me, the protagonist

Everyone present knew that she was not telling the truth.

When the investigation team found the bomb before, the police had checked the surveillance video of the area in recent days in order to find the suspect.

With such an eye-catching pink hair approaching, the investigators would not miss it.

And today, in order to participate in the show, Sakura Yamabuki wore a thin dress with no pockets all over her body.Assuming she has a device like a detonation button on her body, it should be visible from the outside.

Matsuda Jinpei, who was isolated by the thick protective clothing, looked at her for a while, and then his eyes fell on the bomb that stopped the timer.

Could it be by chance?

Now that I think about it, the bomb clock was stopped when they came.Afterwards, every time the timer starts or stops, it is when Sakura Yamabuki moves.

"I seem to have heard something similar somewhere."

……

After a brief silence, Matsuda Jinpei unexpectedly moved two steps to make room:

"You do it."

The rest of the handling team looked at him in unison, with more or less surprise in their eyes.

Contrary to the first impression given, this police officer with curly hair and sunglasses actually has a very high sense of responsibility for his profession, and the degree of seriousness and persistence is beyond ordinary people.

It is hard to imagine that such a person would recklessly entrust such an important task to a female high school student who appeared on the scene inexplicably and claimed to be a mortal.

"Thank you," Yamabuki Sakura didn't notice the astonished expressions of the others, she finally breathed a sigh of relief, and thanked Matsuda Jinpei earnestly:

"I will defuse the bomb successfully!"

The young police officer who could clearly see the ends of the black curly hair on the face of the explosion-proof suit snorted silently, and said lightly, "You can say this after you take it off. Bring it."

Without any explanation, he took away the house-like tools in Yamabuki Sakura's hands, and put a professional screwdriver in her palm.

The special demolition tool is very heavy, and the unsuspecting Sakura Yamabuki was crushed, and she quickly grabbed it with all her strength, and smiled shyly at the young police officer in front of her.

Matsuda paused for a moment, didn't say anything, just took a step back to make room for her.

But he just stopped at the side, and didn't intend to leave, looking at the posture to watch Yamabuki Sakura dismantle.

Sakura Yamabuki should have been full of confidence.

But for some reason, feeling the sharp vision that almost penetrated the explosion-proof suit, she felt a sense of oppression for a long time.

It's like the days when Senpai Amuro's favorability kept rising and falling, and it's like the feeling of suffocation when the math teacher stood behind to check the answer status after writing nonsense on the math test paper.

Holding the heavy screwdriver, Sakura Yamabuki swallowed, tried to show a harmless smile, and moved to the front of the bomb step by step.

She squatted in front of the chair, and others could see a pink hair swirling around, a kind of cuteness that made people forget the status quo and relax.

But she was actually very nervous, and she called for foreign aid tremblingly in her mind: "Well, Mr. System..."

"There is no such tutorial," the system rejected her coldly: "This is the "Idol Growth Project", not "Counter-Strike〇". "

It's not that he doesn't want to help, but that the database really doesn't have such information.

Yamabuki Sakura can only rely on herself.

After she pumped herself up, she desperately searched through her memory, hoping to find some knowledge that might be relevant.

System: "Give up, I've read your profile, how could I have such a memory..."

It really does.

But that seems to be what happened when Sakura Yamabuki was a child, and Sakura Yamabuki in that memory was still very young.

She was wearing a kindergarten blue dress and a yellow yarmulke, and she was sitting in a hallway somewhere with her knees hugged like a ball.

The elder brother with long hair next to her was talking to her tenderly while dismantling the bomb with skillful and cautious movements.

Probably because of his high concentration, a layer of sweat oozed from his forehead.

Really?

The system choked speechlessly.

When did this happen?

Sakura Yamabuki was also puzzled, but she soon felt relieved.

No matter what time it is, it's fine if you can refer to it anyway.

She recalled the action of the young man in her memory, holding the screwdriver: the first step is to disassemble the shell of the bomb to reveal the complicated circuits inside.

Sakura Yamabuki used a screwdriver to turn the screw in the upper right corner a few times.

The screw didn't move.

Eh?

Sakura Yamabuki froze for a moment, then twisted it a few times in disbelief.

Still not moving.

The eyes watching her from the side became sharper, Sakura Yamabuki began to sweat coldly, and twisted a few times indiscriminately.

"..." Officer Matsuda watched the whole process:

"The direction is reversed, this is the direction of tightening."

"Yes, sorry!"

Yamabuki Sakura hurriedly apologized, bursting out with amazing potential, quickly twisted it in the opposite direction several times, the screw fell off, took a few times to catch it, and carefully placed it on the floor.

