"Why is this happening? Why is this happening?? What do you all do for food!!!" Sitting in the conference room of a class, Megu roared at his men: "Two explosions in one day not only killed people, but also a bar was blown up. How did I explain to the media? How do I face the public? "

"Can we blame this kind of thing be blamed on our heads?" Matsuda scratched his head and muttered in confusion. Although he didn't say it directly, the silent conference room that was scolded by Memu was quite quiet. Everyone heard Matsuda's words, including Memu who was angry.

"What did you say, Matsuda, a bastard!? Are you not responsible for the public security in Tokyo so chaotic? Don't forget your identity!! You are a policeman. If something happens, can you be worthy of your police badge?!" Memu's anger suddenly found the vent, and his mouth was full of saliva, like a mountain torrent swept over Matsuda.

Matsuda felt very ashamed when Memu said this, and did not dare to raise his head, for fear of being splashed by his spit. Humph, be content, you have seen Conan so many times and have not encountered a movie version. You still burned the incense of this kind of thing even if you know it. There will be no major accidents during festivals or movie versions. You have no psychological quality and can't survive it in the future.

When Memu was in such a critical moment of being uneasy, she met Matsuda who was obedient and like a small person. Of course, she vented her heart happily. When she roared out all the resentment accumulated in her heart, she returned to her seat, drank a cup of tea, and began to turn to the topic: "Matsuda, what happened to the explosion in Mantian? Is the victim's identity clear? "

Matsuda, who was wandering around in the sky, recalled the major case in the theater version carefully, naturally ignored Megu's question. It was not until Sato next to him kicked him under the table that Matsuda took back his thoughts and asked her in confusion: "What's wrong? The meeting has ended?"

"Huhh~~~" The person who answered Matsuda was not Kawaii Sato, but was panting, and his head seemed to be twice as big as he was holding it up: "Matsuda, I asked, "Matsuda, I asked, you, Man, Tian, ​​Do, explode, bombing, incident, incident, people, have you found it?"

"No." Matsuda's natural answer was concise and powerful.

Then, when Meguchi, who was afraid that he would become a ball, could no longer help but explode. He exploded the backbone elites in the class and caused the third tragic explosion. Matsuda immediately started with reasonable reasons: "I checked the box that Nakajima was preparing to trade. It contained a list and introduction of the world's top computer programmers that were connected to Mantian. That man might be a commercial spy. We can't do this kind of thing. I suggest transfer it to the Osaka Police Headquarters."

Even if this unlucky ghost named Agave really has an open identity, he may have been covered by that organization. It is very simple to issue a death certificate for a person with the energy of that organization. Even if it is an accidental death, it will never involve the explosion. After dealing with Meguro, Matsuda lowered his head and drew circles on the table.

"Is it really just a commercial spy?" Megu looked at Matsuda with a deep meaning. It is rare to see this kid so deep. I cursed a little too much just now?

"How could I know about this kind of thing? Osaka's population flows exceed 10,000 every day, without names, photos, or even fingerprints. I only gave me a set of DNA data. With a Tokyo policeman like me, I can't find out even after I retire!" Feeling that Megu's tone softened, Matsuda immediately sniffed on his face.

"This~~~ I will apply tomorrow and prepare to transfer it to the Osaka Police Headquarters for investigation." Meguri was not entangled in this matter, but his intuition told him what Matsuda had hidden. It might be out of trust in Matsuda, or it might make the explosions make him anxious. Such a small doubt was immediately thrown out for two miles.

After a while, Sato was in charge of the cocktail bar explosion, and the end of the explosion in Paradise was left to Matsuda and Takagi. Oh, poor Takagi. Of course, compared to Takagi, Meguri felt that he was the more pitiful one.

On New Year's Day, I established three military order guarantee letters in succession, but what happened? The idol star was killed, the high-ranking officials were killed, and the explosions were surrounded by my side as if a curse. Megu gritted his teeth and pushed open the office door of the search manager Matsumoto Police. No matter how he scolded me, he would never set up any guarantee letters in this time.

"Bao! Look at what chaos in Tokyo is now! How do we explain to the public? What are we saying at the press conference? Guarantee? Half a month has passed on New Year's Day, what are you doing if you want that guarantee!!!"

In the interrogation room, watching Takagi and Takeshita chatting and writing, Matsuda felt bored. He stood up and said to Takagi very decently: "You can watch it yourself, and I'll go and see the disk that Nakajima traded."

Later? Under Takagi's admiration and respectful gaze, Matsuda successfully escaped. This kind of thing has been done many times, but the honest Takagi still did not notice Matsuda's sinister intentions, which made Matsuda feel a little guilty.

Matsuda, who was unwaveringly walking his own path with his heart, walked involuntarily to the door of the room where the evidence was stored in a class. Hey? No, why did I get here? It was obviously just an excuse?

