Chapter 58 Reencounter with the Famous Detective

Kazehoshi Morimasa instinctively jumped aside to avoid suspicion because of his words, and then heard him earnestly expressing his thoughts, which made her realize that, for Hagiwara, his professional qualities as a police officer were more respectable than she had imagined.

In his heart, even the lives of criminals are within their protection and rescue scope. This kind of persistence... even though he is a policeman whose profession is the opposite of his brother's, it is still worthy of respect!

As for myself... whether I live or die, I can accept my brother being punished by law, but I cannot accept my brother dying in the conflict between the underworld. But judging from my brother's situation, it will probably be very troublesome.

Thinking of this, she hesitated and walked back to Hagiwara's side. After taking his hand and re-establishing her connection with him, she whispered in his ear, "...It will be very troublesome! Much, much more troublesome than sending Officer Matsuda back!"

"It's alright! We have plenty of time." Hagiwara felt the touch on his hand and instinctively gripped it back. "It's alright! We have lots and lots of time to try things out. The game's total season is a year, right? Even if it's complicated, that should be enough time, right?"

Or, once we get a working phone, you can tell him roughly when the incident will happen, so he'll be on guard and be able to avoid the possibility of going missing..."

However, once he or Xiaozhenping returns to reality, they will definitely investigate the matter of their future brother-in-law's boss and bring them to justice...

Ahem! Hopefully, doing this won't offend Feng Jiang. Personally, he still hopes to bring his future brother-in-law into the game through the dungeon, so that he can't continue his criminal activities.

On the other hand, considering that this game is clearly anti-human and has great malice towards human civilization, if we can persuade him to participate in the game, given his current ferocity and strength, coupled with his mercenary professional skills since childhood, he should be a powerful and effective helper.

He might discover more through games, and if he can achieve merit, the countries where he committed crimes might consider his usefulness and grant him reduced sentences or pardons...

But this could also be wishful thinking on my part. If there's no possibility of it happening, it's best not to tell Feng-chan yet. Let's wait until it seems possible before telling her, so as not to give her hope only to disappoint her later...

Feng Xingshou hadn't expected that he had thought so much for him. After hearing what he said, and thinking about his worries for his brother over the past 10 years, even though he knew that this would cause Hagiwara a lot of trouble, he still couldn't help but greedily agree: "Okay... I'll tell you the details when we get back."

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Meanwhile, on the other side, Gin, who was preparing to snipe from the rooftop of the building, heard Vodka's voice through his earpiece: "Big brother! Something's not right. The bomb we used to cut off the power hasn't been set yet!"

The people who were celebrating in the banquet hall are now inexplicably leaving in groups, taking the elevators and using the connecting bridge to head towards Building B and downstairs. I wonder if our operation has been leaked.

"Hmph! We can deal with the rat problem later, Shirley. Now that it's been discovered, let's start early and keep a close eye on the elevators, entrances and exits, and Building B."

"Don't let Sherry escape. If you find her, shoot her dead." Upon hearing this, Gin began to recall who the members involved in this operation were, who was more suspicious in this operation, and who knew about this operation besides that gentleman and Rum.

It was just him, Vodka, Chianti, Coron and other snipers, and a few low-level members of the organization responsible for planting bombs. Vodka didn't have the brains to betray the organization and sell out its intelligence.

However, it's possible that someone else might leak this information, since Chianti, Coron, and Sherry haven't had any contact with each other.

There's no need to betray the organization for her. As for those lower-ranking members responsible for planting the bombs, well... we'll find out if there's anything wrong with them after a little 'interrogation'...

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As Kaze and Hagiwara chatted for over ten minutes while getting water, the previously brightly lit bathroom suddenly lost power. The sudden darkness made Hagiwara instinctively ask worriedly, "Kaze-chan, are you alright over there?"

"It's nothing!" Feng Xingshou was a little surprised that Hagiwara asked this.

Hagiwara was very perceptive. He realized something just from hearing her calm voice. He thought of the time at Inoue Akira's apartment, when he had extinguished the flames of reality, but Fuu-chan's place was still on fire.

It's speculated that, just like last time, their actions in reality caused a change, leading to some unexpected event happening ahead of time, while Feng Jiang's side remained unchanged, continuing to follow the historical developments of the past.

What actions caused this change? Did they save Miss Tokiwa? Take away the bomb? Or did they trigger the fire alarm, causing people to start coming downstairs? Could it be that he and Kojinpei were wrong?

Was the bomb planted not to destroy something in this building, but to ensure the safe killing of someone? If so, who is Brother Feng or his boss trying to kill?

As he pondered this, he asked Feng Xingshou, "Feng-chan, the power's out here. Do you have any lighting equipment?"

"Let me think!" Feng Xingshou recalled the supplies he had collected and remembered that the house of the person he met in the dungeon had a small lamp that looked like a rechargeable desk lamp stored in the study.

So he took out the storage box containing miscellaneous items and searched around. Sure enough, he found the small lamp and quickly transmitted it to Hagiwara in reality: "This is all I have. See if it works? But even if it does, the light will probably be very dim."

