The Red Side is Always Blocking My Dog ​​leash

"pick one of two?"

Shiratori Ren Saburo repeated, and the bad premonition in his heart became stronger.

"It means that if I live, Kudo-kun will die, and if I die, he can live." Mr. A tried to cut the mess as quickly as possible, without giving these guys too much time to think, "I will choose one of you to make It's that simple to choose."

The latter one was added by himself.

"What are you kidding?" Yamada couldn't help shouting, "Isn't this just a disguised—"

Murder...?

Hagihara Kenji rarely showed a cold expression, anger rose in his heart, and there was a kind of sudden surprise.

It was waiting here.

Matsuda Jinping's face was also particularly ugly. He swept through the furnishings in the house and finally looked at the strange expression on the TV screen.

"Hey, are you listening?"

Obviously he doesn't want to choose either, and intends to find another way to directly negotiate and fight with the black man behind the scenes.

After all, he is a pleasure criminal who values ​​pleasure above everything else. If Matsuda Jinhei can come up with a proposal that interests him, maybe he will change his mind.

Success is possible, but failure is more likely. Although there are risks, this approach is the best option for them.

It's cruel to say that, but it's true.

If they follow the so-called rules of the game and choose one of the two hostages, the other will undoubtedly die because of them who made the choice.

So no choice is made, even if negotiations break down and all hostages die.

But it was the prisoner who made the act of killing, and all the blame was on the other side, and they would only feel guilty, ashamed that they couldn't think of a better way to save the hostages, instead of taking the guilt of murder on their backs.

Therefore, public opinion will not become a sharp knife to hurt people, and it will avoid receiving fierce public scolding.

Ordinary people choose the latter to seek advantages and avoid disadvantages, and subconsciously make a decision that does the least harm to themselves, while Matsuda Jinpei chose the latter because he did not want to see anyone die, and he would not consider what would happen after failure, just Do your best to make everything the best.

If the prisoner gave a life-for-life option at this time, he would definitely point the gun at himself without hesitation.

Not just him. Mr. A corrected silently, the police officer present, he could see the anger burning in the eyes of these people and the firmness without hesitation, their integrity and flawless souls were shining.

Because this is the second dimension, pure people are as ubiquitous as sand and stones, and even the whole world is extremely warm.

But Mr. A will not let things continue to develop as they think. Rather than betting the future on unknown possibilities, he has a more secure choice.

"No matter what you want to say, it's best not to continue." Jun A interrupted, he stood up from the **** chair and successfully made everyone focus on him, "It's me who is responsible for explaining the rules, Any questions can be answered by me."

Hagihara Kenji showed a spring breeze again: "Just leave everything to us, don't worry, you'll be fine, neither will Kudo-kun, trust us—"

"Please don't make a mistake." A-kun interrupted again, his eyes were cold, "I'm just maintaining the game order, and I hope you don't waste your time uselessly. When you step into this room, the countdown on Kudo-kun's side will stop. It has already started."

It was the first time that Hagihara Kenji's social skills had completely failed, and... he looked a little weird, and whispered to Matsuda Jinping beside him: "I can't understand the situation anymore..."

As one of the hostages, Mr. A didn't look like a hostage at all. Instead, he was still maintaining the game order, as if he couldn't wait for them to make a choice.

Shiratori Ren Saburo didn't care about the cold and violent thing before, and whispered his guess: "It's because I know that I won't die, that Kudo-kun is in a place we can't see, if we follow the rules of the game, we want to save Kudo Shin. One can only kill him. But none of us can do it, and in the end, only Kudo Shinichi will die.

If we ignore the rules and try to save both of them, it will give him the possibility of unexpected encounters. Therefore, for their own safety, they are so active in maintaining this game. "

Having said that, the young man in front of him suddenly looked disgusting.

Hagihara Kenji: "Anyway, we really don't have much time."

Yamada gritted his teeth, "Then what should we do?"

Makimura: "Although I know someone is watching, but the other party doesn't respond if they don't respond... Do you want to continue trying to negotiate?"

All in all to no avail.

