Chapter 124
While Kudo Yusaku was processing the news, Hagiwara Kenji was already discussing it with Matsuda Jinpei.
"How did this design get leaked? Are you sure it's just for internal training purposes?"
"Of course I'm sure, and the previous training blueprints and models haven't been leaked... Besides, I always thought that even if they were leaked, it wouldn't matter. No one in the world would just watch such a big thing get assembled and then realize it!"
Matsuda Jinpei was speechless and wanted to complain about the hotel's security.
Kenji Hagiwara sighed: "This is a typical bomb extortion case. Any other bomb could achieve a similar effect, so we don't need to worry too much about who designed the bomb. More importantly, we need to investigate how the design blueprints were leaked after we get back to Japan."
That makes sense, Matsuda Jinpei nodded.
Neither of them took the bomb seriously—it was a bomb extortion case, and it happened on foreign soil. It was impossible to remove it; either they had to pay money or it would be detonated. The building would probably have to be rebuilt, but no one would die, so the two foreigners didn't need to worry about the money.
Kudo Yusaku finally digested the information, and it seemed that the design drawings were for the training of the explosives disposal team, so there must be quite a few people in the know. Where there are people, there is a chance for information to be leaked. Although it was a long way to reach the other side of the ocean, it was not entirely unreasonable. Besides, the bomb arrived earlier than their plane, so even if someone wanted to pin the blame, it wouldn't be on Kanekawa Shinryu.
...Although for a fleeting moment, the thought flashed through his mind that this was Han Chuan Shenliu's plan—to deliberately share the design blueprints on a small scale to increase the probability of leakage and prevent anyone from finding his involvement, and then give the blueprints to those with the ability to act. This trip to Hawaii was also to see the actual effect of the bomb he designed...
But Yusaku Kudo convinced himself that it was impossible, and naturally and quietly wrote down this idea as material for his novel.
Indeed, his mind was overflowing with inspiration that day; Hanchuan Shenliu was truly his muse.
Sigh, his true calling is still being a novelist; the bomb case is clearly more important right now.
"You have the design drawings, but you still can't dismantle it?" Kudo Yusaku asked.
“If he really followed the design drawings, then the design of this bomb didn’t consider giving outsiders a safe opportunity to defuse it… When an examiner doesn’t want you to get a high score, they’ll definitely find a way to give you a difficult question,” Matsuda Jinpei said. “If it’s not this bomb, it’ll be another one. There are many bomb extortion cases in the United States, and I think you should understand that. The problem is that it has a balance sensor installed inside. If it’s moved, it might cause an explosion. I suggest the owner of this place consider whether the amount of the extortion money or the cost of reconstruction is more worthwhile.”
Indeed, Yusaku Kudo lived in the United States for several years and, in order to gather material for his writing, paid attention to many cases in the United States, including many bomb extortion cases.
Basically, unless the design is too poor, the bomb disposal is very safe, or the installation location is too sensitive, most bombs will be removed without any fancy tricks and will be detonated directly.
But for some reason, Kudo Yusaku pondered for a moment, feeling that if this was a bomb designed by Kankawa Shinryu, perhaps he himself had other ideas, so he asked, "Should we ask Kankawa-kun? Did he design this? Didn't he hold back anything when he designed it?"
Matsuda Jinpei paused for a moment.
Huh? Come to think of it, after this design was produced, it was only studied by him and the explosives handling team, with at most Kenji Hagiwara. He really didn't ask Shinryu Kagawa for his opinion.
Hanchuan Shenliu simply presented the design drawings and said that it was difficult to disassemble, but he didn't seem to mention that it was absolutely impossible to disassemble.
Matsuda Jinpei looked at Hagihara Kenji.
Kenji Hagiwara nodded and made a phone call to Saiki Usui.
To ensure a peaceful vacation, Usakabe Saiki, sensing that something was about to happen, promptly returned to his room to plan his next destination.
He was still feeling relieved that no one had come looking for him all this time, probably because Kenji Hagiwara had explained things to Jinpei Matsuda and resolved the problem, when Kenji Hagiwara called.
"Fukaru, let me ask you something," Kenji Hagiwara said, getting straight to the point. "Do you remember that bomb you designed before?"
Usui Yasaki paused for a moment, then almost instantly understood why Hagiwara Kenji had suddenly brought this up: "...The bomb appeared?"
"Yeah, it was used to threaten a hotel here," Kenji Hagiwara sighed. "I really don't understand how it got to Hawaii..."
Bo Yezhai Ji rubbed his forehead.
He had considered leaking the design drawings to create a big news story and raise suspicion, but he never expected this incident to happen during his vacation!
But what's done is done, and it would be a shame to let this doubt go. We can start our vacation tomorrow; it's already evening, and there's not much we can do anyway.
So Bo Ye Saiki decisively said, "He may not be following the design drawings exactly. I'll go take a look. Has it been X-rayed? I want to see the inside."
