Chapter 171 Blooming Tomorrow

He was really too tired.

Kasugawa Shugo closed his eyes, thinking that since only Conan and the people on the forum could see his particularly ferocious appearance, he simply curled up.

This was a very safe position, suitable for relaxation. He didn't have much time to rest, and when Ikawa, who was guarding the door, knocked on the door, he would have to restore the room to its previous state as quickly as possible. I'm

really tired.

The chestnut-haired man thought, and he curled up his body slightly. Unexpectedly, because of this position, he squeezed the wound that had just been hit by the bullet, and the blood was flowing more fiercely than before the treatment.

So Kasugawa Shugo could only take a breath and change back to the previous position.

My body hurts. It wasn't just his side face and abdomen that had just been 'taken care of' by those guys under the gaze of Conan Edogawa. His wrists and shoulders that had been tied up with hemp ropes since last night were very painful. In short, he had a fight with those mercenaries and was stuffed into the trunk and thrown here to be tied up for most of the day. On the way, someone took the opportunity to retaliate and beat him up... There was probably no place on his body that didn't hurt.

He rarely showed such tiredness in the presence of other people. One reason was that he was not used to dealing with such concern, and the other was that he was a policeman after all. If he, as a policeman, showed fatigue first in this situation, wouldn't it make others lose confidence?

He had to hold on.

But it was really tiring. Kasugawa Shugo doesn't think he is a weak person. Today, he showed weakness and was mentally exhausted because he had been trapped in a dark and oppressive narrow space for a long time, and probably because he met someone he thought he would never meet again

in his life. It was so strange. They had never been together in a normal way, but when he met the man who had occupied his entire childhood again, he inexplicably felt wronged. When he lowered his head, his eyes were sore, like a child who was pushed to the ground and saw his parents who were late for sex.

However... the chestnut-haired boy who used to live with a mercenary who often didn't go home rarely had such emotions even when he was a child.

It was his consistent principle not to cause trouble to anyone and to solve his own problems by himself. Mercenaries are not at home most of the year. When they stay at home, they usually just recuperate and then silently cook noodles for their blood-related children in their small safe houses. The noodles they make are not as delicious as those made by the boy himself, who was only about ten years old at the time.

All the money that the hired soldiers had earned with their lives was placed in a place where the children could easily reach. When there was no food at home, he would put on his shoes, carry a small knife that was actually of no use, and go out to buy food. If his money was robbed in a chaotic area, he would wipe the blood and dust off his face and try his best to get it back. Then he would go back to the narrow room and wipe the wound with alcohol and cotton swabs that men usually use to treat wounds, and then use clothes to cover the wounds of all sizes on his body.

He knew how to show a charming and brilliant smile to others, and he also knew how to clench his fists and use the method taught by the man to punch away the troublesome guys one by one. He knew how to pretend nothing happened and return to the house safely even though he was covered in blood. But this... Kasugawa Shugo was probably not good at dealing with this kind of emotion.

There would be a strange feeling of powerlessness. The chestnut-haired man lowered his head in the dark, slightly concealing his expression, hiding all his emotions in the darkness.

The only sound in the dim room was the breathing of the two people.

He was a little disgusted with himself for being so useless.

But now was not the time to think about this. Compared with his current psychological condition, he was more worried about whether his secret signal could be received by the other party.

To be honest, Kasugawa Shugo has never had a secret code with Matsuda Jinpei and the others... This time he came here with full preparation for a gamble.

Ever since the last art exhibition, there has been one thing he has never figured out, which is the memory of Asuka Kiri and Kudo Shinichi watching the stars on the top of the mountain.

This time period is not within the background range that the world will automatically fill in, but is the time spent by the real body controlling the vest. This thing did happen, but it was really... just a casual chat of Asuka Kiri who had not yet developed the current dual personality background.

After the appearance of the personality setting 124, this unusual thing was automatically stained with other colors and given another meaning.

Kasugawa Shugo was hung here all night thinking about how to pass the message. The precise codes of the General Affairs Office mostly require facial expressions, but in this situation, he could mess up at any time. He needed a very simple code that could pass the message very quickly.

The man went through all his memories in his mind. The only memory he could find that could use the rules of this world to pass the message was when he was in the police academy and used it to trick his classmates.

In order to seize the opportunity, they would put their hands on the table and tap the table with their fingertips to let the other person know. Maybe because they all had the same idea of ​​wanting the target to be embarrassed, so at this time, no matter how they gestured, the other person would always understand the meaning and act accurately.

This was an action that had not been defined in the police academy, and it did not have the precise procedure that other secret codes had. But if he could find all the commonalities when the fingers tapped, and intentionally lead others to believe that there had been a secret code, could this secret code be created out of thin air?

Kasugawa Shugo didn't know, and he wasn't completely sure, but this was his only way.

The rest could only be done by asking Tsukiyama Asari to pay attention to the situation of Senior Takeda Daiji through the forum. The chestnut-haired man complained in his heart, he rubbed his sore neck, and felt that he had rested enough.

At this moment, the sound of knocking on the door came from outside. Kasugawa Shugo stretched his waist carelessly and soon raised his usual expression, "Come on, little boy, I'm going to tie you back."

Although he said so, he still tied the rope that bound the boy very loosely, making it so that he could get rid of it at any time.

"Here you go."

Edogawa Conan only felt his hand sink. The chestnut-haired police officer just said something and stuffed it into his loosely tied hands.

"This is..." The boy touched it carefully and soon found that it was a dagger, and it looked like a military style, and he could just hold it.

"I just took it from that...uncle." Kasugawa Shugo blinked at him and said that the dagger that the man took the initiative to hand over was taken by him secretly, "Don't worry, I just need this."

