"Then let's conduct a written assessment next."

Twilight Thirteen said.

"Aren't you going to continue testing?"

Sakaki looked at the MP5A5 submachine gun and Type 89 assault rifle on the gun rack and licked his lips.

"No, no, no..."

Sensing that Sakaki's gaze was gradually becoming dangerous, Twilight Thirteen dodged to block his vision, and said solemnly:

"The rest of the guns are used by the SAT Special Assault Force, and ordinary police officers have no right to call them."

"So don't think about it, Brother Sakakikoto."

No right to call...

What are you putting out for?

What about gluttony?

Sakaki pursed his lips, and was about to speak when he heard the phone ring in Twilight Thirteen's arms.

"It's me."

After answering the phone, Twilight Thirteen raises her hand to quiet her surroundings.

The tone in the microphone was intense, and his face changed suddenly:

"You said there was an explosion at the head office of Manheaven Games?!"

"We'll be there right away!"

Putting down the phone, Twilight Thirteen said solemnly:

"Brother Sakakikoto, now is not the time to put it to the test."

"The Metropolitan Police Department needs you."

Sakaki Makoto's eyes are happy:

"Then I'm going to do this written test...."

"You don't have to do it, it's a tranquilizer gun anyway, and it can't kill anyone."

The situation is in crisis, and Twilight Thirteen immediately makes a decision.

In his eyes, Sakaki Makoto is just going through the motions today and making plans for the future.

As long as Sakakikoto is okay with his marksmanship, the written test is the best way to pass.

Anyway...

It's all old questions.

It's like the answer drawn up by the Transportation Bureau in the Subject 1 exam.

As long as the selection is based on the rule that the lives of the masses are paramount, the pass rate can reach 99%.

Nothing to refer to.

"Then let's go."

Sakaki took out a palm-sized piece of paper from his pocket and crumpled it into a ball and threw it in the trash.

Seeing this, Twilight Thirteen was stunned:

"Brother Sakakikoto, what did you throw away?"

"Nothing, just a recipe."

Sakaki took him by the shoulders and hurriedly led him out of the shooting range.

Miwako Sato, who was walking at the end of the crowd, took out the paper ball suspiciously and opened it to see...

Shocked a backwards.

The paper was full of words that looked like they had been copied from a book.

There is one problem that can be said to be very classic.

Q: What should I do when confronted with a prisoner holding a hostage with a knife and ask the officer to drop his firearm?

A: Ignore the prisoner's request and continue to confront each other with a gun.

B: Agree to the prisoner's request for the time being, wait for the opportunity, and put the hostage's life first.

C: Shoot the prisoner directly.

It's a classic question, but it's not difficult.

As long as your brain doesn't have a convulsion, you know how to choose.

However....

Sakaki wrote a full row of ...

C

He is going to beat the prisoners into a sieve.

Later, perhaps realizing that the answer was wrong, he crossed out the original answer with a red cross and wrote a crooked A.

It seems to be very tangled.

O god of foreheads....

Miwako Sato rubbed her eyes.

Is this serious...

How do you manage to avoid the right answer perfectly!

Anyway, this is a cheat sheet.

What the hell can you make a mistake in cheat sheets!

It's no longer a question of whether you're stupid or not.

It's a slippery slope!!

At this moment, Miwako Sato realized that giving Makoto Sakaki a license to carry a gun, perhaps....

It was the worst decision the Metropolitan Police Department has ever made.

................

"The location of the crime is in the Mantian Video Game Center, and the deceased is alone."

In the speeding blue and white police car, Twilight Thirteen learns of the pre-report from the scene through a text message.

"Full Heaven Game Center?"

Sakaki raised his eyebrows, he hadn't heard of it.

He had only heard of Ren Tiantang.

"Yes."

Twilight Thirteen nodded:

"The headquarters of Mantian Video Game Company is located in the Rice Flower Building, and today is the day of the release of their new work."

"So they invited a lot of video game enthusiasts to try it out."

"It turned out that someone planted a bomb!"

"Is the identity of the deceased clear?"

Sakaki asked.

"Nope."

After sighing, Twilight Thirteen shook her head:

"I heard that it was a tall man in a black coat and a black hat, and no one knew him."

"The explosion site is the men's toilet on the first floor, and apart from him, only one child was slightly injured."

"What a blessing in misfortune...."

Who would be idle to blow up a video game company?

Competitor?

Sakaki was a little puzzled.

Perhaps, we can only wait until we get to the scene to find out.

Twenty minutes later, the police car stopped at the main entrance of the Rice Flower Building.

There were already nearby police officers who had arrived first, evacuating the crowded crowd outside and setting up a cordon.

The bomb was so powerful that it even blew through the wall of a toilet.

In the video game company, the guests who came to the new game release party today did not leave, and all of them were stayed.

"Brother Maori!"

Twilight Thirteen, who was about to rush to the scene, saw Mori Kogoro, who was sitting next to the load-bearing pillar, languishing.

"Ahh It's the Twilight Police Department..."

Maori Kogoro blushed and wanted to stand up to say hello, but he was weak and weak:

"I'm so sorry, I... I'm afraid I won't be able to help this time..."

"I drank too much last night...."

"It's okay."

Twilight Thirteen said very generously:

"This time, Brother Sakaki Cheng is also here, so you can rest in peace."

"Isn't that right, Brother Sakaki?"

"Hmm..."

Sakaki nodded nonchalantly, his eyes wandering around.

If Mori Kogoro is here....

In the crowd, a big head shook from time to time, attracting his attention.

When I walked over and looked, sure enough, it was Conan.

"Why are you here?"

Sakaki Makoto wondered:

"Don't you go to school, so much time to spare?"

Conan pouted:

"I can't get out of school early."

We just separated yesterday, and we met again today, and we both encountered homicides.

It can no longer be described as a coincidence.

"Since you're here, have you found any suspicious people?"

"I was about to tell you this!"

Conan took him by the arm, climbed on his shoulder, and whispered:

"The deceased seems to be someone from the black-clad organization!"

"Huh?!"

Sakaki's eyes widened, and he thought, it can't be such a coincidence...

"How do you know for sure?"

"He's dressed in black!"

"There are more people wearing black clothes on the streets!"

Seeing that Sakaki didn't believe it, Conan was a little anxious:

"He made a phone call from a public landline, and he also talked about gin and vodka, and called himself Tequila....."

Tequila agave.

A brand new wine name code.

Now that gin and vodka have appeared, there is a high probability that this tequila is also a person in the organization.

"Haven't you heard of him?"

Conan asked blankly.

"Nope."

Sakaki shook his head very dryly:

"I'm a marginal member of the organization, and I haven't touched the core yet."

"I don't know anyone other than gin and vodka."

Shiho Miyano's code name Shiho Shirley, Makoto Sakaki knows, but he won't tell Conan the identity of Shiho Miyano.

"Tsk!"

Conan's eyes were full of disdain, and he looked at him with disgust:

"I thought you were some kind of big guy...."

"Feelings are a part-time worker!"

"Can you talk?"

Sakaki rolled his eyes and carried him towards the scene of the crime:

"With your emotional intelligence, how did you catch up with Miss Maori?"

"Besides..."

"Who hasn't climbed up from a migrant worker?"

"What's wrong with the workers, if there are no workers, can the boss call the boss!"