Chapter 3618-3630 [Still Chasing Me]
Putting aside his guilty conscience as an undercover police officer, Amuro Tooru was actually quite happy to have contact with the police.
Compared to the evil and insidious organization, the police are at least on their own side—although the police may not think so, Amuro Tooru is actually more relaxed when he is with the organization members than when he is with them.
"This way, I can also secretly infiltrate some of my own subordinates into the criminal police force, making it easier to control the situation. If someone I really want to arrest suddenly appears, I won't have to watch them escape like before."
Amuro Tooru thought about it more and more and felt that this trend of change in the organization was very advantageous to him. He thought to himself, "Since other organization leaders are getting close to and using the police, if I still insist on keeping my distance from the police, it will only make me look guilty."
"Besides, both this and the last incidents seem to be just ordinary cases. Even if Uzo is behind it all, my use of the police to deal with him isn't really an internal power struggle. After all, who told Uzo to cause trouble anonymously first?"
After a quick thought, Amuro Tooru's expression softened slightly when he looked at Officer Sato again.
He briefly explained the situation and added, "It's not yet certain whether this picture book is really related to the explosion in the news; it could just be a coincidence..."
Miwako Sato interrupted seriously: "No, it doesn't seem like a coincidence. The person who sent you this picture book and this cell phone must be the bomber who just blew up the pachinko parlor."
—Jiang Xia already has many cases around him, not to mention that these two documents have already been sent to his face... Officer Sato simply doesn't believe that this is not a complicated case but just a coincidence.
"Takagi, go explain the situation to Inspector Megure and call more people over." After instructing his junior, Officer Sato began to focus on the things on the table. "Is the answer to the riddle the location of the next explosion?"
Jiang Xia nodded: "That's what the text message said."
Officer Takagi skillfully finished making the call and summoned officers, then curiously came over to investigate. He looked at the riddle and started counting on his fingers: "There are 5 people at the bus stop, 3 get on, that's 8 people. At the next stop, 2 get off, 1 gets on, leaving 7 people. The answer is 7?"
Miwako Sato glanced at her phone: "The only options are 3 and 8... Oh right, there's the driver! Seven people plus the driver, that makes eight people—tell the inspector the next explosion site is in 8th district!"
Just as Officer Takagi was about to make a call, Jiang Xia stopped him: "It does look like an 8, but the above statement says it's a riddle, and you can't answer it with common sense."
Amuro Tooru had already realized: "The question says there are 5 people waiting at the first station, but it doesn't say they boarded the bus. The final answer needs to be reduced by 5 people, from 8 to 5, but it should be in 3-chome..."
He turned to Takagi: "Go make a phone call."
Officer Takagi instinctively replied, "Yes, sir!"
Amuro Tooru added, "Just to be on the safe side, send a few people to 8th district as well. Also, have someone check this phone. Only by finding the sender hiding behind it can we end these troublesome explosions."
Officer Takagi nodded repeatedly, then, upon hearing Inspector Megure's voice on the other end of the phone, he suddenly realized: Wait, which of these two is my superior?
He glanced at Amuro Tooru, then at the phone in his hand, and finally at Jiang Xia, before calming down:
Since Jiang Xia didn't object, it means this approach is correct, and we can proceed with confidence!
...
Soon, Officer Sato arrived in his car, and the group got in and headed towards 8-cho.
She answered a phone call, quickly showing a disappointed expression. After hanging up, she said to Jiang Xia and the others, "We can't find the person who sent the information. The other side has gone through many overseas nodes. It would be best to catch the person directly near the detonation point."
Officer Takagi sighed, "It's a pity it's a 60-minute time bomb. The criminal probably threw the bomb away and ran far away long ago..." He looked at his watch, "Now there are only 40 minutes left."
Without saying a word, Officer Sato stepped on the gas, and the Mazda sped away, barely touching the speed limit.
Amuro Tooru sighed as he watched the sluggish speed: "That's the downside of working with the police. You can't be a lawless outlaw anymore. I should have just gotten a police car and been speeding openly with sirens blaring, or I should have just driven myself."
but……
Amuro Tooru suddenly thought of something, glanced at Jiang Xia beside him, then silently looked away: Never mind, let someone else drive. He was fed up with being a VIP customer at the repair shop every day.
In any case, 60 minutes is still plenty of time.
In less than 20 minutes, Sato Miwako slowed down the car: "This is 8-chome. But where exactly is the bomb? Is there any further hint in the book?"
Jiang Xia casually flipped through the picture book in her hand: "Let's go to the bus station and take a look. There are so many pages of buses in the picture book, they can't all be just decorations."
Officer Sato nodded and quickly drove over.
At the same time, many police cars with their sirens blaring sped from the direction of the Metropolitan Police Department to join them.
Sirens blared everywhere.
In a coffee shop near the bus stop.
A middle-aged man sitting by the window tensed up for a moment, until he looked up and saw the police car drive past the store and go somewhere else. Only then did he secretly breathe a sigh of relief and relax his body again.
Across from him, "Attorney Shirai" glanced at him, knowing exactly why: this guy was a friend of the president of Nakamoto, who had been stabbed to death with an ice pick yesterday.
They were more like accomplices than friends, having secretly committed numerous illegal acts together. So when President Nakamoto died, this man panicked. Hearing that Nakamoto had met with her before his death, he also arranged to meet her to find out what had happened.
Curaçao did not refuse: she had received an email that morning from the peripheral member sent to clean up the mess. The information Curaçao needed wasn't at President Nakamoto's house—it had either been taken by Uzo or was in the possession of someone else President Nakamoto knew.
“However, although I really want to pin the blame on Uzo, he doesn’t seem to have a habit of taking information without permission.” Curaçao stirred his coffee, muttering to himself, “Speaking of which, what’s with all these police cars?”
Although it's normal for police cars to be on the streets, for some reason, she had a bad feeling.
The person opposite him clearly felt the same way. He kept looking in the direction of the police car, and when he noticed Curaçao looking at him, he quickly concealed his guilty conscience and smiled nonchalantly, "In broad daylight, I wonder where someone has died again."
Curaçao didn't want to hear anything related to murder lately. She took an elegant sip of her coffee, smiled, and said, "On the bright side, it might just be a minor case like theft."
The person opposite shook his head and pointed to the bus stop in the distance: "That's Jiang Xia, right? With him around, there's no need for small cases."
"?!"
Curaçao spat out a mouthful of coffee all over the table.
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