MTL - How Real Wine Became the Light of the Metropolitan Police-Chapter 55 Reunion and Crisis
It was already past eight o'clock in the evening when he came out of the manor, and Xin Haikong directly asked Yamamotono to send him home.
This honest and sometimes even clumsy subordinate does not feel how shameful it is to be a driver.
In the eyes of Xin Haikong's trust, he completely regards himself as an indispensable subordinate who responds to his boss.
Conscientiously and diligently driving the car, looking at him sitting upright, as if he was carrying out some important task.
It's so deceitful, because Xin Haikong is a little embarrassed anyway.
He rested his chin and turned his head to look out the car window.
The traffic flow in Tokyo at night is surging, and the sky is full of boiling.
The bright and dazzling colored lights in the city merged into a flowing light strip on the windows of the driving cars, which made people's eyes hurt.
Tonight, according to the original plan, which is actually the practice this week, Matsuda should pick him up.
Matsuda has been picking him up for several days since he proposed last time.
Every time I use his little broken Mazda, it is also very suitable for Mazda to drive Mazda.
But this afternoon, he suddenly asked Ying to go to Easton Manor to stop the transaction, and naturally he could no longer commute with Matsuda. Matsuda had no choice but to fall back on the next best thing and beat poor Yamamoto Ichitsu.
After Yamamoto was instructed, he kept Matsuda's request in mind like rote memorization. He didn't know how to be flexible at all, and sent Xin Haikong to the bottom of the apartment building all the way.
He stood abruptly in the cold wind, staring at Xin Haikong with big eyes.
He also said in a solemn and simple tone:
"Officer Xinhai, don't worry, I will wait until you go home and turn on the lights in the living room."
It made Xin Haikong very helpless.
He originally planned to find a random shop on the way home to pack a ramen to take back.
Since seeing the news at the Metropolitan Police Department in the afternoon, he has been in a hurry along the way and has not even bothered to eat dinner.
As a result, Yamamoto, who is now stubborn, has to send people home in one breath, making him embarrassed to go out to buy something again.
- I can't let the poor subordinates wait in the cold wind and run out to eat and drink spicy food.
He clutched his empty stomach in one hand, his bag in the other, and went upstairs weakly.
Fortunately, this apartment is the kind with an elevator, otherwise I'm afraid I'll be paralyzed halfway.
While waiting for the elevator quietly, he was thinking in his mind what else he could do with the little things left in the refrigerator.
As a social animal, Xin Haikong certainly has no cooking skills, and at most cooks a little "high-end cuisine" such as instant noodles and quick-frozen dumplings.
There seems to be only half a pack of quick-frozen dumplings left in the refrigerator, and the stock of instant noodles has long been running out. Looks like it's time for him to go to the supermarket.
"Ding-"
The elevator finally arrived.
This apartment building is so old that there are only two elevators in the whole apartment, which is outrageous. Every time during the rush hour, waiting for the elevator can wait until the sky is old.
The officers' early morning shifts were an advantage at the time.
Xin Haikong turned sideways to let the residents inside get off first, then tugged at his collar uncomfortably, and stepped into the elevator with the crowd.
The crowded crowd made him look up impatiently, and glanced at the back of the head of a man not far in front of him.
The other party has light blond hair, with a slight blackness at the roots, as if the hair has been dyed for a long time and has faded.
The back of his head is bulging, and at first glance, his parents did not let him sleep with a flat head when he was a child.
Across the crowd, he could only see so much.
When the elevator reaches the third floor and goes up, almost every floor will stop, and one or two people will go down.
Xin Haikong turned his head a little irritably, faced the wall alone, and brushed his phone.
What he had dropped before was the cell phone given by Gin Wine. I have to say that although it was a helpless move, it was really cool when he threw the cell phone away.
When the phone is shot through by bullets, the joy is super doubled.
He is currently using the mobile phone Matsuda Jinhei bought with him. The signal in the elevator is not good, but he can still look at the text messages he has already received.
He simply cleaned up the junk text messages, and clicked on the text message Matsuda Xin sent him—
It was about inviting him to the amusement park that day.
Matsuda specified the time and place of the itinerary and asked for his opinion.
What's there to disagree with?
He was typing on the phone with one hand, and after knocking on the reply, the elevator just happened to be about to reach his floor.
At this time, there were a lot fewer people in the elevator, and as soon as he looked up, he saw the back of the light-blond-haired man.
Not yet.
Xin Haikong was in a hurry to go home, and before the elevator door opened, the man had already stepped forward several steps, passed the light-blond-haired man, and stood at the front.
As soon as the elevator door opened, he got off the elevator as soon as possible, took a few steps forward, and suddenly, if he felt something, he looked back.
Exactly this look.
- The elevator door is almost completely closed, and through the remaining narrow gap, a familiar face can be clearly seen.
