I became a super detective after commenting on spoilers

During the second hour of the live broadcast, Tsukishiro Reiji gradually found it difficult to breathe.

He fell into a coma for a while, maybe 10 minutes?Or an hour?He's not sure.

In the dark and confined space, Reiji Tsukishiro lost the sense of time.

He could only roughly calculate the time by counting heartbeats, and lethargy meant that he had lost control of time.

Reiji Tsukishiro always felt that something was wrong. According to the length of the first two live broadcasts, he could survive for at least fifteen hours. Why is it only two hours, and he has already...

Tsukishiro Reiji changed the way to calculate the survival time.

The volume of the barrel is excluding the volume occupied by itself, there are about 550L left, and oxygen accounts for 20% of the air, which is 110L.

Each person consumes 550L of oxygen per day. In theory, he can last for five hours.

When the oxygen content in the air is lower than 12%, breathing difficulties will occur, and when the oxygen content is lower than 8%, life will enter a countdown.

So strictly speaking——

Reiji Tsukishiro made a total calculation, and he could only live for three hours at most.

The live broadcast of the first two victims lasted more than 2000 hours. Could it be that a [-]L wine barrel was used at that time?

Or for the "watchability" of the live broadcast, the gravediggers will deliver oxygen in the middle?

Tsukishiro Reiji felt that he might not be able to wait.

He felt chest tightness and shortness of breath, his heart beat violently, and his breathing rate accelerated uncontrollably.

A thin layer of sweat oozed from his forehead, and a drop of sweat slid from the center of his brow to the tip of his nose, crumbling.

The eyeballs rolled restlessly under the eyelids, and the thick rope tied around the wrist was scorchingly painful.

Time passed by every minute and every second, and the young man in the camera was visibly haggard to the naked eye.

This time, the netizens who kept jumping up and down and frantically talking about the script also shut up.

Just maintaining one posture and curling up in a wooden barrel without moving for several hours is no different from being tortured.

Sweat drenched the hair and traced the jawline along the contours of the face.

The young man on the screen is breathing weakly, and if you don't look carefully, you can hardly see the rise and fall of his chest.

[The police haven't arrived yet!Carpet search to the third round, right?Can't find anything? ? 】

[Is the tax we pay just to support this bunch of useless policemen! 】

[The grapevine says that the previous crossword actually conveyed the key message.The police friends in Yuecheng have already cracked it. 】

[? ? !Isn't it, the victim himself is the one to solve the case? 】

[Not all, the policeman had clues himself, but the scope is relatively large, and it is more difficult to investigate.The clues given by Yuecheng greatly narrowed the scope of investigation. 】

【But two hours have passed since we spoke...】

[The police haven't issued a report, where did you get the news? 】

【Do not believe rumors, do not pass rumors. 】

From the dizzying list of buyers, Matsuda Jinping locked two fully qualified targets.

One is the Yamazaki Distillery in Yamazaki Gorge, Kyoto, and the other is the Hakushu Distillery in Kita Yamanashi Prefecture.

Last night, under the names of the two distilleries, two liquor trucks left Tokyo and returned to the distillery.

Without exception, these two distilleries belong to the Suntory Group. The Suntory Group made its fortune from the Yamazaki Distillery. The chairman, Mr. Yamazaki, has only one son and has never been exposed in front of the media.

There are different opinions from the outside world, but the 82-year-old Yamazaki still has no intention of handing over the group to his son.

"Matsuda, this is Yamazaki Shinichi's information." Yamazaki Shinichi doesn't have a driver's license, only medical insurance information.

Shinichi Yamazaki, 32, was expelled from the North Carolina School of the Arts for his violent behavior.

Although there is no evidence, a strong intuition tells Matsuda Jinping that the murderer is Shinichi Yamazaki.

"I'm going to the Yamazaki Distillery in Kyoto." Matsuda Jinhei took the spare magazine.

"Wait! Received a real-name email!" The colleague hurriedly called Matsuda Jinpei to stop.

