Chapter 27 Chapter 27 Misunderstanding, Misunderstanding

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The rain gradually stopped, and light shone through the clouds onto the ground.

When Mo Shiyu had his head supported by Kenji Hagiwara, he remembered that in the factory laboratory, when he was in the body of the doll vest, Zhu Fushigaki also supported the doll's head in the same way.

The temperature coming from their palms was extremely similar, hot and powerful.

It's as if I can feel the firm red blood inside through a thin layer of skin.

The sunlight after the rain shone into the black-haired police officer's shimmering purple eyes, and a very comical and old-fashioned idea flashed through Mo Shiyu's mind.

It's so dazzling.

Such a warm embrace is really unfair.

……hateful.

Mo Shiyu turned his head in grief and anger. Why were these people so charming?

Several people in the surrounding area spontaneously ran over with fire extinguishers from the nearby cars and put out the burning gasoline that was winding along the way.

As for the car that exploded under the bridge, we can only wait for the fire truck to arrive.

Mo Shiyu struggled to run again, but Hagiwara Kenji pulled him into his arms, pressed the back of his head, and simply stopped his weak movements.

"You're almost exposed, why leave?" he whispered.

"..." Mo Shiyu lowered his eyelashes, covering his gloomy eyes, "Don't bother me."

Even though he said that, the intensity of his struggle slowed down.

Seeing that he had calmed down, Hagiwara Kenji eased his grip and pulled out his phone to call for help. His brows were still furrowed, tightly locked. "The murderer in this case should still be nearby."

The murderer had an extremely deep obsession with killing the man in the car. Now that the man is still alive, the murderer will surely not give up.

Although most of Hagiwara Kenji's attention was on the out-of-control car, he did not miss the cigarette butt thrown out of the car window.

The owner of that cigarette butt must be the murderer.

Maybe he or she is hiding nearby at this moment.

Kenji Hagiwara's eyes kept searching the crowd, especially around the unconscious man. When his eyes came into contact with a certain scene, he paused slightly.

“…Yeah.”

The handsome black-haired police officer murmured softly.

"This uncle seems to be awake." Suddenly, someone pointed at the man who had been rescued from the out-of-control car and shouted, "Hey, uncle, are you okay? How are you feeling?"

The large man opened his eyes from his coma and looked around in confusion, "Why am I here?"

"Come on, don't you know? You fell asleep at the wheel!"

A man with glasses who was caught in the collision pointed at him and cursed.

"Look at how many accidents have occurred on this overpass because of you? Your car is right under the bridge right now... If it weren't for that brave and handsome guy who risked his life to save you, you and your car would have been crushed to pieces under the bridge!"

The man was startled by what he said and turned his head subconsciously, seeing the bridge railings with horrific marks on them that had been damaged by the collision.

He shook the flesh off his body in fear, then lowered his head and frantically felt around. After a long while of checking, he breathed a sigh of relief, "Fortunately, fortunately, no limbs are missing..."

The man with glasses who had just spoken was not happy. "Hey, can you please look at the people who were hurt because of you?"

The man sitting on the ground immediately said, "Just because I just woke up and didn't know anything, you're blaming all this on me? I was just trying to explain why I suddenly woke up in the middle of the street. What does your injury have to do with me? I was injured too!"

“…”

Damn, I saved a scoundrel!

The faces of several people who bravely stepped forward to help others turned pale, and they deeply regretted why they had risked being affected by the explosion to save such a person.

At this time, a thin figure in a raincoat mixed in the crowd and walked towards the man sitting on the ground step by step.

She lowered her head, and the rain hat covered her long hair.

As she approached the back of the man who was sitting on the ground and arguing with the people around him, a cold light flashed from her large raincoat.

"...If you really kill him, you will have no way back."

A young man's voice sounded behind her, and the young woman under the raincoat was stunned.

She turned her head suddenly and saw a handsome boy with slightly curled bangs. His voice was very low and his blue eyes looked at her silently.

"Think about it calmly, ma'am."

"Two explosions occurred at the same time. You must have colluded with each other."

Kudo Shinichi looked at her and said.

"The victim of the restaurant bombing was the restaurant owner, and the perpetrator was his wife. She killed him at his workplace using a gas explosion."

"Your husband was probably a driver. You both chose to kill him at his workplace, and both used explosions. Was it to vent your anger?"

The young woman stared at him blankly.

"Who are you?"

Kudo Shinichi said solemnly and forcefully, "Kudo Shinichi, I'm a detective."

Mo Shiyu, who was being held down by Hagiwara Kenji not far away, moved, with a very subtle expression on his face, "..."

Famous scene? But the name is not right.

Wait. Does that mean he's the only fan who's heard this line?

Today was worth it!!

The woman gripped the knife tightly, took a step back in confusion and despair, seemed to want to say something, but turned around the next second and strode towards the man.

The hood of her raincoat fell back as she moved, revealing her tearful face and eyes filled with determination.

Most of the police force is now concentrated on the explosion on the other side, and the police don’t have time to get here!

This was her last chance, and she was going to kill this beast—

However, the next second, her arm was grabbed by a hand like an iron clamp and then twisted violently.

