·102｜Exclusive to Jinjiang·102 (Buy with caution)
Includes the plot of Lai Chuan Huang Quan turning to the dark side.
"boom--!"
An explosion rang out, and billowing black smoke rose straight into the sky. Below the Ferris wheel, everyone gasped in shock, but all turned to look behind them.
In the eastern part of the city, the thick fog from the explosion was particularly noticeable and was clearly and accurately captured by major television stations. In contrast, pod number 72 remains safely suspended in the air, unharmed.
"What!?"
The man stared wide-eyed, unsure how to express his shock and horror. He rummaged through his bag for a remote control and pressed the detonation button again and again. But under the clear blue sky, nothing happened.
"That's impossible!"
The man was somewhat distraught, and defiantly raised his hand to point the remote control at pod number 72.
A rumbling sound came from the sky as a police helicopter slowly approached the Ferris wheel.
"Oh shit!"
The man's yellowish eyes were bloodshot, and he was on the verge of collapse. He kept trying to catch his breath, intending to make a temporary retreat and think about his next move later, when a woman suddenly appeared behind him like a ghost.
If Yomi Laichuan wanted to, she could walk without making a sound, just like when she jumped off the high wall during their rescue of Ichiro Hanajima.
For post-apocalyptic survival, this is the fundamental rule of survival. In a sense, Yomi Yoru is the most suitable person for the job of stealing documents.
"How does it feel to fall from the peak to the bottom?" Lai Chuan Huang Quan stood behind the man and said slowly, "My enemy."
"Varied--!?"
The man felt terrified and bewildered, but before he could utter the first sound, something struck him on the back of the head, and his body went limp, causing him to fall to the ground.
As the man collapsed, Matsuda Jinpei had already climbed up the rope ladder dropped from the helicopter and was taken away by officers from the Metropolitan Police Department. Hidden in the crowd, officers from the Public Security Bureau, their baseball caps pulled low, swiftly dragged the unconscious man into a parked van before the media could notice.
Inspector Megure stared blankly up at pod number 72, utterly bewildered. Thankfully, Yuya Kazami appeared just in time, introduced himself to Megure, and then whispered the truth in his ear.
It turns out that the Ministry of Public Security personnel had been staking out locations where bombs might be planted, waiting for the right moment to strike. Meanwhile, the organization that had been working with Furuya Rei hadn't assigned him any new tasks, and had even started personally tracking the bomber.
The man had just hidden the time bomb in Mika Central Hospital when the riot police secretly took it away.
The second bomb was defused by Hagi and Matsu together last night.
As for the one on the Ferris wheel...
Lai Chuan Huang Quan's house was filled with all sorts of little dresses that her father and Hagiwara Kenji had bought. Knowing that today was special, she deliberately chose a Lolita dress with a fluffy skirt, which was obviously for her own good.
She linked arms with Kenji Hagiwara, and after witnessing the bomber board the Ferris wheel, they waited at the bottom of the Ferris wheel for him to leave. To ensure they were among the first to board Ferris wheel number 72 after the bomber, they had notified the Ferris wheel staff beforehand, posing as police officers.
There was more to it than met the eye beneath the wide skirt. During the half hour the Ferris wheel was spinning, Kenji Hagiwara disassembled the bomb's casing, cut the thin wire connecting the mercury column—this would prevent the bomb from exploding due to the shaking—and hid the bomb under Yomi Yorikawa's skirt. Together with her, they took the items off the Ferris wheel.
After leaving the Ferris wheel, Kenji Hagiwara, alone with the bomb, sped from an abandoned highway that the Ministry of Transportation had closed several hours in advance under the pretext of road maintenance to the designated location.
Then came everything the bomber saw.
When the First Investigation Division received the fax, Date Wataru quickly solved the mystery, and then Matsuda Jinpei boarded pod number 72 alone to play a good show with the bomber.
When the red countdown reached two minutes and thirty seconds, Kenji Hagiwara performed a drift maneuver, bringing the car to a steady stop at the detonation site prepared by the SMJ and the National Police Agency. Moving the car to a safe location for detonation is also a common method of bomb disposal.
