Death Countdown: 7D

001

The sound of bells came from the bell tower at the foot of the mountain, startling the crows in the woods, and they flapped their wings and flew into the sky.

The young man followed the sound of the bell and counted to nine in his mind. He then looked quietly at the laptop on his knees. The three words "Resignation" in bold black font in the center of the screen were reflected in his calm golden eyes.

It was nothing more than a template-style resignation letter, with his name, Yushan Chaodeng, written at the end.

Yushan Chaodeng raised his hand and rubbed his tense temples, frowning, revealing an expression that showed he was very sleep-deprived but could still endure it.

He was busy with a job yesterday, the day before yesterday, and the day before yesterday, with almost no rest.

He had short hair, a rare white color, with slightly longer hair on his temples, hanging softly on his chest. He wore a light gray handmade suit that looked very expensive, and a casual dark windbreaker with a hood. There was a slight bulge under the ribs of the clothes, as if some hard and dangerous object was hidden.

People who carry guns on a daily basis are either plainclothes policemen or mafia members.

If we add in the fact that Yushan Chaodeng was sitting in the driver's seat of a very professional-looking car with wireless headphones flashing red light on his ears, it is clear that he is a policeman.

There was a man in the passenger seat, who was sleeping so soundly that his glasses had slipped to the tip of his nose.

Next to their car, there were six or seven similarly inconspicuous cars, carrying a dozen police officers working in the field.

Yuya Kazami lowered his head until he hit the car window and suddenly woke up. He immediately sat up straight and looked around vigilantly: "What? The FBI is here?"

Yushan Chaodeng instantly regained his usual cold and indifferent image. He calmly closed the computer and hid the things inside.

"not yet."

The FBI is their target today: to catch the two FBI agents who have a good relationship with Shuichi Akai, so as to achieve the purpose of coercing Shuichi Akai.

It seems like... it is indeed a very vicious plan, but this is how their police usually carry out their tasks.

Hearing his answer, Kazami Yuya was obviously relieved and asked with a smile: "Mr. Miyama, are you still doing other work now? It's really hard."

Yushan Chaodeng did not answer this question, turned around and put the computer in the back seat.

Feng Jianyu had long been accustomed to his colleagues' indifference. When he was about to say something, the phone in front of him rang. He diligently helped Yu Shan to get the phone and accidentally saw the email icon on the screen.

"Re: The results of the examination report of the Department of Neurology of Beihu Central Hospital have been transmitted..."

"This..." Yuya Kazami's hand paused in mid-air. This thing looked like a medical report. Did the police department next door organize a physical examination recently? If not, why did they suddenly go for a physical examination on a normal day...

Miyama Chaodeng glanced at the content indifferently, without even clicking it, and deleted it in front of Fumiaki Yuya.

"Scam email," he said.

——No way.

Yuya Kazami heaved a sigh of relief: "So that's how it is. I was wondering why you were checking the neurology department at such a young age... Nowadays, the scammers' tricks are getting more and more advanced, and they look quite real. The Second Investigation Section has also started working overtime recently. Last time, a scammer said he was Oda Nobunaga, and someone actually believed him and was defrauded of 80 million! When will I have 80 million..."

He never stops talking, and Miyama Asato is a little unable to deal with someone like Kazami who becomes very enthusiastic once he gets familiar with someone, even though they have known each other for more than three years.

Miyama tightened his grip on the phone and spoke as if he had made up his mind: "Kazemi."

"They would rather believe that he is Oda Nobunaga than that I am Tokugawa Ieyasu... Yes!" Kazami Yuya immediately stopped complaining, looked at him, and asked with trust, "Do you have anything to leave to me?"

He looked serious, waiting for him to assign him work.

Yushan Chaodeng mustered up the courage to say "You're so noisy" but swallowed it back. He was not the kind of person who liked to point fingers at others, and there was no need to continue now.

Under such sincere gazes, although Miyama Chaodeng still had no expression on his face, he felt extremely embarrassed in his heart, and he really hoped that there would be something serious to do now -

“Beep——”

The headphones emitted an electronic sound, and the originally red indicator light turned green. Yushan Chaodeng thanked the FBI from the bottom of his heart for showing up in time.

He held onto his earphones and listened to the communication from inside, then pressed a few buttons on the car one by one. With him in the lead, the lights of the cars behind him lit up one by one, and they drove out like an arrow from a bow.

Although he was grateful that the FBI's presence eased his uneasiness, and Miyama Asato also felt that it was unlucky that the two FBI agents were treated specially just because they had a good relationship with Akai Shuichi, he still drove very fast and became the leader of their convoy.

Miyama Chaodeng likes his current job.

This October it will be four years since he graduated from university and passed the Category 1 national civil service examination.