A light-blond-haired man wore a black mask, and his slightly faded bangs hung chaotically, half covering his sky blue eyes.
It's him!
Xin Haikong's pupils shrank, and quickly ran to press the elevator button, wanting to press the elevator again.
But it was too late, the elevator doors were closed.
His room was on the seventeenth floor, and no more than the thirteenth floor.
Xin Haikong looked at the fire stairway to the side, and made a bold promise in his heart, but he couldn't move at all.
To be honest, it's not impossible for him to run up the fire stairs like in some idol dramas, press the elevator button on every other floor, and chase the man from floor to floor.
But too tired.
Just in case, if the other party didn't stop until the 30th floor, and went all the way down in the elevator, would he not be allowed to climb 40 or 50 floors today?
After thinking about his physique, Xin Haikong decisively chose to give up and not do unnecessary struggles.
The black-haired youth sighed deeply.
He hasn't eaten dinner yet, so he shouldn't be able to run.
If the other party deliberately wants to avoid him, it is estimated that it is impossible for him to catch up alone.
And why is that person here?
Xin Haikong picked up the bag that had just fallen to the ground, and while walking home, his brain was running fast, thinking about the clues he just got.
First of all, he originally had a problem with the inference of the man's nationality.
The other party's blonde hair was dyed after, and the original hair color should be black. Judging by his accent, he was purely Japanese.
The man was deliberately pretending to be a foreigner.
Starting from this point, then the other party's facial features must not be real.
With those tall noses, big eyes, and deep eyebrows, non-mixed Japanese natives are unlikely to have that kind of looks.
It means that even his facial features have been disguised.
A person whose appearance is all fake.
The second question is, why is that man here?
He had previously thought of this guy as someone from Gin, some member of the distillery.
But to meet him again today, obviously it can't be Gin's instructions.
Jin Jiu had just completed the task with him, and they had been apart for less than an hour. Jin Jiu had no reason to send another person to him.
If it wasn't someone sent by Gin, then this guy appeared in front of him on his own initiative?
This guy knows Xin Haikong very well, knows his address and his daily off-duty time.
For the past week, Xin Haikong went back with Matsuda every day, and there was no chance to hang out outside, so the off-duty time was also very stable.
Today, because of an emergency, I came back a little later, and I just bumped into this blond man.
Or, this guy will come to his door at eight o'clock every day. Xin Haikong came back early before, so he has never met him before.
Or, this guy was holding his whereabouts in his hand, knowing that he hadn't been home today, and ran over to take a look for some reason.
Xin Haikong took out the key, carefully took out the pencil lead in the lock cylinder, and opened the door.
Out of the corner of his eye, he glanced at the Anshi Tou house next door, the doors and windows were closed, the room was dark, and the owner seemed to have not returned.
He walked into the door and looked at the handle behind the door by changing his shoes. It was the preset arc when he went out.
The blond man didn't come in.
But maybe it's not too late to get in. After all, Xin Haikong met him in the elevator going up.
He closed the door, took off his suit and stuffed material at the entrance, stuffed them all into a huge plastic bag, and then stuffed the whole into the cabinet.
He put on the ordinary black coat that had been put in the cabinet in the entrance.
And then pretend to be very tired - in fact, there is no need to pretend, it is a true performance.
He walked into the living room step by step, passed the camera flashing on the vase, took off the coat he just put on, and smashed himself into the soft sofa.
The reason for doing this is purely for insurance.
He doesn't know who the person who sneaked into his house to install the camera before, if it is someone else, it's better to say.
If it was an FBI who had only been embarrassed by him today, once the other party saw the suit on him, he would 100% recall the completely identical figure in the corner of the hall at that time.
Then he exposed.
So to be on the safe side, the fewer people who see him in this suit, the better.
There should be only four people known so far.
Yamamoto wild, is his good subordinate.
Gin is his good brother.
Atobe Keigo, drunk to the point of unconsciousness.
Takahiro Kaba, a good friend of Atobe, a guy without a mouth.
The latter two belong to the Prince of Tennis studio, with their own protagonist halo, and are unlikely to be mixed in the direction of the red and black struggle.
Moreover, he has a suspected classmate relationship with Xin Haikong, which is very deceiving.
Thinking of this, Xin Haikong bent the corners of his mouth, stood up from the sofa, and moved to the front of the closet.
That vase is on the second level of the open closet.
Most people rarely put vases like this, and the closets are generally used to store quilts from past seasons.
However, Xin Haikong is not an ordinary person. There are only three or four quilts in his house.
The empty closet then became a place for his creative freedom.
There was a vase on the clapboard above, which was originally used by him to cultivate his sentiments. As a result, some dog was staring at him, and a monitor was installed on it.