To facilitate carrying the bomb, Kenji Hagiwara's co-pilot was pre-installed with a device resembling a chicken's head stabilizer, which could minimize the external force on the bomb.
This was designed by Lai Chuan Huang Quan, who stayed up all night under a desk lamp.
At that moment, Yomi Laichuan excitedly stuffed the blueprints into Kenji Hagiwara's arms. Her almond-shaped eyes, swollen from severe sleep deprivation, sparkled with countless little stars, giving her a haughty look that seemed to want to praise and kiss him but wouldn't say it outright. A few minutes later, she was drooling and sprawled on Kenji Hagiwara's back, sleeping soundly without any regard for her image.
With one and a half minutes left in the countdown, the forensic team has completed fingerprint collection.
The mobile unit had set up the transmitter early on, and Kenji Hagiwara moved a camera fixed on the frame and pointed it at the LCD screen on the surface of the bomb.
He dialed Matsuda Jinpei's number: "Are you able to receive live footage on your end?"
Sitting in the Ferris wheel, Matsuda Jinpei adjusted the new equipment he had bought temporarily: "Yes."
Kenji Hagiwara smiled and said, "Okay, I'll hang up now. I'll be counting on you guys for the Ferris wheel."
Matsuda Jinpei chuckled: "I already said—"
Kenji Hagiwara and he said in unison: "--Don't underestimate active-duty police officers."
They have been childhood friends for nearly twenty years, they are best friends, they are brothers, and they have long been integrated into each other's lives.
Matsuda Jinpei leaned against the Ferris wheel, smoking. As the countdown was about to end, he stared at the content on the LCD screen and read out the location of the next bomb to the person on the other end of the phone.
The red number went to zero, and Death swung his scythe with all his might, only to miss.
No one was injured or killed.
The No. 72 pod remains intact and suspended in the air.
This is a gift that Matsuda Jinpei and his men prepared for the bomber.
They are police officers, officers who cannot use violence against bombers and must enforce the law impartially. But within the bounds of the law and with the absolute safety of Tokyo citizens guaranteed, they would be happy to let the bomber experience the feeling of having his expectations dashed.
That feeling of plummeting from the peak to the bottom like a rollercoaster, falling from a splendid mountain into a mud pit, must be unpleasant.
If you can't deliver a physical blow, then use some tricks on the mind and emotions.
Moreover, this plan can extend and increase the sentences of bombers to the maximum extent possible while ensuring the safety of Tokyo citizens.
Since he can't be sentenced to death, let him spend the rest of his life in prison.
However, Yomi Laichuan seemed to have other ideas, and she even had permission from Mr. Laichuan and Rei Furuya. But no matter how Kenji Hagiwara asked, she just pouted and refused to say anything.
The helicopter landed smoothly on the roof of the Metropolitan Police Department, and the unconscious bomber was taken back to the Ministry of Public Security.
When Matsuda Jinpei returned to the mobile unit, he casually checked his phone for the email from Date Wataru and immediately called Hagiwara Kenji: "The squad leader just sent me a text saying that Yomi is in a bad mood. After you finish dealing with things there, you'd better rush back and comfort her."
On the other end of the phone, Kenji Hagiwara was speeding towards the Metropolitan Police Department.
Half a minute ago, he had finally managed to coax his girlfriend, whose voice was nasal, back to laughter via voice call. Although Lai Chuan Huang Quan was unwilling to say it outright, he had a vague idea of why Huang Quan had suddenly started crying.
Upon hearing this, Kenji Hagiwara feigned surprise: "Oh no, the class president even gave it to you! I'm the real boyfriend. Looks like I need to propose right away and get rid of all you bad bugs who are after my girlfriend."
Matsuda Jinpei chuckled and teased, "Hagi, you've become more and more of a jerk since you got together with Yomi. Alright, focus on driving, I'm hanging up."
"Um."
In another twenty minutes, Kenji Hagiwara will be at the Metropolitan Police Department to hug his whimpering, soft-hearted friend.
