96 Chapter 96
◎The reasoning is full of flaws◎
Chapter 96: A Reasoning Full of Flaws
Even if the criminal cannot be found nearby, it doesn't matter. He will definitely go to the vicinity of the next explosion and wait for a new batch of victims.
Therefore, members of my wife's family installed numerous temporary surveillance cameras along the way early on. Hiroki Sawada combined the surveillance data with a facial recognition system to screen out people who appeared in both places at the same time.
In order to prevent the prisoners from observing the situation at the explosion site from high places, the number and locations of surveillance cameras are all over the place. Anyway, it will only be used temporarily for a day or two, so surveillance cameras are installed in some very strange or obvious locations.
If someone has reported or complained about it, and called the police to request its removal, then you can communicate with them, claiming they will arrange for staff to delay the removal for a day, and it won't affect the use of the device that day.
The personnel on the scene only play the role of checking for omissions and filling in the gaps. Of course, if everything goes well, they can directly become action personnel and catch the criminals first.
The accident occurred at noon. The bomber also blew up the Ferris wheel's control console, causing the entire machine to stop operating. If outsiders had considered Jinpei Matsuda's successful defused the bomb, perhaps some would have been eager to rescue the bomb disposal expert trapped in mid-air.
However, the exploding bomb chilled everyone's heart to the bottom. No one had ever thought that there was a possibility that anyone on the Ferris wheel could survive such an explosion.
Even the firefighters only used high-pressure water cannons on the ground to control the fire as much as possible. The purpose was to prevent the burning car from disintegrating and to prevent the flaming debris from igniting other buildings. But no one risked using a ladder.
Matsuda Jinpei hid at the bottom of the elevator—hidden from view from the outside—supported by the few rations and water he had brought with him. He couldn't even use his old phone, so he could only use a new one to check the news.
If I want to contact anyone, I can only use the new number to contact members of my wife's family.
The only good news in this pile of bad news is that he can partner with Kenji Hagiwara again in the future.
He held a cigarette between his lips, but ultimately chose not to light it despite the surrounding flames. It wasn't that he couldn't add an open flame, but he didn't want others to notice that smoke was also accumulating in this elevator.
He had to stay here, hiding at least until late at night...
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My wife's family's actions were very effective. People who would run to the Beihu Hotel Commercial Street early in the morning rarely went to the Beihua Central Hospital in the afternoon.
After all, Tokyo residents are well aware of how long the waiting lines are at hospitals. Unless someone is suddenly seriously ill, no one would wait until the afternoon to make an appointment.
After doing a few tests and waiting for the results to come out, it may be time for the doctor to go off duty.
Regular patient visits are usually not at noon, but in the afternoon or before dinner.
This is human nature, which means that apart from the police who followed the bomber's warning, most people will just move further and further away from these two locations under the police's evacuation.
Even if I want to watch the fun, I won't get close.
"My wife's sister, we found the target." Hiroki Sawada's voice was still as childish as a boy's before voice change, but the tone of his speech and the conciseness of his language were already consistent with those of the adults in the action team.
Agatsuma Sayuri specifically asked the remaining members to connect the action channel to Kashimura Tadaki's headset, so that he could also feel how reliable his son had grown into a teammate without his knowledge.
I would also like to let this stubborn adult hear what my wife's family is fighting against.
"There are three suspicious targets. The non-compliant genders will be excluded. There are two more targets..."
"One of the targets has turned to a roadside shop, so he's ruled it out. Target confirmed."
"Attention, operations team! I've sent the target's location to your mobile maps."
"Subsequent target positions will be updated once per second."
The frequency of once per second is not timely enough. If you are in a fierce battle with the enemy, a tiny displacement may mean life or death.
But they don’t have official support after all, and being able to refresh once a second already relies on the powerful computing power of artificial intelligence.
Therefore, if you want to avoid losses caused by fierce conflicts, the best way is to avoid direct conflicts.
Trap the criminal in an inescapable location to attract the police investigating the case...
Just like now...
"This is Group A, our target is the pedestrian bridge. Over."
Following the order for the action, special circumstances occurred at all entrances and exits of the pedestrian bridge at the same time.
A group of construction workers held roadblocks and blocked the entrance and exit through which the bomber wanted to leave, apparently to repair the road surface on the same side.
A group of children were pushing and fighting with their strollers on the sidewalk, shoving each other to get onto the pedestrian overpass, making the already chaotic flow of people even more disorderly due to the blocked exit on one side.
The children's bicycle slipped out of the hand and fell to the ground, making part of the road impassable.
The speed of traffic has slowed down even more.
At the exit on the other side, there were more than a dozen police vehicles parked, flashing red and blue lights, making pedestrians curious but afraid to approach.
Those who wanted to watch the excitement slowed down and stopped at the edge of the overpass. Traffic slowed down further.
The prisoner's expression became visibly anxious. He seemed to feel that he was being watched, and all the unusual coincidences seemed like warnings from some unknown source.