Previously, he was temporarily assigned to his senior as his deputy due to his age. This year, after he is promoted according to the procedure, he can also take charge of the situation on his own. A 23-year-old superintendent is very powerful in Japan.

But he probably won't be able to live to see the day of promotion. The email that was just deleted was indeed his inspection report. He didn't even need to open the Yushan Chaodeng to know what was inside.

He had received six similar reports from different hospitals and had long ruled out the possibility of misdiagnosis. He was too lazy to even open and read the last one.

It's just a terminal illness. I only have about a week from now. I'm going to die. It's no big deal.

"hateful."

Yushan Chaodeng couldn't help but cursed expressionlessly.

Yuya Kazami suddenly heard his colleague say something that was totally inconsistent with his personality. After his brain worked quickly, he tentatively replied, "...the FBI?"

“…”

The FBI in front were really driving very fast. At first, they sent a car to block the road, but they were knocked away by them. The car body was obviously tilting, and professional racing cars had to take this into consideration. But they dared to drive at 160 on such a complicated road like Laiye Cliff.

Of course, they were not in a bad situation either. At the turn just now, their colleagues' cars were left behind, leaving them the only ones holding on.

The needle indicating the speed was about to fly off the dial. Feng Jianyu seemed to hear the sound of the car reaching its limit. He swallowed and said, "Mr. Yushan, why don't you be more cautious? There is only one way down the mountain. As long as we hold on, they can't escape..."

The car suddenly accelerated in response to him, and he subconsciously closed his mouth.

No one hates the word "caution" more than the current Miyama Asato. He himself is such a person, and he has suffered a lot from being too cautious in his past life.

He was reincarnated with his memories, but not only did he not become a winner in life as described in the novel, he even met a bespectacled elementary school student wearing a red bow tie at the crime scene earlier this year. After discovering that this world seemed like a comic book, he began to live a more cautious life.

For example, he would take a 20-minute detour every day just to avoid passing by the road leading to the Maori Detective Agency, which he had never noticed in the past.

He had only seen a few episodes of that comic on TV, and roughly knew that it was a story about a famous detective who became smaller. The rest, such as the corpse in the elevator, the eyes in the attic, and the man in black with a sinister smile, all left him with great psychological trauma, so he just had to avoid the protagonist.

Although due to work reasons, he still had to deal with the elementary school student.

…

But Yushan Chaodeng knew very well that he couldn't blame the protagonist for his mediocre life. He didn't start to be cautious this year. The real cause of all this was himself.

Yuya Kazami's words "be cautious" really touched his sore spot.

He had been cautious for so many years, but he still got a terminal illness. He was only 23 years old, how could he be willing to die?

"Be careful." Yushan Chaodeng repeated his words, "If the mission fails, can you take responsibility?"

"Uh..." Feng Jianyu couldn't answer this question either.

"I can take responsibility." Yu Shan changed gears and stepped on the accelerator. "No need to be cautious."

This was the first time he faced the world with such a relaxed mood, and he no longer had anything to be afraid of.

That's right, even if he said this he was not worried that he would trigger the death fg, because people can't die twice.

He wants to kill everyone equally :)

Of course, I don't mean to create the FBI in front now. If Akai Shuichi is on it, it's still worth bumping into...

"A-Akai Shuichi?!!"

The next second, Yu Shan Chaodeng heard his colleague's slightly panicked voice. The top of a white car slowly opened. In the bumpy high-speed car, a man wearing a black knitted hat appeared in his sight, pointing his gun steadily at them.

That man has a terrifying aura, and it takes a lot of courage to be his enemy.

——It’s Shuichi Akai for sure.

"Why is Shuichi Akai here? Isn't he talking to Mr. Fūya..." Yuya Kazami's tone became panicked, and his eyes almost widened into circles.

He subconsciously looked for something from Yushan Chaodeng beside him, but was stunned when he saw the young man.

Yushan...seems very excited?

"Kazemi." Miyama spoke to Deng, his voice steady, without a trace of trembling, "Help me unbuckle my seat belt."

"In this case..."

"Untie it."

Kazami could only press the button, and the seat belt quickly retracted, with the remaining half of the belt stuck on Miyama Asato's right arm.

As the deputy of Furiya Rei, Miyama Asato was familiar with Akai Shuichi. He had followed him for a while, when Akai Shuichi was still called Moroboshi Dai, a member of the organization using the code name Rai, and like his boss, he was a super-spinner who hardly needed to sleep.

With his experience as an undercover agent in an organization, Shuichi Akai would not just hold the gun and make a threatening gesture, he would definitely shoot.

But killing a serving public security officer in Japan is a very unprofitable deal. Miyama Asato judged that the bullet would not be aimed at the head of any of them.

It's the tire.

As expected, Akai Shuichi's gun muzzle slightly shifted to the right and lower by two millimeters, and then he pulled the trigger. The golden bullet spun and accelerated through the air, flying towards them.

