MTL - How Real Wine Became the Light of the Metropolitan Police-Chapter 89 pick one of two

On the dense jungle path, Amuro Toru walked at the forefront with his gun in hand. The weeds and dead branches on the ground were squeaking, making his heart more and more impatient. He couldn't wait any longer.

There were a lot of questions in his stomach that he wanted to ask Xin Haikong. He wanted to know what Rum said to Xin Haikong during the time he kidnapped Xin Haikong. He wanted to know what Rum's plan was. But what he wanted to know most was who the member of the organization who was still behind them was, what purpose he had, and why he would help Xin Haikong.

Did that guy find out in his conscience, or was he an undercover agent himself. Why does it give him such a strange feeling of familiarity.

Amuro turned his head slightly, glanced at Xin Haikong who was following him, and the member of the organization who fell behind, couldn't help but slow down a little and asked in a low voice, "Xinhai, you haven't explained why that guy is clear. will save you."

Xin Haikong calmly raised his head and glanced at Amuro Toru.

Originally, he was still worried about how to explain this guy if it was a nail that he had planted in advance. But now he can basically determine the identity of the guy behind him, and naturally he is not panicked by Amuro Toru's question.

There are more questions in his mind now, not how to deceive Amuro, but—if the person behind him is really Zhu Fu Jingguang who was rescued by him, what kind of identity did he save? ? Is the police undercover in the winery, or an ordinary person.

Zhu Fu Jingguang's accident happened four years ago. He is only about twenty-two years old, he should be in his fourth year of college or he has just been admitted to the civil service. No, not right. Zhufu Jingguang's memorial day is on December 7th. According to the time of the Japanese university and civil service examinations, it is inferred that his graduation time from Dongda University should be around January or April. Please refer to the time for the civil service class I examination. end of the month.

After being admitted, police officers in the occupational group will undergo three months of training in the cadre department, and then be sent to the Metropolitan Police Department or police station for nine months of internship. When he returned to the second plot node, November 7, when he was 23 years old, he was just about to end his nine-month internship at the Metropolitan Police Department. Then from that point in time, he should receive the training of the cadre department around the age of twenty-two in November.

That is to say, when Zhu Fu Jingguang had an accident, he had already been awarded the title of supplementary police department and was receiving training in the cadre department.

At that time, his identity on the surface was the newly released and still hot police department supplement, and his identity in the dark was M in the winery. According to his character and the ultimate goal he wants to achieve, he should use the identity of the police department to save people. As for whether his identity has changed after being rescued, it is hard to say.

Maybe he was the winery that arranged for the "New Sea and Air Police Department to fill in" at that time, and installed a code name of Moscato. This perfectly explains why Akai Shuuichi firmly believes that he is a good person even when he knows his Moscato identity.

As for why Zhu Fu Jingguang didn't dare to expose the fact that he was not dead, he actually didn't understand that.

But it doesn't matter, since Zhufu has not contacted Amuro for four years, there must be a reason why he cannot reveal his identity. So no matter what Xin Haikong says, the guy behind him will definitely find a way to come back.

The corner of Xin Haikong's mouth lifted slightly, and a hint of anticipation flashed in his amber eyes.

After Amuro asked that question, he had already turned his head to look at the road ahead, but his ears were still standing there, as if he was still waiting for Xin Haikong's answer.

"About this matter... I actually don't know why."

Xin Haikong looked back at the member of the organization, and said with a smile: "I haven't thanked you yet. If you hadn't shot in time, I would have been killed by that guy."

"What the **** happened?" Amuro looked at the two behind him in confusion.

What happened? However, Jintian Yuanji, who had been brought into the laboratory by him, ran out again and wanted to take revenge on him. Xin Haikong curled the corners of his mouth, of course he couldn't say that directly.

Jin Tian Yuaner was in a hurry to kill him, and he hadn't had time to reveal too much information, so even Zhu Fu Jingguang, who was also at the scene at the time, didn't hear too many clues. Now Jintian Yuanji is dead, and there is no proof of death. It's not up to him what he wants to say.

"Well... the situation is very complicated." The black-haired youth frowned and glanced at the organization member behind him with some embarrassment, "At that time, Matsuda took me to the Metropolitan Police Department. We were ambushed on the road. Tied here, I saw a strange old man."

"Old man?" Sure enough, it was Rum, and Amuro clenched his fists and asked, "What did that old guy tell you?"

"He tried to convince me to work under him, but halfway through the conspiracy, the outside seemed to be on fire. He hurriedly left the factory, leaving only two subordinates, one was this gentleman. The other man in black went crazy halfway. , insisted to kill me, this gentleman shot the crazy man in black in time to save me."

