The days of being a forensic doctor of salted fish in Rice Flower Town

The hostage-taker angrily rejected my request to be a hostage. He moved and yelled, "You think I'm stupid! You kicked my friend over just now!"

Unexpectedly, Conan on the side was also imitating me, he said loudly: "I will be your hostage!"

I covered his mouth.

This is not an activity to take the lead and bravely fight for the class cadres, this is not about fighting for it!

At the critical juncture, the hostage-taker had already moved quickly and brought Ayumi into the car, and the surrounding people could only compromise with his coercion and lure, and threw another driver prisoner, who was about to wake up, into the car .

I have vaguely heard the beep beep beep of a police car in the distance, but I can't be discouraged, because this prisoner must be able to hear it too!Not to mention that he also has an accomplice in remote monitoring.

Sure enough, he also seemed to have sensed the arrival of the police, cursed secretly, quickly closed the car door, stepped on the accelerator and rushed forward frantically.

The crowd scattered quickly and chaotically like a frightened bird. I wanted to take advantage of the chaos and sneak into the car, but the crowd was too crowded. When the children crowded, I was a step slower.

However, the petite Conan moved much more briskly than me. He even swooped down to catch up with the starting car, but he was small and weak after all, so he was quickly left behind, leaving only the rear window Ayumi's dismal back as she fades away.

But he didn't show any disappointed expression, he stood there for a while, I finally struggled out from the crowd and ran to him, and saw him staring intently at his glasses.

"I put a tracker on the car, hurry up!"

I didn't have time to ask him why a primary school student has a locator, and I didn't have time to ask him why he has more equipment than my character when playing games. I just told myself:

Here is Mihua Town, where anything is possible.

This sentence can be put in the brochure of Mihua Town tourism as a slogan.

"They ran to the southwest!" After making a quick judgment, Conan ran in that direction.

"How about... Let's take a taxi! How can two legs catch up with four wheels." I stood on the side of the road and waved, hoping that a taxi would appear at this time, and online car-hailing would also work. ah!

Suddenly, a white Mazda braked to a halt on the side of the road.

If it is an online car-hailing car, this is too fast!

With the lowered car window, a stern face was revealed, with blond hair and black skin, it was Toru Amuro!

I didn't have time to ask why Toru Amuro appeared faster than the police car. The question was the daily operation of Mihua Town.

I pulled Conan on and quickly got into Toru Amuro's car. As soon as he stepped on the accelerator, the Mazda flew out like an arrow off the string.

"Grab it!" Toru Amuro gripped the steering wheel tightly and reminded us loudly.

I subconsciously grasped the roof railing, and my other hand hugged Conan tightly.

Toru Amuro turned the steering wheel violently, and at the same time began to accelerate rapidly, my back was firmly attached to the back seat due to inertia.

He was like playing dodge ball, dodging left and right to avoid the front, rear, left and right vehicles flexibly. Even when turning, I felt that the tires under me were going to fly!

Even though I was just riding in a car, I had the thrill of going up and down like a roller coaster ride. How could anyone be able to drive so wildly!

Fortunately, Yumi did not see our dangerous driving behavior hovering on the edge of danger, otherwise we would be fined for copying traffic regulations!

"Going northwest again!" Conan, the artificial navigator, seemed to have seen these big scenes a long time ago. He slumped in his seat and was hugged tightly by me, while broadcasting the latest developments with a blank expression.

However, even Toru Amuro, the master of road racing, sometimes gets stuck in a big traffic jam. Now it is just in time for the rush hour, and the rows of cars in front of him have already become a long queue, but the target spot that Conan is tracking is still moving with.

"Damn it!" Toru Amuro frowned and patted the steering wheel, braking the car just in time at the end of the traffic jam.

Out of the corner of his eye, he glanced at the narrow alley next to him.

"Wait!" I suddenly had a guess about his thoughts, "You won't...you won't, you want to go through the alley, it's only half the width of your car!"

"Half is enough."

Amuro Toru's voice reveals a confidence that I don't understand.

So, amidst my wide-eyed surprised gaze, Toru Amuro started his show-off operation.

Reverse... speed up... slam the steering wheel...

As the owner of a small battery car, I don't really understand its operation. I just remember that the car drifted, and before turning into the alley next door, the two side wheels had already left the ground.

Toru Amuro and his Mazda, which is comparable to a racing car, stood up on its side, rubbing the edge and using two tires to drive forward at a high speed, and drove into the narrow alley, standing more firmly than my own golden rooster.

Because of inertia, I rolled down to a corner of the car and glanced at Conan beside me—with a blank expression on his face.

It seems this is fundamental.

I was a little confused and asked Toru Amuro: "Why do you, a waiter in a coffee shop, have such a high degree of difficulty in drag racing skills?"

Toru Amuro stared blankly while controlling the steering wheel, and answered my question with an embarrassed smile:

"Because there is always a traffic jam every time I go to buy ingredients..."

