November 07, the day of the moon.

It was an ordinary day, but it was made extraordinary by an explosion four years ago.

Dressed in a black suit and black sunglasses, Matsuda sat in the passenger seat of a red Mazda RX-7 FD3S, holding his chin and looking out the window at the scenery passing by.

It's about time.

A week ago, he was transferred to the Metropolitan Police Department's Search Section 1 and forcibly searched the third department, so that it is today.

"What did you mean? No one will tell you what they know if they ask someone like that, and if you ask them in that rude way, they will not tell you what they know. ”

Miwako Sato, who was sitting in the main driver's seat, narrowed her eyes and showed disgust, she really wondered why this guy who was transferred from the explosive ordnance disposal squad really didn't know why the Twilight Police Department arranged him for herself, it was really unlucky.

Thinking of his situation in the past few days, Miwa Sato sneered: "Really, it's been seven days since I've been here, so I'll ask you to listen to my advice a little." ”

The sound of pressing the button of the mobile phone all the time in his ears, Matsuda Jinhei, who has a soft spot for flip phones, is editing the email, and he doesn't care about the advice of the people around him.

"Ahh You're pretty fast. ”

Matsuda Jinpei didn't have any expression on his face as he held a cigarette, and his tone was a little perfunctory: "Well, my only strength is the dexterity of my fingers." ”

The corners of Miwako Sato's mouth twitched slightly, and he also knew that he had a shortcoming. She glanced at Matsuda quickly and teased, "It shouldn't be sent to my girlfriend, right?" ”

Girlfriend? Oh, but it's a more troublesome object than a girlfriend.

Matsuda Jinhei chuckled lightly and said indifferently: "No, in fact, this email will not be replied to the friend who sent it to me." ”

Thinking of the scene when he saw that guy a year ago, his eyes gloomy and said, "Because he disappeared four years ago." ”

"Huh?"

Miwako Sato didn't expect that her casual words would actually touch the past that Matsuda might not want to mention, she pursed her lips and didn't say a word, and silently drove the car to the Metropolitan Police Department.

It turns out that he will also show such an expression, and he thought that he would always be a stinky face that others owe him money, and I really don't know who learned this stinky face from.

If Matsuda Jinpei could hear Miwako's heart, he would definitely smile and say-

It's the stinky face I learned from the paralyzed face that disappeared for four years.

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Chiyoda-ku, Tokyo, 11:07 a.m.

On the second floor of a café in 2-chome-2 Banji, Kasumigaseki-cho, a black-haired young man sitting in the corner was wearing headphones, his eyes fell on the laptop screen in front of him, and he didn't know that he thought he was worried about his paper, but if someone ran over to take a look, they would find that the screen was showing a surveillance screen.

- "What does it mean that you don't go?" ”

Looking at the young female police officer in the picture, she slapped the table with a slap, and the cigarette butts in the white ashtray jumped outside, and the cigarette ash was scattered on the table.

- "It's not that I'm not going, it's that I'm going to have to wait here for the fax today." It's just that the police station sent a suspicious old man here, I think you should be able to handle it. ”

- "You can't say that! ”

The black-haired young man is Ritsu Sasashima, who is squinting his eyes at Matsuda Jinpei in the picture wearing sunglasses and holding a cigarette with a ruffian face, he really doesn't look like a police officer, he looks like a "bad guy" more than himself.

He deliberately asked Gin for leave to leave the task to Ley, sneaked out of the apartment and didn't tell Zero Valley, who was on a mission overseas, to avoid distracting him from the mission.

As early as three days ago, Ritsu Sasashima asked Zhu Fu Jingguang to help and installed several cameras in the large office of the Metropolitan Police Department's Search Section, which was supposed to urge the police officers to actively investigate the case.

- "I've heard that the General Administration receives that thing every year on January 7th, doesn't it?" ”

- "Oh, since three years ago, the General Directorate has received a fax every day with big Arabic numerals written on it, and it is just a prank. ”

- "Three years ago it was 3, two years ago it was 2, a year ago it was 1, and I guess this must be some demoliac counting down, and he wants to take action... Will definitely choose today. ”

After the explosion four years ago, Ritsu Sasashima managed to get all the information about the case.

I learned that one of the prisoners was seen by the police who were ambushed around under the reporter's erroneous report, and was hit and killed on the spot by a passing truck when he climbed over the fence in the process of escaping.

The reason why the bomb countdown was restarted was probably because another prisoner was angry after witnessing the death of his accomplice and wanted to restart the bomb to kill the policeman to vent his anger.

His plan did not succeed, and a criminal like this with an antisocial personality and extreme egos would most likely choose revenge. So in the past few years, every November, Ritsu Sasashima will quietly pay attention to the dynamics of the Metropolitan Police Department, only to learn that the General Administration will receive figures three years ago, and he knew that it was the bomb countdown, so he would make such preparations.

Because he understands Matsuda Jinpei and understands what he will do...

Just in case, Ritsu Sasashima felt the need to intervene in the investigation of this matter. Again, this is for Kenji Hagiwara, who lost one eye and underwent a painful skin graft operation, so that he must catch the criminal and bring him to justice.

- "Officer, I've received another strange fax this year. ”

Ritsu Sasashima's eyes lit up as he sat up straight and pressed his hands on his headphones to listen carefully.

- "It's just one number, isn't it?" So, what exactly are the numbers coming out this year? ”

- "No, this time it's a warning. ”

Sure enough, as expected, this year the criminal will do it, and the target of revenge is really the police?

- "We are a bunch of Knights of the Round Table, all the stupid and cunning cops pay attention. At noon and 2 p.m. today, we will light the spark of celebration with the heads of our comrades, and if you have the ability, just stop us, and we will vacate the seat of No. 72 and wait for you. ”

Twilight Thirteen blinks her eyes and looks confused, completely unaware of what the fax is trying to convey.

- "What does that mean?" ”

Officer Shiratori shook his head and said that he didn't know, Miwako Sato in the picture noticed the movement behind him, and when he turned around, he found Matsuda Jinpei hurriedly walking out with his shoulder bag on his back, and hurriedly shouted.

- "Wait a minute, Matsuda, where are you going?" ”

- "Don't you understand?" The Knights of the Round Table have already said that they will wait for us to leave seat 72 empty. ”

Matsuda Jinhei in the picture is the same as in the police academy, with one hand in his pocket and a confident smile.

- "If you want to say that there is a round table with 72 seats, it is naturally only the one in the cup shopping plaza... Japan's largest Ferris wheel. ”

Ritsu Sasashima, who was sitting on the sofa, took off his headphones, he reached out to turn off his laptop, and he always felt that the password could not be set so simply, but the other party spent three years trying to figure out a way to provoke the police and retaliate against the police...

Is it possible that the code is so easy to understand? He must have had another purpose.

After stuffing the computer into his satchel, Ritsu Sasashima put on a white mask and a black bucket hat, and hurried to the nearby open-air parking lot.