Chapter 3591 3603 [Bourbon's Prank]

The confetti and ribbons that fluttered down were all shades of red. Indeed, just as the invitation had described, it was "blood-red fireworks" in the literal sense.

Amuro Tooru stared at this inexplicable scene. It was a good thing that no one was hit, but for some reason, his fist hardened.

"loose……"

He turned to look at the alley, but it was deserted. Amuro rushed over. However, even after running through the alley and out onto the street at the other end, he still couldn't see anyone.

Only a silent detonator lay on the ground, proving that the figure he had just seen was not his imagination.

...

Amuro Tooru picked up the detonator with his gloved hands, looking completely bewildered.

On the rooftop in the distance.

The bomber gritted his teeth, put away his binoculars, and dashed downstairs, disappearing into the station diagonally opposite. Then, following a pre-planned route, he quickly made his escape.

It wasn't until the tram started swaying that he scratched his head in horror and confusion: "What I stuffed into those garbage bags shouldn't have been paper streamers, it should have been bombs, right?"

"...Then why did a bunch of colored stripes explode when I pressed the button just now?"

"Is there something wrong with the bomb? Or am I out of my mind?"

An outlaw stared blankly at the scenery rushing past the window, momentarily lost in thought.

...

After Matsuda Jinpei detonated the paper flower, he didn't linger. Taking advantage of the others' stunned silence, he quietly left and headed to the next location.

—When he was still a ghost, after seeing the scene and looking at the strange shopkeeper's wife clinging to the shikigami on her leg, Matsuda Jinpei vaguely guessed the murder weapon in this case and where it was probably hidden.

Since it had nothing better to do, it curiously rummaged through the nearby trash bag, but instead of finding a clothes hanger, it discovered a bomb.

And it's not just one bag—there's one hidden in every single garbage bag.

The police officer, who was familiar with the case-handling procedures, immediately guessed the installer's sinister intentions. Just as he was getting a little anxious, Jiang Xia grabbed him and threw him into the alley, where they were quickly piled up into a bunch of puppets.

After a brief moment of confusion, Matsuda Jinpei quickly figured out what to do. He intended to dismantle the bombs as soon as possible, but as he stood up, he suddenly noticed a bag of somewhat familiar paper ribbons at his feet.

It glanced at it and recognized it: wasn't this the thing that the psychic master had whispered to Noah about this morning and then stuffed into his bag to take with him when they left the house?

When was it thrown here?

He squatted down and studied the large bag of paper latte art for a while, then Matsuda Jinpei slapped his palm, as if a small light bulb had lit up above his head.

It looked around, pocketed the bag of fireworks, and then casually slipped to the garbage truck. Using the truck's body as cover, it began to operate the equipment with a speed and dexterity beyond human comprehension.

...

PARKING LOT.

What is this?

Amidst the litter, Officer Takagi pulled a handful of colorful ribbons from his head, looking completely bewildered.

Officer Sato looked at the huge pile of trash collected from different places, equally puzzled: "Could it be... a prank?"

The two exchanged a glance, then looked at Jiang Xia in unison: usually, just a look like this is enough to get the answer you want.

Noticing their gaze, Jiang Xia walked past the two FBI agents who had just gotten up from the ground, helped up the two high school girls who had been tackled by the FBI agents, and went to Officer Sato's side.

After observing for a moment, the famous detective stroked his chin, seemingly uncertain, and said, "The boss seemed to say... there are bombs in these garbage bags?"

Judy was convinced of the "bomb" sound she had just heard, and she lunged forward with extraordinary force, bruising her knees.

Then she realized that all that had exploded was a bunch of harmless latte art. Clutching her knee, she cursed, "Your boss isn't a child anymore, why is he still playing these pranks! ... Ouch, I should have known better than to dodge."

James cautiously approached a garbage bag, crouched down to examine it carefully, then clapped his hands and stood up again: "There's no bomb, just a confetti candy with a remote control inside."

Other officers also boldly rummaged through the garbage bags in their hands and came to the same conclusion as James.

Officer Sato was even more bewildered.

Trash thrown out by different households was filled with the same paper garlands and detonated at the same time. As the detonations occurred, someone walked by like the wind and shouted, "There's a bomb!"

No matter how you look at it, this matter is very unusual and cannot be easily ignored.

We must find out what just happened by catching the loose end of the thread.

And speaking of loose ends...

As a police officer who frequently deals with Jiang Xia, Sato Miwako recognized the dark-skinned, blond figure that had flashed by just now: it was Amuro Tooru, the owner of Jiang Xia Detective Agency, a... a strange guy who hadn't really been a detective and instead did odd jobs everywhere.

"What's with these latte art?" she whispered to Jiang Xia. "Could it really be a prank by your boss?"

Jiang Xia smelled something, turned around and looked behind him, and sure enough, he saw a large cloud of coffee-scented murderous aura emerge from the alley and drift towards them close to the ground.

“Sometimes I don’t quite understand what the boss is thinking either, so…” He pointed to the person in the center of the cloud of air and said to Officer Sato in a good mood, “Why don’t you just ask him?”

Officer Sato looked in the direction he was pointing, narrowing her eyes suspiciously: In principle, she didn't like to doubt people she knew, especially detectives who were good friends of the police.

But with those two FBI agents as a cautionary tale…

Sato Miwako composed herself, approached Amuro Tooru with a serious expression, and asked, "Mr. Amuro, what was this 'bomb' you mentioned earlier?"

...

"Because I received a threatening letter."

After a brief observation, Amuro Tooru sensed the policewoman's intense suspicion.

After thinking for a moment, he took out the letter he had found and handed it to Officer Sato, explaining simply, "The letter says 'blood-red fireworks,' and I think it might be an explosion warning. I also saw someone standing in the alley pressing a remote control, so I thought there would be an explosion here."

Although the police shouldn't interfere in the organization's affairs, why didn't Uzo... or that bastard who looks a lot like Matsuda sign the letter? —In that case, don't blame him for handing it out to disguise himself as a detective. Anyway, some of the executives have used the police to harm their accomplices in the Black Organization quite a bit.

This way, firstly, it would reduce the likelihood of suspicion being placed on him, and secondly, if these police officers from the First Investigation Division really did manage to arrest someone by accident... then, rounding up, it would be equivalent to him arresting someone as well.