Matsuda Jinping pinched his chin, his eyes were blocked by his sunglasses and he couldn't see his expression. But Mr. A always felt that he would suddenly attack and lead things in an uncontrollable direction.

"Who do you want to choose?" Qiu Zeyao decided to push the progress by himself. He looked at Mr. A not far away, and he saw himself in police uniform from the other side's field of vision. This feeling is very strange, " Don't you want to hurry up? Who do you want to pick?"

"Hey, Qiuzawa..." Yamada called his surname subconsciously, followed him a few steps forward, and could only see his back.

Maybe there is a way.

"You..." Mr. A said, this is a long-planned plan, I don't know if this counts as suicide or not. He smiled a little, and it was still amazing how he felt talking to himself.

"Choose one of the two, Mr. Officer, me, or Kudo-kun?"

Qiu Ze Yao's answer was to raise the gun.

Where's the gun from? No one in the explosives disposal class is armed.

Shiratori Ren Saburo subconsciously touched his waist, the holster was empty, and his face instantly turned green, "Wait, you—"

"Akizawa!" Hagihara Kenji widened his eyes.

Qiu Zeyao lifted the gun and pulled the trigger in a split second. He was already fast, but the bullet he expected to shoot was still in the gun.

Shiratori Ren Saburo's gun is an S&W revolver, and its revolver is now clasped by one hand.

Matsuda Jinhei, who had prevented a murder, spoke in a very calm tone, like a silent sea, and I don't know when there will be stormy waves.

"What do you want to do?"

Qiu Zeyao's glass-like eyes reflected his ugly face, and the white-haired youth calmly said, "Choose one of the two."

Kill, save.

In terms of melee Qiu Ze Yao's strength is not far from Matsuda Jinping, if he suddenly attacks now, the probability of success is about 80% or more, but he does not want to attack Matsuda Jinping.

Matsuda Jinping didn't find any emotion other than calm in his eyes. The shooting action was real, and the killing intent was also real. If he hadn't vaguely noticed that Qiu Zeyao was wrong, he had been paying attention to the other party. Now he is in the room. There will be someone who gets shot.

What's the reason for doing this?

Could it be that Shiratori Ren Saburo did not know whether it was true or false reasoning that made him make such a decision?

It's so ridiculous.

Hagihara Ken was at a loss for words: "Hello..."

Yamada couldn't believe it: "Just kidding."

Shiratori Ren Saburo was even more mad: "Don't let him shoot. Do you want to go to prison?"

Matsuda Jinping squeezed out two words from his teeth: "Explain, explain."

Qiu Ze Yao did not expect this failure, and did not think of any good countermeasures during this time. Facing Matsuda Jinping's questioning, he: ...

"because…"

"Because I want him to do this." A-kun decided to find a different way. The icy mask before was shattered at this moment, and he showed a helpless smile, "Please, I know this request is too much. But please, Kudo-kun is a cute and smart person. Good boy, not like me. I am willing, so… can you kill me?"

Everyone was shocked by the unexpected development.

Matsuda Jinping was stunned for a moment, Qiu Zeyao took the opportunity to pull the revolver out of his hand, without even aiming, and fired the shot at will.

The gunpowder gas rushes out of the muzzle and is thrown along with the bullet casing. The bullet leaves a vague trace on the retina. This process takes less than a second, but it is extremely long.

The **** boy on his chest opened his eyes slightly, but then he laughed. Soon his body fell backwards and fell into the arms of the murderer who was running towards him.

Qiu Ze Yao put one hand around his shoulder, knelt on the ground, lowered his head, and his face was blocked by broken white hair. His voice was still calm: "Where is Kudo Shinichi?"

A four-digit room number appeared on the screen.

Matsuda Jinping tutted, and opened the door first and walked out. Yamada and Makimura were also at a loss for this, but instinctively followed, and went to the room where Kudo Shinichi was.

Hagihara Kenji stepped forward without saying a word and pressed the wound that was oozing blood.

Shiratori Ren Saburo was still immersed in the shock of his colleague killing with his own gun, and squatted down with his head in pain.

On the other side of the screen, I wonder if anyone is applauding and laughing for this scene.

