Matsuda Jinpei stood in front of the simulated bomb disposal machine and moved his fingers, something so convenient before he was injured and unconscious.

His fingers still trembled slightly because of muscle atrophy and joint stiffness caused by years of vegetative activity.

Although it has been a month of rehabilitation, the rehabilitation of the hospital is mainly on the large muscle groups of the limbs, and the fingers still need to be slowly recuperated.

It's only a slight level for ordinary people, but it's not so simple for people who play with fire on bombs.

"What is this guy doing......

"I heard that it was a person who was injured by the explosion a few years ago, and he was in a vegetative state for four years. ”

"I don't think he even knows how to defuse a bomb...... ......"

Such a dark sound came from behind, the current bomb disposal department no longer knows Matsuda Jinpei, his original colleagues have either been promoted to management, or transferred to other positions, and some people ...... Worse luck than Matsuda Jinpei.

Originally, when Matsuda Jinpei returned to the Metropolitan Police Department after being discharged from the hospital, the opinion of the upper management was to let him become a clerk and do some light work, but Matsuda Jinpei insisted on returning to the Bomb Disposal Division, and the upper echelons finally respected his request.

Ignoring the sound behind him, Matsuda Jinpei took a deep breath and gently opened the simulator's case, revealing dense wires and complex combination circuit boards.

The liquid crystal digital display at the top, a string of red numbers is timing in the forward direction, representing the bomb's work The red bulb is dazzling but not dazzling.

The simulator randomly combines the working circuits of the bomb every time it works, and Matsuda Jinhei picks up the electric tester and constantly determines the potential of each electric shock, and then uses the action of unplugging the wire to cut the wire.

Syllable. It didn't take long for Matsuda to gently put the tester back on the table, moving some of his still stiff fingers.

"Why did you give up so quickly?" the voice of discussion was heard again.

"I guess I've been sleeping in bed for four years, and I've forgotten how to defuse a bomb. ”

"It can't have been blown up, right?"

Glancing back at those who were talking about him, Matsuda shook his head and walked out of the office of the Bomb Disposal Section.

The green indicator that represents the success of the bomb disposal is obviously the color that represents life and hope, but it is not more dazzling than red for those who are chattering.

Not to mention the timer above, the bright red number is locked on 0'23'17.

Walking to the changing room, changing into a clean dress, taking out his beloved sunglasses and putting them on, Matsuda Jinpei took out a bouquet of bright red roses from the locker.

As for who this bouquet of flowers is going to give to, it is naturally Sima Zhao's heart, which everyone knows.

Walking in the corridor of the Metropolitan Police Department with some nervousness, according to the information he inquired about, Miwako Sato was about to get off work.

Walking to the corner of a corridor, Matsuda Jinpei noticed a young man standing in the corridor opposite, dressed like himself, holding a bouquet of roses in his hand, but smaller than the bouquet in his hand.

Matsuda Jinhei felt that this young man was a little familiar, as if he had seen him when he went to Miwako Sato's department a few days ago.

Takagi, who was extremely nervous, was also stunned when he saw the person opposite, and he remembered sensitively that he had heard his predecessor mention that there was an old friend of the Sato Police Department who looked a little like him.

Hey...... No way. The two looked at the roses in each other's hands, and there was a feeling of making people happy.

The so-called narrow road of the enemy, it just so happened that at this time, Mizumayue walked from the third direction of the cross corridor with her hands in her trouser pockets and whistled, looking in a good mood.

The whistle came to an abrupt halt when he saw the two people on the left and right.

"I said you two, do you want to break ground on Tai Sui's head?" Mizuma Yue, who knew these two guys well, asked with a cold face.

Mizuma Moon broke the topic, and the atmosphere at the intersection suddenly became tense.

I don't know if Takagi had a brain or a stroke of genius, so he suddenly pulled his legs and ran in the direction of the fourth direction of the intersection, the direction of the office of the third department where Miwako was.

Matsuda Jinhei, who followed closely, didn't even care about the roses in his hand thinking that the petals were falling off in vigorous exercise.

"Stop!" Mizuma was stunned for a moment, then chased after him with a glare.

Although Mizuma Moon was the last to start, Matsuda Jinhei and Takagi were sick people who had just come out of the hospital, and the other was a newcomer whose physical fitness was only at the bottom of the police station.

The first to be picked up was naturally Matsuda Jinpei, and Mizuma Yue shouted angrily: "Hey, how can I be considered your benefactor, right? Do you still want to pry my corner?"

"Kindness is unforgettable, but love is supreme!" Matsuda Jinpei, who was wearing sunglasses, said something handsome, but he couldn't stop the fact that Mizuma Yue snorted coldly and passed by him.

Next up is Takagi.

"Takagi ......" Mizumatsuki's tone had changed to Akakago's threat, "Are you sure you want to go against me?"

Takagi probably drank fake wine before he came out, so he didn't even answer a word, and directly stretched out his hand to stop Mizumatsuki.

Three or two were blocked back by Mizuma Tsuki, and by the way, one hand was pressed on Takagi's face.

It stands to reason that Takagi's three-legged cat technique is no match for Mizuma Tsuki, but I don't know if Takagi had an adrenaline rush and actually stalemate with Mizuma Moon for two or three rounds without a winner.

Although in the end, Mizuma Moon had the upper hand, but the corridor was so long that the two of them had already run to the door of the third department's office when they were running and fighting, and Matsuda Jinpei also took advantage of the chaos to catch up.

The door of the office is very spacious if one person passes through, and if two people pass through, it is just right except for Chiba, but the three people are all playing with the same intention, and no one will let anyone, just squeeze in the door.

The three faces are leaning together, Takagi is in the middle, Mizuma and Matsuda Jinpei are on both sides, and the parts of the face and face that are attached to each other have been deformed.

Mizuma Moon squeezed a little to the left, Matsuda Jinpei squeezed back to the right, and Takagi wanted to squeeze forward directly in the middle by himself, but was pulled back by the two of them together.

"See you tomorrow!" When it was time to get off work, Miwako Sato waved goodbye to her colleague and opened the door of the office, revealing three large faces that had been squeezed into distortion.

Seeing the door open, and Miwako Sato, who was standing behind the door, the three of them were stunned at the same time, and then their center of gravity fell into the door unbalanced.

Miwako Sato deftly dodged, and saw the three living treasures fall to the ground, and for a while rose petals flew, and the office was a little noisy when it was off work, and it was even more chaotic now.

"You three, what are you doing!" Miwako Sato's angry voice could be heard even outside the Metropolitan Police Department.