After listening to Xin Haikong's words, Amuro lowered his eyes thoughtfully. The younger generation's statement and the situation on the scene are completely correct. There are indeed some very radical people in the black-clothed organization who hate the police very much. It is also normal for some people who dislike the younger generation and want to take the opportunity to kill him. The only doubt is the member of the organization who is now following them. Why is this guy helping out?

There seems to be no such warmhearted people in the black organization...

"By the way, I haven't asked your name yet." Amuro crossed Xin Haikong, his purple-gray eyes directly on the organization member who was following behind them.

The latter looked away in a panic, but his face remained expressionless.

"Yeah, you should already know my name. My name is Xin Haikong. What about you?"

"I..." The young man lowered his head, a little hesitant in his tone.

Did he not prepare a pseudonym or a new fake identity for him in the first place? After this guy was rescued by him, wouldn't he still stay in the winery.

Xin Haikong said very understandingly: "If it's not convenient to say your real name, it doesn't matter if you say your code name. When the guy introduced the situation of your organization before, didn't he say that each of you will be awarded a wine name? Isn't it convenient to say the code name?"

Here, the new sea and air actually changed the concept. Rum did tell him that as long as he entered the organization, he would be given a code name, but this was obviously a preferential treatment given by Rum to him, and most of the lower-level organization members did not have a code name.

But this does not prevent Xin Haikong from asking this question. If Zhu Fu Jingguang really entered the winery again under his arrangement, how could he not have a code name?

Xin Haikong's real purpose is not to know what the second code name Zhu Fu got, he just wants to make sure that Zhu Fu Jingguang can tell this code name. He wants to use this to deduce what role Zhu Fu Jingguang played in the organization.

The two in front asked the same question, and the young man standing at the end couldn't pretend not to hear it.

"Malt." The young man still lowered his head, his eyes fixed on the road in front of him, and he said an English word in a low voice. "My code name is Malt."

!

Toru Amuro, who was walking at the front, paying attention to the road conditions and listening to the conversation between the two behind, suddenly stopped, and his entire body froze instantly.

Malt?

Isn't Malt also a wine name that starts with M? No, no, if this guy is M, how could he work under Rum's hands. What the **** is he thinking about?

Because Amuro stopped in the middle of the road unexpectedly, and Xin Haikong, who was following behind him, slammed into his stiff back, held his head dizzy, and groaned.

"Are you going!" Xin Haikong, who bumped his head, was rarely angry, and shouted with sincerity.

"Ah, I'm sorry, I suddenly lost my mind." Tou Amuro smiled and took a few steps forward, turning his head to glance at Xin Haikong and the Malt who was behind.

This guy named Malt is very observant and can see through his disguise at a glance... If there is such a talent in the organization, why has he never received news? Is Malt one of Rum's men?

Wait, this guy can see his disguise so quickly, could it be that this guy is good at disguise itself?

The heavy panic overwhelmed his heart again. Amuro Toru unconsciously clenched the gun in his hand.

If this guy is not from Rum at all, he just disguised himself as Rum's subordinate and sneaked in to find Xin Haikong. Falling from the sky like a hero, saving Xin Haikong in distress, and winning the favor of the other party... Then there is the fearless person who is suspected of being a policeman, and the real name of the drink is reported face to face.

Malt, M.

Will it be so?

Or, this so-called Malt is another smoke bomb, which was released to confuse him, and the real M is still hiding behind the curtain, like manipulating a marionette, firmly controlling the situation in the palm of his hand?

He can no longer act rashly, the previous misunderstanding of Xin Haikong has caused an almost irreversible ending.

Amuro squeezed the gun tightly, straightened his back, and strode forward, occasionally observing the two behind him with his peripheral vision.

If it is real M, what is the benefit of the other party doing this? Save Xin Haikong and gain the trust of the other party? But what if he separated the two from the start? Let them not have any chance of private contact...

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Walking in the middle, Xin Haikong heard the words of the young man behind him, and the corners of his lips curled thoughtfully.

Malt, that's a really good name.

He can already basically guess what kind of grand occasion will be on the forum.

As expected of the name he came up with. The guy behind him is definitely Zhu Fu Jingguang. At first glance, this name is taken out by Xin Haikong. Other than him, no one can come up with such a nasty name.

Malt whisky, single malt Scotch whisky, which is also a metaphor for the name of Scotland. It can be said that it is the most blatant reminder to the new sea and sky, who do not know much about the current situation.

