In the world of Kexue, I want to lie down every day

Several people who were working suddenly felt a pain in their chests. They couldn't help but reach out and cover their chests. Then they met the eyes of Xiao Tongran next to them and were stunned when they saw the other person making the same move.

"Are you not feeling well?"

After receiving the recording and evidence, the General Affairs Office immediately divided the troops into two groups. One team went to arrest Oshima Kazuno and others, and the other team rushed to Stronghold No. 12. Everyone prayed along the way that they would still be able to make it in time and that they were injured and disabled. It doesn't matter, as long as they live, as long as they live.

But their hopes were completely shattered after they arrived at Stronghold No. 12. What they saw was a mess and corpses scattered everywhere. They searched one by one, trying to find surviving colleagues.

no, not one...

Heartbroken, all they found was the cold body of their colleague.

"Where are Nakamura and the others?"

"There is no Nakamura or the others here!"

Yes, Nakamura Juichi, Ueno Koji and Hayakawa Tani are missing here. Are the three of them still alive? In an instant, everyone present was ignited with hope.

"I found them, come and help." A hoarse voice came from the intercom.

Soon, several people found Takizawa Shuaki standing at the door of the house based on the location. He stood stiffly at the door. Seeing them coming, Takizawa Shuaki glanced at them.

"Come and see for yourselves." Step aside to make way for them.

The strong smell of blood in the room made everyone present physically uncomfortable, but no one chose to go out.

The sun finally shone on the three silent people. They were leaning against the wall side by side. The blood under their bodies flowed downwards into a large pool. Nakamura Juichi and Ueno Koji had expressionless faces, and Hayakawa Tani had a look on his face. He was smiling slightly, his throat was bloody, and he was holding a stick soaked in blood in one hand.

He inserted the wooden stick into his throat and then pulled it out. The stick was still stained with blood and flesh, which he had torn out by force.

It hurt, it really hurt. They all looked in pain, not to mention Hayakawa Tani, who pulled out the stick with the intention of hastening his death.

Yoshida Ichiro squatted in front of the three of them, his eyes were red. He felt their pulses one by one. When it was Hayakawa Tani's turn, he didn't know how to start. Finally, his fingers landed on the intact piece of skin and touched it again. Touch your wrist.

Shuaki Takizawa stepped forward and tried to remove the wooden stick from Hayakawa Tani's hand, but he couldn't break it open no matter what, and finally held Hayakawa Tani's hand tremblingly.

"Hayakawa, let go."

After the words fell, Takizawa Shuaki felt his hand loosen. He let go, and the wooden stick fell from Hayakawaya's hand. Takizawa Shuaki covered his face, and finally couldn't help crying.

"We are here to take you home." Ichiro Yoshida looked at the three of them.

In the open space outside, there were ten corpses covered with white cloth. Yoshida Ichiro stood in front silently and bowed with his subordinates behind him.

"The first group of tasks of the investigation team of the General Affairs Office of the Organized Crime Countermeasures Section have been successfully completed! Now you can rest, we will continue to move forward!"

The Organized Crime Countermeasures Section will issue obituaries every once in a while. Hearing the sound of the fax machine operating, Hagiwara Kenji took out something from the fax machine and took a look.

"This is an obituary from the Organized Crime Countermeasures Division. Another police officer has died in the line of duty."

"There are too many police officers who died in the line of duty over there." Matsuda Jinpei put down the lighter, and they would see the obituaries over there every once in a while.

"There are so many obituary lists this time. There are ten police officers who died in the line of duty, including Ueno Hiroji, Nakamura Juichi, Hayakawa...Tani..." Hagiwara Kenji's pupils shrank.

Matsuda Jinpei and Hagiwara Kenji entered the building of the Organized Crime Countermeasures Section for the first time. How should I put it, it was no different from the Metropolitan Police Department, except that it was more heavily guarded. After all, if this kind of place is not serious, everyone inside might be dead. .

"What's wrong with his neck?" Matsuda Jinpei looked at the bloody hole on Hayakawa Tani's neck calmly. He stretched out his hand to touch it, but then took it back. Doesn't it hurt?

"Suicide." Shuaki Takizawa thought for a while, "The wooden stick pierced the neck, pierced the trachea and arteries, and then pulled it out. He pulled it out himself."

"It hurts." Hagiwara Kenji reached out and touched Hayakawaya's cold face, "I agreed that Hagi would treat you to fried chicken next time we meet."

Hagiwara Kenji blinked his sore eyes, and his gaze fell on the bloody hole on his neck. Even if it had been treated, the appearance of the skin and flesh turning out was still very scary.

"Xiao Jinpei and I went to Poirot yesterday. Xiao Furutani said that he will leave an ingredient for tomato pasta every day, just in case you make a surprise attack someday. Also, Xiao Morofu has recently improved his sandwich. I I tried it with Kojinpei and it was very delicious, even better than the last time we had it. And I didn’t teach it to Komorutani this time. Komorofu said that he would teach it to Komorutani after you’ve eaten it.” Hagiwara Kenji carefully placed his hand on Hayakawa Tani's neck, as if he was afraid of hurting him, "Kobayakawa, we made an appointment to meet next time."

"You broke your promise, bastard." Matsuda Jinpei blinked his red eyes. If possible, he really wanted to take this guy out and punch him twice.

Hayakawatani, who has no direct relatives, can have his name engraved on the tombstone. After graduation, his photos from the police academy were destroyed, so the photo on the tombstone now is the photo from when he entered school.

Rei Fukitani looked at the photo on the tombstone in a trance. He seemed to see the man in the police academy whose eyes lit up when he mentioned traffic class. Until later, all he saw was Hayakawa Tani with a tired face but still bright eyes.

"If Hayakawa had entered the traffic class, what would he be like now?" Rei Fukutani didn't know whether he was asking himself or Jingguang Morofuku next to him.

"Maybe he'll sleep on his stomach in traffic class now." Zhu Fu Jingguang looked at the man in the photo, "After all, this is his dream, isn't it?"

"That's true." Fang Guling laughed dumbly, "This guy wants to go to the traffic class and sleep."

"Maybe he never thought about entering the traffic class. Even if he had to do it over again, his choice would still be the organized crime countermeasures class." Zhu Fu Jingguang rolled his eyes, "I brought my improved sandwich here for you to try. Press A little more mayonnaise for your taste.”

"I also brought you tomato pasta. I was preparing the ingredients for fear of your sudden attack, but in the end, they all ended up in the stomach of that guy Matsuda." Rei Fukiya was silent for a while, "You can have a good rest, Hayakawa. "

The two of them stood in front of the tombstone for a while, until Fang Guling received a call from his cell phone and left first.

"I'm leaving too, and I'll see you next time." Zhu Fu Jingguang touched the photo, "Go to sleep, Hayakawa, have a good dream."

The mission is over, Hayakawa, you can have a good sleep.