The two hotels are not far apart, and Usoppō Saiki can get there directly.
Since she was traveling, Usakabe Saiki wore light-colored clothes, and with the weather in Hawaii, she was able to travel light for once. She felt that the intimidating power of her "black screen aura" had been weakened by external factors.
However, even without the "behind-the-scenes magic," the Hawaiian police have already become dissatisfied with him.
The Hawaiian police heard that another foreign bomb expert was coming soon.
Asking for help from foreigners is already a bit delicate for these arrogant Americans—except for Yusaku Kudo, who has a celebrity aura because he wrote the worldwide best-selling "The Baron" series. People are always more tolerant of celebrities, and he has lived in the United States for many years, so Americans treat him like one of their own when they report on him.
The main problem is that we already have one foreign expert, and now another one is coming...
The Hawaiian police felt superfluous. Bomb disposal was like a math problem; if you don't know how, you don't know how. This bomb was clearly undefendable, so they practically assumed it would detonate and just waited for the boss to decide whether to give the money to the extortionist or rebuild the business. Having another person come along wouldn't make a difference.
So before they even saw the person, the Hawaiian police weren't in a good mood, and were even a bit sarcastic, which dragged in Yusaku Kudo, with whom they had previously gotten along quite well.
"Mr. Kudo is still Japanese after all. He only thinks of finding Japanese people to solve everything... It's not like our experts can't come. Is it really that much more time?"
"The one who came just now didn't come up with any solutions either, so we called in another one."
They were craving cigarettes and didn't dare smoke near the bomb, so they came outside to smoke and complain. They were so engrossed in their conversation that the quality of American police officers varied greatly, and they didn't even notice that the people they were discussing were walking this way.
However, as they got a little closer, some people felt their hair stand on end and couldn't help but look up.
The young man with deep hair and red eyes was wearing a white T-shirt and light blue shorts. On others, these two colors might make people feel lively and relaxed, but on him, they inexplicably reminded people of ice cubes, making them feel cold.
He was like a shadow; in the warm Hawaiian weather, wherever you were, the temperature seemed to drop.
Those dark red eyes swept over them indifferently. Those who met his gaze froze instantly, as if they were prey in the wild, their minds going blank. Even the person who was talking enthusiastically with his back turned trembled inexplicably, but still insisted on continuing to complain.
"Strange, why do I feel a bit cold... Anyway, Mr. Kudo is nothing special. He should just focus on solving his case. Why does he have to call in some useless Japanese people to make his presence felt? He's not in charge of the bomb. What's with him pointing fingers at the bomb and calling people over? What's the use of this new guy? Can he defuse the bomb or what?"
A cold, indifferent voice, which made one's heart feel as if it had fallen into an ice cave, suddenly rang out from behind the person.
"I was called here because I designed the bomb."
The Hawaiian police officer whirled around, drew his gun, and was about to release the safety when the person who was too close by raised his hand and pressed it against the safety.
His gun was pointed directly at the other man's chest; firing it could have hit his heart. But the young man with blood-red eyes, facing the gun, didn't even flinch, and spoke quite naturally.
"Please lead the way, where is the bomb?"
The Hawaiian police officer, with preconceived notions, blurted out: "You planted the bomb yourself, and you don't even know where it is?!"
This guy just said he designed the bomb!
He had only instinctively reached for his gun in self-defense because of the meaning of those words, but when he actually turned around and saw the other person, he instantly felt like an FBI agent. Even if the guy hadn't said those words, he could tell from that dangerous aura that this guy was probably no pushover.
Ah, I wonder where the bomb is. Could it be that they only design it and don't install it? Or are they the kind of bomb enthusiasts who specialize in selling bomb blueprints and thrive on chaos?
For some reason, the indifference that was originally in those blood-red eyes seemed to gradually be replaced by a look of utter disbelief.
“I’m assuming you understand English,” the other person said politely. “I’m just saying that I designed the bomb, not that I planted it.”
Hawaiian police realized this matched their suspicions and tried to get information out of him: "You mean you were an accomplice?"
"...Does this guy not even have a brain? I've always heard that American police officers have low average education levels and poor educational standards, and now I've seen it for myself."
The Hawaiian police officer, who couldn't understand Japanese, was getting annoyed: "Speak English! Are you an accomplice?"
The other party suddenly laughed: "No, I'm here to detonate it, and I'm going to take the whole world with me."
After saying that, he suddenly raised his leg and, finally coming to his senses, kicked the wrist of the policeman who was holding the gun, making him release his grip in pain. He then caught the falling gun with his free hand and naturally released the safety, pointing it at the Hawaiian policeman who still hadn't released the safety.
"Can you lead the way now?"
The two Hawaiian police officers were silent for a second, then the sensible one nodded to Junjie.
"Very good, thank you."
The assailant who threatened the police remained polite: "You won't report me afterwards, will you?"
Hawaii Police: "…………???"
—You think you can just get reported?! What are these foreigners thinking?!
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