MTL - How Real Wine Became the Light of the Metropolitan Police-Chapter 51 Invasion

In the huge and high-tech mobile phone store, rows of mobile phones are neatly displayed in the display cabinet under the bright lights.

"Hello sir, would you like to see our latest model?"

The salesperson took out a black touch-screen mobile phone from the display cabinet for the first time.

I have to mention that Conan is probably because the serialization time is too long. Obviously, the main line timeline is only half a year. The update iterations on mobile phones, computers, and even high-speed trains and other technological equipment are trying to be consistent with the real world. This also makes the world full of divisions.

For example, Xinhaikong used to use old-fashioned flip phones all the time. When I went to buy mobile phones, the entire counter, except for the old ones, was all the latest touch-screen phones.

"This is the best-selling model at present, and the sales volume ranks first in the whole store!" The salesperson's face was about to bloom.

How can the sales of the latest models rank first? Is it pre-sale?

However, there is no need to struggle so much with the salesman's words.

Xinhaikong's requirements for mobile phones have never been so high. He took the smartphone provided by the salesman and fiddled with it a few times. He felt that it was easy to use, so he decided to pay for it.

Matsuda is also a person who is too lazy to delay, and has no intention of persuading Xin Haikong to take a look.

It takes less than ten minutes for two straight men to buy things, which is a little faster than Xin Haikong picking out peaked caps in the store.

With a smile on his face, the sales clerk helped the two handsome, but unfortunate, takeovers pack their phones.

This mobile phone is indeed the one with the highest configuration among all mobile phones, but it is also the one with the most inflated price and the lowest price-performance ratio.

She watched the younger black-haired man swipe the bank card without blinking, and in a trance, she heard the sound of commission falling into her pocket.

"What's next? Going to eat?"

Matsuda took out his phone and fiddled around, searching for nearby restaurants.

"Wait, I have to get a new phone card too."

Xinhaikong directly took the phone out of the package, held it in his hand, put the rest of the charging cable, warranty book, etc. back in, and stuffed it into the wide pocket of the down jacket.

"Sir, there is a doo right across the street."

The salesperson was very satisfied with the behavior of the two customers sending money, and after listening to their conversation, pointed out the way for them.

Xin Haikong glanced up, and across the transparent glass wall of the mobile phone store, he did see the huge red sign of doo directly opposite.

There was so much money in his account that he couldn't spend it all, and he quickly replaced himself with a calling card with extremely abundant data and talk time. Of course the number is still the same.

As soon as the mobile phone with the SIM card is turned on, the ding dong ding dong prompt sound keeps ringing.

The two icons of the mobile phone and the text message have a lot of small red dots that are killing obsessive-compulsive disorder.

Xin Haikong had a hunch that Jinjiu was likely to contact him via text message, so he didn't dare to click on the text message icon in front of Matsuda, but just clicked on the phone's icon and took a look.

A series of missed calls at the top were all from Matsuda Jinping.

He raised his head with a guilty conscience and glanced at Matsuda secretly, the other party looked at him expressionlessly, his eyes dark.

"Have you lost your phone, you know..."

Xin Haikong explained in a weak voice, and quickly dimmed the lit mobile phone screen.

Out of the corner of his eye, he caught a glimpse of a missed call at the bottom of the screen. The number was from Gin.

Xin Haikong's heart trembled.

Unexpectedly, Jin Jiu would call him too, I wonder if Matsuda saw it.

It shouldn't matter even if he sees it. Fortunately, he didn't remark the name of the gin, just a string of ordinary numbers.

"Wait," Matsuda stopped him, pinched his arm, and looked at him darkly.

Xin Haikong was so frightened that the whole person shuddered with cold sweat running down his back, but he quickly turned this nervousness into the appearance of being frightened by Matsuda's sudden action, and in turn accused the other party aggressively:

"What are you doing, so rash."

Seeing Xin Haikong's reaction, Matsuda frowned, but didn't say anything, just asked:

"Make my number the first contact."

Xin Haikong raised his head in confusion, his eyes widened.

"Huh? Why?"

"Because some people are involved in the case every three days, they are either debunking bombs, or being held hostage or kidnapped. It's better to set the emergency alarm button to my phone number. I don't want to rush over there alone. Be a hero."

Matsuda yin and yang complained strangely, and his face was still so lukewarm.

"Okay."

Xin Haikong bowed his head obediently, and subconsciously put the phone upright to operate. After finishing the setting, he quickly and repeatedly pressed the power button five times in front of Matsuda Jinping. Within a few seconds, the phone in Matsuda's pocket also rang.