The four screws were quickly unscrewed and neatly lined up on one side.

Matsuda Jinhei glanced at the orderly array of screws, and involuntarily moved slightly to the side, his sharp eyes still fixed on Yamabuki Sakura's movements.

The bomb with the panel removed has revealed the intertwined and intricately colored wiring inside.

"What's next is the main event."

After a few glances, Matsuda Jinhei probably had an idea of ​​the difficulty of dismantling the bomb.

Not particularly difficult, but not easy either.

For demolishers who are in a state of high tension, it still takes a little energy.

He paid close attention to Sakura Yamabuki who had switched to the scissors, and was prepared to stop the other party immediately if the other party showed a hesitant look, or showed the slightest sign of intending to cut off the wrong thread.

In the past, Matsuda Jinpei would never hand over the bomb disposal task to ordinary people.But without the appearance of this girl, they would have to die in the face of the 36-second countdown bomb.

Since she can stop the bomb, it may be worth taking a risk.

Compared to just now, Matsuda Jinpei became really vigilant, staring at Yamabuki Sakura's movements.

But the girl didn't directly use the scissors to shoot the arrow, but stretched out the index finger of her free left hand, and tapped back and forth several times in front of many lines from bottom to top. Her lips moved slightly, as if she was silently counting something.

Then she stopped, pointed to a yellow line, and cut it off neatly without hesitation.

Her movements are so neat and crisp, it's like cutting open a bag of potato chips.

Even the most experienced experts cannot defuse the simplest bombs so neatly.

Because it is related to the life of the bomb defuser after all, no matter how sure his choice is correct, his subordinates will hesitate a little.

However, after cutting the first line, Sakura Yamabuki speeded up, quickly clicked out a few more lines, and finished cutting quickly.

The chefs who handled the lobsters didn't do her best.

"I'm done!"

When the audience fell into a delicate silence, Sakura Yamabuki reported to the young police officer beside her with a refreshing smile that did not match the scene at all.

That looks very much like a child who was rewarded with a little red flower.

Matsuda Jinpei: ...

He knew for the first time today that the most difficult part of dismantling a bomb is turning the screws.

An important incident ended so simply.

It is so simple that many members of the processing class have two short and simple words in their minds:

That's it?

As a witness, Sakura Yamabuki was taken to the police station to make a statement. No one in the handling class mentioned her claiming to be a prisoner.

But Sakura Yamabuki had already forgotten about it.

Although Matsuda Jinpei was 90.00% sure that she was not a prisoner, but when making supplementary notes, he mixed the prisoner's notice letter with other materials and showed it to Yamabuki Sakura.

Sure enough, Sakura Yamabuki didn't even know some of the allusions in it.

Suspect completely ruled out.

"This is the end, thank you for your cooperation,"

The female police officer in charge of the transcript closed the folder, and smiled kindly with a sigh of relief: "We have contacted your senior, and she will come to pick you up soon. Before that, wait outside for a while."

Speaking of this, the female police officer winked playfully: "Can you provide fried pork cutlet rice bowl?"

Seeing the girl in front of her, her eyes lit up suddenly, the female police officer cheered a little, thanked herself politely, and then left the interrogation room.

A smile appeared on the female police officer's face: "It's so cute..."

Tonkatsu rice is the gentle method used by the old detective when interrogating some difficult suspects.

Eating pork chop rice that is deep-fried golden and crispy and rich in sauce, some first-time criminals can't help but tell the truth.

Yamabuki Sakura relied entirely on the care of the female police officer to get a piece of "office equipment".

The beautiful girl sat on a bench in the corridor with a delicious fried pork cutlet rice bowl and smiled happily.

The strong contagion makes people feel empathy for that happiness even after watching it.

"Just passing by will make people feel at ease," said the female police officer, "It has become an inviolable sanctuary right now...!"

The sanctuary was breached in the next second.

"Is there pork chop rice?"

Police officer Matsuda, wearing sunglasses, passed by, took one out of the bowl, chewed and swallowed it, and commented:

"It tastes good."

The scene that seemed like a painting in my heart was instantly destroyed, and the female police officer became angry: "What are you doing, Matsuda!"

Sakura Yamabuki, who was very satisfied, was stunned, and subconsciously handed out the bowl: "Are you hungry? Please, there are many more."

She looked at the angry female police officer: "Is my sister coming to eat too?"

In Yamabuki Sakura's heart, everyone quarreled because they were hungry.

Eating can solve all problems.

Looking at her innocent face, the female police officer was hit in the heart by the small pink flowers gushing out of her back, and ran to the bathroom holding her nose.

Matsuda didn't react at all, looked down at her, and said with a bit of a smile, "Aren't you stupid?"