How Real Wine Became the Light of the Metropolitan Police

Xin Hai hollowly took out the constantly vibrating mobile phone from his pocket. This time the vibration lasted for a long time, and someone should have called him.

He clicked on the screen, which displayed a string of completely unfamiliar and unremarked numbers.

To be on the safe side, he didn't store Gin's number in his phone, but memorized it directly.

But this string of numbers was obviously not from Gin.

Could it be someone else at the winery contacting him?

Gin seems to have said that if someone else sends him a task, you can ignore it.

During Xin Haikong's hesitation, the phone was automatically hung up. But the other party was obviously very anxious, and another phone call came over.

Let's take a look, maybe someone who doesn't know is looking for him for something.

With this thought in mind, Xin Haikong answered the phone.

"Officer Shinkai! Did you get on the train from Osaka Train Station at one o'clock in the afternoon, destined for Tokyo?"

A completely unfamiliar young male voice came from the other end of the phone. The other party's clear voice was full of anxiety, and the urgent atmosphere could be felt across the phone.

who is it?

Xin Haikong kept the phone connected, glanced at the mobile phone number again, and confirmed that he had not seen this string of numbers.

He did indeed take the train that was exactly one o'clock in the afternoon, because he found out that Conan and the others would take the train at 2:30 in the afternoon. Just in case, he ran away early.

How did the other party know this? Friends and foes unknown.

"Hello, who are you?"

Xin Haikong tried his best to control the mood he wanted to question, and asked this sentence gently.

There was a noticeable pause on the other end of the phone.

Xin Haikong could clearly hear the suddenly accelerated breathing on the opposite side.

"I, I'm Shinichi Kudo. I'm a detective."

The male voice was a little cramped at first, but soon regained the confidence of making up nonsense.

"Conan is right next to me, police officer Shinkai, your phone number was given to me by Conan."

As soon as the voice fell, Conan's voice sounded again from the other end.

"Brother Xinyi, has Officer Xinhai answered the phone?"

The child's voice can be elongated and passed through from a relatively distant place.

"Yes. Officer Shinkai, I have something to tell you." It switched to Kudo Shinichi's voice again.

Put this aside and play a two-mouth cross talk with him.

"can I help you?"

When Kudo Shinichi had nothing to do on the phone, an ominous premonition came to his mind.

Xin Haikong pulled down the main interface of the forum with a solemn expression, trying to refresh the forum.

Shouldn't it, I can't escape if I run away...

"Officer Shinkai, it's too late to say more, we caught a prisoner who was planting a bomb at Osaka Station, but according to him, the train you were on had already been planted with a bomb!"

Corresponding to the eager voice on the other end of the phone, the latest post on the forum was finally refreshed.

[Top: "Bomber at the Train Station" - A small detective found a bomb, and the new sea and air were trapped in the train. ]

Before he knew it, a new case happened at the train station, and he turned out to be the trapped protagonist!

outrageous!

Isn't the train station where the protagonist is bombed enough?

He just wants to rest!

"Officer Xinhai, are you listening?"

On the other end of the phone, the "little detective" was still urging eagerly.

"I'm here, Kudo, isn't it?"

Xin Haikong slid down the forum interface quickly, skipping the readers' screams and rainbow farts, and aimed directly at the latest comic series.

"Yes-"

"Kudou, please tell me in the shortest language the cause and effect, and where the bomb was placed?"

While talking on the phone, Shin Kaisora ​​turned his head to face the passenger who had been sitting next to him.

It was a young man who looked to be in his twenties, with flamboyant blond hair, outstanding facial features, and a typical foreigner appearance.

I don't know if it's okay to trouble the other party, but it's obviously too late now.

"Hello, can you please call the marshals for me?"

With the other hand that was not holding the phone, Xin Haikong took out the police officer's ID in his pocket. "I'm a police officer. There are very important things."

The blond young man was stunned for a moment, and his sky blue eyes took a deep look at the black-haired young man beside him.

"Do you understand?" Xin Haikong asked one more sentence to confirm the situation.