He returned to his previous position, raised his arms up, and put his wrists back into the rope that was loosened by Ishikawa but not disturbed, and motioned the boy to look at his hands.

"...When did you take it?!" Edogawa Conan immediately caught the flash of light between the chestnut-haired police officer's fingers. It turned out to be a thin blade. The boy realized it belatedly and touched his sleeve. The dangerous item hidden in his right sleeve was gone.

"I took it when I tied you up just now. Remember to put the gag back in your mouth." Kasugawa Shugo didn't feel embarrassed to take the child's things. He smiled and added, "Lend it to me. It's really convenient to hide it in the sleeve. I want to equip it after I go out."

Edogawa Conan looked at the other party's bright smile without any fatigue or pain, and lowered his head before the door of the room was pushed open again.

If his feeling was correct, the mental state of this police officer just now was really bad, but now... Thinking back to the way Kasugawa Shugo smiled and talked to him just now, the boy couldn't help but doubt his intuition.

The air above the black car parked next to the gas station near the camping site where the two people were kidnapped was condensed.

Takeda Daiji sat in the co-pilot seat and stuffed cigarettes into his lungs rudely. The two ace elites he borrowed from the Metropolitan Police Department sat in the back seat, staring at the screen of their mobile phones as if they were the most common bombs they saw.

It had been almost ten minutes since the text message written by Matsuda Jinpei in a casual tone was sent, and there had been no reply during this period.

The members of the General Affairs Office tried to locate the location of the mobile phone, but the signals they sent were blocked one by one. They didn't know how much the other party knew about the General Affairs Office or Kasugawa Shugo's situation, and they couldn't risk using colleagues working in the General Affairs Office to pretend to be friends to test it.

Takeda Daiji thought for a long time, and suddenly remembered that when he was chatting with another colleague not long ago, the man who signed the critical illness notice for Kasugawa Shugo outside the emergency room mentioned that there were two friends of the worrying junior outside the emergency room at that time,

and they seemed to be from the Metropolitan Police Department. When he contacted the two police officers in the explosives disposal team, they were waiting in the Polo Cafe for a dinner that they had agreed to have, but no friends came until now.

At the request of this experienced police officer from the General Affairs Department, Matsuda Jinpei chose to send text messages to the other party using his own private number.

However, he never received any reply.

Feeling the other party's anxiety and impatience, Takeda Daiji spit out the cigarette in his mouth and said, "There will definitely be a response."

If this phone seems to be of no use to the person who kidnapped Kasugawa Shugo, just throw it on the side of the road. There is no need to bring it back and go to great lengths to block the police's attempts to locate it.

Takeda Daiji has experienced many such things. Recording videos and sending them to the victim's lover, friends and relatives is a method that those guys always like to use.

Shortly after he finished speaking, the text message alert sound exploded in the narrow car.

Matsuda Jinpei was stunned for a moment, then he looked down. The email did not pop up the content the first time it was clicked.

He stared at the screen, which only had a video with a completely black cover and a white play button that was very conspicuous.

The hands of the ace of the blasting department, which he had always been proud of, were shaking uncontrollably at this moment.

He took a deep breath and held his forehead with his hand, and then he felt dizzy.

"Give it to me, don't..." Takeda Daiji, who was in the co-pilot, stretched out his hand and wanted to take the phone to stop the other party from clicking on the video. He originally just wanted them to help force out the only information that could be obtained now. It would be a bit too cruel to let them, as friends, watch this video.

Matsuda Jinpei did not hand over the phone in his hand.

He lowered his head and stepped back, blocking the sight of Kenji Hagiwara, who lowered his eyes, and most of his face was blocked by the shadow cast by his hair, and it was impossible to tell his emotions.

The curly-haired man clicked the play button.

First there was an uncomfortable crackling sound, very light.

Jinpei Matsuda's hands were shaking badly, and when he clicked the play button, because of the excessive shaking of his hands, he accidentally touched the screen, just at the position of the progress bar.

The progress bar below was pulled to the back of two-thirds of the way, and the video was played with an extremely hoarse roar, I don't know where it was recorded, and it even had Dolby surround sound.

In order to avoid missing the mission notification of the explosive/ordnance disposal team, Matsuda Jinpei always turned up the volume to the maximum, but now he was almost shaken by the loud sound.

The screen was stuck several times because of the sudden fast forward just now, and the sound was intermittent, mixed with uncomfortable crackling sounds. The man squinted his eyes and easily saw the content of the screen in the dim car.

First, a pair of hands were hung above the head. The blood flowing from the wrists wet the hemp rope and the sleeves of the person being hung. It seemed that the pungent smell of blood could be smelled through the screen.

The man seemed to be in great pain. With the roar in the background, his bound hands kept struggling and shaking. Even his fingers twitched because of the pain. He tugged at the rope uncontrollably, grinding his fingertips into a bloody mess.

In addition to the roar, there was also laughter with obvious malice coming from all directions. Jinpei Matsuda heard someone say something like "Raise your head to show your friends" and "It turns out that police officers are not omnipotent" in a tone like teasing a pet. His fingers almost cracked the screen.

The screen swayed and moved downward, and the hands gradually disappeared from the screen, replaced by an all-too-familiar face.

After not seeing him for a week, Kasugawa Shugo in the video looked very bad. The blood from the wound on his head had dried up on the corner of his forehead. One side of his cheek had obviously been slapped hard by someone. In addition to the obvious redness and swelling, there were also several long and thin bloodstains.

The light from the front of the camera shone directly into his honey-colored eyes, but he did not get any response from him. He screamed in pain unconsciously, but his pupils had completely shrunken.

Matsuda Jinpei stared blankly at the other person's completely colorless eyes, and suddenly an absurd but reasonable idea came to his mind.

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