Dice has to give me spoilers for the plot of Ke Xue

Since Katsuo just made a simple bandage and will need to sew up later, when passing by the shopping street, Riya changed the original sweater in the jacket into a loose cardigan sweater.

When the old wooden door was pushed open with a creaking sound, she was sitting behind an old desk, struggling to roll the sleeve of her left arm to her shoulder.

People who came here at this time didn't think twice, since the boss said that they would guarantee the safety of the meeting place, out of trust, she unconsciously relaxed her vigilance from the tense task state, and didn't look up immediately.

He even made a light joke: "Mr. Nomiya, there are not many public security talents who are confident to challenge this level of bombs—Zhenping?"

Before she finished speaking, she had already recognized the identity of the person coming from the familiar footsteps, and when she hurriedly looked up, she almost yelled out.

The guess in his heart came true, Matsuda Jinping lowered his eyes and clasped the handle of the bomb disposal kit with his palm, but there was no special emotion on his face.

When he sat next to her with the bomb disposal box and helped him roll up his sleeves to reveal the bomb, his tone was as calm and ordinary as chatting: "Do you want to see the bomb disposal personnel of the public security?"

"No, it's not."

Finally regaining consciousness, while raising her hand to facilitate his movements, Riya secretly cast a accusing look at her boss.

Mr. Nonomiya, is this how you treat your most reliable subordinates!

It's an evil backstab!

However, seeing the curly-haired young man inspecting a circle of bomb armbands, after thinking for a while, he found a small screwdriver from the toolbox, looking ready to start work, she couldn't help frowning.

"Zhen Ping," she interrupted the movement by holding down his hand with her left hand, her tone became serious, "It is a rule to wear explosion-proof suits for bomb disposal operations, right?"

As she spoke, she looked at her boss, trying to bring in an ally: "Mr. Nomiya?"

"Don't look at me," Nomiya Saburo shrugged, and his tone was a little helpless, "Matsuda insists on doing this...and he is the most suitable person who can meet your requirements. I can't give a strong order."

Matsuda's character of being soft and tough, if he is really stubborn, he also has a headache.

He really wanted to teach his overly impulsive subordinates a lesson, so he appointed Matsuda here.But the risk is also within his consideration, so the explosion-proof suit has already been prepared.

In the end, I don't know where this guy saw the clues, and while agreeing, he insisted on not wearing an explosion-proof suit.

After a lot of entanglement, there was no progress in communication. Considering the time issue on Asai's side, they finally had to give in.

Pursing her lips, Riya didn't know how to persuade her.

In fact, it is also possible to provide a portable signal jammer... But after glancing at the other party's seemingly calm expression, she finally swallowed the words silently.

In the end, it was the curly-haired youth who took the initiative to break the quiet atmosphere.

"Are you worried that the bomb will be triggered?" With a little force, he pulled out his hand and shook it back, Matsuda Jinping met her gaze without avoiding it, and his tone was still understated.

"Of course I believe in your professionalism."

Subconsciously looking at the window not far behind her, her thoughts moved slightly, she carefully considered her words, and deliberately showed a helpless compromise: "This is just a necessary safety measure... Forget it, I know I can't convince you."

In the transparent air in front of him, the investigator panel unfolded invisible, revealing a brass-colored dice.

Although judging by her agility alone that she is likely to lose, this is not another chance to [turn disaster into blessing], it has been useless.

And this is the backhand's backhand. According to her understanding of her boss, it should be...

While thinking this way, he felt his right wrist being clenched.

Just as he was carefully removing the second screw, Matsuda Jinhei didn't look at her deliberately, but lowered his voice, and his voice became a little hoarse: "Don't do that."

She subconsciously wanted to explain, but the sudden, momentarily intensified force caught her off guard and hurt her, and she couldn't help but hiss softly.

But she insisted on saying it: "It will be fine."

"Riya," the confinement relaxed a little, but the curly-haired youth stubbornly did not let go, just called out her name softly, and then repeated it word by word again, "Don't do that."

"...Matsuda, didn't you pay attention to what I took at that time?"

Finally unable to see, Nomiya Saburo coughed lightly, interrupting the tense atmosphere, took out the small signal shielding device in his coat pocket and showed it to them: "Don't worry about dismantling it, at worst, Asai's mission will be terminated. "

The curly-haired youth froze for a moment, and then Riya watched his ears turn red.

