner still had a bit of conscience. After breathing in this gas for so long, it was either uncomfortable or a little dizzy.

The strength of the whole body was lost, and the eyelids seemed to weigh a thousand pounds. Just at the last second when Xin Haikong was about to lose consciousness, the big iron door that was closed before was suddenly opened.

A familiar figure in a brown trench coat stood outside the door.

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"are you awake?"

"Why haven't you woken up yet, didn't the doctor say that you can only—"

There was a young man lying on the hospital bed. The tightly wrapped quilt outlined his slightly thin figure. The exposed face was extremely pale, and his eyes were tightly closed, but the eyeballs began to move slowly.

"woke up?"

The young man stretched out the quilt, and the hand resting on the edge of the bed moved slightly.

"Xinhai sauce?"

Hearing this familiar call, Xin Haikong knew that he was definitely not dead.

Look how smooth this guy is calling now, he was clearly gnashing his teeth before.

"Do you remember what happened before?" Matsuda stuffed a pillow behind his back and helped him sit up with a chilly tone.

Xin Haikong rubbed his eyes that were still a little uncomfortable. The torment of the eyes during this time is not small. what happened? This is too much to say in a few words.

"Am I not dead?" At that time, he had inhaled so much poisonous gas, was he still rescued?

Matsuda stared at him expressionlessly, a storm-like shadow brewing in his dark eyes, and the corners of his mouth were raised stiffly.

"Don't be scary, what kind of expression do you have!"

"You're too embarrassed to say that your vigilance is so poor. If it wasn't for that guy named Dazai passing by there, you really would have explained where it was! Do you just want me to collect your corpse for you?" Matsuda gritted his teeth and stared at Xin Haikong. .

"Osamu Dazai?"

It turned out that the previous glance was not an illusion, but what is passing by? Where the **** was he tied up, could Osamu Dazai pass by so coincidentally?

"Well. He said that he was in the water, and after drifting there, he found a factory, and strange smoke kept coming out, so he went in to have a look, and just saved you and that Amuro Toru."

Matsuda himself felt that this statement was too bizarre, and before he finished speaking, his whole face wrinkled.

Into the water? Could there be such a coincidence?

"Then you believe the nonsense explanation? What about Dazai's rule?"

"gone."

Matsuda didn't understand why he let the kid run away at that time, and the police officers in the police station who were responsible for making the transcripts were taken aback for a while.

Xin Haikong's expression twisted for a moment.

"gone?"

Wait, if Dazai rescued them, is the culprit still there!

"Was there anyone else at the scene then?" Xin Haikong grabbed Matsuda's collar and asked eagerly.

Didn't Osamu Dazai meet the prisoner in that speaker?

"It doesn't seem to be. It was the guy who called the police at the time. After the police arrived, they only had time to send you to the hospital. Fortunately, they only mixed a little ethyl ether in the water vapor—"

"E, ether?"

Xin Haikong interrupted Matsuda's words in surprise, his small face wrinkled into a ball, his amber eyes widened, and his face was incredulous.

The prisoner clearly said that he would release sulfur mustard gas, but in the end he just released a little ether?

"What does that look like? Even ether will make you completely incapacitated. The prisoners are already going to kidnap you, so is there a difference?"

But if it's just ether, it doesn't make sense at all.

He killed Jin Tian Yuanji's brother three years ago, and Jin Tian Yuanji came back three years later to take revenge, holding his determination to kill him from the very beginning. The Tokyo Tower is further shattered by bombing, and taking a step back is the ruin of the reputation and the complete ruin of the career.

Now, at the Metropolitan Police Department, he has buried a dark line like Murakami, and kidnapped them together with Toru Amuro who came to save him, and just put a little ether to stun them, how could it be possible?

Matsuda thought that the prisoner's later actions had not yet had time to unfold, but he knew very well that the prisoner had the conditions to kill him and Amuro directly.

"Where's Murakami? Has Murakami been arrested? I was kidnapped only when he called me out."

When Matsuda Jinping heard Xin Haikong's words, his expression instantly froze. He held Xin Haikong's shoulders and stared at him with dark eyes.

"It wasn't until Osamu Dazai sent you to the hospital that the police knew about your kidnapping. They investigated the call records of your mobile phones. The last phone call between you and Murakami was at one o'clock in the afternoon."

Xin Haikong was unclear, so he nodded, and hummed in a breath.

"But Murakami took the Shinkansen train this morning and went to Osaka to take up his post. According to what he said, his mobile phone was lost as early as last night, and now he has been using a backup phone to communicate with the police."

"Huh?" Lost your phone? how is this possible!

"But it was Murakami's voice who contacted me!" He couldn't have heard it wrong, the little policeman had been following him for the past few days.

"I haven't finished speaking yet. The police didn't believe it at first, but Murakami quickly produced evidence. He was in a meeting at the Osaka police station between 12 noon and 2 pm, and there were two hundred police officers during that time. Testify for him together."

A basin of cold water was poured head-on.

The surveillance may have been faked, but a full two hundred police officers at the scene testified for him, enough to prove that Murakami had no time to call him at the time.

