I became a super detective after commenting on spoilers

[Will you or will you, Matsuda! ]

[Where is the bomb, I'm so anxious qaq.

#1: I don’t know, this is a reset version of the original plot, and we don’t understand it without the camera. ]

"Excuse me..." The middle-aged man stumbled again, his eyes uncontrollably aimed at the high-rise building, "Do you need a taxi?"

what's there?

Reflective glass windows and rooftops, without exception, are all places suitable for sniping.

Tsukishiro Reiji thought that the middle-aged man was subconsciously looking for someone from the organization.

But the other party didn't even know that the real person in charge of this mission was by his side - Rena Mizumus held up the microphone and interviewed passers-by with a smile.

They are no more than five meters away.

All kinds of signs prove that the middle-aged man is just a discarded pawn of the organization.

"Go to Mihua Town." Reiji Tsukishiro said.

"Please, please get in the car." The middle-aged man breathed a sigh of relief, his chest heaving violently a few times.

He clearly completed the task, but he couldn't even maintain an awkward smile.

Tsukishiro Reiji couldn't shake off Matsuda Jinhei, the man didn't let go until he squeezed into the back seat with him and the car door was locked.

On the back of the hand, the whitish fingerprints gradually faded with the circulation of blood.

Tsukishiro Reiji shook his hand vaguely, as if the warmth of Matsuda Jinpei remained.

Dip, the taxi starts counting.

The vehicle started strangely smoothly, ten yards, twenty yards, thirty yards...

The driver deliberately controlled and maintained an even speed, neither fast nor slow, as if he had finally calmed down.

Tsukishiro Reiji sensed something was wrong, he smelled the driver's deep fear, and as the speed of the car exceeded fifty yards, this fear reached its peak.

The overinflated balloon burst, but he couldn't hear the driver's heartbeat.

The middle-aged man drove at a speed of seventy yards, neither slow nor fast, ignoring the red light.

Amidst the blare of horns and curses, the taxi deviated from its route and headed for the suburbs.

The driver calmed down, no, to be exact, he gave up completely.

Matsuda Jinping initially confirmed that there was no bomb in the car, and the driver's abnormal behavior caught his attention.

He and Tsukishiro Reiji looked at each other, and at the same time, the two conjectured about the bomb.

"The electrical signal from the dashboard is connected to the bomb's sensor—" Matsuda Jinpei said.

"So what's the safe speed?" Reiji Tsukishiro asked directly, tearing off the precarious fig leaf between them and the driver.

The driver was not surprised at all, he had been told how sharp the target was when he was assigned the task.

"Then how do I trick him into getting into the car?!" He still remembers asking his connector for help in a breakdown.

"Don't worry, as long as you show helplessness and desperation, he will get in the car."

The electronic voice on the other end of the phone taught him so.

Sure enough, the target got into the car.

"Fifty to ninety," the driver replied, almost dead silent. "More than ninety yards, or less than fifty yards, and the bomb will go off."

No one in the car had a way out.

"Where is the bomb?" Matsuda Jinhei said in a suppressed voice, and the driver's attitude made him extremely annoyed.

"It's useless," the driver murmured. "It's too late."

The organization closely monitors his family, and only if they die together can his wife and children live.

Because of Matsuda Jinpei's question, the animation camera took advantage of the opportunity to give the bomb.

[Ah, chassis? ?How to dismantle this fucking, who can tell me how to dismantle the bomb on the chassis? ? ? (like 534)

#1: If Reiji is soft-hearted and wants to save everyone, there is only one way, kick Matsuda Jinpei and the driver out and drive by himself.

#2: Die once in front of Matsuda?Don't...]

[Not necessarily, this is the world of Ke Xue, the theatrical version of Conan also flew a ball over a football field, and kicked the target by the way...

#1: Hahahaha yes, if you really want to kick it out, under the reaction force, the leg will be broken directly. ]

Matsuda Jinping negotiated with the driver a few more times.

