MTL - The Red Side is Always Blocking My Dog ​​leash-Chapter 88

The voice on the phone quieted down, and he continued: "The other party has tried so hard to set up such a situation. If I leave from here, I'm afraid it will explode immediately? I'll never know the prompt before the explosion."

He didn't open it, and the voice in the mobile phone wouldn't be transmitted there. The other party must not know that they have learned the location of another bomb.

After all, I don't know what type of prisoner is responsible for placing the bomb. If the other party's plan is in vain and becomes angry and detonates two bombs directly, it will be troublesome.

Qiu Zeyao was tired, he simply sat down with his legs crossed, staring at the flashing screen in a daze.

"Officer Mumu, go do what you need to do, there's no need to call the helicopter here, my fate was already determined when I entered here." He said, "Please record the call, I saw the prompt. When, will-"

His voice froze as a familiar smile appeared on the screen that finally stopped flickering.

I see.

The guy who... is keen to help others realize their crimes, the bomber in prison is hooked up with him.

The familiar smiling face slowly turned into a sad look, and just above the one-minute countdown, a string of text appeared scrolling.

[The new game is launched, but the earliest players have to log out permanently. Dear Mr. Police Officer, are you so cruel to violate our agreement? 】

The roar of the helicopter's propeller was approaching. It took off from the roof of the Metropolitan Police Department. It only took a few minutes to get here.

Qiu Ze Yao's eyelids jumped.

[For your sake, go down, take a helicopter and leave to participate in the next game. 】

The three people on the mobile phone called his name and asked him if something happened. It seemed that they heard Matsuda Jinping's voice. It should be an illusion. That guy was still visiting the Tokyo Detention Center. Qiu Zeyao closed his eyes: "I'm fine, please keep the helicopter away from the Ferris wheel so that it won't be affected."

He hangs up.

"If I leave, you'll detonate another bomb."

Not and must be!

Qiu Zeyao stared at the screen, two words slowly appeared on it, and an expression.

【you guess? 】

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Countdown to half a minute.

Qiu Ze Yao pursed his lips and squeezed messy folds out of the flat suit with his fingers.

The helicopter flew away.

He glanced outside, his eyes hurt by the scorching midday sun.

Fifteen seconds left.

[There has never been a second bomb. 】

[That guy asked me to put the bomb in the Rice Kwa Central Hospital. But I think it's too wasteful, after all, it's such a delicate and bright fireworks, isn't it too boring to be demolished like this? 】

Akizawa opened his eyes wide.

eight seconds...

【It's a pity that the next exciting game will not be with you. 】

[Goodbye, poor Mr. Sergeant. 】

ha?

Qiu Zeyao's finger hovering in the air when he was about to point to a certain number, the other party did not let him go because of an agreement.

But the so-called next game has arrangements for him. If he died here, those thoughts were wasted, so the other party said to let him go.

But now the other party confessed that the second bomb did not exist, and it was not a good intention to relieve his concerns and let him escape with peace of mind, because the time was simply too late.

It was to make him regret it, to make him realize that the chance to live had slipped through his hands, the death he chose.

This was Qiu Ze Yao's original plan.

But it's unpleasant.

This guy is more dangerous than the bomber. He can do whatever he wants, and he has no rules at all. The next so-called wonderful game cannot be stopped because of his death, and considering that the other party is targeting His arrangement, this game must be deeply implicated by the police, maybe without him, Matsuda Jinping, who has a good relationship with him, will be used as a substitute...

five seconds...

Qiu Zeyao threw away the phone, and the countdown number jumped. He squeezed his fingers and tapped **** the inner wall of the cable car. The carriage swayed, and the mercury beads rolled with it.

Four seconds...

At this time, he suddenly understood why he was waiting so eagerly for this day to come.

He's been using the same distancing name for everyone, police officer, sir, trying to socially distance what he thinks is a seatbelt, and he was going to wait for the end date alone, just like at the beginning, as a way to make up for A Jun is not enough of a tool person, his task is to stop at the Ferris wheel.

But there are always a group of guys around him who turn a blind eye to his indifference, cross the safe area on their own, and stay inside without permission.

Hagihara is like this, Matsuda, Yamada, Makimura are like this, and... Shiratori...

Promising to eat Chinese food with him is just because he thinks it will be over soon, and there is no such opportunity at all.

three seconds...

Qiuzawa Yao eagerly and fearfully looked forward to the end of the day. When he was originally created, part of A-Jun's intention was that he would exist as a calm beacon when he got lost on the road.

But now the beacon is about to get lost, too.

So everything has to end before that.

Then he recreates a new identity, a single otaku is fine, no social, no job, a cramped room, always a lonely mind.

It was supposed to be like this.

two seconds...

If he misses this opportunity, can he still make up his mind to abandon Qiu Ze Yao?

The answer is unknown.

So it is best not to have the opportunity to answer.

a second...

The moment the incoming call rang, the words on the LCD screen changed.

【Congratulations, logging out...】

"It really is a garbage game." Qiu Zeyao sneered.

zero…

"Boom!"

Under the clear sky, the third explosion occurred on time at noon. The cable car No. 72 burst in mid-air, and the charred body fragments fell to the ground.

Matsuda Jinping heard the sound through his mobile phone, his fingers exerted force, and the knuckles turned white, "That guy is already on the helicopter, isn't he?"

