"Why is this happening!?Why is this happening!?What are you all eating!!" Sitting in the conference room of a class, Twilight roared at his men: "There were two explosions in one day, not only killed people, but also a whole bar was blown up, how can I explain to the above? How to tell the media? How to face the public!?"

"Can we be blamed for this kind of thing?" Matsuda muttered in a puzzled whisper, scratching his head. Although he didn't say it directly to Twilight, the silent conference room was quite quiet, and everyone heard Matsuda's words, including Twilight, who was angry.

"Matsuda, what are you talking about, bastard!?Aren't you responsible for the chaos in Tokyo?Don't forget your identity!!You're a policeman, do you deserve your badge if something happens!!" Twilight's anger suddenly found an outlet, and the spit on the stars swept through Matsuda like a flash flood.

Matsuda was very ashamed of Twilight saying this, and he didn't dare to raise his head, for fear of being splashed by his spittle. Hmph, be content, you, I've seen Conan so many times and haven't encountered a theatrical version, and this kind of thing is not happy to burn high incense when you know it. There is no major accident during the New Year's holidays or the theater version, there is no psychological quality at all, and it will not be able to pass it in the future.

And Twilight met Matsuda, who was submissive and submissive like a small sufferer, at this critical time, and of course she vented happily. After shouting out all the resentment in his heart, he returned to his seat, took a big sip of tea, and began to get to the point: "Matsuda, what happened to the explosion in Mantian?

Matsuda, who was wandering into the world, carefully recalling what happened in the theater version, ignored Twilight's question as a matter of course. It wasn't until Sato next to him kicked him a few times under the table that Matsuda took his thoughts back and asked her in confusion, "What's wrong?"

"Huhu~~~" It was not Sato of Kawaii who answered Matsuda, but the Lord of the Twilight Police Department who was panting and his head seemed to be twice as big as being suffocated: "Matsu, Tian, I, ask, you, full, heaven, hall, explosion, explosion, thing, piece, of, was, harmed, person, checked, arrived, to, right?"

"Nope. Matsuda's answer was succinct and powerful.

Then the Twilight Society, who was afraid that it would become a ball, could no longer hold back the explosion and blew the backbone elites of the class sitting in the seat to pieces, causing a tragic third explosion, and Matsuda immediately started with a reasonable start: "I have checked the box that Nakajima is going to trade, and it contains a list and profile of the first-class computer programmers in the world who are connected to Manten. That man may be a commercial spy, and we can't do anything about it, so I suggest that it be transferred to the Osaka Police Headquarters. ”

Even if this unlucky ghost called Tequila really has an identity on the surface, I'm afraid it has been covered up by that organization. It is also very simple to give a person a death certificate with the energy of that organization, and even an accidental death will definitely not be involved in this explosion. Matsuda finished coping with the twilight, lowered his head and pointed in circles on the table.

"Is it really just a commercial espionage?" Twilight glanced at Matsuda meaningfully. It's rare to see this kid so deep, I scolded a little too much just now?

Osaka's population moves more than 10,000 times a day, with no names, no photographs, and no fingerprints. Just give me such a set of DNA data, relying on a Tokyo policeman like me, I can't find out even if I retire!" Feeling Twilight's tone soften, Matsuda immediately kicked his nose in the face.

"This~~~ I will apply tomorrow and prepare to transfer it to the Osaka Police Headquarters for investigation. Twilight didn't dwell on it, but his instincts told him that Matsuda was hiding something. It may also be out of trust in Matsuda, or it may also make him anxious about the successive explosions, and such a small doubt is immediately thrown out of two miles.

When the meeting was over, Sato was in charge of the cocktail bar bombing, and the end of the Mantendo bombing was left to Matsuda and Takagi, alas, poor Takagi. Of course, compared to Takagi, Twilight felt that she was the more pitiful one.

On New Year's Day, he set up three military warrants in a row, but what was the result? Idol stars were killed, high-ranking officials were killed, and one after another explosions surrounded him like a curse. Twilight gritted her teeth and pushed open the door to the office of the first section of the search officer, Matsumoto Police. No matter how you scold me, this time there will be absolutely no more broken guarantees.

"Waste! Look at what kind of chaos has become in Tokyo now! How can we explain to the people? What did you say at the press conference? What did you say about the guarantee? Now that half a month has passed since New Year's Day, what do you want to break the guarantee!!

In the interrogation room, Matsuda was bored when he watched Takagi and Takeshita chatting and writing without a match. Standing up and saying to Takagi very decently, "You keep an eye on it yourself, and I'll go and see the disk that Nakajima traded." ”

After that, under Takagi's admiring and respectful gaze, Matsuda successfully slipped away. This kind of thing has been done many times, but the honest Takagi still didn't realize Matsuda's sinister intentions, and Matsuda himself was a little ashamed.

Matsuda, who was unswervingly taking his own path with a loss of heart, involuntarily walked to the door of the room where the evidence was stored in the search class. Oh no, how did I get here?