Ah, shy.

"It's okay, Zhen Ping, I've already received your precious thought." Slowing down her tone reassuringly, she quickly chose which side she should stand in, and then gave her boss an unceremonious glance.

"Mr. Nonomiya, since you are prepared, can't you come out sooner... I am seriously worried about whether I can upgrade two levels in a row?"

It's actually such a bad taste, this is actually the reason why the boss is still single!

Spreading their hands, the Nonomiya Police Department expressed their innocence.

Obviously when he took the signal shielding device, he was completely in front of Matsuda, but who knew that when the kid seemed to be preparing the tool without any abnormality, he was already out of his mind.

He didn't pay attention to their conversation. After a moment of embarrassment, with his excellent professionalism, Matsuda Jinpei quickly returned to the bomb disposal operation.

Carefully removing the shell that was removed, he stared at the internal structure of the bomb, frowning unconsciously.

In fact, he discovered it when he observed the appearance of the bomb.

This armband bomb is fixed with a special metal lock structure to ensure that it will not be easily thrown off; the shell fits tightly, and I am afraid that water cannot penetrate it; the side close to the skin is specially made of skin-friendly materials.

It seems very considerate.

But such details reveal the meaning that the bomb designer has made preparations for the hostages to wear it for a long time from the beginning.

And after seeing the structure, he was more certain about certain things.

Although the model has been improved, this familiar design idea... is really hard to forget.

And after deeply inspecting the inside of the bomb, the real difficulty of this bomb disposal mission was revealed to him.

Due to the limited size, while ensuring enough lethal charge, other spaces are even narrower.As a result, the part where the remote control signal is sent and received is placed next to the detonator/device... If you are not careful, it will trigger an abnormal signal, be detected by the other party, or be detonated directly.

The requirements of the bomb disposal mission he accepted were to keep the signal transceiving device, disarm the detonator/device, and finally restore the integrity of the appearance.

After pondering for a few seconds, he asked Nomiya Police Department for a signal blocking device and handed it over.

"...If the signal is triggered, the moment I give the command, the signal will be blocked immediately." Wei Wei held her palm hard to help calm her emotions, and he ordered just in case.

There was no need for extra words at this time, Li Ya just nodded slightly at him with a stern expression, expressing his understanding.

He continued to pick up the tool, and when he looked at the entangled wires again, the curly-haired young man's lips were slightly raised, and his bright eyes were as sharp as a sharp blade.

He will never give "what if" a chance.

……

Although the atmosphere was so tense that it froze for a while, the actual bomb disposal process was actually very fast.

Putting away the toolbox, Matsuda Jinpei rubbed the side of his face with the back of his hand, and couldn't help showing a smile: "It's done."

While heaving a sigh of relief, Liya recovered from his amazement at his smooth technique, pondered for a few seconds, and hesitated to speak.

"Matsuda, thank you for your hard work." Nonomiya Police Department stepped forward and patted him on the shoulder.

"It's nothing." But before he could say the following words, the curly-haired youth took the lead in picking up the toolbox, waved his hands casually and walked towards the door, "I'm going to smoke a cigarette."

Watching him take the initiative to close the door and go out, Nomiya Saburo couldn't help but sigh.

Thinking about how such an excellent subordinate would no longer belong to him after a while, he felt full of regret from the bottom of his heart.

A twisted melon is not sweet, since the other party has his own heart, he has no choice but to let it go.

But thinking about the fact that Asai was still there, and that he had been seconded for half a year, and that calling him in the future would only be a matter of one sentence, he finally felt a little relieved.

Concentrating his thoughts, he turned serious, and looked seriously at his frighteningly courageous subordinate: "Let's start, report the details of the past few days."

Riya was already prepared for this, paused for a few seconds, and began to narrate smoothly.

She didn't deliberately fabricate some processes, but simplified some processes, reversed part of the cause and effect, and concealed some facts... Other than that, it was the truth that even Rum could not deny.

The details could stand the attention, after Nomiya Saburo listened carefully, he had to admit that she had indeed tried her best to make the best choice.

However, when he heard that Rum was planning something with other people, he lowered his head and pondered for a moment, with a slightly stern expression.

Just this morning, Bourbon received a mission from Rum to hunt down the traitors.

A certain intelligence agent of the organization, for unknown reasons, copied the organization's NOC list by himself when the organization's bases fell into a brief period of chaos yesterday, and fled in fear of crime.

