I became a super detective after commenting on spoilers

Dazai Osamu's smiling pupils were sprinkled with fine starlight, and the light from his slender eyelashes was full of warmth. Unlike his usual cold fingertips, his lips were warm and soft.

The shallow breath sprinkled on the knuckles aroused a slight itch, Tsukishiro Reiji came back to his senses and was surprised that he and Dazai Osamu looked at each other for two or three seconds.

Burned by the deepening smile in Yuan's pupils, he shrank his fingers and looked away in panic: "I, I'm going to pour water."

"It will be over soon." Osamu Dazai ticked his fingers and made a silent promise.

Knowing that he was referring to the organization, Yuecheng Reiji tilted his head, pursed his lips and smiled, "I know."

Because you are Osamu Dazai, there is nothing you cannot do.

"Go to the Metropolitan Police Department tomorrow?" Osamu Dazai sat on the sofa, and when Reiji Tsukishiro came back, he took a sip of water from his hand.

"Well, after finishing the transcript today, I always feel that something is wrong. It seems that there are a few people behind me, but there is no malice." Tsukishiro Reiji said.

He guessed it was the police, probably someone from Kuroda Bingwei's faction.

"Plainclothes police." Osamu Dazai glanced in a certain direction, "They are still working."

"After the program is running, the winery will definitely try its best to stop it." Yuecheng Reiji sat down cross-legged, holding his head in thought, "The Metropolitan Police Department is not so easy to infiltrate, so we can only use undercover agents."

I hope to catch all the undercover agents together.

"It's a little wrong." Osamu Dazai poked his cheek, "It's easy to sneak into the Metropolitan Police Department."

People come and go in the Metropolitan Police Department, even under martial law, it is not difficult.

"Ah." Tsukishiro Reiji scratched his head.

As a law-abiding citizen, he subconsciously and habitually trusted the police.

"But it shouldn't be her." Osamu Dazai rubbed his arms into his arms, "It's almost the end of the term, have you finished your essay yet?"

she?Belmode?

As for the thesis——

"...I just wrote the beginning." Yuecheng Reiji raised his forehead, "I originally planned to write it today."

"Let's end the class first, and leave the list to the Metropolitan Police Department." Osamu Dazai said flatly.

"Yes, I know." Tsukishiro Reiji nodded.

Academics are also important.

After the morning class on Monday, Tsukishiro Reiji went to the Metropolitan Police Department, and after discussing with Kuroda Hei, they unanimously decided to start the plan to enter the well as soon as possible.

Wang Xiangnu's system must be operated by multiple people. Knowing that there are undercover agents in the Metropolitan Police Department, Kuroda Hei cannot trust the people in Inabata, and the operation training for the police will take a day to complete, and the final program start time is scheduled for Tuesday.

"Once the program starts, we don't have much time left." Heihei Kuroda made the final confirmation with him, "When you proposed to borrow the Akatsuki girl, I had already dispatched two police officers to train and adapt to the well, and entered the program. The team was led by Matsuda Jinpei, with two police officers assisting from the side."

"Are you going to finish class tomorrow?" Kuroda Hei knew Tsukishiro Reiji's schedule like the back of his hand, and had no intention of hiding it.

"Yeah." Tsukishiro Reiji nodded.

"On Tuesday, Ibata's original staff was on vacation and temporarily replaced the internal staff of the police, but the entire operation process still required Hayase Ura Takahiko, the director of the warehouse, to do some auxiliary work." Kuroda Hei did not hide. Tucked away, he told Tsukishiro Reiji about the entire personnel transfer.

He has been in contact with Tsukishiro Reiji many times, and he knows very well that their concealment of the youth has no effect; on the contrary, Fuguya Rei occasionally adjusts his actions based on Tsukishiro Reiji's information.

"On the day of the operation, I will send an extra team to protect you." Kuroda Hei said.

The Metropolitan Police Department has sent a team to monitor the changes around Reiji Tsukishiro, but it seems that after the shocking live broadcast, the organization disappeared again.

Speaking of live broadcast... Kuroda Hei glanced at the silver-haired youth who had no sense of fame.

The media scrambled to report on this young detective, such as "replacing the beacon of the police", "Oriental Sherlock Holmes"... The Japanese media always like to exaggerate the wording, and they almost piled all the compliments on Reiji Tsukishiro.

"Is there any plan to enter the police academy in the future?" Kuroda Heiwei couldn't help asking.

Tsukishiro Reiji's physique is obviously not good to the naked eye, and he may not pass the examination.

But it doesn't matter, geniuses always have privileges, and when the time comes, they can use the special method, and if they are in the field, just practice more marksmanship.

Kurodahei thought about it, he had to admit that from the very beginning, he wanted to attract the other party.

"I'm sorry, but if my ability allows, I will continue to apply for graduate and doctoral degrees in psychology." Reiji Tsukishiro's life plan did not include being a policeman at all.