The blond young man nodded. After hesitating for a while, he got up and walked towards the front of the train.

Xin Haikong turned his gaze back, and the forum that began to slide down quickly finally slid to the part where the comics were serialized.

On the other end of the phone, Kudo Shinichi also began to stumblingly tell the story of the incident.

"I, I mean Conan, Conan and Mouri, Mr. and the others were riding back to Tokyo together, and saw a sneaky middle-aged man at the train station. He was holding a huge black box in his hand."

In the comics, Conan, who wanted to go to the toilet, was walking alone on the road and saw a middle-aged man with hunched back. The box also had black marks on his right hand.

"The Hattori contacted the Otaki Police Department and led someone to catch the man. That guy was a prisoner who had just been released from prison. According to the other party's account—"

Conan from the Manga Awards immediately called Hattori Heiji, who came to see them off, and the Otaki Police Department happened to be handling the case near the station.

"He has successfully planted a bomb on the last departing train!"

In the comics, the man showed a crazy smile, and the exaggerated smile took up the entire page.

Accompanied by the memory of the prisoner in a corner, a dark figure lingered in a certain compartment in the middle of the train. The familiar interior decoration made Xin Haikong sweat unconsciously.

Sure enough, on the next comic strip, the top carriage number seems to be -7!

Xin Haikong stood up from the chair, and the range of movements was so great that the people in the front and back seats turned their heads and looked at him in surprise.

"Officer Shinkai! Conan told me you were in that car too. The Otaki Police Department and the others were busy interrogating the prisoners. The latest news from Hattori is that the bomb was installed in the seventh carriage. Can you find where the bomb is located? The prisoner has been refusing to tell the time he set for the explosion!"

On the other end of the phone, Kudo Shinichi's voice became more and more impatient.

Xin Haikong strode to the front of the carriage and turned his head to look around the entire carriage.

There are twenty rows of chairs in the front and back, and if the time set for the bomb is sufficient, they should be able to find the bomb.

But what if the bomb was found!

He can't defuse bombs!

Last time at Tokyo Tower, it was Conan who was in charge of defuse the bomb from start to finish.

He was only in charge of being a vase by the side, using the terminology he heard from Matsuda Jinhei, and pretending to command it.

It's impossible for someone on the train to defuse the bomb just now, and I don't know how long it will be until the next station.

The blond man who ran to call the police happened to be walking back from the previous carriage, followed by a marshal.

The heights of the two were not much different, and the marshals stuck their heads out from behind the blond man without much effort, looking at Xin Haikong with a look of surprise and doubt.

Xin Haikong's gaze passed over the two of them and looked straight at the number plate at the front of the carriage where he was, with an Arabic numeral -7 deeply drawn in black.

!

The bomb was installed in the seventh carriage where he was! Conan's death halo radiation range is not so wide!

"Hello? Is it you—"

"I'm a policeman."

The black-haired young man's face was condensed, his voice was calm, and he stretched out his hand and unfolded a document, which clearly read - Tokyo Metropolitan Police Department Shinkai and Air Police.

The photos on the documents are in high spirits.

Xin Haikong approached the marshal's ear and lowered his voice.

"I received news from the Osaka police station that someone had planted a bomb in the seventh carriage."

The marshal, who was still looking at the documents seriously, raised his head in shock with an expression of disbelief.

Before the marshals were about to call out a "bomb" due to their excessive surprise, Xin Haikong made a prediction in advance, and quickly covered the other's mouth with his eyes and hands.

The carriage is so big, and once the passengers learn that there is a bomb in the carriage, the panic will quickly spread to the whole train, and everything will be out of control by then.

"Yes, bomb."

Xin Haikong turned to his side, motioned the marshals to enter the carriage, and grabbed the two flight attendants who were blocked by the three of them at the door of the carriage.

The young policeman was facing everyone, standing at the front of the carriage, unfolding his documents.

Say as loudly as possible:

"Everyone, I'm a police officer. I just received a tip that someone brought dangerous drugs into the car without permission. Please don't bring any luggage and leave this car in an orderly manner. The two flight attendants will take everyone to the back car."