As for Yomi Laichuan, who had been repeatedly reprimanded by the ace of the mobile unit, she was currently following behind Yuya Kazami, carrying a still-warm bento box, as he led her into the interrogation room.
However, the cramped room of only six or seven square meters contained only a table and a few chairs, as well as an extremely out-of-place juicer and plastic funnel.
The bomber, who had regained consciousness, was handcuffed to his seat, looking dejected like a lost dog.
Kazami Yuya locked the door behind him, separating the two worlds inside and outside the interrogation room. He glanced at the gloomy expression on Raikawa Yomi's face and felt a little worried. He had a feeling that the public security assistant named by Furuya Rei would sprinkle rat poison into the bento box, mix it up, and force-feed it to the bomber at any moment.
When the energetic little girl puts on a stern face, even her slightly chubby and cute face cannot stop her from exuding a terrifying pressure, just like her father, full of murderous intent.
The administrator watched the scene unfold through the screen and suddenly recalled Lai Chuan Huang Quan's performance during the apocalyptic battle. Back then, she was just like now, radiating a terrifyingly oppressive aura.
The administrator suddenly became worried that his beloved little girl might fall into negativity again and revert to the way she was before his wish took effect.
The juicer started running, and the bomber looked up and glanced at Lai Chuan Huang Quan. Although he was puzzled by her behavior, he was more resentful at the moment.
Lai Chuan Huang Quan ignored the bomber and simply poured the shattered mess back into the lunchbox.
Her face remained cold throughout, resembling a ruthless, cruel doctor in a TV drama preparing to use torture to extract a confession. Seeing this, Kazami Yuya could no longer hold back. He swallowed hard and cautiously leaned close to Raikawa Yomi's ear: "Miss Raikawa, is everything alright? Are you sure nothing will happen?"
Lai Chuan Huang Quan glanced at him and said indifferently, "I have assisted the Ministry of Public Security so many times, and when has anything happened?"
Kazami Yuya thought about it and agreed. Although they hadn't actually tasted Yomi's "True Words Bento," they had never failed when she made a move. Which prisoner didn't confess everything they knew within a minute, crying and screaming? The strongest only lasted a minute and a half.
In a sense, Matsuda Jinpei, who could spend fifteen minutes being fed an entire box of Yomi's bento by Raikawa Yomi, was the undisputed strongest on earth. The price, however, was that his hospital stay was extended, and he almost ended up in the ICU.
Just as Kazami Yuya was about to breathe a sigh of relief, he saw Yomi Raikawa take a glass jar filled with what looked like ashes from her bag and place it on the table.
Having completed all preparations, Lai Chuan Huang Quan looked up and coldly stared at the man across the table. After a moment of silence, she suddenly attacked, grabbing the bomber's hair across the table and pulling so hard that his entire scalp was being pulled upwards.
She glared at the bomber across from her, who was wincing in pain, and said coldly, "You bug, I heard that all of this you did was for your dead friends?"
The bomber's hands were handcuffed and fixed to a chair. He struggled to break free of the handcuffs, which clicked loudly, but he was unable to stop Lai Chuan Huang Quan's violent actions.
"Are you insane! How dare you torture me!" He then sneered, forcing a contemptuous smile, "Well, that's all the police have to offer. First you drove my friend to his death, then you tortured me—ugh!"
Without hesitation, Lai Chuan Huang Quan grabbed the bomber's jaw with her other hand. She made a lifting motion, supporting the bomber's jaw with her palm, while her thumb and the other four fingers clamped down on his teeth on the left and right, choking off any movement of his jaw.
Lai Chuan Huang Quan lowered his body towards the bomber with a cold face, his voice, which should have been sweet, was filled with a chilling coldness: "If you dare to say another word that I don't like to hear, I'll break your jaw."
"Hmm!"
The bomber stared wide-eyed in terror, instinctively shrinking his neck. Cold sweat trickled down his back.