Understood, if I asked you why you are so skilled, Toru Amuro would probably say that it was to be better at competing with aunt in the supermarket.

In any case, we have already sat in his wild car, successfully avoided the traffic jam ahead, broke out from the alley, and continued to track the kidnapper's vehicle.

I believe that a lot of police cars behind might be blocked there, maybe we are the only ones who managed to break through and catch up.

Ayumi, you have to hold on!

Conan, who was navigating, observed the direction of the target vehicle with a serious face, and suddenly he said in shock:

"The tracker... stopped?"

"Where did you stop?" Toru Amuro asked immediately.

"Stop at..." Conan's brain seemed to be searching the map quickly, and he continued, "It seems to be near an abandoned factory?"

"Not good!" Toru Amuro stepped on the gas pedal a little deeper, "They must be getting out of the car!"

"They got out of the car instead of running away?" I had a bad premonition, "What exactly do they want to do? First, they ran aimlessly at the gate of a crowded primary school, and then hijacked..."

"I'm afraid their terrorist activities haven't stopped yet." Although Toru Amuro's voice was calm, it still revealed a deep sense of worry.

He was blowing the car to the point of leaving an afterimage, and the hair and skirts of the girls who were waiting for the red light on the side of the road were blown away.

Amid the strong sound of brakes, Toru Amuro stopped steadily at an intersection, not far away was the car that caused the accident.

I opened the car door and ran over quickly, but just like everyone's inner thoughts——

It was empty and there was no one there.

"Where did they go..." I lowered my head and muttered.

Conan ran to the side of the car and removed the locator he installed, held it in his hand, and calmly analyzed.

"The vicinity here used to be an industrial area, but now it's abandoned and no one comes and goes. It is estimated that they took Ayumi to an abandoned factory beside it."

"Then let's look for it quickly, and we can't let Ayumi get hurt in the slightest!" I urged him.

"But..." Toru Amuro came to me with a stern expression, "There are more than one abandoned factories around here."

"Let's split up." I looked at the weedy, cold and abandoned factories in front of me, "It's more efficient this way."

"I think so too." Conan took out his cell phone, "Contact me anytime you find something."

Then Toru Amuro divided the nearby factories slightly, and the three of us decided to split up into three groups and search in different directions.

I ran in one direction in a panic. The abandoned factory was basically unlocked. There were all kinds of abandoned industrial waste and old tools discarded inside. up to my knees.

While calling Ayumi's name, I explored the depths of the factory.

I walked up the creaking stairs, trembling every step I took, for fear that the stairs would break if I didn't pay attention.

But I keenly heard a sound that didn't belong to the creaking of the stairs.

I immediately stopped in my tracks, closed my eyes, turned off my four senses, and tried my best to get rid of the irrelevant sounds of the wind and the rustling of leaves in my ears, and carefully capture the sounds I needed.

There was an extremely faint whimpering sound along the air, like a pair of invisible hands guiding the direction.

Every step I took was in the direction it pointed, and as I approached it slowly, the voice gradually became clearer.

The footsteps stopped, and I gently opened my eyes, and in front of me was a rusty iron door, which creaked loudly when it was pushed open.

Bu Mei's tear-stained face appeared in front of her eyes. Her hands and feet were tied up with ropes, and she sat there unable to move.

She was the only one in the abandoned room, and the two prisoners were nowhere to be seen.

Seeing this, I hurried forward and quickly helped Ayumi untie her rope.

But she was sobbing and crying, dodging my intention to untie the rope, faltering as if she was about to say something.

As soon as I removed the cloth strip stuffed in her mouth, Ayumi coughed a few times, with a flushed face, trying to suppress the urge to cry, and said in a hoarse voice:

"Clothes... in the clothes..."

My heart suddenly thumped, and I carefully lifted her coat with trembling hands, revealing a bright red countdown bomb>bomb.

The bright numbers on the bomb remind me that we only have 5 minutes left.

In such a short time, let alone the bomb disposal personnel of the police could not arrive in time, even Toru Amuro and Conan, who were separated from me, could not arrive.

I took out my phone and dialed with trembling fingers.I almost pressed the wrong number nervously, wishing I could swallow my finger in it.

"Matsuda-kun!" The moment I heard the call connected, tears started to flow wantonly, and I asked him for help as if I had grasped the last straw.

I speeded up my speech, described to him the appearance and internal structure of the bomb at the site as clearly as possible, and asked him what to do.

Unexpectedly, it was not Matsuda Jinpei's voice that came from the opposite side.

"He just went upstairs to perform an emergency bomb disposal mission, and mobile phones are not allowed during the mission."

When I heard this sentence, my heart was half cold. Are Ayumi and I going to die here today?

Then the voice on the other side paused and said hoarsely:

"I am his co-worker,

Hagiwara Kenji.

I can teach you how to defuse a bomb. "

The author says:

applaud!Sprinkle flowers!

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