How Real Wine Became the Light of the Metropolitan Police

Matsuda Jinping scribbled his apron on the cooking table, rushed out of Poirot Cafe, rushed to the side of the road in one breath, and reached out to stop a taxi.

Before the others got into the back seat, they shouted, "Go to the Tokyo Metropolitan Police Department."

"Huh?" Why are there still people taking taxis to the Metropolitan Police Department these days? Is this to report? The driver in the front seat glanced back suspiciously.

The blond young man who got into the car had a fierce face, his purple-gray eyes were full of anger, and there were dots of red stains on his neck and the upper part of his white shirt, like blood splattered in a mess.

The driver started the car with trembling hands, glanced at the rear-view mirror from the corner of his eye, only to see that the blond young man in the back seat answered a call with an increasingly fierce expression, and shouted into the phone, "...kill you!"

He was so frightened that he accidentally released the clutch, the whole car turned off, the car jerked forward and stopped in place.

Matsuda frowned, glanced suspiciously at the driver in the front seat, and ignored it.

On the contrary, the driver was so frightened by this fluttering glance that he wanted to call the police immediately, but the place where the big brother in the back seat wanted to go was the Metropolitan Police Department. Shouldn't he turn himself in after killing someone...

The middle-aged driver, who cherished his life, hurriedly started the car and wanted to fly to the Metropolitan Police Department immediately.

Matsuda in the back seat just received a call from someone who was extremely unreliable at the same time.

At that time, with his trust and cooperation in the same period, he reluctantly reluctantly gave up the task of rescuing Xin Haikong to that guy. He disguised himself as a fake "Amuro Toru" and went to the cafe to serve dishes. Guy's phone, waiting to hear from them.

I waited until the sun was setting and the sky was getting dark, but I couldn't wait. In my imagination, the black-haired young man who should slowly appear from the street corner and walk into the cafe step by step.

Every second he waited, his heart was repeatedly tormented. He wanted to call to ask about the specific situation, but he was afraid of disturbing their rescue, but he didn't call, and there was always no news from the other end.

Until he struggled until it was half an hour before the end of get off work, Matsuda finally couldn't bear to rush out of the coffee shop and rushed into the taxi on the side of the road.

At this time, he received a call from Amuro, who told him that he had been rescued, but he accidentally forgot to notify himself. Is this something that can be easily forgotten?

Matsuda clenched the phone in his hand and let out a curse.

Suddenly there was a different voice on the other end of the phone. "Songtian, I'm fine." A gentle and clear voice sounded slowly, making people speechless.

Matsuda lowered his head and muttered in a low voice, "You bastard—"

"Hurry back to the Metropolitan Police Department. Mr. Amuro and I are at the entrance of the Metropolitan Police Department and are planning to enter."

"Well... No!" Matsuda just wanted to respond, but suddenly remembered something, lowered his head to look at the messy shirt on his body, and tugged at his dyed blonde hair angrily, "Give your phone to the guy next to you first. guy!"

Xin Haikong heard the words, paused, seemed to have guessed something, smiled and handed the phone back to Amuro.

Amuro glanced at him in surprise, and put the phone to his ear—

The huge male voice almost deafened his ears.

"You bastard! Hurry up and exchange it for me! I don't want to carry this bird's nest into the Metropolitan Police Department!"

Anshi lowered his head and glanced at the clothes on his body, raised his hand and touched the face covered with the disguise material, and laughed sullenly.

Half an hour later, two black-haired youths walked side by side into the gate of the Tokyo Metropolitan Police Department.

·

Matsuda took off his disguise and dyed his hair back to the investigation class with Shinkai.

The evidence that could have confirmed the suspected murder of Xin Hai and Air was overturned one by one, the surveillance video was re-examined, and the hotel security and staff were also forced to undergo a secondary investigation by the police. The interpersonal relationship of the deceased became the focus of the next round of police investigation. How to solve the case in the future, and who the real murderer is, these are the questions that the search class needs to think about.

Xin Haikong, who was cleaner than snow, was soon acquitted and could return to his home happily.

He got into Matsuda's car, pretended to be tired and leaned on the passenger seat to close his eyes. In fact, this is just to block Matsuda's upcoming preaching.

Matsuda probably also saw through Xin Haikong's trick, frowned and glanced at the latter, and turned on the car radio without hesitation.

An excited female voice came from the car radio: "At 4 o'clock this afternoon, a large illegal pharmaceutical factory on the outskirts of our city was investigated by the police. It is reported that the pharmaceutical factory manufactured and sold illegal drugs in the name of pharmaceuticals. The police department, May I ask if you succeeded in destroying this den?"

