Conan's Helping People

Chapter 14 Police Dogs
For ordinary people, this is a very simple movement, a very simple movement that can dislocate the arm.

For those who have a foundation in dance or martial arts, this movement is not difficult.

Reasonable Hyuga can do it easily because the original owner is often locked in a closet or a small box by his mother. If he does this when the child is young and weak, there will be certain sequelae.

Sometimes, Mrs. Hyuga forgets that the child is still locked up, and the person needs to use twisted postures to try to reach the switch.

Of course, if you can't reach the external switches or locks, such as closing the wardrobe, you can only shrink yourself into a small ball and try to sleep.

Accumulated over the years, this body has become accustomed to doing all kinds of strange movements.

Even if you're not used to it, at most it's just a dislocated arm.

After tearing off the tape on the wrist with his mouth, the system prompt finally appeared.

['Mission: Distressed Passerby Mr. A' has been completed. ]
At the same time, Hyuga Ryo suddenly sounded a reminder, and the display screen on the bomb/bomb was on for a countdown, and the number was still beating continuously.

It's a bit of a loss to get [-] points, but at that time I didn't have a choice... Next time I go to the bathroom, I definitely can't look at people casually.

Too dangerous, blood loss.

After summing up his experience, Hyuga checked the position of the locator conveniently, and a small three-dimensional map was unfolded in front of him. The map was interwoven with blue buildings and green passable road sections.

A small dot flashing red light danced on the top of the map.

The other party's location is very close to the hospital, only a few hundred meters away, in a 'xxx curry shop', and there are dimmer red dry marks indicating the route the other party passed.

The criminal came out of the hospital, went straight to the curry shop, and never moved.

...Could it be eating curry?
Some people are eating happy curry, while others can only imagine that others are eating red bean ice cream happily. Life is really polarized.

With a sigh, Hinata moved his wrist reasonably, began to tear off the tape on his feet, and then touched his back with his backhand.

A small amount of tape was pasted on the place where the two bombs were connected, but it may be because the criminals transferred all the tape and used it for binding, so in addition to the tape, Hyuga Ryo also found something strange of metal.

Should be an alternative to tape, something to hold it in place.

The moment he groped, Ryo Hinata withdrew his hand as lightly and smoothly as possible.

Then, in his peripheral vision, a black afterimage suddenly flashed at the position he had focused on just now.

He subconsciously looked up.

The afterimage flashed out from the stairwell, and after coming out there was a pause, Hinata realized that it was actually not an afterimage, but Matsuda Jinpei.

Matsuda Jinpei was still wearing sunglasses, and he was too far away to see whether his lips were raised or pursed. He could only see the other party holding up his mobile phone and talking to someone on the phone.

While talking on the phone, Matsuda Jinhei moved slowly in the hall.

If it was very quick and impatient just now, and even ran out of afterimages, then now it is a leisurely stroll, as if it is afternoon tea time.

Strange, what is Officer Matsuda doing?
Hinata was puzzled for a few seconds, and then caught the sight of the other party slowly scanning over.

The other party stopped pacing, and then walked over.

This feeling is very strange, a bit like in the bathroom, Hyuga rationally raised his head abruptly, and suddenly met the criminal's eyes, and now he is also intuitively sure that Matsuda Jinpei is walking towards him.

The curly-haired police officer strode faster and faster, almost flying up, and the passers-by probably didn't realize that someone had just passed by.

As he got closer, Hinata could roughly grasp his emotions.

Pursing his lips, he was still talking to the other end of the phone, and his brows, which were not covered by the sunglasses, were also frowning. This was an extremely unpleasant emotion.

Walking all the way to Hyuga Ryo, until Hyuga Ryo could hear the voice on the other end of the phone, Matsuda Jinpei let out a sigh of relief: "It's pediatrics, set a timer for 10 minutes, I can do it, please evacuate the people."

Then put the phone in your pocket.

The distance was too close, and the curly-haired police officer was standing. Hyuga rationally squatted on the chair with his upper body folded to his knees to cover the explosives at his waist. He could only see the curly-haired police officer's face by looking up.

But there was no need to look up at all to feel the death gaze of the curly-haired police officer.

Yes, the death stare, even with sunglasses blocking it, the curly-haired police officer's eyes must be full of 'you are dead'! ! !

Why is it so oppressive... Hinata made reasonable efforts to suppress his increased vigilance, and the bad idea of ​​'quickly backflip and run away' that instinctively reminded him crazily.

He said dryly: "You are here, Officer Matsuda."

Officer Matsuda was so oppressive, it was beyond his expectation, just like when he went out, he never expected that he would be hijacked by criminals just by glancing at passers-by.

It's normal for the other party to be unhappy.

After all, the other party's job is a policeman, and during the vacation, the workload suddenly increased, and he was still in a densely populated area...

Anyway, if Hinata encountered such a thing during his reasonable vacation, he would wish to kill the criminals with a single shot, and then teach the ordinary people who "didn't report what they knew, and shrank into a ball when they saw the police officer" a lesson.

"Did you see me before?" Officer Matsuda finally spoke out after looking at me.

"Yes." Hinata replied reasonably, and then thought for a moment that the organization's language was pushing the pot, conveying the message of 'it's not that I don't resist, but that the criminals are too scornful' to the other party.

Unexpectedly, Matsuda Jinpei responded calmly: "Well, when being held hostage alone, it is really difficult to pass information to unfamiliar police officers across the hall."

"And if that police officer is unreliable and raises his hand to say hello the moment he sees you, things will only get worse."

While talking, he lifted Hinata Reasonable's left hand, rolled up the sleeve of the hospital gown and took a look, "Tsk, it turned out to be an indwelling needle...you press the hole of the needle."

Hinata rationally held it down with his right hand, and continued to look up at him.

The curly-haired police officer is very calm now, as if he has been leisurely and unhurried from the beginning to the end, and his tone is normal, still trying to comfort Hinata.

She doesn't look angry anymore.

Hinata rationally thought that the curly-haired police officer would question him angrily.

After thinking briefly for a while, Hyuga rationally hesitated between 'persisting in his own rhythm of throwing blame' and 'following the rhythm of the other party's good boy', and finally decided to choose the third option directly.

He changed the subject and said, "Can you defuse bombs?"

During the previous call, Matsuda Jinhei said to the phone, "Pediatrics, I can dismantle it."

"The back is also fixed with a connecting device, and you can't take it off directly." Matsuda Jinpei was studying the bomb/bomb on his body in detail, especially the circle behind him, and he continued, "Yes."

"Didn't I say that? I work in the explosive ordnance disposal squad of the Metropolitan Police Department."

Wait, the explosive ordnance disposal team... that's why they can find something unusual when they pass by Hyuga's house.

This type of person has an extraordinary sense of smell in this area, just like a police dog in search and rescue.

Even when I am off work, on vacation, or when I am injured, I will habitually put my nose close to the ground, sniffing for information that requires vigilance.

(End of this chapter)