Matsuda's brows stretched a little, "Also, remember to save the phone number of the Metropolitan Police Department's Search Division."

"I know, I know." Xin Haikong lowered his head and asked, "What shall we eat at night? Will the generous police officer Songtian invite his juniors to dinner? The juniors want delicious food."

"The generous police officer Matsuda will invite the younger generation to eat the big fist of the casserole. Would you like to try it?"

A smirk appeared on Matsuda Jinping's face, and he stretched out his hand to squeeze the back of Xin Haikong's neck.

·

Xin Haikong, the big fist of the casserole, didn't eat it, and Matsuda finally paid for it out of his own pocket and took him to a nearby kaiseki restaurant.

To be honest, the taste is not very good, it is not as good as a bowl of ramen on the street. However, due to Matsuda Jinping's fist and wallet, Xin Haikong stayed there obediently and finished the meal.

After the meal, Matsuda took him back to the apartment as diligently as an old hen with cubs, staring at Xin Haikong with menacing eyes as he entered the door.

"Starting from tomorrow morning, I will come and pick you up every day to pick you up for work. If I see you hanging out on the street alone..."

Matsuda's voice didn't fluctuate at all, making Xin Haikong's heart tremble when he heard it.

"Do you want to be so troublesome?"

It has been confirmed that the kidnapping was done by Osamu Dazai. This guy is now in Yokohama, and he should not be harassing him again in a short time.

But Matsuda and Toru Amuro seem to think that Shinkai has been targeted by some terrible organization and will soon be in danger again. Now staring at him every day is like an old mother staring at her uneasy child, worrying about her child being abducted and sold all day long.

"I hope the Xinhai police officer still remembers how someone was kidnapped before."

Matsuda's black eyes were disturbing in the dim light of the living room. The threat implied in his tone made Shinkai quickly understand what Matsuda meant.

"Okay, okay, I will never run out without permission," Xin Haikong reluctantly compromised.

"Cough," Matsuda said unnaturally when he saw the young man's depressed expression, "Are you going to the playground on the weekend? I heard from a female colleague that there are special Christmas events there."

Eh?

Xin Haikong raised his eyebrows.

Matsuda's active invitation?

"Go." Xin Haikong's eyes lit up, "It's been a long time since I went out to play."

Since the last unfortunate incident at the hot spring hotel, he has been spinning around, and it has really been too long since he had a good time to relax.

"That's fine, I'm leaving." Matsuda waved his hand, strode out of the door, and helped Xin Haikong to close the door with a bang.

The next second after Matsuda Jinpei left, Xin Haikong's face instantly sank.

He walked to the security door and reached out to rub the handle on the back of the door.

After receiving the news of going on a business trip to Osaka, he did not leave unprepared.

There are too many secrets in him, and naturally he is very afraid of the clues left in the room that he has not had time to discover.

He didn't know whether Amuro really trusted him completely, and he wasn't sure what the previous Akai Hideo meant to him.

These two people are unscrupulous people to achieve their goals, and they may sneak into his home to search at any time.

Especially Amuro Toru, the reason why Xin Haikong went to Osaka was because of the suggestion made by the other party to the Ministry of Public Security. Who knows if this guy will take the opportunity to enter his room and search for things that he didn't find in front of him last time.

The apartment he was in was on a high floor, and all the windows were facing out. If anyone wanted to sneak in, the only way to go is through the door.

For the sake of safety, and in order for him to know whether anyone has come in, he designed triple insurance for his door.

The first layer of protection is to connect the lock cylinder of the door and a nail on the outside with a silk thread that is translucent and easily broken. If someone pushes the door or prys the door from the outside, the silk thread will break.

If ordinary people enter, they will not pay too much attention to the silk thread outside the door, and the result is that the silk thread will break.

On the contrary, if they are conscientious people, they will be very sensitive to this thread.

Someone attentive and caring enough to spot the thread while standing outside the door will do everything they can to make sure it stays in place.

Such protection will not appear abrupt at the door of Xinhaikong's home. He is now a policeman targeted by "underworld forces", and it is completely understandable to take some measures to protect himself.

The second layer of protection is also on the door. Xin Haikong inserted a small refill in the lock cylinder. If you want to pry the door and come in, the other party will definitely find the refill inserted in the lock cylinder.

A person with a heart will not only restore the thin line, but of course the pencil lead will also be restored.

Just now, when Matsuda Jinping sent Xin Haikong back, he noticed that the thin wire still maintained its original appearance, and that there was indeed a refill inserted in the lock cylinder.

In front of Matsuda Jinping, he pulled out the refill, tucked it into the palm of his hand, and pretended to be natural and self-satisfied, showing off to Matsuda the anti-theft facility he had set up for himself. And successfully got a pair of eyes from the other side.