Den?

Xin Haikong raised a bit of interest, sat up straight from the passenger seat, looked at the car radio, and asked in a low voice, "What kind of den did the police destroy?"

"Don't you know?" Matsuda turned up the radio's voice a little bit, stared at the road ahead, and asked in a calm tone.

Should he know?

Xin Haikong frowned and thought for a while, suddenly remembering that the rum he knocked down was driven as if it were a pharmaceutical factory.

But wasn't Amuro Toru the one who came to save him? According to his speculation, it should be the public security who did it?

"That guy didn't want to reveal his identity, not only exchanged appearances with me, but also disguised all the police officers present as police officers."

hiss-

Isn't that...

"The cause of the incident is very complicated. Our police were unfortunately provoked by criminals during the normal driving process, and one of the young police officers was accidentally kidnapped." A strong male voice changed on the radio, which sounded to be in his 30s or 40s .

"After this incident, the Metropolitan Police Department was deeply shocked and decided to save the young policeman at all costs. Fortunately, the policeman was equipped with a small signal receiver, and we quickly located the hostage's location,"

Equipped with a small signal receiver should be the handcuffs he was wearing at the time. This is not the treatment of the police, but the treatment of criminal suspects. Besides, his handcuffs had already been removed when he was surrounded.

People from the Metropolitan Police Department are not very good at finding people, but their nonsense skills are top-notch. Xin Haikong twitched the corners of his mouth, a little helpless.

"We dispatched the SAT special raid unit of the Security Department, and when we rescued the hostages, we unexpectedly discovered the prisoner's pharmaceutical den, so we destroyed this den by the way..."

"Mr. Police Officer, you guys are really great!" The radio was replaced by a female voice who kept bragging.

Xin Haikong probably figured out the situation. In order not to reveal his identity in front of Rum, Amuro had specially arranged for the public security to disguise himself as a police officer to attack Rum's stronghold.

They pushed the whole thing to the provocation of the police by the underground organization, and the public security's siege and suppression of the Rum stronghold was a special operation carried out by the Metropolitan Police Department to rescue Xinhaikong. At the same time, they also asked the Metropolitan Police Department to cooperate in issuing press release.

The Metropolitan Police Department is like this, obviously doing nothing, but a big credit from the sky.

And poor Rum, shouldn't he put the pot on the Metropolitan Police Department, who has nothing to do with him...

Isn't the Metropolitan Police Department going to help his good big brother take the blame?

Thinking of this, Xin Haikong couldn't help laughing.

"What are you laughing at?" Matsuda in the driver's seat controlled the car to stop slowly in front of the red light, and asked sullenly.

"No, so the person who rescued me was actually the police, right?" Xin Haikong unconsciously pinched his hand on the seat belt and asked back.

"After all, there is no signal receiver at all, and the monitoring investigation is also suspended halfway. Only that guy knows where you are." Matsuda frowned and responded in a low voice.

His voice was a little low, and Xin Haikong could probably understand his emotions.

"So can we hurry up to eat? I'm really hungry. I haven't eaten anything today except a little porridge in the morning."

·

Xin Haikong touched his stomach and lay on the soft sofa.

Matsuda has gone home, and Toru Amuro, who is next door, hasn't come back for some reason. He is more or less bored now.

That being the case, it is better to see how the forum is progressing. He is still looking forward to it this time.

Landlord: [Top] "The Arrested Police Officer Is Right Down" Xin Haikong's life hangs by a thread! Woohoo!

Monkey Mountain King: Ahhhhh! I haven't seen it, really? Did something happen to my brother? Wasn't he going to be rescued last episode? how come!

New concept love: no, no, calm down. Front row reminder, not dead. Brother Kong was saved again, but the one who saved him...

The working emperor is in the winery: I'm here, the one who rescued Brother Kong is called Malt. What do you think when you see this name?

When did the Metropolitan Police go out of business: M? I don't believe it, it must be another smoke bomb released by the old thief. This wave is definitely not M, I bet M still doesn't know where it is. There is a high probability that this Malt is an undercover agent of which organization, maybe the Metropolitan Police Department.

Heilonghui: But why is he named Malt so coincidentally, and... look at his behavior, when Kong Ge was kidnapped, he stepped forward to save people, and in front of Amuro Toru, he said that he was Malt, The camouflage that is very familiar with Yi Rong and can see through the child at a glance, isn't this the characteristic of M?

Amber River: Yea! We have discussed before that M wants to bribe Brother Kong, but his attitude towards Brother Kong has always been very fascinated. He neither wants him to be good, nor does he want him to die. Isn't this very in line with Malt's actions this time? And where is there such a good mix under Rum, this Malt can mix in smoothly, if it weren't for M, I really can't think of a second person.