Forget it, it's coming, let's go in and have a look. Matsuda put his hand on the doorknob and turned it on his own before he could use it, and the door was opened from the inside.

"Who are you?" Matsuda looked the man in police uniform up and down, "Why haven't I seen you?"

"Officer Matsuda. The officer saluted before replying, "I'm Anzai from the Ministry of Transportation, and I collected some new things at the scene of the Daikoku Building where the explosion occurred, so Inspector Miyamoto asked me to send them over." ”

"Yes, take me to say hello to Yumi. Matsuda turned sideways and made way for Anzai to go first. As Anzai walked out and walked past him, Matsuda's eyes swept into the room. Someone has touched the things in the house, and it's him, this Anzay police officer from the Ministry of Transportation.

Although the suitcase in which the disk was placed was put back in place, the contents next to it were reversed. Although he was very careful, because Matsuda himself put it in and used some small means, he could see the flaws at a glance.

When Anzai crossed Matsuda and felt relieved, Matsuda took a step forward and pressed Anzai's shoulder with his right hand, grabbed his wrist with his left hand, twisted his waist and buckled Anzai to the ground.

Anthy only felt a strong force coming, and his whole body fell back uncontrollably, and there was a "clatter" at his shoulder, and with the severe pain, he seemed to have been cut off, and he could no longer command his arm to move.

"Hehe, boy, Zhang is so fierce and vicious, he dares to pretend to be a police officer without makeup?" Matsuda pressed on Anzai, firmly fixed him, and began to sell cheaply. Although Anthy is the same as those uncles in a lesson, there is a breath of air in his body that leaks from the inside out, which makes people scared when they see it. But unlike those uncles who have been bound by the police code for many years, Anxi is even more wild and vicious, unscrupulous.

"You bastard!!" Anthy struggled to get up: "It's not my fault that you're ugly!!"

"You really shouldn't be blamed for being ugly, but who let you run out and be a bad guy!" Matsuda pressed down the fake policeman who wanted to resist: "Call it, call it, this is the Metropolitan Police Department, our territory." ”

"Officer Matsuda, what's going on here?" Just as Matsuda was about to subdue the imposter policeman, a heartfelt voice came from behind him.

"Chiba. Matsuda didn't look back: "Go and call the police department and catch a fat fish"

When Matsuda said this, he heard the footsteps behind him still approaching, and he felt that something unusual was wrong, and his heart suddenly lifted. When I heard the sound of the wind behind me, I remembered, obviously something was running to my head, and when I was about to dodge, the imposter under me pushed hard.

Although Matsuda used his stunt lazy donkey to roll eighteen times in time, his head was still hung with a layer of skin. Matsuda, who flashed to the side, touched the back of his head with his left hand, and it was bleeding.

Seeing Chiba's chubby face, he suddenly felt so hateful. Hehe, you, the author, can't even afford a name, and the guy who directly borrowed the voice actor's name dared to knock my stuffy stick.

Chiba, who was holding an iron rod in his hand, had already picked up his accomplice who was wailing on the ground, and the two of them faced Matsuda together, and the murderous aura in their eyes was not concealed at all. Matsuda, who was leaning against the wall, touched his right hand into his waist, ready to take out his gun at any time to stage the wonderful story of a famous criminal policeman bravely capturing the bandits.

"You're not going to shoot here, are you?" said Fake Chiba coldly, and the voice without the disguise was no longer a trace of honesty.

"If you can shoot you bastard in the head, why not?" Matsuda grinned, "You're really ruthless." ”

"If something happens here, what do you guess the people behind us will do?" Fake Chiba began to scare Matsuda.

"It's definitely killing you, they won't jump out of the front for the two of you to do it against the Japanese government, right? "Matsuda is not something that can be easily bluffed.

"Ah~~ Hehe, you bastard, you'll regret it one day. The impostor policeman who stood up endured the pain and stubbornly threw down a harsh word before evacuating.

"If you're going to shoot, there's going to be a bomb going to explode outside. When the fake Chiba pulled the fake policeman back, he didn't forget to threaten: "The people outside are my good friends." ”

The first time I met the black-clothed organization face-to-face, I could only watch them slip away, still in the Metropolitan Police Department. Watching them turn around and disappear into the corridor, Matsuda felt his qi and blood surge, and the bleeding on his broken scalp was clearly increased.

I'm afraid that decent fake Chiba is Ireland. If there really are any good friends who will be shot to death by Koto? Matsuda pouted disdainfully. The right hand, hidden in the back, scratched twice on the empty lower back. Alas, it seems that in the future, you will have to carry a small pistol with you at the door of your house.

PS: Something happened at home some time ago, and now I've quit that job. Now idle at home with children, almost two weeks of little nephew, very worry-free. If you update it, it should be stable, but since you don't live in a home with an internet connection, you still have to upload it once a week. Although the next job was agreed, it would take at least a month or two to settle down, so helpless.