The photo shows Reiji Tsukishiro and the photographer. The photographer is wearing a mask from beginning to end, so it is impossible to tell if it is Shinichi Yamazaki.

"After searching, these two photos have never been released, there is no trace of PS, this car went to Yamanashi Prefecture.

The informant is an old resident of the community and a teacher of a nearby elementary school. " said the colleague.

"I'm going to Yamanashi Prefecture." Matsuda Jinpei made a quick decision, "The Kyoto Distillery is entrusted to you."

They can't give up another site because of a report letter.

Colleagues punched him on the shoulder angrily, "Don't forget, we are also police officers."

Hurricane all the way.

Matsuda Jinpei rushed to the Hakushu Distillery in Yamanashi Prefecture in the shortest possible time.

"Do you have an appointment?" The doorman opened the glass window and probed.

"Police." Matsuda Jinhei opened the police officer's card.

The guard came out quickly, "May I ask what happened?"

"Is Yamazaki Shinichi here?" Matsuda Jinpei withdrew his police officer ID.

The doorman paused, and when he heard Yamazaki Shinichi's name, he showed obvious shock, "Master Yamazaki doesn't like to be disturbed..."

"We received a report that someone here is taking drugs." Matsuda Jinpei made an excuse, staring at the guard.

"Master Shan, Master Yamazaki is in the cabin behind the distillery..." the guard hesitated, reluctant to mention Shinichi Yamazaki, but he did not deny the possibility of Shinichi Yamazaki taking drugs in Matsuda Jinpei's mouth.

Matsuda felt calm, Yamazaki Shinichi's mental state was not good, and the other party was most likely a gravedigger.

"I see, you can go back." Matsuda Jinping walked around the winery and walked into the back mountain alone.

In the winery, countless wine barrels are neatly displayed. If you want to open them up one by one, it is still a question of whether Reiji Tsukishiro will be alive.

He must find Yamazaki Shinichi as soon as possible, and pry out the whereabouts of Tsukishiro Reiji from the other party.

Matsuda leaned against the door, carefully poking his head.

Various TV sounds came from the room, and after careful identification, it turned out to be the live broadcast of the third "alive burial" case by major TV stations.

"How did the gravediggers escape the carpet search, our reporter will report for you..."

Seven or eight monitors were crowded in the small room, and the faces of Reiji Tsukishiro were all on the screens without exception.

With just one glance, Matsuda Jinpei was sure that Yamazaki Shinichi was definitely the gravedigger.

"Shinichi Yamazaki!" Matsuda Jinpei kicked open the wooden door, pointed the gun at Yamazaki, and said sharply, "The police already have evidence of your crime!"

"It's too slow." Yamazaki didn't care about the gun at all, turned his head to look at Matsuda Jinpei, with a distorted smile, "You can't find him, can you?"

Matsuda Jinpei gritted his teeth and asked, "Where is he?"

"Here." Yamazaki Shinichi pointed to Tsukishiro Reiji on the screen and said to him, "My last work of art is about to be completed."

There was a strange blush on Yamazaki's cheeks, "I changed the barrel, so Sayuri lasted for 23 hours, 54 minutes and 12 seconds, but he can only live for less than 3 hours."

Yamazaki glanced at the wall clock on the wall, and judged like a creator: "There are 9 minutes and 14 seconds left, 13, 12—ah!"

Bang, Matsuda Jinpei couldn't take it anymore, and aimed a gun at his thigh, blood spattered everywhere.

"Ahhhh——" Yamazaki rolled on the ground in pain, screaming, but was kicked by Matsuda Jinpei to the wall.

Matsuda Jinpei grabbed his neckline, and the cold muzzle of the gun hit Yamazaki's forehead straight.

His pupils were dark, without a trace of light, "I'll ask again, where is he?"

"Hehe," Yamazaki sneered, "he will be my most perfect artwork, and I will not allow anyone to interrupt it."

"Really." Of course Matsuda Jinpei could see the fanatical belief in Yamazaki's eyes.