Judging from the situation in Scotland who also received the mission, this traitor should have been sent to multiple code members at the same time...but it was not a joint operation.

Rum's meaning seems to be to have the members compete to pursue their goals.

If there is a connection between these two things, then what exactly is Rum's purpose.

But unfortunately, the temptation of that list is too great, they can't stay out of it at all.

When he opened the door and walked out, Nomiya Police Department saw the curly-haired subordinate not far away aimlessly looking at the distance with a cigarette in his mouth.

Sighing slightly, he went over and patted the black curly-haired young man on the shoulder, his tone very gentle: "Matsuda-kun, if you really want to change jobs and search for a class later, you should give priority to my place."

"Huh?" Matsuda was taken aback for a moment.

But before he declined, the Nomiya Police Department took the initiative to change the subject: "Go and accompany Asai to find Dr. Matsushita. I have already contacted him. He will be free for the whole afternoon. There is absolutely no problem in terms of safety."

"...Thank you, Police Department."

No nonsense, he nodded slightly, and then quickly walked towards the warehouse door that was casually covered.

Liya was about to go out and call him back to get the toolbox, but when he raised his eyes, he saw someone rushing in. Before he could speak, he was startled by his raising his hand, and subconsciously avoided it.

Realizing something was wrong, she abruptly stopped the movement of taking a step back with reason, and asked nonchalantly, "What's wrong?"

"Your wound wasn't bandaged at all?"

Confirming the meaning of what the police department said just now from her reaction, Matsuda Jinpei was almost laughed out of anger for a moment.

Today, this person didn't use his right hand at all, and with the faint breath of blood, he did sense that something was wrong, but he was worried that she was still at work, so he just suppressed his anger and recorded the account later.

However, insisting on working with injuries and letting the wounds go, these are completely two concepts, and the severity is not at the same level at all.

Seeing his face suddenly gloomy, Riya immediately realized that something had happened.

Resolutely, she immediately changed her strategy, and her original evasive posture changed instantly, avoiding the wound, accelerating slightly and crashing directly into his arms.

Caught off guard, the curly-haired youth subconsciously reached out to catch her, and his thoughts froze for a short while.

"There's a reason for this," she lowered her head, explaining the reason quickly and concisely, "I didn't have the conditions before, and I just came back to Tokyo this morning, so I'm going to the hospital right away."

"You can't go to the doctor with a bomb, so it's delayed a little bit, but it's still within 24 hours, and it's completely in time."

"The other party was actually more seriously injured. I won that one, and I gained a lot."

Unexpectedly, the curly-haired youth suddenly asked another slightly divergent question.

"...Injury within 24 hours, so is it the same source as the bomb?"

Without waiting for her to think before answering, Matsuda Jinhei had already got the answer from this brief delay, raised his hand and rubbed her hair: "I see, it's still that organization, right?"

"!"

She couldn't help but silently glanced at it, and wanted to ask how she could tell.

But the curly-haired youth just lowered his eyes thoughtfully for a moment, and inexplicably, his mood quickly recovered.

Just when Liya felt that he was distracted, he suddenly felt the strength of the hug tightened for a moment.

"...Should have brought the ring here." In the close distance, she heard the other party mutter softly.

Even though she had experienced enough today, she was still completely stunned for a moment.

"Ring, ring?"

Almost blurting out, she broke away a little, her pupils widened unconsciously, she couldn't hide her shock at all, and even stumbled a little.

"Well," compared to her strong reaction, Matsuda Jinpei just stared down and asked calmly and naturally, "Will you refuse?"

"……Will not."

"Do you need to think about it before you can give an answer?" He tilted his head slightly, and leaned a little closer, his tone low.

"...Don't make trouble out of no reason, I just think it's too sudden," she rolled her eyes helplessly, "and the old warehouse is the right place to say this—well."

The warm force stopped her from continuing.

Very soft, a little ethereal, ethereal as froth, almost weightless.

Blinking slowly, she felt that the transparent water flooded her vision for an instant, making her almost unable to see anything clearly, so she lowered her head subconsciously and buried herself in the high temperature again.

"Sorry for worrying you." The inexplicable sourness made her voice tremble uncontrollably.

"I don't want to say it's okay," Matsuda Jinping sighed slightly as he raised his hand to hold her tighter, "But don't hide it next time."