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In the dim room, the impatient kidnapper was talking non-stop, the tall and strong man was listening silently, and the hostage in the corner closed his eyes quietly at some point, as if waiting for something.

The originally rapid breathing gradually calmed down, slowly accumulating strength in the dark corner, like a beast ready to pounce at any time. However, the only strong man who might have noticed this was annoyed by the second young master in front of him. He was already thinking about the possibility of killing this thing and leaving. But suddenly, a voice mixed with electricity but somewhat cheerful suddenly exploded in his ears, and the high-decibel sound made the two kidnappers cover their ears at the same time.

"It's ready!"

Noah's Ark hacked into the two kidnappers' headphones, without caring about the authenticity of the headphones they used.

As soon as he finished speaking, Noel exerted force on his feet and slammed the stool to the ground. The cheap wooden chair could not hold up at all and broke into several pieces. It was very easy to get rid of the rope, but the tape was very troublesome. Before Noel could figure out how to take it apart, the well-trained and strong man covered his ears with one hand and took out a gun with the other hand and shot accurately.

Should I say he is worthy of being a Rum man...

With his hands still tied behind his back and a fake bomb tied to his body, Noel barely dodged the attack and looked at the second young master who was half-kneeling on the ground and still screaming in pain because of a ruptured eardrum. Although he was a useless idiot, he inherited the boring old tradition of the Fujimoto family. In this era when guns are most convenient, he wears a traditional-shaped dagger on his waist. It could also be a kunai or something like that? Noel was not interested in the specific name. He always adhered to a principle for weapons: as long as they can be used, they are fine.

What's wrong with this kid!

The sturdy man was not as calm as he seemed. After all, as Rum's right-hand man, even if his eardrum was injured, it was incredible that he didn't hit a hand of an ordinary person who was tied up at close range with a gun. Wait, can an ordinary person dodge bullets like this? This overly agile skill must be problematic no matter how you look at it.

Before he could think about what the opponent was doing, he saw the opponent suddenly crouch down and try to attack him. However, he dodged instinctively and the opponent moved to the side of Fujimoto Sawa and kicked him unconscious. Then he squatted down and groped with his hands tied behind his back.

The experienced and sturdy man immediately understood the opponent's intention and raised his hand to shoot, but the opponent did not dodge, and the bullet hit him directly in the leg. In the next second, the opponent stood up as if nothing had happened, and the fake bomb slipped off his body. Not only did the tape on his hands that were originally bound fall off, but he also had an exquisitely shaped dagger, which was the one on Fujiizawa's waist.

The sharp dagger was twirled a few times by the man in the denim jacket. The dancing cold light created a strange sense of incongruity on the white fingertips that looked like they didn't even have a cocoon. A person with such skills shouldn't have such hands. They were too clean. The sturdy man thought so subconsciously, but soon, an instinctive shudder invaded his whole body. He looked up and met a pair of familiar eyes, gray, light, with some light green. He once stood in front of Rum and saw a terrifying man with such eyes.

Those eyes belonged to Grappa.

"No, how could you be here..."

He couldn't help but shout out, but was met with a somewhat surprised expression on the other side.

"I took it for granted. I actually thought that you wouldn't recognize me even if you saw me like this..." Noel laughed twice and looked down at his clothes. The denim jacket was very resistant to dirt, and the dust was gone after patting it off. But the black pants were the opposite. The dust and the traces of the tape covered the trouser legs. With the messy hair, it was impossible to associate them with grappa...

Noel was about to say something when he caught a glimpse of a piece of glass in the corner. The dim light naturally did not reflect a clear face, but the eyes were particularly obvious, full of murderous intent.

so it is......

Noel raised his hands to cover his eyes and asked softly, "Have you figured it out?"

"What..." The sturdy man was confused for a moment, but then he suddenly realized that he was not being talked to. He was about to say something when his vision went dark, and then his consciousness began to blur.

Before closing his eyes, he thought of two things.

Grappa seems to have had mental problems.

Also, the force doesn't seem to be lethal. How could that be possible if it was grappa?

Noel finally put away the dagger and slammed the man to the ground, but said softly, "You can't come out. He can't die."

"If he's dead, I'll definitely need to stay and be investigated. If he's not dead, I'll just need to go and take a statement in a few days. But right now the focus is to disguise the scene. They should be here soon."

He was talking to himself, and even though no one answered him, he continued the conversation as if he could hear something.

"It's reasonable to say that the two of them are having a conflict. After all, they are not from the same camp," Noel said as he adjusted the postures of the two men, put fingerprints on the dagger and threw it on the ground, then frowned and looked at his legs.

"I don't want to go to the hospital..." he muttered, looking around, and finally set his eyes on his wrist, where there was a decorative black leather belt, wrapped several times and fixed with a metal ring, which looked very layered. Noel took it off and unpacked it into a belt of some length, and tied it around the place where he was shot above the knee. The black belt blended into the pants and was not conspicuous. Even if it was noticed, it would only be regarded as a fashionable decoration. Noel nodded with satisfaction, found a corner and shrank gently. Hearing the footsteps outside, he said:

“They are here.”