To no avail, the other party simply gave up speaking.

Looking at the driver who didn't get in, Matsuda Jinpei clenched his fists tightly.

Tsukishiro Reiji put a comforting hand on Matsuda Jinpei's shoulder, and said, "The bomb is on the chassis of the car."

Can't take it apart, so——

[Trouble, Mr. Jinping, jumping out of the car...] Reiji Tsukishiro typed a line on the phone.

He tried again to persuade the driver to get out of the car.

Before he could finish typing the string, Matsuda Jinpei grabbed his collar.

Due to the height difference, Tsukishiro Reiji had to look up at the other party.

"The fourth time." Without ignoring the astonishment in the young man's eyes, Matsuda Zhenping's eyes were too dark to melt, "What do you want to trade yourself for this time?"

"Me? Or this guy?"

Always like this, acting unilaterally, unilaterally abandoning everyone, including him.

"I didn't." Seeing the anger burning in Matsuda Jinhei's eyes, Tsukishiro Reiji just forcefully opened his fingers one by one.

"It's not an exchange," he remembered a word mentioned in the comments, "it's the optimal solution."

Because he will not die, he can take risks at will and save many people without any loss.

It was his luck that Reiji Tsukishiro had countless chances to regret it.

"so……"

"Don't try to act rashly." Caught off guard, the driver interrupted their conversation, "Otherwise I'll stop now."

Parking = less than fifty yards = bomb explodes, all dead.

[Driver: You couples are fighting, why don't you ask me if I agree? ! (Like 2w)

#1: But it is true, his wife and daughter are in the hands of the organization, what can he do?

#2: Self-defeating, who asked the driver to join the organization for money, this is all right, I haven’t made any money in the past two years, but I was eaten to death by the organization. ]

Tsukishiro Reiji took advantage of the opportunity to uncover the topic with Matsuda Jinpei. Facing the indifferent driver, he quickly made a plan based on the other party's psychological state.

Suddenly, Reiji Yuecheng asked: "After the task is completed, how can you ensure that the organization will not continue to use your wife and daughter?"

"How do you know—damn it!" When the family was mentioned, the car shook suddenly, and the driver's calm appearance shattered.

The speed of the car fluctuated from fast to slow, and it took four or five seconds to barely stabilize.

The middle-aged man heard the young man sneer.

"Look, you don't even believe it yourself." Tsukishiro Reiji said flatly.

The driver couldn't argue back, of course he knew it, "Do I have any other options?"

He twitched the corners of his mouth, his smile was as unbearable as ever.

"What if I say, I can apply directly to the management officer of the Tokyo Metropolitan Police Department for witness protection?"

Tsukishiro Reiji reached out and pressed the driver's shoulder firmly, silently sending him a signal.

The back of the driver's clothes was completely drenched with sweat, and the moment it touched his cold fingertips, the coldness made his back stiff for a moment.

"The police?" The driver sneered, "Why didn't the police come when I was threatened! Why didn't the police come when a bomb was planted in the car! Tell me the police when someone dies?!"

The mood has changed.

Tsukishiro Reiji's eyes flickered slightly, the more he couldn't show the slightest urgency at such a time.

"Need I remind you that you joined the organization voluntarily?" Instead of arguing along the other side's line of thought, he staggered his attention.

The driver's hand on the steering wheel tightened, and his breathing unconsciously became short of breath.

The target knows again, where did he get his information from!

"Two years ago, you joined the organization because of your own selfish desires. You should have thought of today." Tsukishiro Reiji still maintained his indifferent tone.

"Yeah, so today you all will die with me!" The driver's voice was high.

"That's interesting, why don't you dare to count your wife and daughter." Tsukishiro Reiji pierced his fantasy, "How long do you think they can live?"

"Kimura Mihui's mission was to kill her husband. She succeeded, but she still died in prison, including her younger brother." Tsukishiro Reiji cleverly blurred cause and effect.