"I didn't know you still had such accurate marksmanship." Hagihara Kenji said, only to realize that his voice was like dry branches.

Purple pupils met blue, Qiu Ze Yao lowered his head again, "Now you know."

The blood flower that opened in the heart was suppressed by a pair of hands.

"I won't go to see you in prison." Hagihara Kenji paused, "Xiao Zhenping will definitely beat you, and so will I."

Qiu Zeyao: "Maybe I don't have to go to prison?"

"Do you expect us to hide this matter? Even if I agree, the police officer Shiratori who was taken away with the gun by you won't agree."

Shiratori rushed over like Saburo, pressed Qiu Zeyao to the ground, punched his face first, and then suppressed his anger and said, "What are you kidding? What are you kidding! Are you doing this to the police? What? No. 1 in the **** police academy, if the teacher who taught you gun skills knew what you did, he would definitely want to kill you personally!"

"Are you worthy of the oath you made when you joined the company, and this Asahi shadow?"

The cherry blossom coat of arms on the left chest was pinched and deformed, and Shiratori Ren Saburo grabbed his clothes and pulled him up from the ground and punched him again.

The white-haired police officer who was punched twice turned his neck and confronted Shiratori Ren Saburo. Suddenly, a smile appeared. His cold and sharp aura disappeared from him. His eyes were still like the clear sky, and he replied softly, "Of course. ."

Do not be afraid of any event, not hated by anyone, and perform your police duties with your own conscience, impartiality, fairness and justice.

He has not experienced the oath of employment, and this text was only seen later. But as a police officer Qiusawa Yao, his actions will never be worthy of the cherry blossoms in the police manual.

This is a sacred and great profession, Qiu Ze Yao has always thought so.

He rolled his eyes and looked at Kenji Hagihara, who had an obscure expression: "The person who was hit in the heart won't survive no matter what, Officer Hagihara, rather than wasting time doing pointless things, it's better to go and see Officer Matsuda—"

His face was punched to the side, Qiu Zeyao coughed, blood dripping down the corner of his mouth on the ground.

Please, why do you have to punch in the face, your teeth will fall out. Before the next one kissed his cheek with an angry fist, Qiu Zeyao finally couldn't help raising his hand to block it.

One minute…

The fastest way to get to Kudo Shinichi from here is about 40 seconds. The system of the bomb is no different from the previous one. If Matsuda Jinping did it, it only took half a minute to get it done.

So, the countdown is up.

Ten, nine, eight...

Qiu Zeyao tried to raise the corners of his lips, but his swollen face made him give up this plan, and finally said helplessly, "Officer Shiratori, I can understand your anger, but I just did what I thought was right, man. There should be more understanding between people, don't you think so?"

"I will never agree with a person like you!" Shiratori Ren Saburo growled, his eyes brightened with intense anger, "I won't understand a murderer either!"

three…

The newly appointed police department grabbed the young man's wrist with his backhand and folded it hard.

two…

Qiu Zeyao took a deep breath in pain, and subconsciously stretched out his other hand to stop his inhumane behavior towards his joints.

one…

Shiratori Ren Saburo raised his fist high, his body turned sideways, his muscles were tense, and he obviously used all his strength in this punch.

hum—

The buzzing of the mobile phone sounded like a loud noise in the silence, and Shiratori Ren Saburo was distracted for a moment. Although the momentum on his fist was greatly reduced, hitting Qiu Ze Yao's abdomen still distorted his expression.

"Gum-"

"Stop!" Hagihara Kenji's voice sounded only half a step slower.

The blue eyes like a clear sky filled with water mist, and the white-haired police officer complained weakly: "You did it on purpose..."

Hagihara Kenji was noncommittal, his face was not very good-looking.

"I'm still angry now."

He left this sentence, leaned over and picked up the boy smoothly, and quickly ran out of the room.

Shiratori Ren Saburo froze in place, overwhelmed by this strange development. He lowered his head and saw Qiu Ze Yao who was smiling silently. Because of the swollen face of the other party, the smile was slightly deformed.

"What's the meaning?"