"After the inspection, you will return to this carriage again."

The two flight attendants were dumbfounded, but because of the police officer's certificate held high by Xin Haikong, they still obeyed.

Fortunately, because of the working day, there were not many people on this carriage, and the crowd was evacuated quickly.

The blond man who had called the marshals before remained where he was.

"Thank you for your help, passenger, but now you can leave."

Xin Haikong politely thank you.

"It's okay, I think I can help." The blond man blinked, his blue pupils like glass beads looking straight at Xin Haikong.

Xin Haikong glanced at him suspiciously, but this foreign friend was very helpful.

"All right."

Xin Haikong ignored him, turned his head and explained to the marshals who were still shaking:

"From now on, we will check one side, luggage, parcels, cardboard boxes and even the back of the chair and the underside of the chair."

The marshal shook his head while shaking Sosuo, and he nodded deeply. It was obviously his composure, which really made Xin Haikong worry about whether this guy could complete this task.

"This gentleman, please help the marshals to check together."

The blond man nodded and followed behind the marshals.

Xin Haikong stepped forward to check the chair and luggage rack on the left.

He rang the phone that hadn't hung up, and stuffed it in the pocket of his down jacket.

"Officer Shinkai! Did you find the bomb?"

Xin Haikong's hands were freed, and while searching seriously, he took the time to reply to Kudo Shinichi:

"Not yet, can you help me contact the station? I want to know if this car can stop halfway."

"Officer, it shouldn't be possible."

The marshals also heard Xin Haikong's question, and while kneeling on the ground to see the situation under the chair, he blushed and explained:

"This car is now running on a shared track. In addition to the train from Osaka, there are many other places where cars will pass here. If we stop on the halfway, other trains need to stop as well. We need to be notified. There are too many trains, and everyone may not be able to stop all of them according to the original plan."

"How long is it from the nearest platform now?"

Xin Haikong raised his arm and glanced at his watch. Two fifteen.

The marshals probe glanced out the window.

"If the current speed is maintained, the nearest platform is still half an hour away."

Xin Haikong's heart was half cold. The prisoner's bomb won't necessarily leave you for another half hour.

"Officer Xinhai! I asked!"

The phone from Kudo came back with a reply:

"The police have notified all trains that will appear on the shared railway, but there is no guarantee that all trains will stop in time, which involves too much risk. It is better to dismantle the bomb directly. In addition, Xinhai police officer, I need to hang up, the police bomb disposal crew will be calling next."

After Kudo left the last sentence, the phone hung up.

The next second, a new call came in.

Xin Haikong reached into his pocket and connected the phone, still in the hands-free state by default.

"I really didn't expect that if I didn't see you for a while, I could get into trouble again."

A familiar voice came from the other end of the phone, and there was a deep concern hidden under the surface ridicule. I wonder if Matsuda Jinping noticed, but his voice was still trembling slightly.

He doesn't want to either! He's just sitting in a car!

There were only a few packages scattered on the shelf in front of him. He opened and checked each package one by one, and it was all ordinary luggage.

Xin Haikong's mood became impatient.

Where was the bomb placed?

"Officer!" A marshal's voice came from behind him, and the other party was already paralyzed on the ground, with a cold sweat on his face.

The outstretched right hand points straight down to a chair. "Fried, fried, fried-"

I couldn't understand the words for a long time.

"Bomb," added the blond youth beside him.

The other party's inorganic blue eyes stared at Xin Haikong.

Xin Haikong quickly turned around, lying on the ground and looking under the chair. It does have a black box inside.

"Have you found the bomb? Don't move! Take the bomb out slowly and steadily!"

According to Matsuda's words, Xin Haikong slowly stretched out his hand to get the bomb.

The muscles all over his body tensed, and he took out the black box at a very even pace.

"It's taken out."

"Remove the cover first, then describe the appearance."

Yes, remove the cover. But he has no tools!

Xin Haikong turned to look at the marshals.

His toes turned outward, as if he wanted to run outside once he regained his strength.

"Try this."