He drew the dagger backhand and stabbed hard into the wound on his leg.

"now what?"

Yamazaki twitched unnaturally, he wanted to struggle, but Matsuda Jinhei held him down.

"Hahaha, don't think about it, haha, he is already dead hahaha."

Yamazaki spoke incoherently, desperately waving his thin arms, "Idiot, these are all recordings, recordings!"

"Three hours, the so-called 'live broadcast' has already been recorded. The first two are also recorded and broadcasted! They are already dead hahahahahaha!"

recording?

In an instant, Matsuda Zhenping felt dizzy and black spots appeared in front of his eyes.

"His body is in those tens of thousands of barrels. If you have time, go find it yourself." Yamazaki admired Matsuda Jinpei's pain fascinatedly.

"He is very important to you, isn't he? I saw it last night. Thanks to you leaving, I have a chance to do it. I have to thank you...cough cough!"

Matsuda Jinpei punched him on the cheek suddenly, and Yamazaki's left cheek became red and swollen.

"you are lying."

There was no rest for 24 hours, and his brain was dull and painful, but Matsuda Jinpei quickly realized that Yamazaki Shinichi was lying.

was discovered...

Yamazaki turned his head and took a mouthful of blood foam, his eyes were colder than his: "To tell you the truth, he is not here at all."

"You found two locations, right?" Catching the panic flashing in Matsuda Jinhei's eyes, Yamazaki flashed a crazy smile in his eyes.

"You sent the email?" Matsuda Jinhei tightened his grip on his neck.

Will there really be murderers who take the initiative to provide their own clues?

"Ahem, what mail?" Yamazaki Shinichi coughed in embarrassment.

Ignoring the mail in Matsuda Jinhira's mouth, Yamazaki stretched his neck and approached him, saying word by word: "You are in the wrong place, he is in the distillery in Kyoto."

Two cars, one with Tsukishiro Reiji and the other with Yamazaki Shinichi.

The chest rose and fell violently, and the sharp humming sound in the head continued.

Matsuda Jinpei couldn't help thinking, he chose Kyoto, he should have been in Kyoto!

"They went to Kyoto." He whispered as if comforting himself.

The colleagues who searched the three departments will rescue Tsukishiro Reiji.

"I can't find it." Yamazaki hooked the corner of his mouth, "I put him in the bottom batch of the wine cellar, where the old man hides wine."

"The vault door must be opened with a specific key. There are only two keys. One is with me and the other is in the hands of the old man. The old man left the country with the key three days ago."

Shinichi Yamazaki even pointed to the chain of keys hanging on the wall and said to Matsuda Jinpei: "The third one is, I will lend you the key."

"Are you going to Kyoto? Can you make it?" Shinichi Yamazaki chuckled, "Why don't you take me with you, and I'll teach you how to open the door."

Not lying.

Matsuda Jinpei closed his eyes, he judged that Yamazaki did not lie this time.

A bottle of President Yamazaki's wine collection is worth millions, not to mention a whole barrel of wine.

It is not surprising that there are vault doors on the outside of the wine cellar, and it is not surprising that there are only two keys.

All are true.

The beeping disappeared, and the eyes became clear again.

God made a joke with Matsuda Jinhei, a huge joke.

He found the murderer, but he couldn't save Tsukishiro Reiji.

Matsuda Jinpei had never been so awake before, he heard Yamazaki Shinichi's intonation——

"So I said a long time ago that he is dead."

Shinichi Yamazaki is confident.

Behind him is the Suntory Group. As long as it is not the death penalty, the old man can always fish him out, not to mention that he is a "lunatic" in the sense of pathology.

The police have loosened their collars, what shit justice, justice always comes to the rich.

He continued to stimulate Matsuda Jinpei: "Look over there, the screen shows the oxygen concentration in the barrel, ah, 8%, he has the last few minutes left."

Matsuda Jinpei glanced over, and the oxygen concentration was decreasing, already below the precarious 8%.

Wait, what is that?