Since it has been determined that it is Zhu Fu Jingguang, he should return to the time line in the past soon. This is already a bright line, but it is strange that this time there has been no system beep.

How is he going to trigger this plot point? He has clearly deduced that this person is Zhufu Jingguang, is it not enough to let him go back to that point in time in the past?

Just 200 meters away soon.

A white Mazda was parked in an open space not far away.

Xin Haikong couldn't help but glance at Amuro. This guy has already specially disguised himself as Matsuda, why is he still driving his own car? Although it is said that this car will not be seen by Rum, I am not afraid of ten thousand, just in case. This wave is a little less rigorous.

"Hurry up and get in the car." Toru Amuro opened the front passenger's door first, put his hand on Xin Haikong's shoulder, pushed him a little hard, and pushed the person into the car.

Xin Haikong sat on the chair with a dazed expression, passively fastened his seat belt, and glanced at Zhu Fu Jingguang sitting in the back seat through the rearview mirror. The other party sat cautiously in the back of the passenger seat, his fingers clasped his pockets tightly, but he maintained a calm expression on his face.

Amuro sat in the driver's seat, started the car, glanced sideways at the two, and asked, "Sir, we'll take you back to the city first, and then..."

"After that, just find a random intersection and put me down." The person sitting in the back seat said slowly. "I didn't do anything special, I just didn't want an innocent person to die in front of me. No need to go to the police station, no repayment, and no other help."

"Huh?" Xin Haikong turned his head from the passenger seat and looked at the person in the back seat in surprise.

Amuro turned around the car and drove onto the path.

The rivers and lakes do not see each other again, naturally it is the best.

"Then I'll drive to the next intersection and put you down. It's very close to the subway and bus station, so it should be convenient for you to move." Amuro looked up at the rearview mirror and said with a smile. .

No matter whether this person is M or not, he can't directly pierce the other party, he can only draw it slowly.

Amuro parked the car on the side of the road more than ten meters away from the subway entrance, got off the car first, detoured to the rear door, and put his hand on Malt's shoulder.

The latter shrank abruptly, looking a little surprised.

"Thanks to you for saving Xinkai this time, thank you very much!" Toru Amuro patted Malt's shoulder and said with a smile, pretending to be clueless.

Malt got out of the car, and the corners of his mouth curved slightly, "I'll go first."

Amuro Toru stood there, watching the Malt walk slowly towards the subway station by himself. He vaguely felt that the touch just now was a little familiar.

The fingers hanging beside the pants shrank involuntarily, and then slowly spread out. The owner of the fingers seemed to be struggling with something, the fingers that had been loosened were clenched into fists again, and the nails that had not been trimmed for a while were embedded in the palms.

"Uh, aren't you going?" Xin Haikong, who was in the passenger seat, stuck his head out of the half-opened window and asked with some doubts. Because he didn't know what to call Amuro, he paused slightly.

"Let's go." Toru Amuro sat back in the driver's seat and finally relaxed. "Come on, I've got to get you back to Poirot, the guy's been waiting there."

"Poirot?" The black-haired youth in the passenger seat repeated the word strangely, turning his head sideways, his amber eyes slowly looking at Toru Amuro. "Why go back to Poirot? I haven't been cleared of the crime. If I want to go back... should I go back to the detention center or the Metropolitan Police Department first? Mr. Amuro?"

Amuro Toru froze. He almost forgot that the younger generation was still framed in prison, and the crime on his body has not been cleared. This layer made him quickly think of his previous misunderstanding of Xin Haikong, and his entire back was straight. He didn't start the car in a hurry, but turned his body sideways, facing Xin Haikong, and apologized very sincerely:

"Xinhai, about the time when I was in the hotel before... I not only didn't speak to you, I misunderstood you according to the intention of the real murderer, and also misled the police at the scene. For this matter, I very solemnly apologize to you. I'm sorry. I was so carried away by some strange thoughts that I misunderstood you. I'm really, really sorry."

Amuro lowered his head, and his whole body was awkwardly bent ninety degrees.

He is indeed very sorry for Xin Haikong. When the other party needed help most, not only did not lend a helping hand, but fell into the trap.

If the younger generation really had a quarrel with him because of this incident, and no longer trusted him, he would recognize it. It's his fault.

A hand gently caressed his shoulder, and Amuro only heard the junior whisper:

"But Mr. Amuro also saved me, didn't he? Although I don't know why Mr. Amuro ignored those doubts at the time, it is normal for people to misunderstand. Besides, this time, if it wasn't for Mr. Amuro this time. Come and save me, I'm afraid I'm really going to die there."