"Heh... better than having complete darkness around me." Hagiwara chuckled as he turned the small lamp in his hand to its highest brightness. Unfortunately, even at its brightest, it could only illuminate a distance of two or three meters around him, clearly the kind of small desk lamp meant for studying.

However, he wasn't dissatisfied with the brightness, but he was a little worried. He said to Feng Jiang, "Feng Jiang, you stay here and wait for the water to be collected. I'll go outside and check the situation. If it's just this banquet hall that's lost power, that's fine. But if the whole building loses power, I guess I'll have to go and meet up with Xiao Jinping."

"Okay! Be careful." After saying that, Feng Xing Shou subconsciously looked up at the dungeon countdown in the upper corner and reminded him, "There are only 27 minutes left. Be careful. If the situation is urgent and you can't come back quickly..."

When there are about 3 minutes left in the countdown, head straight to the dungeon exit. I'll be waiting for you there. Oh, and here's a timer; adjust the time yourself.

Sigh! When will they ever collect the real watches?! If they had real watches, they wouldn't have to go through all this trouble! -_-||

Seeing that she was becoming more and more proficient in dealing with the dungeon, Hagiwara felt both sorry for her and relieved. He could only casually assure her, "Don't worry, no matter what happens, I will leave this dungeon with you."

-_-|| After all, if Feng-chan were to drive that obstacle course outside the dungeon, it would be a death sentence for her...

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Meanwhile, Matsuda had already discovered that the roof of the building had indeed been planted with explosives, and guessed that the other party's purpose this time might be very serious, so serious that it might be necessary to destroy the entire building.

If this guess is correct, then there should also be bombs on other floors below the banquet hall, but the junior schoolgirls can't get here and can't store these bombs in their spatial backpacks.

He didn't bring a toolbox, and even if he had, he could only dismantle about ten of those bombs before the dungeon time ended. He couldn't even dismantle all the ones on the roof, let alone other places.

As expected, the only option was to evacuate everyone from the building, leaving the bombs to explode. Fortunately, the earlier fire alarm should have already prompted the evacuation, but it's unclear how many people remain on the other floors...

As he walked downstairs, he looked around to see if anyone was still there or if there were any bombs. Of course, he also kept glancing at his phone to check the time and worrying about his phone's rapidly depleting battery.

But unexpectedly, his bad luck struck again at this time. After checking several floors, he found explosives in the natural gas pipelines, electrical circuits and other flammable and explosive locations on almost every floor.

Just as he was marveling at the scale of the crimes committed by his junior's brother's boss, he encountered a power outage, plunging everything into darkness. His phone was also running out of battery, so he didn't want to waste the last bit of power on his phone's flashlight.

He could only make do with his decent night vision. After closing his eyes and giving them some time to adjust to the darkness, he began to grope his way towards the stairwell, intending to go upstairs back to the banquet hall on the top floor so as not to miss the time to leave the instance.

He didn't know if it was a visual illusion in the dark or a misjudgment of direction, but he felt that he was clearly walking towards the stairwell, but as he walked, he saw a fairly conspicuous elevator indicator light in the dark not far away, which showed that an elevator was coming down from above.

The building is experiencing a power outage, but the elevators are still running. It seems that the elevators in this building have their own power supply! Indeed, if the elevators lose power, the accidents that could easily occur can be very serious.

That's fine too. I can wait for this elevator to come back and take it upstairs instead of having to find the stairs again and spend more time climbing them, ensuring that I can get back before the dungeon time limit expires.

Just as he was thinking this, the elevator that was descending to his floor suddenly stopped and opened its doors. Then, a young woman stepped out of the elevator while frantically trying to soothe her wailing child.

Upon seeing this, Matsuda initially thought that the people in the elevator were annoyed by the woman's crying child and had kicked them off the elevator. However, when he looked into the elevator, he saw that it was filled with women and children.

The little boy and one of the girls were the same two he and Hagiwara had talked about not long ago. The girl even said to the mother and son with a worried look, "Why don't you go back to the elevator? You can comfort him when the elevator gets downstairs."

"Yes! Now is not the time to feel sorry for the children. The fire alarm went off upstairs. The sprinklers were spraying water, but there was still so much smoke, even though we had already gone down many floors."

"But if a building catches fire, it could accidentally spread to the floors below!" Another teenage girl with short, ear-length hair and slightly permed bangs advised the young woman.

Hearing them say that, Matsuda knew there were no bad people in the elevator. It was probably a mother with a child who wanted to get off the elevator to comfort her crying child.

Sure enough, the young woman holding her child shook her head gratefully when she heard the people in the elevator advising her the same thing. She then explained, "I'm sorry, my child was just fed. If he continues to cry like this, spitting up is a minor issue."

I'm worried he might have problems from spitting up; his respiratory system has always been a bit weak. Don't worry, I'll take another elevator once he stops crying or once he's past the point where he tends to spit up after feeding.

The crowd realized that she was more worried about her child developing respiratory problems from choking on milk than about the fire burning down from nearly ten floors away, so they didn't try to persuade her any further and pressed the close button on the elevator to let it continue descending.