MTL - How Real Wine Became the Light of the Metropolitan Police-Chapter 61 incite defection

"I won't take you upstairs."

The purple-gray-haired boy's voice was still hoarse, he sat motionless in the car, and his gaze towards Xin Haikong was a little dim.

"Don't worry."

Xin Haikong waved his hand casually with his back to Ajibe and stepped into the elevator of the apartment.

The two of them were unharmed in the whole kidnapping case. The hospital forcibly kept them for one night, and they were successfully discharged the next morning.

At this time, the apartment is estimated to have only been built for a few years, and the facilities are still very new, and so is the elevator.

There was no one in the elevator at eight o'clock in the morning. After Xin Haikong pressed the floor button, he continued to think about his digging plan.

First of all, it can be determined that the revenge after eight years must be done by Xin Haikong's guidance Fangmura Hirohiko.

Using the convenience of the timeline, he clearly knew that Toru Amuro and himself would go to that haunted house.

Then you just need to inform Yoshimura Hirohiko in advance to disperse the map in the amusement park dressed as a clown.

This is reasonable.

And it has to be said that only by using the bug of the timeline, will Xin Haikong himself and Amuro Toru, who are full of vigilance, be attacked.

At the same time, it can completely remove the suspicion of Xin Haikong.

Because he really "did nothing" when it just happened.

Everything he did was after the case had happened.

The two "audience" he and Amuro Toru will be in place quickly.

The question is, why did Keigo Atobe go to such a remote haunted house by himself?

How to lead Ajibu to that haunted house is more troublesome.

What happened in that part, he hadn't figured it out before he wore it back, and now it's all up to him.

First of all, after waking up this morning and learning that the kidnappers shot and killed the girl, Akibu's mood has not been high.

An 18-year-old boy may not be able to bear the strong sense of guilt that his son did not kill Boren, but Boren died because of it.

So what will the other party do when driven by this sense of guilt?

The haunted house where the **** incident occurred was announced to be closed that night. Under normal circumstances, the park should find a way to rectify it after the matter subsided. Why was this haunted house kept for eight years?

Will the trace department be preserved?

He recalled the newspaper he had seen at the time.

If he remembered correctly—

The investor of this Doro amusement park is the Trace Ministry consortium.

At that time, he saw the figure of a director of the Ajibu Foundation on a ribbon-cutting photo in the newspaper.

The haunted house was requested by the Ministry of Traces. It has been preserved for eight years, and the other party will still have a fresh memory of this event eight years later.

Then he shouldn't be invited to the haunted house?

Wouldn't normal people be more vigilant when they found the location in Doro Amusement Park or a haunted house?

Could it be Yoshimura Hirohiko who made people dizzy and took them to the haunted house?

No, when Atobe usually comes and goes, ordinary people can't get close to it easily...

He frowned, his eyes drifting to the elevator door in front of him.

The bright elevator door faintly reflected his shadow, and a white face appeared in the long, cocoon-like black down jacket.

The elevator is about to arrive.

and many more!

His eyes widened suddenly.

Eight years later, the monitor in his room belonged to Hiroshihiko Yoshimura, indicating that his future idea should be to continue to push the pot in the direction that M still wants to harm Xin Haikong.

He wants to portray the identity of "Xin Haikong" as a complete victim, and "M" as a person who hides behind Fangmura Hirohiko and wants to use Fangmura's hands to disrupt the situation.

How can I invite Atobe Keigo, who is quite vigilant, to the place where the crime happened that year?

I'm afraid he can only borrow his own name.

On the shadow of the elevator, the white face was clearly reflected.

He has fully figured out what he should do to achieve the ending eight years later.

Xin Haikong stepped out of the elevator and quickly returned home. After a brief inspection of the apartment, after confirming that there was no monitoring equipment, he sat cross-legged on the bed in the bedroom.

He was going to try to contact the organization, but didn't know what to say.