Amuro Toru raised his head hesitantly, and looked at Xin Haikong with some helplessness.

In fact, if Xin Haikong didn't talk like that, Amuro would not feel so guilty. He was originally just entangled in his failure to help Xin Haikong in time, which caused the younger generation to fall into danger that should not have been there.

People's guilt can be worn away, it will gradually fade with the passage of time, and it will also ease slightly as the sufferer receives the compensation he deserves. But if the sufferer forgives him unreservedly and insists that he does not want any compensation, people with high moral literacy will be even more tortured by guilt.

What Xin Haikong has shown is such a blameless tolerance. This trusting and tolerant attitude will only make Amuro doubt again and again how bad he is and how skeptical he is to do such a thing of doubting his younger generation.

Obviously he caused the younger generation to be kidnapped, but the younger generation is still expressing gratitude for rushing to the rescue.

Does he fit? Now he has to personally send the junior back to the Metropolitan Police Department again, so that the junior can accept the suspicion of everyone.

Amuro gritted his teeth and smiled reluctantly, trying his best not to show unnecessary emotions and make the younger generation even more sad.

He looked at the road ahead and started the car slowly.

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Poirot Cafe.

The blond young man couldn't hold it any longer. He glanced sideways at the electronic clock hanging on the wall, sighed deeply, and threw a kitchen knife dipped in tomato juice on the cooking table impatiently.

The usually clean and tidy cooking table is now in a mess like a typhoon passing through.

Miss Enomoto, who was standing not far away unfortunately watching the whole process, also sighed. Looking at the messy kitchen counter, she felt that cleaning after the business was closed would definitely become difficult.

"Hey hey hey! Why are your sandwiches so red!" A young female guest shouted angrily, raising her hand to greet the waiter.

Seeing this, Enomoto hurriedly stepped forward and glanced down at Sandwich—

The milky-white slices of bread are now covered with a patchwork of red spots of Banber, like a spiced-eye advertisement that has been eliminated.

hiss-

Enomoto gasped, recalling the kitchen knife dipped in red juice he had just seen. "This, this is our restaurant's special deep-winter dish. On the basis of the original sandwich, sweet and sour tomato juice is cleverly added during the processing of the toast slices, which not only increases the aesthetics, but also makes the food itself delicious. The taste has become a little more refreshing. You can actually try it, guests.”

The young female guest glanced at Enomoto suspiciously, and hesitantly took a bite of the sandwich in her hand.

"Why doesn't this taste as good as it used to be? Although the ingredients added are the same, I always feel that the bread slices are not as soft as they used to be? The lettuce is also wilted."

"Uh... ah, because our food has the best tasting period, you waited a little longer and just missed the best tasting period."

The female guest was hesitant, suddenly raised her finger and pointed at Enon herself, "Then why did your chef run away?"

? ? ?

Enomoto turned his head for the first time, only to see that the elder brother who was supposed to stay in front of the cooking table had disappeared. On the messy cooking table was an apron that was also messy and full of red juice.

What about Mr. Amuro?

She looked at the door in hindsight, only to see the glass door that was still shaking, and the figure far away outside the door.

He didn't take time off again!

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The white Mazda waved its tail handsomely and stopped at the door of the Metropolitan Police Department.

Toru Amuro clenched the steering wheel in his hand tightly, not wanting to send Xin Haikong in.

Seeing this, Xin Haikong said gently: "It's okay, Matsuda has found the key evidence to exonerate me. The hotel's surveillance was manipulated, and I didn't walk into the hotel on my own initiative. With this evidence , I will most likely be acquitted."

As he spoke, he noticed that Toru Amuro's expression became stiffer beside him. Xin Haikong frowned secretly, what did this guy think of? Is there something wrong with him?

The black-haired youth turned slightly and asked in a gentle tone, "Mr. Anshi, what's wrong? Did something happen again?"

Toru Amuro slammed his fist on the steering wheel of the car, paused for a moment, and looked very embarrassed. It was not until Xin Haikong mentioned "Songtian" that he remembered his previous appointment with Songtian.

At that time, he and Matsuda exchanged identities. When Matsuda dressed up as Amuro and went to work in Poirot, he made three orders and five orders to him, and he must send Xin Haikong to his place as soon as possible.

But when he just apologized, the forgiveness of the younger generation made his whole mind mess up, and he completely forgot about Matsuda Jinhei who was still waiting in Poirot.

Amuro said with a guilty conscience, "I forgot about Matsuda."