Silence...

Sato Miwako said after a long time, "He didn't come out."

Mu Mu Shisan's cell phone was busy by Matsuda Jinping, and the message was sent by text message. He reached out and opened it: "Mihua Central Hospital has not found a bomb."

Sato Miwako: "Is the news wrong?"

Mu Mu Shisan said: "Impossible, that's the news from the police department."

Although the relationship between the Metropolitan Police Department and the National Police Agency is not good, the other party will not make fun of this kind of thing.

[But found this. 】

Another photo was sent from the opposite side, and when I opened it at 13:00, I found that it was a black box, which had been disassembled, and a display screen was installed on it. From the inside, it was just a simple timer.

[Congratulations to the player for successfully finding the quest item! 】

shows such a sentence.

cheated...

Shiratori Ren Saburo, who had been looking at the sky, suddenly shouted: "Wait, let the helicopter go over!"

The helicopter approached the exploding Ferris wheel under the control of the driver, and finally hovered over the cable car No. 73 next to No. 72. One person opened the door and climbed down the rope ladder.

The glass of the cable car had been shattered by the impact of the explosion, and the side facing the explosion was also deformed. He turned inside from the window, and his tactical boots stepped on the glass fragments, making a crisp sound.

He half-squatted down, took off his gloves, put his fingertips on the side of the young man's neck, and quickly retracted his hand, ignoring the blood on it, and pressed the earphone to talk: "He needs first aid."

The other party probably shattered the glass at the same time as the explosion, and then followed the impact into the cable car next door, avoiding most of the explosion waves. Several pieces of glass were deeply embedded in the body, and the back was also blackened by facing the explosion, and finally fell to the ground. Shi's head hit the seat, Yan is not serious, I don't know, in short, he is not dead.

He made a gesture and felt that it was a bit difficult to find a good place on this guy. He simply hooked one arm on the other's abdomen, left the cable car like this, grabbed the rope ladder and was taken down by the helicopter.

"Qiuzawa!"

Qiu Zeyao felt that the sound was like some kind of underworld sound effect that was near and far, and the whole person was spinning around, dizzy and wanting to vomit. He opened his eyes with difficulty, and there was a blur of color in front of him, flowing like a liquid, and his consciousness was light. But still can't really fly.

Is this what it feels like to end...?

Not as easy as imagined.

The system's prompt sounded directly in his soul, [A total of three fatal injuries have been repaired, and 77 energy has been deducted. 】

"...!" Qiu Zeyao sat up in shock, his eyes widened for a moment, and he could see the scene in front of him completely, and the previously vague and illusory voice became clear.

Blue sky, white clouds, and a few big faces.

"This is not the end! Qiu Ze, hold on!" Shiratori Ren Saburo rarely showed such a big emotional expression, "We have to go to eat Chinese food together, this is what I finally waited for you to agree to, absolutely not allowed You missed your appointment!"

Qiu Zeyao was sluggish for a few seconds, realizing what stupid thing he had just done.

He jumped out of the gondola at the last minute, and the blast wave pushed him into Gondola 73.

Immediately, the carriage blocked most of the impact for him, but the shards of glass and the wreckage of Car No. 72 penetrated his body, which caused fatal injuries, and then the system followed his wishes and repaired him.

Forget it, the authorities are fans, but why are you like this, Mr. A?

Qiu Ze Yao closed his eyes peacefully.

"Qiuzawa/Qiuzawa-kun!" The three of them shouted in panic.

Mr. A received a call from an unknown number.

He was watching the news of the explosion of the Ferris wheel reported on TV, curled up on his sofa, Xiaokui was in his arms, the warm temperature reached his belly through his clothes.

He pressed the answer button, and the woman's soft voice rang in his ear: "Good evening, Montes."

"Belmode." He called out the other party's identity and paused, "I'm sorry, I don't have much time recently, how about finding someone else if I need help?"

His identity was almost wiped out by An Shi. And because of Qiu Ze Yao and the bomb, I was not very happy.

So there is no interest in being a coolie for Belmod. If the other party had come earlier, he would have agreed, and he could only say that it was too coincidental and unlucky.

Belmod snorted and said with a smile: "Yes, it seems that you need to increase the number to invite Mr. Ghost."

It was beyond her expectations that the other party was so good at talking, and the other preparations at that time were useless, but it was not too late.

She praised: "It's really hard to trust this matter to others, I appreciate your ability. Especially the marksmanship, you can accurately hit the opponent's forehead without aiming, or at such a crowded banquet. ."

A Jun was silent for a moment, lowered his eyes, and said calmly: "Okay, you have praised me so much, it seems impossible to say without help."

Of course, what Belmod said at that banquet was not a compliment, but a hint to him that she knew that the person who shot at that time was Mr. A, and that he had deliberately let go of Scotland.

Maybe there is still a video in his hand, iron-like evidence, if it is handed over to Jinjiu, the other party will see him unhappy, and he will definitely solve him without a word.

Belmod knew that she hadn't spoken about this matter for so long, and it reflected that she didn't really have much affection for the organization, and she might be happy to see the organization collapse, as long as it didn't involve her.

"So happy to cooperate, get ready, I will give you news."

"Wait, who are you trying to kill, should you tell me?"

"Yes-"