The world in the telescope is a little narrow, but if you don't use the telescope, you can't see clearly, the grand fireworks swallow countless lives, and under the media's verbal criticism, all the responsibility will only be borne by the police.

Mr. Bomber, who had set up a series of traps, was leaning against the railing of the overpass, holding a telescope in his left hand, and could clearly see that there were students answering papers in the classroom.

And his right hand was holding a small black remote control, and he was still struggling whether to wait a little longer to let the bomb explode at five o'clock in the afternoon according to the set time or to explode by remote control in advance, anyway, those cowardly policemen would definitely not be able to find the location of the bomb.

"At this time, looking at a high school with a telescope, even a pervert who likes to watch high school girls in physical education class will not blatantly stand on the flyover and do this, right?

Comrade Bomber turned around slowly, and saw a young man and a young woman, if it weren't for the fact that the woman was clenching her fists, and the man was playing with the handcuffs in his hands, and the handcuffs were whizzing around his fingers, the two men and women would have stood together like a couple, like a young man and a woman in love.

And now they don't need to explain their identities, and the bombers also know that they must be the policemen who have come to arrest them, and they don't even have time to press the remote control in their hands, so they change hands and run.

"Don't run!" Miwako Sato chased after him, but Mizuma didn't chase after him, if Miwako Sato couldn't catch up with the people, it would be useless to keep up with him, not to mention that it was not Mizumatsuki's style to try hard to pick people up in the back.

The bomber is in good physical condition, and he can keep his distance under the chase of Miwako Sato, and he is barely closed.

According to the information that Kipson found for Mizumatsuki, the bomber had been away from Tokyo for the previous four years, and it seemed that he was struggling in some dark world, otherwise he would not have found a way or money to buy explosives to make bombs.

"Stop!" is probably also the escape ability that he has exercised in it.,The almost lifeless escape route combined with the investigation of the streets and alleys here well.,It seems that he still has a tendency to get rid of Miwako Sato.。

For example, in the same alley full of debris, a lot of debris can be used as a pedal under the feet of the bomber, and Miwako Sato ran through it all thanks to her strong reflexes to avoid tripping.

Directly over the top of a row of cars, when he landed, Miwako Sato glanced at the slinger pinned to his waist that was confiscated from Mizumatsuki, because he was not used to it, the flinging stick was a little in the way, but he was reluctant to throw it down.

In such a moment of distraction, the bomber pulled the distance even further, and he was confident that he would be able to escape by turning around this street corner.

The moment he turned the corner, a big foot kicked him in the stomach from the side, followed by a knee on his chin.

"Grab people's heads!" Mizumatsuki walked out with a smile, the so-called encirclement and interception, there are people chasing behind, and someone in front should intercept them.

As for how did Mizuma Moon get around? Or psychology, where did people instinctively run in a hurry? Of course, they ran home, and Mizuma Moon had the information of this person collected by Jeepson in his hand, and there were several of his safe houses inside, and the location blocked by Mizuma Moon was the only way for him to go back to the safe house.

Just after the attack from the front slowed down for a while, Miwako Sato from behind caught up and kicked him in the back of the waist, grabbing the collar and falling over-the-shoulder.

"Grab the remote control!" Mizuma exclaimed, and pounced on himself, after all, there was still a bomb that had not been found.

"Click. The two of them were late, and the bomber pressed the detonation button as if he was struggling to the death, and then looked fiercely in the direction of Didan High School, although he could only see one wall now, but he could still listen to the sound of fireworks blooming.

But there was silence, and he heard nothing.

"Where are you looking? We've defused the four bombs at Didan High School. "Shui Jianyue is not particularly anxious, firstly, the amount of gunpowder of the other bomb is very low, and the power is limited, and secondly, there is also a distance requirement for remote control detonation, and there is no signal if the distance is too far, and the other bomb may not explode at this time.

"Cut, since it's been dismantled, what are you still robbing it for?" The bomber pressed the remote control a few more times in disappointment, and finally threw it away with a spit, and Mizuma Yue handcuffed him.

"Didn't you say there's another one?" Miwako Sato asked directly.

"Could it be fake?" Mizuma raised her eyebrows, maybe she really deliberately deceived the police, making the police think that there were still bombs that had not been found.

"It's not fake, I'm not as dishonest as you police, it's just that I didn't have any hope for that bomb, and I just found a place and dropped it, I can't even remember where to put it. The bomber pouted.

"There's no way, take it back and talk about it, if it explodes, you'll definitely call the police." Because of a possible explosion, Miwako Sato caught him in time and his mood didn't improve.

"Do you want to pull him to Matsuda first and force him to kowtow or something?" asked Mizumatsuki on a whim, anyway, it hasn't been reported to the Metropolitan Police Department that this person has been arrested, to be precise, the Metropolitan Police Department doesn't know that there is an operation, and these two people are still out of touch with the Metropolitan Police Department.

"Are you talking about a hospital bed or a tombstone?" Miwako Sato rolled her eyes and denied Mizumatsuki's casual proposal, and Mizumatsuki didn't care, anyway, she said it in her head, and she didn't care at all.

"At 4:48 p.m., the arrest was successful. Glancing at her watch, Miwako Sato said, announcing that the arrest was officially completed, and then quickly contacted the Metropolitan Police Department.

"It's finally time to rest. Mizumatsuki yawned, calculating that he had been working for thirty-four or five hours in a row, since he had gotten up at six o'clock the day before to go to work.

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Didan Elementary School, today was supposed to be a day of peace.

Teacher Sumiko Kobayashi, the homeroom teacher of Class B in the first year, glanced at the empty seats in the class, on the one hand, she felt a little relieved that all the troublemakers were gone, and on the other hand, she felt a little strange about the small group of the Junior Detective Group asking for leave collectively.

But their parents all called and said they were going to take leave, and Kobayashi Sumiko had nothing to ask, these children had to visit their homes from time to time, and Kobayashi Sumiko remembered their parents' voices very clearly.

Just when Sumiko Kobayashi was distracted while lecturing, a loud noise came from outside.

The teachers and students were startled, and a few naughty ones ran out of the classroom and into the hallway to look out.

"Wow! it stinks!" A few seconds later, the whole school was whining like a pot was boiling...... Indescribable?

It seemed like a sewer explosion, or a toilet explosion, and the inexplicable explosion left the entire playground full of smelly excrement.

"All go back to the classroom! Close the doors and windows, and don't use air fresheners indiscriminately!" The teachers were the first to react, urging the students to 'evacuate'.

"Each class and office counts the number of people to confirm whether there are any absentees. "Then came the directors and vice presidents.

"It seems that 'stirring up the dung of the people'?" the elderly principal stood by the window very calmly and looked at the overwhelming yellow outside, and was still in the mood to tell a cold joke about Chinese characters.

"I dare say there must be a conspiracy there!" said the dean stood next to the principal, gritting his teeth at his wig.

"There is a group of troublemakers in our class who have collectively taken leave today, and I think it is necessary to investigate it first, and I will ask a police officer I know to investigate this matter later. Sumiko Kobayashi, who was standing on the other side of the dean, gritted her teeth and clenched her fists, looking very much like Miwako Sato.