"Xiaokong!"

Hearing the gunshot outside, Kenji Hagiwara rushed in quickly and saw two unconscious kidnappers on the ground and Noel squatting in the corner, seemingly distracted.

"Are you injured?" Hagihara Kenji strode forward and squatted in front of Noel to check, but Noel subconsciously avoided him. He then pointed at the two unconscious people and said, "I suggest you check on them first. They were fighting before."

Frankly speaking, Noel's tone was too calm to make his words seem fake. He seemed to realize it himself and added, "These two people are probably not in the same group. I think you can check it out."

"We will investigate it," seeing that Noel looked fine, Hagiwara Kenji didn't force himself to say that. His mind wasn't very calm at the moment. He had just cooperated with Conan to capture five kidnappers. Before he could say a word to a colleague, he heard a gunshot. He rushed in and saw that the other party looked fine, but he didn't believe a word he said.

A man who kept a small-time friend of his by his side and had a close relationship with that organization... Hagiwara Kenji secretly gritted his teeth. He couldn't help cursing him in his heart. He raised his head and met the other's calm eyes. At that moment, he seemed to be back in that apartment again. He saw the calm boy waiting there silently. What was he waiting for? Was he waiting for someone to take him away?

Kenji Hagiwara once thought so, but later, he experienced cases big and small and saw all kinds of people. With his innate sensitivity to emotions and strong memory, he accurately understood that look.

The boy was never waiting for the person who would take him away. What he was looking at was the bomb and what he was waiting for was death.

There was despair in those eyes.

"Anything else?" Hagiwara Kenji asked, cursing himself for his indecision. "Two people fainted on the ground after fighting, but you are fine?"

There was a hint of sarcasm in his words, but when he chose to ask the other party first instead of investigating directly, it also showed that he subconsciously still wanted the other party to give a suitable answer. However, across from him, Noel just turned his head away and said, "I just finished a knife. Compared to this, you came in without wearing an explosion-proof suit?"

"That bomb is fake." Hagiwara Kenji said calmly, "Don't you know that, Xiaokong?"

"Indeed," Noel nodded, and moved with difficulty. He had been huddled in the corner, and now that Hagiwara Kenji was squatting in front of him, he had no room to move. He felt as uncomfortable as a teacher cornered by a cat, and wanted to stand up, but the police officer grabbed his arm and asked, "Do you have anything else to say?"

"I'll tell you while I'm taking notes?" Noel's words inevitably carried some guilt. It was well known that the notes in the scientific world could be supplemented later, not to mention that he had not originally planned to take any notes. However, Hagiwara Kenji's expression only became more complicated. Police officers had already come up from behind to help the unconscious kidnapper onto the stretcher and to protect the scene. Looking at Inspector Hagiwara and the hostage in the corner, he thought he was comforting the latter and shouted:

"Inspector Hagiwara, is Mr. Natsukawa injured?"

"No," Noel answered as he pushed Hagihara Kenji aside and walked forward. He simply told Inspector Megure who was in charge of the inquiry about the "what happened" among the kidnappers. His slightly trembling body and dim eyes were very good in playing the role of an ordinary person who had just been through a dangerous experience. This was different from how he acted in front of Hagihara Kenji, and was the proper reaction as Natsukawa Sora.

Then who is the person appearing in front of him...Kenji Hagiwara looked at the other person from a distance, and suddenly wanted to ask if the other person had another real name that he didn't know.

After dealing with the matter, I must drag this brat out and ask him clearly. Of course, there is also that old classmate who has been pretending in front of me, Beth, haha, that bastard is really good at pretending.

Protecting the scene, extracting ballistic fingerprints, explaining the situation to the media, etc., made Hagiwara Kenji too busy to think about these things. After handing over the carefully preserved bullets and guns to the forensic department, he finally had time to turn around and ask the policeman beside him: "Where is Natsukawa Sora?"

"Mr. Xiachuan drove back by himself, with his brother."

"It's so fast..." Hagiwara Kenji muttered, but he heard the policeman next to him say: "Mr. Natsukawa also asked me to tell you that he was scared and had a shadow and needed to calm down for two days. Don't disturb him."

"You need to calm down for two days, right?" Hagiwara Kenji was really angry. He could drive back by himself, so why would he be afraid of the shadow? "Then explain everything to me in two days, these two bastards."

If there were no more difficult things at the moment, he would have wanted to drive after them right now. However, what he needed to know more was... a kidnapping case was important, but why were most of the police force in the city mobilized? Why did the former senior who was not stupid have the confidence to be prepared to be arrested, and why did the incompetent Master Fujimoto be treated so well by the black organization and be able to buy so many bombs and guns?

The last question can be easily answered. The Black Organization wanted to use this incident to rob the Public Security Prison, so they used the brave but stupid Fujimoto Sawa as a superficial reason to entrust Maestra and his group. However, the first two questions pointed to an answer that has always been speculated but has now been finally confirmed.

The senior officials of the Metropolitan Police Department have very close ties with the Black Organization.