The blond man beside him handed over a peculiarly shaped screwdriver with a long handle. The head of the screw was not a common cross or a single character, but a long, protruding character and a short rice character at the top.

What kind of screwdriver was this, he had never seen it before.

But he didn't care much, and Xin Haikong started to remove the cover directly.

This was definitely the first bomb he had defused by himself. After planting so many bombs, he finally gave back.

His hands trembled slightly, but fortunately the four screws were not difficult to screw.

"It's dismantled? What's it like inside?"

Xin Haikong carefully removed the bomb's cover, revealing the core part inside.

What is this!

The young man's face was sluggish, his hand holding the lid was one step faster than his brain, and he closed the lid again—of course not the one that fits perfectly, just hanging on it.

Then remove the lid again.

Before Xin Haikong opened the lid, he actually had a little psychological expectation.

Most of the bombs that appear in Conan comics are relatively simple. Generally speaking, they are very common red and blue second-line bombs, as long as the thread is cut.

Although he can't defuse bombs, he has never eaten pork, and he has seen pigs run away.

Back when he was three years ago, Matsuda Jinpei barely taught him how to deal with the simplest bomb, the red and blue lines.

As long as the thread is cut, and there is also Matsuda's remote guidance, the success rate is guaranteed.

But the bomb in front of him was completely to the extent that nothing left of his psychological expectations with the Italian cannon.

Inside the 30 by 30 **** box, red, orange, yellow, green, blue, purple, black, gray, white, and ten-color threads are intertwined, like a giant rainbow lollipop.

What kind of nasty homemade earth bomb is this? Christmas present?

There's also a timer just above a bunch of lines, with half an hour left in the countdown displayed above.

Well, at least there is plenty of time. Although it was still too late for the bomb disposal police to get into the car.

"Did you take it apart? What's it like inside, and how many wires are there?" Matsuda asked when he heard the movement here.

With his five-point vision, it wasn't too difficult to pinpoint how many lines there were.

"Ten."

"Hey! You are still joking at such a time. Enough is enough."

Matsuda on the other end of the phone didn't seem to realize that Xin Haikong was not joking with him.

"Ten threads of different colors, all tangled together."

Xin Haikong calmed down inexplicably, and people can always be inspired by a little potential in extreme situations.

In the previous kidnapping, Xin Haikong twice thought that he was on the verge of death, and his psychological endurance had been greatly improved.

Although it is unlikely that Mount Tai will collapse without changing its color, at least in the face of being about to be killed by a bomb, it will not be too nervous.

"There's still half an hour left in the countdown. How about it, can it be dismantled?"

Xin Haikong is even in the mood to joke:

"Is there too many lines and don't know where to start?"

There was silence on the other end of the phone.

Matsuda Jinping is very aware of the level of the new sea and air. If it is a simple bomb, he may still be able to try it. After all, he has experienced it a few times.

But ten wires. At first glance, it is the bad taste of the criminal. They didn't know where the different lines were connected, which were smoke bombs, and which were real death knives.

Even for a real bomb cop, the first choice should be to transport the bomb to a safe place to detonate it, rather than risk detonating it.

Not to mention the new sea and air, which was originally half-baked.

It looks like it can't be dismantled.

Xin Haikong clapped the ash on his hands and stood up.

"If it can't be removed, then just tell the train to stop. Or we can try to transport the bomb away and detonate it?"

There are thousands of ways to solve the bomb, and it is impossible to find a way to defuse every bomb.

"Wait, there's a wire over there!"

The blond man on the side pointed his finger at the bottom of the black box, stopping Xin Haikong from trying to continue to move the box.

Wire?

Xin Haikong stood in front of the blond man, only to see a black line that was originally blocked by the black box.

The black line seems to be reserved for a certain length, so that the black box can be dragged, but the length is not enough to continue moving the black box.

It's dangerous, if you just move it a little more, the line is probably going to break.

The black line ran from the back of the black box to the corner of the carriage, buried in the floor.

Under the floor of the train would be—

Oops!

"Xin Haikong! Don't move the bomb yet!" Matsuda's roar sounded almost at the same time on the other side of the phone.

