At the intersection of Capital High No. 5 and Xinlongqing Bridge, the siren sounded. Pen @ fun @ pavilion wWw. ｂｉｑUｇE。 ｉｎｆｏ

The Metropolitan Police Department's black-and-white police cars have blocked half of the road, and the ground is littered with parts of some cars that have been scraped, and there are also several eye-catching brake marks on the asphalt road. Fortunately, no one was injured in the traffic accident, and the large truck, the light automatic vehicle and taxi that were scratched were also fine, and after collecting evidence, they were carried by a tractor to the traffic accident treatment site.

Yoshiharu Nishida, a criminal police officer wearing a black trench coat, rushed to the scene from the Metropolitan Police Department's Iidabashi Police Station and met the perpetrator and victim of the accident at the temporarily formed investigation headquarters.

According to the confession of the person concerned, the driver of the large truck was driving while fatigued and was in a state of false sleep and confused when he crossed the intersection that had turned into a red light, while the driver of the light vehicle and the driver of the taxi did not drive in any violation of the law and was conscious.

It seems that this is a very ordinary traffic accident caused by fatigue driving.

"None of the passengers were injured, right?" Nishida looked at the transcript and asked the young policeman who had just participated in the interrogation.

"There were no injuries. At that time, there were no other passengers in the large truck and light automatic vehicle except the driver, and there was only one passenger in the taxi, and because he was in a hurry, he had already taken the investigation record and left in a hurry. The young policeman replied to Nishida in a fifteen-tenth manner.

"In a hurry?" Nishida frowned slightly, "What's important about him?"

The passenger seemed to be an editor at a publishing house, and he was going to the printing factory to deliver the manuscript, and if he was late, it would affect the distribution of the publication. The young policeman replied quickly.

"Hmm. Nishida flipped through the file and replied softly.

"But the man was probably irritated, and was a little distracted during the interrogation. "And according to eyewitnesses, something strange happened at the time of the accident." ”

"Oh?" Nishida looked up at his young colleague, waiting for his further report.

"The editor's name was 'Miura Mitoku,' and according to the taxi driver's recollection, he was looking at a stack of drawings before the accident, and then the truck hit the front of the taxi, and dozens of pages of drawings floated out of the window, and were blown up by the wind. ”

"And then?"

And then something strange happened. After all the cars stopped, the editor Miura rushed out of the car to pick up the sketches, but he actually returned to the taxi after a short time, got out of the car with the rest of his luggage, and called the police to wait for the accident to be dealt with. ”

"How long?" Nishida couldn't help but ask.

"According to everyone's testimony, that's less than half a minute, more than twenty seconds. ”

Nishida furrowed his brow and touched the stubble on his chin with his right hand—a habit he used to do when he thought.

Picking up the wind-blown sketches, more than 20 seconds is indeed a bit fast.

"How did he leave?" Nishida continued to inquire.

The young policeman handed Miura's transcript to Nishida and said, "He said that he was in a hurry and it was not appropriate to stay for a long time, so he left his contact information and took another taxi and left." ”

Nishida carefully read the transcript of Miura Miura again, and it seemed that he couldn't find any other doubts.

"It's kind of funny. Nishida felt a little excited in his heart.

Testimony is all the fodder for reasoning until the truth is discovered!

And today's material, there are a lot of articles in it!

"By the way, what's the title of his comic sketch?" Nishida asked.

"This ......," said the young policeman, with some embarrassment, "said that it was a trade secret before it was published, and he would not say it anyway." ”

"That's right. If it's a trade secret, why did he take it out of the taxi he was traveling?" Nishida put down his hand touching his chin and clenched his fist and knocked on the table.

Twenty minutes ago.

At the moment of the traffic accident, Miura finally understood why the publishing house had so many rules and regulations!

It turns out that those crisis management cases that are usually drilled really happen!

Earthquake drills, fire drills, including the worst lost originals!

So this is going to happen!

I knew that this big truck would suddenly run a red light, so why should I read the original manuscript of the comic that was about to be delivered for printing in the taxi?

I blame myself for being naïve!

Now we can only race against time to minimize losses!

Miura waited for the surrounding cars to come to a complete standstill, and despite the driver's dissuasion, he opened the door and rushed out.

At this time, some of the drawings had fallen to the ground, and some were slowly descending from the sky.

It's terrible!

But just as he was about to bend down to pick up the papers, he found that in the blink of an eye, all the drawings were back in his gloved hands!

He looked up and down, left and right, and not a single sketch on the ground or in the sky was gone!

And in their own hands - one, two, three...... Thirty-five, thirty-six, thirty-seven, one is not bad!

What's even more amazing is that the drawings don't seem to be stained at all, and every one of them is as good as new!

This...... What's going on?

I don't have time to figure this out, so hurry up and call the police, and when the police come, explain the situation and go to the publishing house!

Miura almost rushed back into the taxi to put the sketches back into a brown paper bag and stuff them into the sketch box, then connected to the police on the side of the road......

What I desperately need now is time!

As long as you can get to the printing factory before the printing starts, there is still hope!

The police car arrives, explains the reason, gives priority to the record, and stops the taxi!

Hurry! Hurry!

Finally, thirty minutes before the printing machine was turned on, Miura handed over the original manuscript to his colleagues in the printing factory!

Finally caught up!

My colleague said that he had received a call from the editor-in-chief and was aware of the task of replacing the sketch.

Great work! Miura-san!

Miura wiped the sweat from his forehead with a handkerchief, answered the phone call of the big editor Torishima, and reported to his boss on the completion of the task.

In the printing workshop, the inking machine roars, and the photocopied version of the original manuscript is stretched out on huge recycled paper; the cutting machine accurately cuts the huge paper into 16 carats, slightly larger than the B5, and stacks them in order; the binding machine injects glue and presses on the side of the package, wraps the cover of glossy paper, and after cooling and air drying, a colorful comic weekly magazine "Shonen Run" is produced, piled up in the packaging area, waiting for the packaging machine to bundle and pack, and then send it to major bookstores and convenience stores.

The printing quality inspector pulled out one of the volumes, looked at the contents, and there seemed to be no problem.

Hmm? It seems like a new work has started to be serialized in this issue.

The name is ......

"Detective Knan"!!

Seems kind of interesting.

In the office of Akihabara Igarashi Trading Company, Linda, who was sitting in front of his computer, waved his hand on his forehead, and the long green channel sticking out of his head disappeared immediately......