Hayakawa Tani counted on his fingers how many years he had been a police officer. If he started counting from the police academy, which started in April, it would be two years and six months in October this year. Rounding it off, it would be three years, hmm! So he was right!

"You've been doing a good job of rounding up for half a year." The system's complaint was late but arrived.

"Don't worry about these details. Excluding the six months at school, I have been working for two years."

It's November again, and the two from the explosives class should probably go to the search section and sit and wait for news. I just don't know if Officer Megure will want to kick out these two idle people occupying their office.

He rubbed the back of his head. He was so busy that he had forgotten that there was still November 2th. This year should be 1, next year it will be , there are still two years left, and now he also has the location of the second bomb in his hand. It won't happen after all. Let that guy Matsuda Jinpei die on the Ferris wheel.

"I've been busy for two years, and I'm really flattered to suddenly enjoy such a long vacation." Standing on the balcony holding juice, he saw the can he put on the balcony as an ashtray, frowned, and chose to throw the can into the trash bucket.

"Why did you throw it away? You won't smoke anymore?"

"Smoking, but there are less opportunities to smoke in the apartment. You can always have cans." He can't go back to the apartment once a month, and he doesn't think it's necessary to buy an ashtray. He has canned beer and drinks in the house, so he wants to smoke. If so, just open a bottle.

After drinking the juice, he went back to sleep. He now had enough sleep time, so he could take a slightly longer nap. Not bad, not bad. When that guy Nakamura Jukiichi went back to work, he was going to take a nap.

Hagiwara Kenji was fiddling with the model with a cigarette in his mouth. As a bomb disposal policeman, it is essential to dismantle the model every day. There are various bomb models, and sometimes bomb drawings are sent over for study. When there is no case, it is really It's very leisurely, but when there's a case, it's really high-pressure.

"Hey Hagi, take a look at this." Matsuda Jinpei pushed the drawing in front of Hagiwara Kenji.

"Huh? Let me take a look." He put the model aside and took the drawing and put it in front of him. "A very common type of bomb. It has a horizontal device and two lines that are traps. Ah, and here, the lines are reversed. , three detonators were installed, and the explosive content was larger.”

For some reason, this drawing looked more and more familiar to Kenji Hagihara. When he raised his head in confusion and saw the impatient face opposite, he instantly understood.

"This is the bomb from the scene where Kobayakawa disappeared earlier!" No wonder it looked familiar the more he looked at it, and he had been disassembling this assembly technique for several months, especially the reverse wiring. When he was in the police academy, Hayakawa Tani liked to use reverse wiring the most to train them!

"Wait a minute, wasn't that case taken over by the Organized Crime Countermeasures Division? All the evidence at the scene was taken away. Where did you get the bomb drawings?" Then Hagiwara Kenji looked horrified, "Xiao Jinpei, you will not violate the law." Let’s sign a confidentiality agreement! This will lead to jail time!”

"What are you thinking about!" He grabbed the pen in front of him and threw it over. "That guy Hayakawa put this in the office yesterday. He was probably afraid that we would be unskilled, so he just left a drawing for us to look at."

"I remember he didn't take anything when he came here." Hagiwara Kenji touched his chin, but he didn't see Hayakawa Tani take anything. Except for the coat on his arm, he also took it away when he went out.

"Won't he put it in his pocket?" Matsuda Jinping glanced at Hagiwara Kenji, "And I found this drawing from the pen holder. It was so sloppy that I couldn't scrawl it any more, so I drew it again."

He was really good at drawing. The piece of paper was so small that if he hadn’t brought the pen out with him in the morning, he wouldn’t have found it in the pen holder. Moreover, the picture was really simple, with a few lines, squares and arrows. Hagiwara Ken The one I am holding in my second hand was repainted by him.

"It's really something that little Hayakawa can do." Hold on, Hayakawa Tani's simple drawing is really scrawled, but the lines are complete, and there are many things that should be missing. It gave the teacher a headache at first, but there was nothing he could do about it.

"If that guy entered the explosives class with us, or went to the search class, he would be like us now." In the explosives class, Hayakawa Tani would lead the team independently for about a month like them, and after searching the first class, he would be like us. Kokai will be regularized within two months just like Officer Sato who joined last year. Although both departments will have certain dangers, at least people can see what he is doing under their noses, instead of like now They saw each other twice out of ten, and passed each other eight times. They couldn't even say a simple greeting. They were even more fucked up than those two missing bastards!

"Then it's better to let him realize his dream and go to the transportation class." Hagiwara Kenji curled his lips, "He was clamoring to go to the transportation class in school, saying that the transportation class was his lifelong dream, and he always dreamed of going there to retire."

"It turns out that bastard went to the Organized Crime Countermeasures Class, and he went there secretly." Matsuda Jinpei licked his back molars, and he really laughed out of anger. The bastard had already received the invitation, but he couldn't say anything in his mind. Hey, I lost contact with them after graduation. I came back for more than a month and told them to go to the organized crime countermeasures class. I didn't see them a few times throughout the year. I even unilaterally cut off contact with them earlier. Is there anyone more asshole than this?

If he hadn't seen the bandage on Hayakawatani's arm the night before, he would have really wanted to punch that guy in the face when they met yesterday to make him wake up and stop doing such bastard things all the time, thinking that he was good to others.

"Kobayakawa must be seriously injured. It can be explained that the injuries on his arms are inevitably involved because of the movement, but the bandages on his body are still on. It has been half a month since he disappeared, and the bandages have not been removed yet... …”

"One is that he was seriously injured, and the other is that his wound was torn. I think it was both."

Matsuda Jinpei took over the rest of the words. In the ten minutes since Hayakawa Gu appeared, they had already analyzed his physical condition. He did not have the usual two-legged sitting posture, and his left arm seldom bent, and when he raised his arm, it was always under his earlobe. , visual inspection showed injuries to the legs, left arm and left shoulder. There were also traces of bandages on the chest and abdomen when sitting down, and there was a momentary pause when leaning against the sofa.

"It's a month's leave. Even if you don't want to think about it, you know that the injury is serious." Hagihara Kenji rubbed his temples with a headache. Even in this situation, he came over to watch them defuse bombs in the middle of the night and smoked. It was really annoying. Angry and distressed.

"I'm going to take a day off in two days, what about you?" Matsuda Jinpei lit a cigarette.

"Huh?" Hagiwara Kenji didn't react for a while, but he responded, "I'll be transferred too, why go?"

"Watch that guy sleeping." He smiled at Hagiwara Kenji and said, "Sleep well!"

"Then you really need to take more than two days of vacation!" Hagiwara Kenji nodded, two days may not be enough!

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