That call was not recorded, and even if Xin Haikong killed himself now and heard Murakami's voice, he couldn't do anything to him.

But what he heard was clearly Murakami's voice, why did this happen, was it pre-recorded audio?

Xin Haikong carefully recalled the phone call at that time. Their conversation lasted a few back and forth. It should not be a pre-recorded audio... Or maybe this matter really has nothing to do with Murakami. Someone took Murakami's mobile phone, Then in some way imitated Murakami's voice.

Who would be so deliberate against themselves.

Jin Tian Yuanji?

If it's really him, why not just kill him and Toru Amuro?

This whole thing is incredible from beginning to end, and that Dazai Osamu passing by inexplicably.

Oh, yes, and Toru Amuro who got involved and accidentally blew his vest.

"What about Mr. Amuro? Where is he now?"

"He was in the ward next door. He woke up two hours ago, and is now taking notes at the police station. Your health is really bad. The doctor said you would wake up within three hours, but you fell asleep. Now."

This may not really be because of his poor health. Xin Haikong touched his nose with a guilty conscience. This may just be because he is too tired.

After finding out that he didn't have a few days to live, he stayed up for two nights in a row, and the eagle didn't endure as hard as he did.

"By the way, Amuro Toru said that the person who kidnapped you was the prisoner of the last Tokyo Tower case..."

Matsuda's mood was obviously lowered, his eyelids were slightly closed, and his black eyes saw Xin Haikong's collar from his mouth, but he refused to look directly at Xin Haikong.

"I didn't catch that prisoner before—"

"No!" Xin Haikong hurriedly interrupted Matsuda's words. It is not certain whether Jintian Yuanji kidnapped him, Matsuda blamed himself at this moment.

If Matsuda was told that the reason why the prisoner targeted him was because of what happened three years ago, Matsuda would have to blame himself!

"This has nothing to do with you. The prisoner before was just a psychopath. And you are a bomb disposal policeman, don't always grab the job of the search class, you thought you were in the search class!"

Matsuda was choked for a while.

After a while, he came back to his senses, and fiercely stabbed Xin Haikong's head, shoveling the man backwards.

"Can you stand up now? Get down quickly if you can, don't waste the hospital's resources."

"Hey, your attitude has changed too much. It's a loss for me to pay for you—"

Almost gave up the chance to live. Xin Haikong tried to suppress the second half of the sentence.

"What for me?" Matsuda's black eyes narrowed slightly, and the tone of the question rose, making people inexplicably feel a hint of threat from Zhongpin.

Xin Haikong glanced at Matsuda, who was staring at him closely, and shrank back a little guilty.

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At this time, the Tokyo Metropolitan Police Department.

"Mr. Amuro, do you remember what the two people in the car looked like at that time?"

"The car had a black privacy film, I didn't see it clearly, but I was sure there were two people."

The purplish-grey eyes of the blond youth were filled with sincerity.

"Then do you remember that the prisoner revealed why he kidnapped police officer Xinhai?"

Why did M kidnap Xin Haikong, this is indeed a question. Did he have a grudge against Xin Haikong? Is it because the bomb on the Shinkansen was discovered by Shinkai, so the prisoner always held a grudge? But if so, why didn't they actually kill them?

"The prisoner once mentioned that he was the mastermind of the previous Tokyo Tower bombing."

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"Okay, thank you for your cooperation. This time, I really appreciate you being able to stand up to chase the gangsters, but next time you encounter a similar situation, please remember that it is better to call the police first anyway!"

The policewoman in front of her held her hands and thanked Anshito very seriously. If there was no table blocking it, Anshito would have no doubt that this guy might give him a ninety-degree bow.

Toru Amuro smiled and nodded, and was sent out of the Metropolitan Police Department by the police. There are quite a few little fans of Xin Haikong. Since the policewoman in front of her has learned that Amuro Toru was kidnapped to save Xin Haikong, her attitude can be called a 180-degree turn. All kinds of tea and water are offered, and they have become more respectful even when asking questions.

After waking up from the hospital bed, Amuro Tou voluntarily cooperated with the police to go to the police station to make a record.

He wasn't surprised that he was still alive, in fact he had been skeptical long before the prisoner let out the so-called sulfur mustard gas.

Sulfur mustard gas is colorless in liquid state, and may appear yellow or even brown when there are many impurities, but there is no milky white sulfur mustard gas.

When he saw the jets on the ceiling spew milky white gas, he knew something was wrong.

The prisoners may not even plan to kill them.

So why did the prisoners go around in such a big circle to intimidate them?

It can't be idle after all.

This is very likely to be M's new plot, and the target object is the new sea and air.

The bad thing is that the new sea and air know nothing about the organization and are defenseless.

To make matters worse, in order to save Xin Haikong, he once blew up his vest, making Xin Haikong mistakenly believe that he might be a member of an underground organization.

Although the friendship he pursued to save Xin Haikong may keep the other party a secret, Xin Haikong's trust in himself will also be greatly reduced.

How can I regain his trust and remind him of the organization?

Amuro turned around and looked at the Metropolitan Police Department's sign, lost in thought.