Overhead Milk Tea Hot Pot: I'm sorry, I just paid special attention to what Malt and Touko said. Does M really tell others his identity so frankly? [attached]

Xin Haikong clicked on the picture, it was the picture when the person lowered his head to announce his name, it was heavily shadowed, and the normal curvature of the corners of his mouth was twisted into a dark smile. At first glance, it seems that it is really a big boss behind the scenes.

Fifth Division Captain: Yes. Really M is the kind of person who will blatantly tell you his identity, and you will never suspect him. Even if he kills himself in front of you, you will treat him as your best friend.

Xiao Tao: Ah! Yes!

The working emperor is in the winery: No... What strange things are being said upstairs. Malt's smile is a little creepy, but isn't this the old thief's normal operation? The original normal people are drawn into terrifying characters, and the contrast will be great when the truth is revealed. To be honest, I don't think this new guy looks bad.

Jin Tianyi: At this stage, there are three characters who are related to M. They are Xin Haikong, who is suspected but has been ruled out, a winery member whose code name is Malt, and Matsuda Jinping, whose surname is also M. There is a high probability that the old thief will choose one of these three people. If you all think that the person codenamed Malt is not M, then who is the real M?

Super high school-level detective: Upstairs, the old thief did not clearly state that he would be chosen among these three people. In fact, only Shinkai and Malt were officially on the stage, and Matsuda Jinping was just the inference of everyone on the forum. And Xin Haikong should have been confirmed that it is not M himself, I feel that he may withdraw from the three-choice choice. Just think about the old thief's choice of three, which time did you rule out one of the suspects before the choice started?

Brother Miaomu: I agree with this point. This time, Brother Kong was first framed for murder, then kidnapped and his life was hanging by a thread. If it wasn't for the timely shot by Malt, Brother Kong would really die. M couldn't have put himself in such danger. I feel that Brother Kong is likely to be targeted by M, a victim.

Green sea: Brother Kong should be the smoke bomb released by the old thief. He almost died! At this time, no one should doubt Kong Brother anymore. In my mind, he has long since withdrawn from the three-choice one. However, I feel that M should have some kind of relationship with Kong Ge, and M's candidates may not all appear, and Matsuda Jinping is still very doubtful. Later, I may insert a piece of Kong Ge's past to help everyone determine M's true identity.

Wow! Has everyone on the forum excluded him from M membership?

Xin Haikong couldn't help laughing. Unexpectedly, the bitter meat plan this time worked so well, but the unexpected appearance of Jin Tian Yuan Er succeeded him.

No wonder he went back to the past and didn't choose to kill the guy directly after experiencing this time on the verge of death.

To die and then to live.

The second shot by Jin Tianyuan made the readers on the forum convinced of the identity of his victim.

pretty good.

But... his eyes fell on one of the speculations, and he frowned thoughtfully.

M must choose one of the three. Since everyone has tacitly agreed that he has withdrawn from the competition, they have to find two more newcomers. It shouldn't matter to borrow Matsuda's reputation for a while. one left…

The last one should be the one who must bear the blame for him, and is the "real" M. What kind of person should I choose to be the real M?

He had to go back to four years ago in order to complete all this. But then there is a deadlock - how can he go back to four years ago?

His first backtrack was during his kidnapping, triggering a plot node when he mistakenly thought he was about to die. The second retrospective is the haunted house. When he knelt on the ground and pressed the wound of Atobu Jingwu, the plot node was triggered.

Plot node, what is it?

Xin Haikong turned the forum to the top, staring blankly at the cartoon above.

The plot node, whose node is it, is it his node? No, the system once said that these nodes are fixed, and even if he doesn't kill them, these nodes still exist. It shows that this node is not for him, but for something beyond him.

and many more!

The first retrospective is to go back to the bombing and kidnapping of Jintian Yuanyi three years ago. This plot was drawn into the comics.

The second retrospective is actually in line with Amuro Toru's recollection of the scene of the year, and this plot was also drawn into the comics.

Therefore, the plot node is the plot node of the comic. If he wants to trigger this kind of node, he must let the logic of the comic develop to that step.

It developed to... Everyone began to doubt Malt's identity, whether he was Zhufu Jingguang, and whether Zhufu was not dead yet and was rescued by someone.

Xin Haikong sat up straight with excitement, his eyes lit up.

He clearly deduced the identity of Zhu Fu Jingguang, but did not trigger the node, because the node is for the plot, not for him. So just his reasoning is useless. The readers on the forum did not guess that Malt is the scene of the scene, and cannot trigger the plot node.