‘Hello? Does the winery still need new talent? ’

'Mosimoxi? There is a new undercover order coming, please check it. ’

In the end, he recalled how reliable Big Brother was, and considering that he should have been about the same eight years ago, he decided to speak the vernacular directly.

The world is already so difficult, they don't have to make it difficult for each other.

Put an end to riddlers, start with you and me.

[I'm sure of an undercover cop who turned against the police and need help. —Moscato]

Gin's mobile phone number won't change easily, and it's likely that he will be using it now in eight years' time.

After sending the text message to Jinjiu's mobile number, Xin Haikong lay on his back on the bed and waited for a response.

Time plucked a string, and the vibration slowly passed.

Half a minute later, his phone vibrated.

He sat up and turned on his phone.

[Name rank method, I let vodka go. —GIN]

call-

The big brother's reply was as reassuring as ever.

Even the big brother from eight years ago, there is no obstacle to communication.

Xin Haikong wrote the rhetoric of Hirohiko Yoshimura, a conspirator, that he thought of on a piece of paper, and took a picture to pass it on.

Attached is a text message.

[Remember to use M's name to instigate the opponent.

PS: I need more detailed contact information of the other party. —M]

Gin's reply came quickly too.

[Do not contact the police privately. —GIN]

Arrived with Hiromura Hirohiko's private message, and Gin's exhortation.

After Xin Haikong memorized Fangcun's email address and mobile phone number, he deleted all the text messages that came and went.

It is impossible not to have private contact with the police.

What he told Gin, or could tell Gin, was how to turn against Fangmura Hirohiko now.

The specific operation is nothing more than to first provoke the other party's doubts about the police's ability and hatred for the consortium, then describe a bright future for him, and promise future revenge like a pie.

But he didn't actually tell Gin the exact way to get revenge.

The information involved in this aspect is too large. If you tell Jinjiu directly, Big Brother is likely to directly guess what he wants to do.

He must communicate with Fangmura Hirohiko in private.

But he would wait until the vodka sent back a message of safety before reaching out.

·

Late at night, the dark-brown-haired man walked slowly down the alley with his head down.

Thick clouds covered the moon tightly, and the light in the alley was dim.

A month ago, he was transferred from the Aichi Prefectural Police Station to the Tokyo Metropolitan Police Department.

At that time it seemed as if a bright future was already ahead.

The position has been promoted, the salary has increased, and the wife and daughter are very happy.

Katori has been yearning to live in Tokyo since he was in junior high school.

Taking advantage of this promotion, he bought a second-hand house in Tokyo.

After the exam, Katori immediately packed his luggage and went to Tokyo to play.

Sometimes, he couldn't understand what was going on at all.

Obviously yesterday morning, Katori waved at him with a smile on his face, saying that he was going to play at the newly opened playground nearby.

However, when he received a call from the police and rushed to the gate of the Doro Amusement Haunted House, he saw his only daughter, taken as a hostage, held hostage and exposed to the cold guns of the kidnappers.

At that moment, the gates of **** had already opened towards him.

They kidnapped the heirs of the Atobe Consortium and demanded 10 billion from the Atobe Consortium.

A full ten billion yen.

Each of the more than 40 police officers at the scene was worried about the hostages inside.

But his worries were doubled.

They hurriedly communicated with the Akibu Consortium, and the other party kept repeating and couldn't get together.

Can't get together.

Ten billion yen is really hard to come together in such a short period of time.

The other party asked the police to continue to delay the time.

But how can there be so much time.

He could only watch his only daughter die at the gunpoint of the kidnappers.

The scene at that moment was so unfamiliar that, after a long time, he couldn't think about how Katori fell.

Does she hurt?

Does it hurt when blood sticks to your clothes?

She had done her hairstyle for a long time that day, and it was soaked with blood. Wouldn't it make her ugly?

why!

Wasn't the kidnapped Keigo Atobe? Why did his own daughter die instead?

The malice inside is like a beast out of control, hitting the cage.

The beast is the father, and the cage is the police.

After that incident, he tried his best to find out what happened to Kaori from the time he entered the haunted house and before he died.