He leaned in front of the vase and fiddled with the flowers pretending to appreciate it, his hand stretched out in the air several times trying to turn the vase in a different direction and "think about it".
But it's better not to.
The other party installed a monitor to monitor his daily state, and if one is removed, he will come back for the second one.
The known is better than the unknown. You can't easily startle the snake, just take it as your acting training.
Anyway, I can't take it anymore and can go back to the bedroom.
He had already endured it very well before, and if he continued to endure it for a while, until the other party lost interest, he "missed" and smashed, smashed, and dropped the white vase.
There are junk piles underneath. The invitation letter that was sent earlier was thrown under the closet by him hastily.
He didn't bother to dig out the invitation letter from a pile of debris, and the outer packaging had been torn.
At that time, Xin Haikong misunderstood the sender's identity, and in order to save the evidence to deal with Matsuda, he stuffed the contents inside again, and it was convenient at this time.
He carefully looked at the envelope of the envelope, which read "To the most powerful 'conductor'".
"Conductor" is the name of the second sick brain, no wonder he took the letter as a yin and yang mockery of someone at that time.
He pulled out the letter inside, skipped the part of being frightened by the trick toys without changing his face, and found a small note in the fist that popped out and was tightly codified.
outrageous!
He unfolded the note.
The note reads:
Bingdi Academy Class A will hold a class reunion at 9:00 pm on November 15th at Mihua Hotel. All students must be present~
The party time was probably the days when he was busy with the bombing and working overtime like crazy.
Even when he received the invitation letter, he couldn't go.
Class A for three years?
So his high school should be at the Ice Emperor Academy?
I really didn't expect that such a good organization would allow him to receive education. He thought he was self-taught and admitted to Dongda University.
Speaking of which, what level of knowledge are the talents of the organization, have they all gone to university? Shouldn't everyone graduate from junior high school, I can't imagine how Gin will go to college.
It should be difficult for him to meet his former high school classmates in his daily life, and this encounter with Ajibu was purely accidental.
It's not difficult to check things in high school. When he has time at work next week, he can sneak into the intranet and take a look.
Take a little note of the approximate time you read and what happened. It is convenient for him to adjust his actions after he actually goes back.
He casually smashed the paper into a ball, stuffed it into his pocket, pulled out a piece of overnight toast from the refrigerator in the kitchen for dinner, and carried it into the bedroom.
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In the middle of the night, the night light in the bedroom gently reflected a small bright yellow light and shadow.
The black-haired youth lay on his back on the bed, with the back of his head sticking out of the edge of the bed, so as not to wet the sheets with his wet hair.
No way, he was so tired after taking a shower that he was too lazy to blow his hair.
He called up the forum that came with the system, and wanted to see if today's events were drawn.
It stands to reason that today he is fully armed and should not be recognized, but I don't know if there will be some additions to the comics.
Landlord: [Top] The latest issue of "Easton Manor in the Dark Night"! Stand up Minna! Have you watched the latest episode?
Has the Metropolitan Police Department closed down today: Brother Kong is not here, I miss Brother Kong's first day.
Bandaged Boy: Upstairs, don't you have time to appear in Jiji, after all, it's "Detective Conan", not "Detective New Sea and Sky".
Light Blue Ghost: Yeah, this episode has nothing to do with the police. By the way, are there any sisters who come out to explain it? I don't understand too much, did Chichi fail?
Delicious sticks are the most delicious: it seems like this, Akai wanted the green medicine, but the medicine was shot by another person first. Not only did he not get the medicine, but Chi also ran away (people and wealth were empty, miserable).
Toffee Muffins: Was it the guy by the door who shot? [attached]
Xin Haikong sat up and clicked on the big picture.
A very familiar dark filter is applied to the comics, which can still be clearly seen through the dark filter. A tall man is standing by the half-opened door. He holds a gun and covers a tall hat. The upper half of his face was covered, and his long hair was scattered below.
Isn't this an old piano?
Lao Qin was painted on this?
Not only that, but the manga also draws Gin's eyes aimed at the target, and Akai Shuichi's blank eyes looking towards the gate following the sound of gunfire in the same set.
Jin Jiu was looking at the mobile phone thrown by Xin Haikong on the stage, with a clear goal and firm eyes.
Because Akai Shuichi is standing on the bright side and looking at the dark side, he can't see anything in essence.
However, due to his keen hearing and intuition, Akai's line of sight was able to just hit Gin's real position.
But in the comics, the eyes of the two are just connected, as if they are looking at each other affectionately.
Tanaka-kun: Oh oh oh Kotachi! It's Qin Chi! So exciting, the doomed enemy!
Strawberry Cheese Pudding: Ahhhh! Isn't Akihito fragrant? It's gin, big brother's shot. Did Big Brother find out that Chi Chi faked death? Is he going to kill Chichi? Immediately, I made up a thousand-word essay on falling in love and killing each other.