"Okay, if you change your mind, you can contact me at any time." Kuroda Hei felt sorry for this.

Tsukishiro Reiji bid farewell to Kurodabei.

He did not mention cooperation among the three countries this time, and the official attitude is essentially the same—until a crisis occurs, cooperation will never be the first choice.

Although they had expected it, they did not expect that the crisis would come sooner than everyone imagined.

Tuesday, working hours.

"It will be ready to enter the well in ten seconds." A policeman operated the instrument and confirmed to the three people who were preparing.

Matsuda Jinpei glanced at the "Karasuma Renye" ​​program running to 100%, a flash of worry flashed in his eyes, and then turned into firmness, "Let's start."

Putting on a special helmet and running the program, Wang Xiangnu actually caught the killing intent from "Karasuma Renye".

The thought particles are sent back to Wang Xiangnu, analyzed, constructed, and formed.

Karasuma Renya's well is nothing compared to the well of the serial murderer Matsuda Jinpei met before.

However, after entering the well, the previous memory will be emptied.

Matsuda Jinpei, who is solving the case handsomely in the well, doesn't know this.

The world inside the well is presented as a Japanese-style palace, surrounded by a moat outside the palace. From the outside of the river, thick stone walls and century-old trees cover the main body of the palace.

"Isn't this the imperial palace built by Ieyasu Tokugawa?" Matsuda Jinpei stood at the Kitabashi Gate and looked out.

"Let's solve the riddle of Jiaai Liu's death first." The teammate reminded.

"That's right." Matsuda Jinhei nodded. Although he didn't remember anything, he always felt that it was very, very urgent to solve the puzzle.

……

"The coordinates are activated?" Belmode received a message from Rum.

"It seems that the Metropolitan Police Department has indeed mastered the cracking method." Rum changed the subject, "BOSS demands to stop the police's actions at all costs."

Belmode laughed, and the sound came to the other end of the phone, only a faint hum: "Boss has lost all his money this time."

To prevent the actions of the police, the undercover agents buried by the organization for more than ten years must be used.

"Your task is to disguise yourself as Amuro..." Rum explained Belmode's task.

"His apparent identity is okay?" Belmode raised his eyebrows, "I thought it was my task to sneak into the Metropolitan Police Department."

"Boss won't send you to this kind of—" mission with extremely low survival rate.

Both of Rum's unfinished words understood.

Belmode's death is a great loss to the organization, and if he is captured by the Metropolitan Police Department but does not die, it will become the sword of Damocles hanging over the organization's head.

Useless power is not welcome.

"Okay, then I'll lure him back." Belmode shrugged.

After hanging up the phone, Belmode carefully adjusted the wig in front of the mirror.

With blond hair and a modified baby face, she imitated Bourbon's false smile in the surveillance and video, and slowly opened the corners of her mouth.

Hmm...it seems to be more sincere.

Belmode adjusted the arc of the corners of his lips.

Looking at "Toru Amuro" who was smiling kindly and kindly in the mirror, she sneered: "It's disgusting to show such a look towards the mission target without any suspicion."

At twelve noon on Tuesday, when the first gunshot from the police department's undercover agent started, Reiji Tsukishiro on campus saw Toru Amuro on his way out of class.

He frowned slightly, seeing Reiji Tsukishi subconsciously softened his expression, but no matter how he looked at it, he revealed a bit of reluctance.

is something happened?Reiji Tsukishiro quickened his pace and walked towards Toru Amuro.

"Tou, why are you here..." here.

After approaching Amuro Toru, Tsukishiro Reiji felt something was wrong, so he couldn't help but stop talking.

Toru Amuro's expression, usual movements, and even some details are clearly the same as before, but it just gives him a kind of vanity and deliberation.

His eyes were dark, and Belmode's smile was a little more real, and the little guy was really sharp.

But she didn't intend to take people away with sweet words.

From the corner of the eye, he vaguely noticed the position of the plainclothes policeman. Belmode naturally stepped forward and rubbed the back of Tsukishiro Reiji's furry head.

Soft and not sticky, nice touch.

Resisting the movement of retreating, Tsukishiro Reiji's brain was thinking fast.

The camouflage technique is so superb, it should be Belmode.She pretended to be Toru Amuro, and her goal was nothing more than to take herself away.

The question is, the police in the crowd are always watching this place, and Belmode approached confidently. Is he using the surrounding college students as hostages, or is the organization suspecting Amuro Toru's identity is wrong and taking the opportunity to test the police?

If it's the former, Tsukishiro Reiji can't act rashly; if it's the latter, he can't let the plainclothes police find out.

The neck was clasped silently, and the rough fingertips rubbed against his carotid artery, the threat was self-evident.

Just after class, the main road was full of students rushing to and from the end of the class. In the crowd, "Amuro Toru" led them towards the school gate.

Noticing Tsukishiro Reiji's cold peripheral vision, "Amuro Toru" bent slightly, and leaned close to his ear: "Don't you want to see how your Jinpei died?"