A total of eight hostages were involved in the kidnappings.

They are two haunted house staff, two young male college students, the main target of the kidnappers, Keigo Atobe and his friend Shinkai, and Koichi Tono, a high school student from Nagoya City, and his daughter.

Fangcun Fragrance.

Every hostage record, he personally went into battle.

The two male college students and the staff briefly recounted what happened, saying that Katori volunteered to be a hostage.

how can that be possible?

Katori was so afraid of pain, and even the slightest injury would be uncomfortable for a long time, so why would he volunteer to be a hostage?

Until he asked Tono Koichi, his daughter's classmate, he was the only one who told the truth.

The hostage that the kidnappers planned to take out at the beginning was not Katori at all, it was Xin Haikong, the boy who was eighteen years old but looked young.

It was Atobe Keigo who spoke, and the hostage was replaced by Katori.

The beast was completely out of control.

Maliciousness is like the weeds swept by the spring breeze, growing wildly.

Relying on the police's credentials, he reluctantly reached the top floor, but he stopped there. He could only watch the eldest young master and the heir lying quietly and comfortably through the glass window of the VIP ward. bed to sleep.

His Katori is also asleep now.

The dark-brown-haired police officer showed a smile, and deep blue phoenix eyes filled with deep sadness and hatred.

At the last moment, it was the police uniform on his body that restrained him.

Most of the kidnappers at the scene were killed or injured in the shootout at the time, and only a few people remained.

Yoshimura Hirohiko catches the prisoner who is still alive.

The crimes committed by these people are iron-clad.

He turned the prisoners to the procuratorate, and asked his colleagues there, hoping that these prisoners would be sentenced and pay for their lives for Hong.

The colleague told him in a cold and pitying tone.

"Hongyan, he cannot be sentenced to death."

He still remembered the anger that spewed out at that moment, which made him rush up and grab the collar of his old friend, pushing him all the way back to the cold floor-to-ceiling window.

"Why can't he be sentenced? He murdered! He was in front of so many police officers..." Tears spilled out of his eyes unscrupulously, falling one after another.

"Kill Katori."

His friend put his hand on his shoulder and said in a low voice:

"The procedure is very difficult to go through. There is still one person in prison, and the one who killed more than 20 people still cannot be sentenced to death. It can be locked up for more than 20 years at most."

"What's more..." The friend hesitated.

"What's more?"

"What's more, there is pressure from above to minimize the impact of this incident and try to close the case by means of gang fights and accidental injury to civilians, so the matter of Katori..."

"Above?" Fangmura Hirohiko chuckled softly, a hint of mockery flashed in his dark blue phoenix eyes.

"Which one is above?"

"You know, the consortium is quite taboo on this kind of news, and they deliberately put pressure on your side and our side.

You don't really want to be seen as bad, plus this time only..."

The friend's face changed, and he whispered, "I'm sorry, I didn't mean..."

"Boom-"

In the darkness, the middle-aged man with dark brown hair leaned against the wall for a moment, and his memories were interrupted.

He just kicked an old can that was thrown here.

He bent down and looked for the can.

Finally found the jar in the corner of the alley against the wall, with a familiar appearance in red and white.

He straightened the can, put it in front of him, and raised his foot—

"boom!"

Violently kicked the can again.

The can hit the windowpane of a home.

The glass shattered.

The family let out a curse, and the bright yellow lights turned on instantly.

A middle-aged man protruded from the window, looked down aggressively, and was about to scold, his fierce eyes fixed on the police uniform on Fangmura Hirohiko.

He was silent for a while, then said, "Mr. Police Officer, a thief just smashed our window..."

Fangmura Hirohiko smiled at him, put his hand in the pocket of his jacket, and pinched the paper inside.

The sharp edge of the paper printed a path in his palm, and he continued to walk into the deep alley.

This morning, he saw a letter in his mailbox.

There are only a few words on the white stationery.

The other party asked him to meet in front of this alley.

Before seeing this letter, he had actually completed the divorce with his wife.

He was going to take revenge alone.

