Red and black camp simulation game

[from: Yan Erjun

I heard that you are back from a business trip. There is a dinner party with classmates in the evening. Do you want to go?

ps. Xiao Zhenping sent the police to dismantle the bomb early in the morning, and he is still catching up on sleep ww

[Matsuda Sleeping Photo.jpg]]

I just came back from Hokkaido that month. As soon as I entered the Metropolitan Police Department, I received an email from my friend. I subconsciously clicked to save it faster than my brain, and then bent my eyes and put this photo into the folder called "Natural Black History". in the photo album.

By the way, his photo album has already stored more than 2000 photos, directly surpassing Hagiwara's mobile phone as the first thing Matsuda Jinpei wanted to eliminate.The player is not worried at all that Matsuda will get his hands one day. After all, this is a mobile phone produced by the system, so it is not so easy to damage.

He lowered his head to edit the news for Hagiwara while walking towards the office, when he passed the file cabinet, he was suddenly stopped.

"Chijiang police station! A few days ago, someone sent a document bag, and the addressee on it is your name." A new police officer from the third department came over nervously and handed out what he said, "no one has opened it yet. ,do not worry."

The young police officer's eyes fell on the file bag and stopped, just when the rookie police officer thought he was going to be scolded, he took the file bag with an apologetic smile on his face: "Sorry, I was distracted, thank you for your help." I keep it."

When she turned around that month, her eyes became serious, without him, just because a number "0" was drawn with a black pen on the document bag, which proved that it was sent by Jiang Guling, who officially started his undercover career a year ago.

It is impossible for that cautious person to rashly send ordinary things to the Metropolitan Police Department, which can eliminate all the built-in items. After a little pinching in that month, it was confirmed that it was a mobile phone...?

That month's heart suddenly beat violently, and the ominous premonition became stronger and stronger. He calmly opened another homemade software and checked the locators installed in the phones of the two men before, one was far abroad, one... and his location overlapped.

This is Zhu Fu Jingguang's cell phone.

The player walked into his office calmly with the same footsteps as at the beginning, locked the door behind him, and then quickly opened the file bag and poured out the contents.

[A mobile phone pierced through the middle by a bullet: Did you see it?This is the consequence of storing confidential information in the mobile phone during the undercover period. Let me remind you, don't put the poor mobile phone on your chest and destroy it! ]

He stared fixedly at the line of white characters, and blinked slowly twice until his eyes became sour.

Zhu Fu Jingguang, who had sworn to that Mr. Gao Ming the year before last that he would protect Hiro, committed suicide in a place where he could not see.Thinking of this, the face of the black-haired and red-eyed young man was blank for a moment, and he suddenly didn't know what expression to put on to face this matter.

The scene that can force Zhu Fu Jingguang to destroy his mobile phone together when he commits suicide can only be that someone is chasing him—the organization discovered that Zhu Fu Jingguang was an undercover agent.

The analysis that flashed across Yue's mind froze for a moment, and his face was clouded.

Unlike him, who is in the professional group like him, Zhu Fu Jingguang actually entered the Public Security Department of the Metropolitan Police Department after graduation, and the data is also stored in the Metropolitan Police Department, and the level of protection is far less strict than that of Jiang Gu Ling The police station where it is located.

That is to say, there is a person from the black organization in the Metropolitan Police Department, and that guy passed the news to the organization that 'Zhu Fu Jingguang is an undercover agent of the Metropolitan Police Department'.

Then he killed his friend.

Chijiang stayed alone in the office for 10 minutes that month, then came out with a calm expression and walked towards the Ministry of Public Security, meeting Matsuda Jinpei on the way.

"Yo, I'm back." Matsuda, who just woke up, rubbed his hair, and habitually wanted to lean on his friend's back and squint for a while, but was pressed by his shoulders with both hands.

Matsuda's drowsiness was dispelled a bit, he paused, then looked sideways at his friend who had returned from a business trip, and raised his eyebrows: "What's going on?"

"I still have something to do, but I can't chat with you." The tall and thin police officer frowned and smiled normally, "By the way, tell Yan Erjun for me, I can't go to the party tonight."

"See you tomorrow."

Matsuda Jinpei didn't pay much attention to these things, he said slowly, and stood there watching the back of the black-haired young man leaving.

... Strange, why did he think of that dream again.

Three years ago, in the November when the few of them just graduated, after witnessing the little devil lying in Fa Xiao's arms with his eyes closed, Matsuda had nightmares for a whole week, but none of them were coherent.

Usually he was running down a hallway, returning to the starting point every time he came across a door, or waking up, as if someone was always preventing him from seeing what was behind that door.

Who is Matsuda Jinpei?If you show it to him generously, you might not be interested. If you hide it like this and play with him, this guy will beat his head and want to know what it is.

So he persisted in running the hallway in his dream for a whole week, running back to the original point and running again, like a big fool, but God takes pity on fools, after Matsuda Jinhei almost exercised his calf muscles in his dream, He finally touched the handle of the door.