Among the messy documents on the table, Matsuda Jinhei saw two large characters in the title, "Spirit".

"Ah, you see, yes, I am a mental patient." Shinichi Yamazaki noticed that his eyes paused.

"When he dies, like Sayuri, he will soak in 50-year-old Yamazaki wine and sell it... They will all drink my work." Shinichi Yamazaki forgot the wound on his leg for a moment, and danced.

"The first batch of Sayuri Yamazaki wine has been sold. I'm going to soak Tsukishiro in 70-year-old Yamazaki wine. What do you think?"

"Hello? Hello!" Seeing him lost in thought, Yamazaki couldn't help becoming arrogant.

Matsuda Jinpei's expression became more and more calm, and he stepped back a few steps.

psychiatric patient.

The law cannot punish the mentally ill.

He raised his gun at Yamazaki.

Matsuda Jinpei felt calm again, he swore he had never been so calm.

Yamazaki's smile suddenly froze on his face.

"What are you doing!" He looked at the muzzle of the gun in horror.

"I surrender!" Yamazaki screamed, "The police cannot shoot people who surrender!"

Looking at his ugliness, Matsuda Jinpei only found it ridiculous, "You're right."

Yamazaki breathed a sigh of relief, but saw Matsuda Jinpei grabbing the police badge, pulling it off and throwing it to the ground.

The police badge rolled around on the ground a few times, getting dusty.

"Then now, I'm not a policeman." Matsuda Zhen said calmly.

"Haha, this joke is not funny." Yamazaki laughed awkwardly, but saw that his index finger was about to press the trigger.

"You can't kill me! I'll give you money! I'll give you whatever you want!" Yamazaki finally had the feeling of facing death, and he crawled towards the door with hands and feet.

boom!

The bullet entered his other leg.

"Ah!" Yamazaki screamed, but he persistently grabbed the floor and crawled forward.

boom!

Boom!

After three shots in a row, the blood from Yamazaki Shinichi's chest turned red.

He seemed to want to say something more, and made a whoo-ho sound, but there was no more sound.

Matsuda put away the gun, Jinpei didn't look at the corpse.

He must cut off the live broadcast immediately, otherwise the consequences will be disastrous.

He sat in front of the main computer, and suddenly, seven or eight live broadcast interfaces changed at the same time, and there was the sound of heavy objects falling in the background.

Matsuda Jinpei suddenly looked up.

[Very loud!What is the sound? ! 】

[Sound like a door falling down, the police finally arrived! ! ! 】

[@东京都统局, why don’t you come out and explain? 】

Outside the wine cellar, Kenji Miyazawa threw the heavy vault door to the ground, and the special alloy with anti-cutting, prying-proof, and fire-proof functions was bent at a strange angle.

Miyazawa Kenji scratched his hair, "Then this entrustment ends here."

"The president said you are a new member of the detective agency, is that true?" he asked curiously.

"Yes." Osamu Dazai stepped into the wine storage.

Barrels of wine worth hundreds of millions of yen are neatly displayed in the basement.

"What are you going to do? I can help move the wine~" Kenji Miyazawa tilted his head.

"No, the commission is over." Osamu Dazai glanced around.

"Okay, goodbye." Miyazawa Kenji waved to him and left the wine cellar.

The sound of the metal door falling to the ground was so loud that Tsukishiro Reiji opened his eyes in a daze.

His lips were an abnormal blue color, and his eyes were blurred.

There was a sound of wooden barrels rattling.

The sound drills into the ear through bone conduction.

Click, the bucket lid opened.

Light and air scrambled to surround him.

"Ha...ha..." Oxygen poured into his lungs, Tsukishiro Reiji panted heavily.

The bandaged hand reached into the bucket and gently stroked his cheek, the roughness of the bandage and the warmth of the fingertips passing by alternately.

The fingertips stroked repeatedly, leaving a faint red mark on Yuecheng Reiji's face.

"Miss Sleeping Beauty, the curse is over~"

Suddenly, he heard Osamu Dazai's voice.