Fishing on the river: Upstairs, pay the document and do not kill. Are you talking about only gin pictures? Who threw the phone away? To explain in advance, I just want to know which local big money is throwing the latest love crazy on the table, this must not be a serious illness.
Sunflower Taipan: I shed tears of poverty, I have no other intentions. real. I just feel bad for that broken love crazy. It's not enough to throw a flashlight, why throw a cell phone...
Today is also a happy day: Hahaha, the two upstairs are a little too real, they are the love madness in the comics. As for?
Bandage Boy: That's too much. Which miraculous guy had such a big brain hole, so adaptable, and made Chichi suffer such a big dumb loss. (sorry I really love red) I'm so happy (funny face).
Amber's acting: plus one. A rampant FBI finally overturned, hahaha.
River fishing: add ID number. By the way, it looks like Lao Qin's cell phone, right? Black love crazy 4S?
Lu Jianghe: Lao Qin threw out his cell phone? Help, isn't it, playing so big?
The first detective in Yokohama: Judging from the perspective of the mobile phone flying over, it should have been thrown from the group of guests directly opposite Shuichi Akai [with photos].
Xin Haikong clicked on the big picture, the guy whose ID is the first detective in Yokohama took a top view of the guests, and circled a group of them with red circles. Xin Haikong was indeed among those people at the time.
But he didn't panic at all, because all the guests in the big picture had only one head and could not recognize who was who.
Lujianghe: Boss, this analysis is quite right, but these are all stick people, how do you recognize them...
The first detective in Yokohama: First of all, we can judge that there are people from the second winery in addition to gin, just in the crowd circled in red. He threw the phone away. We can temporarily call him X.
Monkey Mountain King: Blindly guess M, it's time for him to play.
Has the Metropolitan Police Department closed down today: plus one, don't X, it's probably M.
Yokohama No. 1 detective: So far there is no relevant evidence, we still call him X. Continuing the analysis, X's behavior may be beyond your imagination. The time for the phone to fall on the table is similar to the time for the bullet to explode the crystal lamp, but the bullet is definitely faster than the phone.
It shows that throwing a mobile phone and shooting a gun are not sequential, but parallel.
That is, at the same time that Akai raised his gun to shoot the crystal lamp, X was also ready to throw his phone.
Xin Haikong opened his eyes slightly, feeling a little worried in his heart.
Cactus Boy: Uh, boss, does it matter if they happen at the same time?
Yokohama No. 1 detective: It's a big relationship. I'm going to put it more bluntly. The actions of X and Gin are obviously to destroy the pill, and they essentially don't need to prevent the successful bidder from taking the pill. Only Akai Shuichi needs to stop because he wants to get the medicine. Is it right?
Cactus Boy: Yes?
Yokohama's No. 1 Detective: Akai Shuuichi's original plan is not difficult to see. He wanted to shoot out the lights and grab the medicine directly, but the next moment the lights went out, a mobile phone was thrown on the table and turned on again.
If X's purpose is to stop Akai, to light up the table for the convenience of gin, throw the phone.
So the action of throwing the phone should happen after the light goes out, right?
The working emperor in the winery: oh oh oh! I understand. Before Chi Chi shot, standing on X's position, their goal had actually been achieved, they just had to wait quietly for the man in the red mask to eat the medicine.
The original situation should be the lights off - throwing the phone (X remedial behavior).
But now it is to throw the phone first - the light goes out (X anticipatory behavior).
So the question is, why did X predict that Chi Chi would shoot, and threw out the phone before the lights went out?
Yokohama's first detective: Correct answer. The only explanation is that X knew Shuichi Akai's identity and kept an eye on the latter's actions. After discovering that the latter had the intention of shooting the crystal lamp, he immediately threw his mobile phone on the stage.
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Exactly the same as reality.
Xin Haikong's heart stopped beating several times.
He didn't expect that someone on the forum could infer such a point just based on that information.
Indeed, he had been paying attention to Shuichi Akai's actions at the time, and was able to throw out the phone in time.
If it is replaced by an organization member who does not know or pay attention to Shuichi Akai, it is absolutely impossible to stop the other party in time.
It was difficult for the people at the scene to see exactly how the phone was thrown onto the stage, so whether it was Shuichi Akai or Gin, they would only think that he responded promptly and quickly rescued the scene at the moment when the lights went out.
But in the comics, it becomes very obvious which action goes first and which action goes after.
Readers on the forum can reasonably speculate that the action of his throwing the phone and the action of Akai shooting the light bulb are almost the same.
That is, he threw out the phone before the lights went out.
So there is a huge loophole in the logic - why did he know that he should throw his mobile phone to illuminate before the light went out.