He was a bomb disposal cop and knew nothing about bombs.

He was going to plant bombs near the prison where the kidnappers were temporarily imprisoned, and then go to the Ministry of Trace consortium alone to take revenge.

Although even betting on his life would be nothing more than hitting a stone with an egg.

But the letter arrived.

The thick cloud finally moved his body a little, shedding a thin ray of moonlight.

"click, click, click"

The sound of leather shoes stepping on the concrete floor is particularly obvious.

Fangmura Hirohiko raised his head, a hint of anticipation flashed in his dark blue eyes.

A tall man in a black coat and black hat stood not far away.

·

the next day.

The boy with short black hair trotted out of the apartment building. The white down jacket he wore last time was stained with dust. At this time, he was wearing a black down jacket, and the heat from the sun continuously surrounded him. .

call-

It's not cold to run.

He ran all the way to the newsstand at the corner of the street, and while he was out of breath, bursts of white mist rose up.

The boy's round face raised a well-behaved smile and said hello to the old grandmother.

"Get up so early."

The old grandmother pushed the presbyopic glasses on her face and spoke gently.

"Um."

The young man nodded, his words contained deep meaning, his eyes wandered among the newspapers in the newsstand.

"I can't wait to see today's news."

"What newspaper are you looking for?"

The grandmother bent down and wanted to help him find it together.

"Just an ordinary news paper."

The teenager took a common newspaper from the shelf and handed the money obediently.

"Goodbye grandma!"

The young man turned his head and greeted him with a smile. Amber eyes are warm in the sun.

"Hey, good."

The old grandmother watched the little boy leave with slightly cloudy eyes, and smiled unconsciously.

As an old woman, she also felt that this winter was much warmer.

The teenager trotted back all the way, opened the newspaper in the warm elevator, skipped the miscellaneous news ahead, and saw the last page.

Found what he wanted to see in a small grid.

This kind of news cannot be suppressed. At most, they can only adjust the position of the report to the very back.

"It is reported that a fire broke out in our city's third prison around 23:00 yesterday evening, and several suspects died due to ineffective rescue..."

He burst out laughing.

It seems that this wave of future bosses has charged a lot of money, and the news media's mouths are like smearing honey.

No wonder the media are the most liars.

The highest state of telling lies is to only tell half the truth.

What they reported was exactly the same as the facts, but only a part of the content was deleted, which made the whole incident look as if the suspect was burned to death.

Complete disregard for the bullet holes in the heads of the corpses.

·

On the morning of the seventh day, the system prompt sound came as scheduled.

[The plot node has officially ended and is being connected to the official timeline. 】

The world in front of him instantly froze.

Under the sunlight, the dust raised in the sky is like asteroids staying in orbit and motionless.

[The main timeline is being accessed—]

The tentacles are a warm, viscous liquid.

The strong smell of blood came.

No, no, no...

Xin Haikong opened his eyes, and the first thing he saw was the blood gushing out from the waist and abdomen of Atobe Jingwu.

fuck!

His hands trembled at the time, and it really cracked the guy's wound!

"Officer Xinhai, we're back—"

Toru Amuro's voice sounded from the direction of the cave's exit, and Xin Haikong looked back in a panic.

The black-haired youth's hands were raised in the air at a loss, stained with blood, and the wounds of the wounded under him burst for the second time, and the situation looked very critical.

"His wound is open..."

Amuro Toru's purple-gray eyes suddenly widened, and he stepped forward and knelt down in front of Ajibu, tore the hem of his inner shirt, and tied the body at the top of Ajibu's wound.

After Xin Haikong stood up, he silently stood aside and lowered his head slightly obediently.

"Have you found another exit?"

"No, the exit was indeed blown up."

Conan shook his head and sighed.

"Actually... I just remembered that I actually came here a long time ago, but I don't know if the exit is still there."

Xin Haikong pretended to be deeply immersed in memories, and spoke carefully.

"Huh? Has Officer Shinkai also been here?" Conan asked in a puzzled tone, glancing at Toru Amuro beside him.