The woman screamed, feeling a sharp pain in her joints. After a dizzying moment, she was tackled to the ground cleanly and decisively.

The knife flashed in the air and fell to the ground with a clang.

"Miss."

Matsuda Jinpei's low, cold voice rang out from above her. "The punishment for stabbing with this knife will be different from the punishment for not stabbing. Let's end it here."

"...What do you know?" the woman hissed as she struggled on the ground. "He killed my child! No one cares, only I remember it. He's like this, people like him..."

Her eyes were filled with tears, and she seemed to have sensed something. Her trance-like gaze penetrated the crowd and looked at the gray-haired shadow in the corner.

"My child..."

She murmured foolishly.

Seeing the strange gray-haired young man again, she still had an inexplicable feeling that he looked like her child when he grew up.

The thought was so strong that she had just attacked him in a daze, wanting to take him away, blindfold him, cover his ears, and become his mother.

But why would she think that? They clearly didn't look alike at all.

Her children would not give her murderous, creepy looks.

If he hadn't killed so many people, he wouldn't have such a terrifying look in his eyes.

The young man had just put his hand in his pocket. He must have wanted to kill her.

If she had walked a step later, she might have become one of the people who died in the traffic accident nearby.

Matsuda Jinpei followed her line of sight and saw the two people in the corner.

The little gray-haired boy curled up in Hagiwara Kenji's arms, motionless, and looked unconscious.

Finally stopped running.

Matsuda Jinpei sneered. "Two guys who deserve a beating."

Kenji Hagiwara supported the unconscious Mo Shiyu and nodded silently to him to express his gratitude.

Matsuda Jinpei bared his teeth at him silently, indicating that he was waiting for him to deal with him.

Don’t think you can get away with it just because the little gray-haired boy saved you!

He must change his habit of subconsciously sacrificing himself at critical moments!

Hagiwara Kenji took a step back silently.

***

The police arrived late, and the overpass that had been congested for nearly 30 minutes finally began to clear. The ambulance also arrived and the injured were sent to the hospital. Fortunately, this major chain traffic accident did not cause any casualties.

When Mo Shiyu woke up again, he saw an unfamiliar ceiling.

He sat up and sat on the edge of the bed for a long time.

He found himself in a small but tidy room. On the desk were some folded case files and a half-empty pack of cigarettes.

The room was not completely dark, there was light outside the door.

Dim light came in through the crack in the door.

Mo Shiyu felt around his body but couldn't feel anything. He glanced at the clothes rack next to him and saw his coat hanging on it.

The wound on his hand was re-bandaged. He touched the bandages on his face, not only on his hand, but also on several new scrapes.

Walking to the clothes rack, he felt in his pocket for his black rope.

No one could get past him and unlock the black rope. This was the organization's advanced technology. To outsiders, it was just an ordinary rope.

Although it would be a bit strange for an ordinary person to carry a rope with him.

With a guess in mind, Mo Shiyu pushed open the door and was not too surprised to see Kenji Hagiwara and Jinpei Matsuda dozing off on the sofa.

Kenji Hagiwara's dislocated hand was splinted.

It looked like they had already taken him to the hospital once and brought him back.

He looked around silently.

This must be where the two police officers live.

I didn't expect that Jinpei Matsuda and Kenji Hagiwara were sharing a house.

He took his coat silently and tiptoed towards the door.

However, before he could open the door, he heard a sound behind him.

"Are you leaving soon?"

"..." Mo Shiyu turned around silently and saw Matsuda Jinpei looking at him with serious eyes.

Kenji Hagiwara covered his eyes with his hands and sat up.

He turned on the light next to him and the room lit up.

"Hmm." Mo Shiyu took a step back.

"Don't you want to say something?" Matsuda Jinpei continued.

Should I say it? Mo Shiyu thought.

About the organization.

No, I can't tell them. If I tell them, I'll be hurting them.

But if I don’t tell you, how am I supposed to get by?

Mo Shiyu lowered his eyes and said nothing.

"If you don't want to tell us, just listen to us." Matsuda Jinping sat up and said.

"The wound on your wrist was caused by being tied up with a barbed rope. When you struggled, the barbs dug into your flesh, causing the wound."

"There are also constant nervous tremors in the waist and legs, which are symptoms of electric shock," said Hagiwara.

Mo Shiyu touched his wrist, took a step back, and gritted his teeth.

He closed his eyes, as if waiting for a verdict.

"That black rope."

Matsuda Jinpei pointed to his pocket. "It's specially made, right? As soon as it touches someone, the end of the rope will automatically lock onto their wrist, making it impossible to break free."

"The wound on your hand was caused by a similar rope, right?"

"You're not some ordinary college student. The idea that you were deceived or made a mistake just for the sake of novelty is all fake."

Jinpei Matsuda looked at the attractive appearance of the young man with long smoky gray hair.

"You put on makeup and went to a party for the rich second generation late at night. You didn't complete the task, and when you returned, your hands were tied and you were beaten like this. You are being coerced by some organization to do some dirty work, right?"