"The latest information from Osaka, the bomb is connected to the engine at the bottom of the train. Once the train stops or the bomb is removed, it will explode directly!"

Matsuda's voice was released, and everyone in the entire train car could hear it clearly.

The marshals have already been fighting, and their faces are as pale as snow.

"Police, police officer, what should we do then?"

Xin Haikong frowned, his teeth clenched his lower lip, and he stood there in deep thought.

The train compartment was extremely quiet, and they could even hear the countdown ticking by minute by minute.

The bomb couldn't be defused, and the car couldn't stop.

Do you really have to wait to die?

Xin Haikong is very aware of the limit of his ability. At first glance, this bomb is impossible for him to dismantle.

The bomb cannot be moved, so the bomb cannot leave the train.

The train could not stop, so the crowd could not evacuate.

The enormous power of the bomb is not just as simple as blowing up a car.

The shock wave it produces can shock the entire train.

So to stay on the train is to die.

If it wasn't for him to complain, this bomb is outrageous!

Why did the Shinigami primary school student encounter the red and blue second-line mentally retarded version of the bomb, and what he encountered was the ultimate evolutionary demon hell-level bomb.

Could it be possible to move everyone to the first six cars and then disconnect the connection between the cars, as in the movie?

Xin Haikong thought so, and murmured like this.

"No. Police officer, the EMU is a decentralized power system. In the running state, the carriages are automatically twisted. If you want to disconnect the carriages, you must stop first. And once the carriages are disconnected, the engine of No. 7 carriage should be It will stop."

The marshals obviously wanted to be more familiar with the operation of the train and rejected Xin Haikong's proposal.

Disconnecting is equivalent to engine stall, which explodes when the engine stalls.

So this way doesn't work.

What about changing one?

What if you reduce the speed of the train and then let the passengers on the train jump?

He glanced out the window. The chassis of the train was very high and had a certain distance from the ground. Even if he jumped off a tricycle and hit such a gravel ground, he would be injured.

If you can't jump out of the car, can you jump into another car?

Can they safely jump from one train to another?

Unlike ships, trains will collide due to pressure differences when they are side by side. Two trains running side by side will not have the danger of collision because of their inertia and the limitations of the rails.

And as long as their velocities remain about the same and the velocities are low enough, the pressure difference will be negligible. It's dangerous to go from one vehicle to another, but it's definitely doable.

But with only half an hour left, did the police really have time to call the nearest train here?

No matter, this is the only way!

Xin Haikong took out the phone and held it in his hand, and pushed the black box back to its original place.

"you-"

The blond man standing beside him let out an exclamation.

Xin Haikong raised his head and met the cold blue eyes of the other party.

This does not match what Xin Haikong just captured, the trace of anxiety leaked from the man's words.

Although the black-haired youth who was half-kneeling on the ground was in a very low position, the moment when his black eyes narrowed slightly, the aura that burst out should not be underestimated.

Even if it is low and high, it does not lose the wind in the slightest.

The blond man quickly adjusted his expression and asked thoughtfully, "Officer, aren't you disarming the bomb?"

Xin Haikong simply nodded.

"I can't defuse bombs. Could it be that you can?"

The blond man's expression finally revealed a gap, as if he did not expect a dignified policeman from Xinhaikong to speak like this.

He was choked abruptly.

This man who has been sitting next to him since he got in the car in Osaka is not easy.

He seemed to be approaching him on purpose, and his reaction when he saw the bomb was unreasonable, and that strange tool...

But now that it was too late to think about it, Xin Haikong told Matsuda Jinhei of his plan in the most concise words.

The other party soon received good news. There just happened to be a train on the other track, there was still a short distance from them, and they could catch up soon.

Time passed by minute by minute.

In order to facilitate the next action, Xin Haikong took the marshals to transfer the people in the second half of the train to the front cars one by one, so as to achieve the result that everyone stayed in the first two cars as much as possible.

If the bomb did explode, the first two carriages should be minimally affected.

Now, it all depends on what the police do next.