In fact, he was secretly rubbing the refill in his hand.

It was not an ordinary pencil lead, and Xin Haikong drew a line with his fingernail two-thirds of the way.

And now, two-thirds of the refill still has a small bar as before.

No one should have been there.

Xin Haikong was relieved at the time.

But this breath came when he entered the door, turned around to confirm the position of the door handle, and raised it again.

His heart all the way to the throat.

The handle behind the security door was the third line of defense he had set up.

Taking advantage of his old anti-theft door, the handle on the inside of the door was slow to respond and couldn't automatically return to the original arc, so every time he went out, he pressed the handle down forty-five degrees, and then took it directly to the door.

Now, the handle of the door is very suitable and perfectly deviated from the original preset arc of Xin Haikong.

Someone entered his room.

This problem is serious.

The person who came in noticed the silk thread before entering, and was very careful to restore the transparent thin thread on the outside of the door that most people would havetily ignore in the past.

Not only that, the other party carefully took out the refill stuck in the door lock in advance when picking the lock, and carefully inserted the refill back in again when leaving.

This shows that this person has extremely high anti-reconnaissance ability and observation ability, and consciously does not want Xin Haikong to know that his house has been invaded.

The only flaw of the intruder was that he did not understand the habits of this old security door, and did not notice the curvature of the handle behind the door that Xin Haikong had preset in advance.

So the handle behind the door was not restored.

This is a very, very tricky intrusion.

Who has been here?

Amuro Toru? Akai Shuichi? Or someone he didn't notice?

The other party didn't want him to know that he had been there, and he was very interested in Xin Haikong's room. Who is suspicious of him?

What did the man do after he came in?

Xin Haikong deliberately pretended to be dirty, frowned and glanced at the house. Everything is in its original place.

Either the other party has not rummaged, or it has recovered again after rummaging.

The people who come are very careful, but no matter how careful they are, they will leave clues.

Xin Haikong took out the cleaning equipment from the storage room, and cleaned the room that had not been cleaned for a while.

He took a broom, a mop and a rag, and carefully inspected all the facilities in one side of the room, not even the bathroom and toilet.

Sure enough, he found a bug under the table in the middle of the dining room, and a monitor on the mouth of the vase above the living room closet.

The man who installed these gadgets had a good conscience, and didn't meddle in his bedroom, bathroom, and toilet.

This also means that there is still room for the opponent's actions, and he doesn't want to completely tear his face with Xin Haikong.

Xin Haikong pretended that nothing had happened, and after finishing the cleaning work, he sighed in relief and collapsed on the sofa.

As if the previous business trip and the bomb on the Shinkansen had consumed all his mind

He struggled to take off his heavy down jacket and put it on the sofa, pulling his phone out of his pocket.

The heated living room is very warm, and the floor is warm.

Fortunately, Xin Haikong also kicked off his shoes, only wearing socks, lying on the sofa with his eyes closed.

The young man was lying on the sofa, his amber eyes tightly closed, his black hair was scattered on the sofa, his face was tired, and his breathing seemed to gradually become longer.

It was already dark outside the window.

The young man on the sofa seemed to wake up suddenly, rubbed his face in confusion, got up and walked into the bedroom barefoot.

As soon as he entered, he walked out with a bath towel and entered the bathroom not long after.

After Xin Haikong entered the bathroom, he turned on the shower and turned the water to the maximum. The dense steam quickly spread throughout the bathroom. Xin Haikong took off his clothes and sat in the bathtub before he dared to turn on the phone.

He first clicked on the phone icon.

The phone call from Gin was interspersed between Xin Haikong and Matsuda's phone. At that time, the mobile phone should have just dropped off the train, so Xin Haikong did not receive it.

Xin Haikong hesitated for a moment, his reason told him that he didn't receive the call from his eldest brother, and he would definitely call back immediately, but his feelings were shaken wildly, this is gin! Called and didn't know how to speak.

In the end, he exited the interface very cowardly and clicked on the icon of SMS.

In addition to the usual spam text messages, there is a new text message, which reads:

I will use the one in the mailbox in the future - GIN

? ? ?

Which is that?

Did Gin drop something in his mailbox?

Wait, has Jinjiu been to his house too?

No, Gin may not have come in.

The person who invaded his home would specially restore the thin transparent line at the door, with a very clear purpose, that is, to not let Xin Haikong know that he had been there.

There was absolutely no reason for Gin to do this. Gin just bombarded his door with a mortar, and nothing would happen. Although the other party should not do such a strange thing.

