Chapter 16 Chapter 16 The explosion still happened. ...
33.
I actually disguised myself very well and squatted in front of the Metropolitan Police Department for several days, but maybe I was not destined to meet Kenji Hagiwara and Jinpei Matsuda, so I didn't see them at all.
The pressure suddenly came on November 7th.
I was so worried that I couldn't sleep all night and kept my eyes open until dawn. So I didn't care whether I might run into the undercover agent of the Black Organization who looked familiar to me. I showed up directly on the road leading from the police dormitory to the Metropolitan Police Department during their working hours.
I pulled up my mask and scarf, looked around the crowd to see if there were any familiar faces, and took out a white crystal pendant from my pocket.
This is the magic crystal I received yesterday. It is said to bring safety. It came from Miss Witch.
Miss Witch calls herself the Great Witch-sama, and I met her online on a forum. We once debated the existence of parallel worlds, and after the war, we added each other via private message on Line and instantly hit it off.
To be honest, when I saw the existence of witches, my first reaction was that I thought I had met Koizumi Akako, the witch who mainly appeared on the set of "Magic Kaito". However, I quickly dismissed this idea.
Because although the witch's choice of words and sentences were very childish, she said she was a high school student, and Koizumi Akako should have been an elementary school student at that time.
It’s normal for Japanese high school students to be a middle school student.
When I was in middle school, I even imagined myself as the monkey soju that saved the world.
——Even though I am still in my middle school second year and want to save the police academy team, should I start with Hagiwara Kenji?
This shows that the witch and I really hit it off, which makes me even more unconvinced that she's Koizumi Akane. It's impossible that someone like me, who has lived two lifetimes, can still have such a great conversation with an elementary school student, right?
I planned a script for my next action. I pretended to be a fortune teller and suddenly grabbed Kenji Hagiwara and Jinpei Matsuda, pretending to tell their fortunes. I told them some things that happened to the police academy group in the past to gain their trust, and then gave the crystal pendant to Kenji Hagiwara to mean that I was not lying and that I was here to save people. Then I asked them to be careful when defusing the bomb.
Even if they don't believe me, even if they don't accept the crystal pendant, when they really find a bomb, they will always remember me, a strange woman who suddenly appeared, right?
Even if they think I'm an accomplice of the bomber, I'll accept it, as long as they can be more careful.
Besides, what if the witch lady's magic really works? What if she can really save Hagiwara Kenji's life?
People always believe in metaphysics when they feel helpless, and unfortunately, I am really helpless now.
Three months of adapting to the life of the Black Organization was enough to exhaust me. Otherwise, I should have worked harder in the past three months instead of cramming now.
I can’t hug him yet because I can’t find anyone.
I was so anxious that I stood on tiptoe, trying to see if there was any familiar figure coming from a distance.
You know what, I actually seemed to see a man with curly hair and a man with longer hair?
I just narrowed my eyes when my cell phone suddenly rang.
It was actually gin.
"Big brother?" It was too much to answer the call from the top killer of a criminal organization among a crowd of police officers on duty. Feeling guilty, I instinctively squatted down before answering the phone.
"Awake?" The man on the other end of the phone paused, then suppressed his surprise. He regained his composure and instructed me, "Go and deliver the documents on the coffee table in the living room to Cohen. His location vodka will be sent to you."
I was stunned and almost exposed myself to the outside world: "But I'm not at home now."
Gin and Vodka had already gone on a business trip to Osaka, so these past few nights I stayed at the bar as Gin had arranged. Gin didn't have too many doubts: "I gave you enough time to get from the bar to home, hurry up."
"Ah? But—"
There was no but, because Gin hung up the phone decisively.
The next second, Vodka sent a message about Cohen's location, along with the time.
There was plenty of time, enough for me to change clothes and have breakfast. But that was before I was at the bar, and now I was near the Metropolitan Police Department. If I wanted to get the documents to Cohen by the deadline, I would have to leave quickly, take a taxi, and even jog.
Now, I have two choices.
1. Continue to wait for Kenji Hagiwara and Jinpei Matsuda, so that there is a possibility of rescuing Kenji Hagiwara.
Second, go and deliver something to Gin, so that I can save my life.
If I don't deliver the documents on time and mess up the Black Organization's mission, Gin will definitely find out why I was delayed so long on the way. If he finds out that I came to the Metropolitan Police Department, I'll be finished.
Even my identity as a pure-blooded Black Organization orphan can't save me.
I gritted my teeth and made up my mind.
34.
I'm a selfish guy.
I chose to save my life.
35.
"Ah, be careful!"
I stood up too quickly, and coupled with my empty stomach, my vision went dark and I almost fell to the ground.
Fortunately, I was surrounded by policemen who were rushing to work. Two unknown public servants quickly supported me, and due to inertia, I fell into the arms of one of them.
Uh uh uh uh, how should I put it, it feels very good.
If I didn't have something urgent to do, I might have just tried to scam him, stayed in his arms and rubbed his tight abdominal muscles a few more times. Is that okay to say?
It’s just a pity that now I can’t even take care of the original purpose of today, which is to save Kenji Hagiwara, let alone seek benefits for myself.
I pushed him away with hatred (I touched him honestly) (I touched both of them) (it was just a matter of convenience), said sorry, and ran away in a hurry.
It wasn't just an apology. For some reason, I lowered my voice and said:
"Tell Hagi to wear his bomb disposal suit and watch out for Squibs!"
"Eh? What are you—"
"Miss, wait! Your things——"
The wind suddenly blew so hard that I couldn't hear what the two policemen said at all. I didn't care to listen and was only focused on hailing a taxi.
And saving your life is more important.
36.
Good news, I delivered the documents that Gin wanted to Cohen on time before the end of the specified time, and no one suspected anything was wrong.
Bad news, the explosion still happened.
37.
"Brother, you're back!" I skipped over and reached out to take the windbreaker that Gin was about to take off.
Gin grabbed the windbreaker I was holding in my hands. Instead of letting me go, he moved closer to me, his cold green eyes flashing with a half-smile: "You seem very happy?"
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