He shoved his hands into his pockets and gripped the controller.
If the police really found him, he could manually control the bomb to explode in a nearby hospital and try to survive.
He thought he was being very cautious, after all, he was facing "incompetent Japanese police."
Unexpectedly, the next second, someone bumped into him. The remote control in his hand slipped out of his hand and disappeared into the crowd.
The remote control is naturally equipped with an anti-accidental touch device, so simply stepping on it will not trigger the switch - you have to press the trigger point recessed inside the switch to detonate the bomb.
But such an obviously privately made remote control would be too conspicuous if it fell on the overpass.
It would be fine if no one noticed, but if someone noticed and found out by the police, wouldn't that be like walking into a trap?
He lowered his head, half bent his body, and looked at the ground all the way.
But with so many people around, he could only see the heels of the person in front of him, and couldn't even see the ground. The more he tried to stay where he was and look down, the more he couldn't escape the shackles of the crowd, which just carried him to the downhill exit of the overpass.
At this point, it was difficult for him to turn back.
You can only leave first, then enter from another entrance and walk across the overpass again.
"…The target is in place."
The prisoner seemed to vaguely hear these words, like lines from a police drama or special forces training, and inexplicably felt that the person who said these words was well-trained and decisive.
At this moment, he didn't even think that the "target" in that sentence was referring to himself.
As he walked slowly with the crowd to the last two or three steps of the stairs, suddenly someone rushed towards him from behind.
The prisoner sensed a dark shadow out of the corner of his eye, followed by a drastic change in the air, both of which reminded him that someone was approaching at high speed.
Putting aside the possibility of being arrested as a bomber, even for an ordinary person, if they see someone approaching on the stairs, their first reaction would be to avoid them rather than risk running after them.
What if you don't run well? This is the stairs.
The prisoner suffered a loss due to this understandable reaction. He was pushed and slapped from behind and fell directly from the third to last step without any preparation.
The person who bumped into him was a young man wearing a hooded sweatshirt, with dyed blond hair, several pierced ears, and traces of tattoos faintly visible under his sleeves.
But his apology was sincere. "Hey, old man, I'm sorry. I bumped into you. Where are you hurt? Never mind. I can't see a doctor. The hospital is just a few steps away. I'll take you there."
"Don't worry, I'll cover all the medical expenses. Lost work wages, mental damage compensation, and subsequent nutritional expenses for recuperation. Just ask for it. I won't let you lose a single cent."
"Can you move? Should I have my little brother drive you? Or should we call an ambulance?"
The party responsible for the accident is very responsible. People like this who immediately express their willingness to bear all economic losses are actually easy to make people feel good about them.
It would be more reassuring if he didn't speak with the lingo of a gang member.
The prisoner missed a step and fell face down. He subconsciously used his hands to support himself, so his forearms and elbows were the first to touch the ground and were the most seriously injured.
But the good news was that while he was pounce, the bomb remote control fell out from somewhere on his clothes and slid a long way on the ground with a crackling sound.
While the perpetrator was speaking and the criminal was trying to get up by himself, a kind-hearted person among the passers-by who had already evacuated a little stepped forward, picked up the remote control and walked against the flow of people, as if he wanted to return it to the person who fell to the ground.
But in the process of returning the person, her brows furrowed more and more, and finally she stopped a few steps away from the fallen person and fell into deep thought.
She turned to look at her companion and asked, "Hey, does this look like the bomb remote control in TV dramas?"
This type of remote control is indeed common in TV dramas. In addition to being able to control □□, it can also remotely control other dangerous objects.
The criminals were inspired by this TV show and created a remote control of this shape. Adding the most common buttons and simple holes on the market, they created this bomb remote control.
"Hey, could this really be a bomb remote control? You're pretty awesome, bro. Which gang are you from?" The perpetrator seemed to not mind the big deal and immediately joined in the conversation while singing rap.
This made the enthusiastic passers-by even more panicked.
Although the current reason for the evacuation is that the police are investigating an investigation, the bombing at the Beihu Hotel has been broadcast repeatedly on the noon news and emergency news, and the people living nearby have also heard some news about it.
What's more, the inspecting police were less than a hundred meters away from them.
Enthusiastic passersby screamed and shouted to the police in an almost soprano voice: "Police, this man is carrying a bomb remote control, he is the bomber--!"
The bustling overpass fell silent for a moment, then, as if hitting rock bottom and rebounding, a surge of voices erupted. Amidst such a dense crowd, a vast space was strangely vacated.
With the bomber as the center, the only people left around him were the person who knocked him down and the kind passerby who called the police with voice control.
At this time, the bomber was still confused and couldn't even understand how the passers-by could logically infer that he was the bomber from a remote control, when there were so many things in the world that could be remotely controlled.
【Author’s words】
Unabomber: It’s true that I am the criminal, but isn’t there something wrong with your reasoning?
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