Forget it, come when you come, so go in and take a look. Matsuda put his hand on the door handle, and before he could forcefully turn the door handle, the door was opened from the inside.

"Who are you?" Matsuda looked up and down at the man in police uniform: "Why haven't I seen you before?"

"Officer Matsuda." The police officer saluted first before answering: "I am Anxi from the Ministry of Transportation. I collected some new things at the scene of the Omiya Building where the explosion occurred, so the inspector Miyamoto asked me to send them."

"Is that so? Take me to say hello to Yumi." Matsuda turned his body sideways and asked Anxi to leave first. When Anxi walked out and walked past him, Matsuda swept his eyes into the house. The things in the house were moved by someone, so it was him, this Anxi police officer from the Ministry of Transportation.

Although the suitcase where the disk was placed was put back in place, the thing next to it was put backward. Although he was very careful, because Matsuda put it in by himself and used some small means, he could see the flaw at a glance.

When Anxi crossed Matsuda and felt relieved, Matsuda took a step and spread his right hand on Anxi's shoulder and grabbed his wrist with his left hand, twisted his waist and buckled Anxi to the ground.

Anxi felt a strong force coming, and her whole body could not control herself and fell backwards. There was a "cuckoo" on her shoulders. As the severe pain seemed to be cut off, she could no longer direct her arm movement.

"Hehe, boy, Zhang is so fierce and dares to pretend to be a policeman without applying makeup?" Matsuda pressed on Anxi, held him firmly, and began to act like a good person. Although Anxi, like those uncles in Yike, had a sense of aura coming out from the inside out, making people scared at first sight. But unlike those uncles who have been restricted by police rules for many years, Anxi is even more wild and ferocious and unscrupulous.

"You bastard!" Anxi struggled to get up: "It's not my fault to be ugly!!!"

"You shouldn't blame me for being ugly, but who told you to come out and be a bad guy!" Matsuda suppressed the fake policeman who wanted to resist: "Call me, call me, this is the Metropolitan Police Department, our territory."

"Officer Matsuda? What's wrong here?" Just as Matsuda was about to subdue the fake policeman, a honest voice came from behind.

"Chiba." Matsuda did not look back: "Go and call the police department and catch a fat fish..."

Matsuda said this, and when he heard the footsteps behind him still approaching, he felt something unusual, and his heart suddenly rose. When he heard the sound of wind breaking behind him, he obviously had something coming to his head. When he was about to hide, the fake guy under him thrust hard.

Although Matsuda used his unique skills to roll around in time, a layer of skin was still hanging on his head. Matsuda, who flashed to the side, touched the back of his head with his left hand, and it was indeed bleeding.

When I saw Qianye's chubby face, I suddenly felt that he was so disgusting. Hehe, you, the author, is too lazy to even afford a name. The guy who borrowed the name of the voice actor dared to knock me down.

Chiba, holding an iron rod, had already helped up his whineful accomplices on the ground. The two of them looked at Matsuda together, and the murderous aura in their eyes was not concealed at all. Matsuda, who leaned against the wall, touched his waist with his right hand, ready to take out his gun at any time to stage a wonderful story of a famous criminal policeman capturing the bandits.

"You won't want to shoot here, are you?" Kusaki Chiba said coldly, and the sound of disguise had lost a trace of honesty.

"If you can shoot you as a bastard, why not?" Matsuda grinned: "You are really cruel."

"If something happened to us here, guess what the people behind us would do?" Masashi Chiba began to scare Matsuda.

"It must be killing you to silence you. They will never jump out of the front desk for you two to do the right thing with the Japanese government, right?" Matsuda could not be easily frightened.

"Ah~~hehe, you bastard, one day you will regret it." The fake policeman who stood up endured the pain and stubbornly left a harsh sentence before evacuation.

"If you want to shoot, there will be a bomb outside." Chiba, the fake policeman, did not forget to threaten when she pulled the fake policeman backed up: "The people outside are my good friends."

The first time I met the Black Organization, I could only watch them slip away, but I was in the police station. Seeing them turn around and disappear into the corridor, Matsuda felt his blood rushing up, and his broken scalp obviously felt the amount of bleeding increased.

The decent Masao Chiba is probably Ireland. If any good friend is really killed by Kotori's gun? Matsuda curled his lips disdainfully. His right hand, which was hidden behind, scratched his back twice on his waist. Alas, it seems that he will also have to carry a small pistol with him at the door of his house in the future.

ps: Something happened at home a while ago, and now I have quit that job. Now I am idle at home to take care of my children. My nephew, who is almost two weeks old, is very worried. The update should be stable. However, since I don’t live in a home with an internet cable, I still have to upload it once a week. Although I agree to the next job, it will take at least one or two months to settle it. I am so helpless.
Chapter completed!