So he finally knew what was behind the door that he was strictly forbidden to see.

The body of a blond bastard, and a little bastard who was slashing his throat with a knife, and his mother was smiling at him.

After Matsuda Jinpei got up from the bed, he once felt that he was an asshole, otherwise why would he rush to see the same period of suicide in the non-existent memory in his dream for a week?In other words, does he really hate the two of them in his heart?Every dream is cursing them to death.

This weird dream never appeared again after Matsuda opened the door for the first time, but he still remembered it three years later, as if he just saw it last night. After the skin was cut open, the blood splashed out and stained the blue shirt red, and there was the "see you later" that would squeeze his heart and explode.

Matsuda Zhenping grinded his molars, but still couldn't hold back and chased after him, but he didn't see anyone.

He grabbed the passing policeman, opened his mouth and realized that his voice was trembling in embarrassment: "Where's Chijiang from that month?"

The poor little police officer looked like a girl with yellow flowers robbed by a bully, and pointed outside tremblingly: "I just took someone away..."

Matsuda clicked his tongue, looked up and saw the sign at the entrance of this place... Who is that little bastard looking for at the Ministry of Public Security?

He went back to his office and hurriedly grabbed the car keys, and decided to check the situation first, he was still on duty, and Matsuda was afraid that he would blow up all the people and the house when he was going to dismantle the bomb.

"Xiao Zhenping, where are you going?"

Matsuda Jinpei turned his head and whistled: "To catch a little bastard, together?"

A certain policeman who didn't know he was going to be arrested was driving a certain policeman who was knocked unconscious by him as soon as he reached the parking lot and drove to a suburban villa under his name. He looked through the rearview mirror and was still unconscious. The member of the black organization sneered.

He will keep this face in his mind well.

When the undercover man in the Metropolitan Police Department woke up, there was a man whose face couldn't be seen standing in front of him, and the man was talking to himself in a brisk tone.

"Actually, my torture skills are not very good. When Mr. Dazai asked me to learn, I escaped, and I don't like this method very much," he said with a smile, "So, you can hurry up and get all the news Confess it?"

Mr. Undercover shivered. He suddenly felt as if he was hanging above the ice cave. This man was holding a rope that could be released at any time, controlling his life.

"I don't know what you're talking about, Chijiang police."

The rope was cut.

—

In fact, the date when this person leaked the news was already found out that month, and the extra question was just to add some momentum.

Well, Mr. Dazai forgot everything he taught him when he was a policeman, and it's really the first time in his life to torture a person...and it's outrageously in a game.

Zhu Fu Jingguang's death date has been determined to be December 12th - must they die on the 7th?To be honest, that month was about to have PTSD with this number, but he was extremely fortunate that it was the 7th, because of his business trip, his last save happened to be on that day.

He didn't use any bloody means to torture the undercover gentleman, but just used a little "psychological trick" to pry open that mouth and gave him a happy month, wishing the undercover gentleman a dreamless night.

There was one bullet left in the gun that Yue held in his hand, and this time it was for himself.

He put the phone in his chest pocket, simulated the scene of Zhu Fu Jingguang's death, and turned his gun on the phone.

"This information will not be leaked," Nayue closed her eyes, and said the last words of the imaginary Maoyan youth before his death, "Because, I will do this."

He pulled the trigger.

When will these idiots save him some time?When the eyes of the moon were sinking into the darkness, he was still talking about it. Not only was his uninjured clearance in vain, but the two reads were also contributed to the pair of young tame... They are really the bugs sent by the planner to hinder his perfect clearance. ?

[Whether to read the archive: 12.7 [Chijiang House]]

[yes.]

The player sighed and opened his eyes at home, even though he handled many cases during this business trip and raised several levels, so what, he can still save someone in a hurry for the sake of experience. Can't the big idiot who committed suicide in the middle of the game?

The time of this archive is exactly when he was about to go out at [-] o'clock in the morning. It should be said that he had a regular schedule, otherwise even if he came back, he would only see Zhu Fu Jingguang's body.

Well, there is still a lot to do, Nayue thought so, and dialed Director Kuroda's phone number under the address book.

"Good morning, Uncle Kuroda," the young man said flutteringly, "Remember to wait in class later, I brought you back a special product."

After half an hour.

"Nazuki Chie, would you like to explain to me why the special product is a person?" Kuroda Hei held his forehead and gritted his teeth, "And you haven't been to Hokkaido yet, where did the special product come from..."

"This is an undercover agent placed by that organization." That month interrupted him for the first time, with a calm expression as if the person who threw the big bomb was not himself.

Director Kuroda's words were swallowed back in his stomach. He stared at the unconscious man on the ground, but he was talking to Nayue: "You won't joke with me about this kind of thing, will you?"

"Of course not," the young man smiled, "So, I'll use him for a request."

"what?"

He said: "Please transfer Zhu Fu Jingguang's information to the public security database, and the protection level will be raised—I will personally encrypt the information of the two of them."