me, the protagonist

Sakura Yamabuki was picked up by someone, like a cat drowning in water.

The strange man didn't expect her reaction to be so strong, and when he let go of his hand, Sakura Yamabuki finally fell to the ground.

She quickly grabbed the small screwdriver and scissors on the ground, and looked at the man warily: "I won't go, I will stay here to dismantle the bomb."

"..."

The man was silent for a second or two, and his eyes fell on the scissors and screwdrivers that looked like elementary school students in Sakura Yamabuki's hands. The system felt that he was more shocked.

But it was only for a short moment, he quickly waved his hand, and the other team members who came up from behind half pulled and half hugged Sakura Yamabuki, politely but a little bit forcefully wanted to take her away.

Yamabuki Sakura's ability is mainly aimed at people with ulterior motives, not indiscriminate intelligence.

Once someone thinks about her beyond "goodwill" and wants to obtain other information from her or use it to achieve his own goals, the passive ability will immediately unfold, making him forget anything.

This is the god's care for the daughter who wandered to another world, a passive skill that is automatically activated 24 hours a day.

Make sure that even in a world full of war and conspiracy, Yamabuki Sakura is still like a sakura blooming in the sun.

Considering Sakura Yamabuki's common sense reserves, she can't control whether her ability is on or off.

Therefore, when this well-intentioned police officer took her away from the scene, Sakura Yamabuki could only act like a kitten whose throat was stuck by fate, unable to fight back.

Seeing the beautiful little girl being taken out of the venue and the emergency being resolved, Matsuda Jinpei quickly entered the state and was ready to start dismantling the bomb.

"Report, report, there are 36 seconds before the explosion!"

"What did you say!"

When Matsuda was lowering his head to prepare tools, he heard the trembling exclamation of the team members who had observed first.

He quickly went up to look, and sure enough, there was a bloody "00:00:36" on the electronic display.

No matter how much he had trained, at this moment Matsuda xvzl's cold sweat still broke out, and an electric current ran through his back, but his thinking speed was surprisingly fast.

He instantly realized that the gangster had lied in the warning letter sent to the police.

According to the content of the notice letter, the bomb will explode at 12:30, which is still an hour away.

How to do?

If it only takes half a minute, no matter how skilled bomb disposal experts are, it is impossible to dismantle the bomb.

So run away?

All personnel have been evacuated, and this method is not impossible.

But the explosion speed of the plastic bomb is eight kilometers per second, which is faster than the speed of sound.They were also wearing explosion-proof suits, so they couldn't survive at all.

Countless thoughts flashed through Matsuda Jinpei's mind, but he couldn't find a feasible solution.

At the juncture of life and death, Matsuda suddenly heard a "huh" from the team members next to him, and said uncertainly:

"The countdown, it seems...stopped?"

Hearing this, Matsuda set his sights on the plastic bomb, and found that the countdown had been steadily stopped at 36 seconds since the beginning, with no intention of continuing.

Matsuda froze for a moment.

Has the external negotiation achieved results?Or has the gangster been captured so the countdown has stopped?

But why haven't you received any contact yet?

At this time, the distance between Sakura Yamabuki and the bomb exceeded ten meters.

Before Matsuda could relax, the person next to him gasped again:

"Count, the countdown has started again!"

Matsuda: "..."

For a moment, Matsuda Jinpei seriously considered the possibility that the man was playing him.

In just a few seconds, great sadness, great joy and then great sorrow, what you are playing is the heartbeat, right?

However, unlike the female high school students who were planning to defuse the C-4 bomb with a play tool, the people in the explosives disposal class would never make fun of it.

显示屏上的数字再次跳动起来，从「00：00：36」跳到了「35」、「34」……

There is bomb defuse time, but not all of it.

The team member asked Matsuda tremblingly: "What should we do now?"

That is a rookie who has not played many times, a young man who will be 20 years old.

Under this kind of battle, he was not so much asking Matsuda for instructions on the next step, but rather soothing the fear and pressure that was about to explode with a mournful voice, and the tone was so sharp that his voice broke.

The police officer responsible for sending Sakura Yamabuki out also realized that something was wrong. When he was distracted, Sakura Yamabuki under him burst out with great potential, broke free from his shackles, and ran back to the bomb in a hurry.

"Count, the countdown stopped again?!"

Matsuda Jinpei: ...

Is it over yet?

Although this is a serious matter that should be taken seriously, he still wants to say, how many times will this kind of thing happen?Enough is enough, okay?

Gangsters just press the remote control button to play when they have nothing to do, right?

Matsuda Jinpei really wanted to find out the gangster and beat him up.

let you free.

"Little sister, it's very dangerous here," the policeman in charge of sending Sakura Yamabuki out heaved a sigh of relief, concentrated his attention again, grabbed her easily, and said in the tone of a child:

"Don't be willful, let's get out of here first, shall we?"

Sakura Yamabuki started to get angry again.

The cute fan art style suffers from all kinds of dramas. Even the high school students in anime of all ages like "Detective Ke〇" have tall legs and long legs. She looks like a middle school student.

The fist is hard, when will Meng Fan stand up?

Sad and angry, Yamabuki Sakura couldn't help being pulled back a few steps by the police, and pulled another ten meters away.

As expected, the countdown started to jump again.

Matsuda Jinpei: ...

It's numb, so angry that I want to single out the whole world.

Everyone is silent.

Even veterans who have been dismantling bombs for more than ten years have never seen such repeated horizontal jumps.

Sakura Yamabuki wanted to dismantle the bomb but was unable to recover, and was dragged away by the kind-hearted police officer to leave this floor.

She looked at the bomb disposal site that was getting farther and farther away, and desperately used her clever little brain:

Is there any reason for her to stay on the scene?

……

She did think of one.

When she was about to start going downstairs, Sakura Yamabuki grabbed the handrail of the stairs and shouted with all her strength:

"I am a murderer!"

Matsuda Jinping:? ? ?

other people:? ? ?

In addition to being stunned or stunned, there is more than one word "shock" that can describe the scene.

The police officer holding Yamabuki Sakura's shoulder was also shocked, and subconsciously let go.

The joys and sorrows of people are not connected. Yamabuki Sakura can't understand the world of adults with broken three views. She is very proud of her wonderful reason.

The beautiful girl who claimed to be a prisoner triumphantly walked up to Matsuda Jinping, pointed at herself with a thumbs up:

"I planted the bomb. I dismantled the bomb I installed myself. Is there anything wrong with it?"

Everyone looked at each other and fell into silence.

It seems to make sense, but I always feel that something is wrong.

The author says:

(It’s less today, I’m ashamed and I’m repenting, my mouse tail juice will definitely be more orz tomorrow