The dense, aching sensation in his jaw joint told him that the woman in front of him was truly skilled at breaking other people's jaws, and she really could break his jaw.
Lai Chuan Huang Quan continued, "You must miss him a lot, so I brought him to see you."
Upon hearing this, the bomber, who was forced to open his mouth wide and could only squeeze out unintelligible sobs from his throat, seemed to understand something and turned his eyes in horror to stare at the glass jar on the table.
“It seems you’ve realized it too,” Raikawa Yomi finally smiled, her first smile since entering the interrogation room. “Your friend is right here.”
After saying that, she released the bomber and, in front of him, gently shook the glass jar filled with ashes twice: "After your friend was cremated, this is all that's left."
Her eyes crinkled into a smile, seemingly innocent, yet it sent chills down the spine of the bomber.
But in reality, Lai Chuan Huang Quan was lying. She knew what had happened four years ago. The bomber who died in a car accident while panicking was guilty, but not nearly as guilty as the mastermind in front of her.
At the very least, when he heard the incorrect news report, he proactively went to a phone booth to inform the Metropolitan Police Department how to stop the bombing.
What Lai Chuan Huang Quan put into the glass jar was just the ashes of a male deer that suddenly darted off the road and was hit by a car. She wasn't so heartless as to dig up someone else's grave.
But the bomber didn't know that.
In his view, what Lai Chuan Huang Quan held in his hands was his friend's ashes, something that could drive him mad.
"You woman!!"
The bomber roared, even temporarily forgetting the earlier threat from Yomi Laichuan.
But Lai Chuan Huang Quan just curled his lips into a contemptuous smile—it's pointless to reason with these rotten scumbags who are rotten to the core, and don't even think about making them wake up and feel guilty or ashamed through reprimands.
That's impossible.
Social maggots are creatures that have no conscience.
The best way to punish them is to strike at their Achilles' heel and exploit their weaknesses. Be ruthless and relentlessly attack their fatal flaws.
You're the most arrogant one, aren't you? Then we'll crush your pride, press down your head, and force you to taste what it's like to be made a fool of by the Metropolitan Police Department.
You cared most about that deceased friend, didn't you? Then I'll dig up his grave, pry open the tiny box containing his ashes, and ensure he never finds peace. Then I'll place his ashes before you, so you can see how I'm desecrating the remains of someone you cherish.
To the bomber, Lai Chuan Huang Quan's action of unscrewing the glass jar lid seemed to be in slow motion. He shouted at the top of his lungs, but he couldn't stop Lai Chuan Huang Quan's actions.
She gave the bomber a provocative smile, and with a flick of her wrist, the entire jar of ashes was poured into the bento box, where Lai Chuan Huang Quan mixed it evenly with the rice porridge.
"Kazemi".
It wasn't until he was called out that Kazami Yuya snapped out of his daze. If he hadn't known about Yomi Raikawa's plan beforehand, he would have been completely taken aback by her actions.
He didn't dare to delay, so he quickly pried open the man's jaw and inserted the plastic funnel down his esophagus.
The sound of women's leather shoes clicking on the tiles drew closer, but to the bomber it sounded like the whispers of a demon—even though he himself was the real demon.
Lai Chuan Huang Quan's smile vanished once more, and she approached the bomber with a cold expression. She raised the lunchbox high, deliberately slowing down the pouring motion to prolong the torture, allowing the bomber to clearly see how she poured the lunchbox, mixed with his friend's ashes, into his mouth.
Even if the so-called ashes actually came from a healthy, disease-free male deer.
But in the bomber's eyes, he had eaten the ashes of his important friend.
This is the punishment that Yomi Yomi gave him, a retaliation for the pain and despair she experienced in her first playthrough.
It is also a resounding slap in the face to the bomber for the innocent police officers of the SWAT team who died unjustly in the first playthrough, and their families.
People like you will never feel ashamed or reflect on their actions.
Then I'll tear up everything you care about and show it to you.
Send me to the eighteenth level of hell!
Damn scum!
[Author's Note]
The final version of the revenge plan was finalized after two days of deliberation.
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