Only by letting the "plot", or the readers on the forum deduce the identity of Zhu Fu Jingguang, can the node be triggered, and he can go back to four years ago and plan all this.

I see.

He knew what to do next.

·

The night is getting darker.

The blond man hurriedly walked into a brightly lit hospital and went straight to the elevator. There was no one in the hallway with the flickering white lights, and all the doors of the wards on both sides were closed.

After walking for a long time, he ran into a male nurse with a medical record book.

Amuro lowered his head and glanced at the phone in his hand. After he and Matsuda changed identities, he received an email from Rum almost as soon as his forefoot had dried his hair. This old guy's stronghold had just been destroyed, and he hurriedly asked him to meet again.

I just don't know why, this guy's appointment this time turned out to be a hospital. Amuro Tou would think of the nurse he had just met, and his heart tightened. Could this be a hospital controlled by an organization? This hospital seems to have been operating in Tokyo for decades. If it is really a hospital controlled by the organization, the organization's hand is likely to stretch farther than he imagined.

He stopped in front of the target ward, prepared himself mentally, and knocked on the door of the ward lightly.

The door was opened from the inside, and the first thing he saw was a strong man in black with a plaster cast on his left wrist and his right hand hanging around his neck. There were still minor scratches on his face, but the most serious injuries were It should be two arms.

hiss-

The public security has played a bit too much. Even Rum's bodyguard was seriously injured, so Rum himself...

He slowly raised his head and looked into the room, only to see Rum lying on his back on the luxurious hospital bed, his face ashen, with thick bandages all over his body from shoulders to chest to waist, and even the most seriously injured abdomen was covered with thick bandages The thick bandage is still red with blood. The overly heavy bandage was like a new piece of clothing, covering him so tightly that he didn't even need a hospital gown.

This, cough, the injury is very serious.

Did the wind see them being so energetic?

Amuro Toru forcibly held back the smile that was about to come out, and made a difficult appearance. He feels that his acting skills will be used in this life.

The blond young man trotted forward, his purple-gray eyes were full of worry, and he said in a low voice, "Sir, are you alright?"

Rum, who was lying on the hospital bed, tried to suppress the anger in his heart, but was unsuccessful. With one hand, he swept the plain vase on the bedside table, along with the mobile phone that was listening to the police radio, to the ground, cracking and smashing the floor.

What a ghost.

Just as he hid in the underground passage, the underground passage was blown up by those stinky policemen.

Countless rubble mixed with dust fell from the ceiling, sealing the small underground passage tightly. He was hit in the chest by a whole wall panel, and a steel bar was swept all the way from his chest to Xiasanlu. After being rescued by his subordinates, he was directly sent to the hospital for emergency treatment.

Those cops!

Rum squeezed the quilt in his hand, wishing to tear the duvet into several pieces. Those stinky cops are still being interviewed by the radio station with their faces on their faces! Why is there a signal receiver on the **** cop! He has obviously blocked the signal near the factory. What kind of high-tech can bypass his shielding device and transmit the signal.

Is it really high tech, or...

"Come here!" Rum raised his eyes, glanced coldly at Amuro, and said without hesitation.

Amuro felt bad to himself. He had already sensed that Rum's mood was not right today. Although this guy has always been impatient, this time it was a little too exaggerated. As if he was really stimulated by something.

He had completely left the blame to the people from the Metropolitan Police Department, and "Amuro Toru" had also been obediently staying in Poirot to work, which had nothing to do with today's events. Even if Rum had doubts, he probably wouldn't suspect him. And this whole logic line of dumping the pot is very reasonable.

Rum kidnapped a policeman first. It is normal for a police officer to have a locator on his body. It is also normal for the Metropolitan Police Department to follow the locator to find Rum's stronghold.

But after all, Rum is the second-in-command of the organization. After so many years of mixing, his IQ is higher than that of normal people. Even if he didn't find any clues, he only had doubts, and he would take direct action.

Amuro Toru walked in a few steps, only one step away from Rum. His fingers dangling beside his trousers moved slightly.

"I remember...you and that smelly policeman are neighbors, right?"

His fingers tightened sharply, grabbed the seam of his pants, and released them in time. An Shitou pretended to be stunned for a moment, and then asked after a while, "Stinky policeman? Do you mean the policeman who lives next door to me?"

Rum glanced at him blankly and nodded.

"Ah, it's the neighbor, what's wrong? Do you need me to spy on him?"

"Almost. I want you..." Rum reached out and grabbed Amuro's arm, a smile appeared on his face, and his fingers were pinched tightly. "Kill him and come back with his body, or your body."