"Mr. Amuro said he was here too."

When Amuro heard the words, he looked up at Xin Haikong, his purple-gray eyes flashed with deep thought.

"I also remembered when I entered this haunted house. Eight years ago, when this playground just opened, I came to play with a friend."

"Something happened here at that time, and it seems that the entire haunted house has been closed for rectification. When did the Xinhai police officer come? After the correction?"

The blond young man had a serious expression on his face, as if he really didn't know when Xin Haikong came to this haunted house.

Amuro can't remember who he is?

Or has he really changed too much?

No, Amuro Toru clearly saw what he looked like at the time, and now he appeared with Atobe Keigo, how could he not recognize him.

Are you pretending to be garlic with him here?

Yep. That being the case, he also pretended not to know.

After all, it's been eight years, and it's normal to not remember when we met by chance.

"I also came eight years ago, when it first opened. It's really been too long, and I don't remember very clearly. I came with Atobe at the time." .

"Mr. Amuro may have left earlier. At that time, the kidnappers wanted to kidnap the Ajibu. Later, under the leadership of the staff of the haunted house, we escaped in the chaos."

"At that time, we were going through the employee channel. I don't know if it is still there now. Will the people who blow up the other two channels blow up the employee channel as well."

"Staff access!"

Conan jumped to his feet, a gleam in his eyes.

"Where is it, Officer Xinhai!"

Xinhaikong is actually looking for it.

The layout of this haunted house has not changed. The light was a little dark at the time, and the staff seemed to be setting up a puppet of Sadako or Gamako with a hole underneath.

But now he looked around and couldn't find any doll of Sadako.

All the ornaments related to those things in the haunted house were taken away.

He held up a flashlight, used the ceiling in the middle as the base point, judged the direction by the exit entrance, and determined a small area.

"I remember being around here..."

"what-"

"Ayumi!"

"I don't feel pain, there's a hole here."

Yoshida Ayumi followed the new big brother step by step, stepped on the air without noticing, and fell into a round hole.

"You can still move forward here!"

"Ayumi, you come up first!"

With the help of Xin Haikong, Yoshida Ayumi, who fell into the staff passage by mistake, was pulled up.

"That's the staff channel."

"What channel?"

Matsuda Jinpei, who went to the entrance to check the situation, just came back at this time. He held up the flashlight of his mobile phone, and the weak white light only illuminated a small area.

"Staff channel." Xin Haikong glanced at Matsuda and briefly repeated what he just said.

"Hmm..." Matsuda approached the staff passage, stood there and pondered for a while, then jumped in.

"Matsuda?"

"The person who stabbed that guy, I don't know if they found this employee channel, let me go and explore the way first."

Matsuda caught the flashlight thrown by Toru Amuro, bit it on his mouth, and bent over to move forward.

He was grabbed by the collar behind him.

Matsuda turned around and met Xin Haikong's eyes.

"It's too late, Akibu may lose too much blood at any time, let's carry him out together."

Xin Haikong's tone was anxious, perfectly playing a good classmate who was afraid of an accident in the Aegis Department.

"But we don't have a stretcher..."

Conan stood behind him and spoke hesitantly.

Generally speaking, it is better not to move easily for a patient who has been hit by a knife.

"There are wooden boards here."

Xin Haikong pointed to the corner of the haunted house. There are indeed some old boards there, which should have been left when the haunted house was demolished.

Matsuda supported the hole with his hands, jumped out, tore his clothes into strips, and simply fixed the wooden boards.

They carried Ajibu to the wooden board, Amuro in front and Matsuda in the back.

Xin Haikong, who was dismissed as too weak, was responsible for following behind the "stretcher" with a group of children.

"Brother police officer, it's so dark here—"

Xin Haikong lowered his head, smiled and pulled out the hem of the shirt that Yoshida Ayumi was holding in the palm of his hand, and pushed the person forward.

"It's okay, there are so many police brothers with you."

He opened his mouth to speak.

Amuro in front paused for a while.