So Gin came, but didn't enter the room, just put things in the mailbox at the door?

Xin Haikong had speculated before that there was a good chance that Xin Haikong was in Jinjiu's hands, so when Jinjiu came, it should have been clear that Xinhaikong was not at home, so fortunately, he didn't even need to enter the door, so he put things directly to him. in the mailbox.

what is this?

Is gin so daring? The things of the organization dare to put it in a place like the mailbox...

No, maybe it wasn't gin.

Since it was as simple as sending something, it was estimated that he had vodka put in for him.

What could it be?

Xin Haikong originally entered the bathroom because he wanted to naturally avoid the surveillance in the living room. At this time, he had no intention of taking a bath, so he rushed up hastily and put on a bath towel.

The letterbox in this apartment is very convenient to use because it usually has two openings, one outside the door and one inside.

Xin Haikong walked out directly wearing a bath towel, hesitated for a while, but still pretended to be at ease and swayed from the vase on the living room closet, and went back to the bedroom to put on a bathrobe with wide pockets.

He closed his bathrobe, walked to the entrance, and opened the mailbox door on the wall, which contained a black box.

Xin Haikong's heart was startled.

He's a bit PTSD on black stuff now, but on second thought, gin shouldn't hurt him.

He put the box in the pocket of his nightgown, then pulled out a pair of fluffy white slippers from the shoe cabinet, bent over his feet, and pretended that he ran to the entrance just to put on a pair of shoes.

Then he walked towards the bedroom with a natural attitude, and he did not forget to yawn symbolically on the way, and turned off the light in the living room.

Let you monitor, monitor, the real otaku has always stayed in the bedroom.

·

Xin Haikong threw himself on the big fluffy bed, and the box in his pocket was a little embarrassing.

He took out the box, sat up straight with his legs crossed, and slowly opened the black box.

Before opening it, there were actually many guesses in his mind.

Is it the task of the new gin school?

Is it his reward for completing the task before?

Is it some strange weapon of the organization?

But after opening it, all fantasies were lost, and Xin Haikong's face was blank.

He only saw a very familiar black mobile phone in it - it can't be said to have nothing to do with the new mobile phone that Matsuda and Xin Haikong bought in the mall, it can only be said to be exactly the same.

Dude, Gin bought him a new phone?

It's also exactly the same way of shopping that he is extremely trouble-free, which one is more expensive to buy?

What a coincidence it was.

Xin Haikong turned on the new phone in a speechless manner. The icon in the upper right corner shows that this phone also has a new SIM card in it.

Xin Haikong actually doesn't like using two phones at the same time.

Mobile phones are inseparable from modern people. No matter how you delete them and how careful you are, as long as you use them, they will definitely leave traces.

How many celebrities' black materials are spread through mobile phone repairs.

The phone with the voice-changing device that was stored in the car was destroyed after he bombed Tokyo Tower.

Just keeping and cleaning one mobile phone is enough for Xinhaikong to worry about, let alone using two mobile phones.

But again this is a requirement for gin.

But in fact, it's okay not to do it. Even if you put this new phone in the cabinet to eat ashes, it's impossible for Gin to lie at the door of his house to see if he has used the phone he gave him.

Xin Haikong sat on the bedside table a little, stretched out his hand and pulled the drawer open, and was about to throw the phone with the case into the bedside table, when he suddenly stopped.

Wait, Gin, why do you want to give him a calling card?

Big Brother doesn't seem like someone who can do pointless operations.

Since Jinjiu had already sent the text message to Xin Haikong's original mobile phone number, he obviously knew that he would reissue a calling card, so that's why he sent him a new card.

All the clues in my mind are linked together.

Knowing his whereabouts forever, knowing when something will happen to him, knowing that his phone was broken and a new one was delivered so promptly, there is only one answer to all this—

Gin installed a locator in his phone.

This completely explains why Gin can keep track of his whereabouts in real time, know when and where something happened to him, and deliver a new phone in time after the old phone is crushed.

Because the locator is installed in the mobile phone, more precisely, in the calling card of his mobile phone.

He's changed phones many times, but always uses the same card.

The locator has been following him for an unknown time in the past.

And now, the new locator is in the new phone.

The black mobile phone with a high-tech appearance lay quietly in Xin Haikong's palm, but it was like a hot tongue, licking his palm and swallowing his fear.

With a locator in his phone, he must follow Gin's instructions and take it with him.

The fingers that were tightly gripping the phone became paler and paler, and the fingernails turned from pink to white from the bottom to the top. In the end, he compromised and put the phone on the bedside table, side by side with another identical black phone.

Xin Haikong lay back on the bed and slammed the unsightly black box to the ground.