"Valuable people don't die, and the garbage will be disposed of by Gin." He shrugged, capturing the driver's momentary confusion, "You don't even know who Gin is, it's ridiculous."

In the rearview mirror, the young man's blue pupils were full of sarcasm.

The driver knew that the organization used wine as its code name, but his status was too low, and the person who contacted him didn't even need a code name.

Sweat dripped from the tip of his nose again, and the driver's thoughts were confused.

Why does the target know the organization better than him?What is the identity of the target?

"How did they tell you my identity?" Tsukishiro Reiji showed an interesting expression.

"What is your identity?" The driver stepped into his language trap.

The contact person didn't say anything.

"I'll tell you a secret." Tsukishiro Reiji changed the topic again, controlling the rhythm of the conversation.

His deliberately low voice was like a fish swimming in the deep sea, extremely cold.

"The goal of the organization is immortality, and I just don't die."

"Want to try?"

In an instant, the young man's voice coincided with the cold and inorganic order on the other end of the phone.

The driver seemed to see his wife and child lying in a pool of blood. The family of three died, while the young man stood in front of their tombstone, intact.

The driver felt a little dizzy in front of his eyes, and even took a breath.

He instantly understood the quarrel between Matsuda Jinpei and the young man.

Because the youth is a successful experiment of the organization, as long as the black-haired man gets out of the car and the bomb explodes, he will be the only one who dies!

"The Metropolitan Police Department," the driver said hoarsely, "what is your relationship with the Metropolitan Police Department?"

[Although from God's perspective, we know that the organization studies immortality, but why did the driver believe Reiji's nonsense? (Like 4w)

#1: Friends, maybe you know about phone scams?

[-]. "You are suspected of breaking the law" starts a dangerous incident.

[-]. "Make sure there is no one around you" to create a confined space, further deepening the tension

[-]. Use complex routines to get your IQ offline and give money to the other party.

The driver was naturally in an extremely tense and closed environment, and Reiji blocked his thinking path again and again, and the driver had already been led away by the nose.

#2: Hahahahahahaha the little detective has a talent for deception! ]

Facing the middle-aged man's body temperature, Tsukishiro Reiji sat back in the back seat, the old god was there, as if he wasn't the one who was anxious.

There was only the beating sound of the taximeter in the car, which, together with his silence, exerted layers of psychological pressure on the driver.

"What is your relationship with the Metropolitan Police Department!" The driver couldn't help raising his voice.

Transfer of initiative.

Tsukishiro Reiji's eyes darkened, his goal was achieved!

"I need your home address and the address of my daughter's school to facilitate the special police operations."

Reiji Tsukishiro contacted Shiratori Rengoro with a text message and briefly explained the situation, and the other party expressed his willingness to help.

"You, you can really contact the administrator—" Hearing his request, the driver returned to the world from hell, and he became that cowardly man again.

"They'll be fine, won't they?" He double-checked, as if grasping at the last straw.

"address."

The young man's indifferent tone from beginning to end was like a shot in the arm, injected into the driver's heart.

Obviously did not hear the other party's reply, but the driver was relieved.

He gave the address intermittently.

"Unlock the car doors for up to an hour and the police will pick them up."

Tsukishiro Reiji glanced at the fuel gauge, and it was more than an hour of driving, "You can control the speed of the car, answer me."

He quietly shifted into a commanding tone.

In high-stress situations, people subconsciously listen to the only voice that comes up.

"Yes, yes!" The driver nodded hurriedly.

click.

The car door was unlocked.

Tsukishiro Reiji closed his eyes, he did it.

He turned to Matsuda Jinpei, hoping that the man would understand what he meant—

Jump out of the car and call the police.

Matsuda Jinpei understood the hope in Tsukishiro Reiji's eyes, but did not respond.

Unable to restrain himself, he stroked the young man's smooth silver hair, leaned into the other's ear and said softly, "I can tear it apart."

Turning his head, Matsuda Jinpei kissed the young man's small earlobe, and said his promise devoutly: "Be good, trust me."