Yushan Chaodeng felt that all sounds and breaths had disappeared at this moment. The subsonic bullets also became traceable in his eyes, becoming frame-by-frame pictures slowed down ten million times.

Adrenaline surges and heart rate increases. It's not because of fear of danger, but a new and never-before-experienced pleasure that comes from deep inside.

Miyama Asato quickly turned the steering wheel to turn the car at high speed, and Fengjian beside him finally couldn't help but scream. The bullet grazed the edge of the tire and hit it, causing the car to shake violently, but it did not stop, but instead turned in a circle due to inertia.

Yushan Chaodeng calmly took the steering wheel, changed gears, and the car accelerated in reverse to catch up.

“Wait, wait!”

Yuya Kazami felt like he was going crazy, but before his brain could figure out what was happening, his body felt a violent impact. Miyama Asato's body tilted towards Kazami, and the entire cab of the car was dented.

He heard Miyama Asato groan, and the car that Akai Shuichi was riding in finally stopped.

The other colleagues finally caught up a few seconds later. Someone helped the two of them down, while others raised their guns and pointed them at the FBI in another car.

Surrounded by the police, Akai Shuichi shrugged helplessly and praised Miyama Chaodeng with a smile: "Very exciting, Miyama-kun. I think I remembered your name correctly?"

Being able to catch up with Kamal's car and react in time to minimize the danger of his attack seems like a crazy act of risking one's life, but he also protected the people in the car well, and he borne the most serious impact himself.

Decisive, calm, and courageous. No wonder Bourbon trusted him so much.

If there is a chance to form a team, it will be a great experience.

Although he knew that such a thing would never happen, Akai Shuichi still said this in a joking tone.

Miyama Chaodeng looked down at Akai Shuichi who was sitting in the car. After a few seconds, a streak of bright red flowed down his cheek, and against the backdrop of his white hair, he looked like a crazy character in a movie or TV series.

"There's no chance." The extra bloodstains made him look a little defiant, but he still spoke as that cold policeman, a little aloof.

"What a pity! You've made me envy Bourbon." Akai Shuichi obviously misunderstood what he meant, but Miyama Asato didn't intend to explain. He didn't tell anyone about his illness.

——He did try to contact the guardian with whom he had lost contact since he became an adult, but all his messages fell on deaf ears. He had no idea where the guy had gone to commit suicide.

Miyama Asato didn't reply and looked at Kazami Yuya who was hiding aside and contacting Furuya Rei.

Reporting should actually be his job, but he had just completed the feat of dodging bullets, crashing into a car and forcing Akai Shuichi to stop, and perhaps Kazami also felt that he needed a rest.

"Mr. Miyama is injured." Yuya Kazami helped his colleague to get a sympathetic answer, hoping that Rei Furuya would not be too angry. "He really sacrificed too much for his work."

However, Mr. Fūya was still angry, and his voice was so cold that even Fumi felt a chill through the phone: "Let him answer the phone."

"...Looking for you." Feng Jianyuya vaguely mentioned Furuya Ling's name, handed over the phone, hesitated for a moment and advised, "Don't talk back."

Miyama Chaodeng looked at him in surprise. Did he look like someone who would dare to talk back to Fūya Rei?

"What on earth are you thinking about?" Furiya Rei's blunt accusation came from the other end of the phone, in exactly the same tone as when he scolded him before.

It was obvious that he had been the one being attacked by Fōtani Rei all along.

Especially when he had just graduated, Yushan Chaodeng was scolded every day. If he hadn't been used to pretending to be expressionless to hide his feelings, he would definitely cry on the spot.

But at this moment, Yushan Chaodeng just listened to his boss's accusations calmly, with a very stable mentality.

"Or is your goal to get me to visit one more person every year? Akai Shuichi will have another chance next time, and there should be a limit to your fear of death."

Yushan Chaodeng could no longer listen to him. Through what had just happened, he felt the joy of doing whatever he wanted for the first time in his life.

He really likes his current job, but his life is not just about work.

"No, I'm very afraid of death."

Yu Shan Chaodeng looked up at the sky. A full moon hung in the dark night. His tone seemed to have a touch of warmth: "The moonlight is so beautiful. So I plan to resign. I will hand in my resignation to you tomorrow."

Not only Furiya Rei on the other end of the phone, but everyone present, including the FBI in the car, were all stunned.

Miyama pulled off his tie a little roughly, letting the collar loosen, and he took a deep breath.

It feels really good to be able to do whatever you want without worrying about other people's feelings. He threw his tie away and it hit Shuichi Akai's arm.

Miyama Chaodeng didn't apologize, but chuckled. His eyes seemed to be filled with golden moonlight, and he said to his former boss on the other end of the phone with a pleasant face:

"I quit."