The light blue pupils that were close at hand suddenly shrank, and the curled eyelashes trembled uncontrollably.

Captured Tsukishiro Reiji's cute reaction, "Amuro Toru" let out a muffled laugh.

From the perspective of others, it seemed like a joke was told, the handsome blond man laughed and fell on Tsukishiro Reiji, with half of his body on top of him.

Because of Toru Amuro's baby face, they are no different from ordinary college students who are fighting.

Actually—

A silver needle was hidden between the fingers and pressed against Tsukishiro Reiji's neck.

"Maybe we can see him for the last time in the past now." "Toru Amuro" lowered his voice and said lightly.

Tsukishiro Reiji stared at him for a second, then said coldly, "Then go."

He believed that Matsuda Jinping would not die so easily.

Maintaining the appearance of peace, Belmode took people to the flamboyant Lamborghini.

"Have you guessed who the undercover agent is, little detective?" With the roar of the engine, Belmode returned to his familiar space, and his movements were a little more casual.

This car... Reiji Tsukishiro compared the license plate in his memory.

That's right, it was indeed the one that Amuro Toru picked him up after he disembarked from the Nozomi.

Looking at "Amuro Toru"'s flawless appearance, Tsukishiro Reiji has a subtle sense of time and space inversion.

"Change your voice, Belmode." Tsukishiro Reiji revealed her identity.

Belmode's camouflage technique is enough to make the real one look fake, but his rationality tells Tsukishiro Reiji that "Toru Amuro" is a fake, especially when the other party still uses Toru Amuro's voice.

Difficult brat.

Belmode snorted softly, and then thought of another person who was more difficult to deal with.

Neither agreed nor denied.

"It's Hayaseura Takuhiko," Tsukishiro Reiji said.

According to Kuroda Hei, there were only six people in the well.The two policemen entered the well with Jinpei, and the two policemen assisted in the work, except for that there was only Hayaseura Takuhiko.

It's not that the police officers are 100% credible, but that Zhu Fu Jingguang's news broke out, which means that the undercover agent is in the police.

The police and public security are equivalent to the FBI and CIA to a certain extent, and the degree of intercommunication is not high.

The most important point, Belmode's tone was relaxed and casual, as if he was sure that he would not guess.

After the research and development of Wang Xiangnv, Hayase Ura Takuhiko was directly transferred to the "Cang" department directly under Inibata and became the director, which is enough to see that the other party's qualifications are very deep.

It was dark under the lamp.Tsukishiro Reiji thought.

"Very good." Belmode stepped on the accelerator, and said in a back-to-back tone, "Finally it's the old guy's turn to shine for the organization."

No, it's strange.Tsukishiro Reiji frowned.

It doesn't matter if he deliberately leaks information about the winery's operations, or leads him to guess that he is an undercover agent.Belmode's attitude towards the organization's disinterested attitude is too much on the table.

It's like knowing something ahead of time...

"Aren't you worried that Matsuda is flat?" After making a sharp turn, Bellmode ignored the red light and drove wildly in the city.

It wasn't her face that was photographed anyway.

I was still worried one second, but I didn't care the next second, it was really indifferent.

Exactly the same as that mafia.

It's not that I don't worry.

Tsukishiro Reiji looked at the comments in his field of vision, but this time he appeared later.

[I'm going, the director works three jobs by himself, not only as a serial killer, but also as the director of the warehouse, and also as an undercover agent of the organization? ? !I cracked,]

[Matsuda reacted very quickly, as soon as the director killed two police officers, he urged his teammates to leave the well together.

#1: Phew - just shot in the arm, so dangerous, a little later and dead.

#2: The director is a little obsessive-compulsive, he has to fight from the left to the right, but fortunately Matsuda is in the middle. ]

[The list, I haven't got the list yet!

#1: It has been synchronously transmitted to Kuroda Hei, and it will come out after a later analysis.Don't panic. ]

[Wouldn't it be over soon? !

However, arrests in the later stage are indeed a problem. If the cooperation cannot be crossed, the winery only needs to lie dormant for a few years, and the spring grass will grow again~]

[I go! ! !Winery crazy?Directly blow up the building? ? ! ]

[I have to say that physical destruction is indeed a good way. ]

The moment the latest comment popped up——

boom!

There was a loud noise from the direction of the Metropolitan Police Department, and black smoke billowed into the sky.

It is less than two kilometers away from the headquarters of the Tokyo Metropolitan Police Department.

At the moment of the explosion, a driver was attracted by the sight and slammed on the brakes inadvertently, resulting in a collision and a series of car accidents.

The black smoke in the field of vision still rose quietly, and everyone realized it was a terrorist attack.

Suddenly, horns and screams mixed together.

The chaotic streets forced Belmode to step on the brakes. She turned her head to look, and a trace of coldness flashed in her eyes.

"It's a pity you can't go."