Chapter 180 Tomorrow Blooms

Conan Edogawa, who was rescued, is now more confused than Iwama.

The boy, who was not seriously injured, easily broke away from the rescue team that surrounded him with a worried look on his face, and ran towards Takeda Daiji with a clear goal, carrying the commission from the chestnut-haired police officer.

... Suemitsu Sosuke next to him.

When he was about to reach the tall senior of the General Affairs Office, Conan Edogawa's face twitched, his feet unconsciously turned to the side, and he fell directly into the arms of the black-haired man.

The boy's little face was twisted into a ball, and he didn't know how to tell this matter to this senior of Kasugawa Shugo for a long time.

Is this something that can be said! If he had said it directly, the model worker would not have been suspended for investigation directly, and he might even be held responsible for concealing his background.

At this moment, Edogawa Conan only regretted that he had not read the entire set of "The Art of Language".

He looked around, and paused for a moment on Takeda Daiji's face, which looked particularly scary after he calmed down, and the scar on his side. He couldn't figure out the character of this policeman whom he met for the first time, so he could only swallow the words he had brewed and look back.

Then, his eyes lit up.

Within the boy's sight, Matsuda Jinpei, who had already left the area, walked over after the huge explosion in the factory. He frowned and looked at the factory full of smoke in the distance, with an ugly expression.

In short, he looks like a very suitable scapegoat.

Edogawa Conan quickly broke free from the arms of Suemitsu Sosuke, who didn't even have a chance to tell him what was going on, and ran with his short legs to the black curly-haired police officer who was focusing all his attention on the factory and didn't see him.

"Officer Matsuda!" the boy shouted, then lowered his voice and said nothing more.

Matsuda Jinpei saw the boy who had just separated from Kasugawa Shugo looking up at him mysteriously, and he understood something in an instant. He squatted down, and only then had time to squeeze out the water that Amuro Toru had just handed over, and while motioning to him, he poured it into his mouth.

"I..." I think it's better for you not to drink the water now.

Conan Edogawa curled his half-moon eyes, looked at Matsuda Jinpei's cracked lips, and swallowed the words. He tried to slow down the pace and told the friend of the same period of the officer in front of him what Kasugawa Shugo had asked him to do, and then continued to ask, "...So, I really don't know whether I should tell Officer Takeda directly..."

He always felt that Kasugawa Shugo always had a sacrificial style of protecting others and sacrificing himself, so he didn't dare to tell Takeda Daiji the truth according to Officer Kurifaki's arrangement without asking Matsuda Jinpei, who knew more about this situation than himself.

Sure enough, the next second, the man who finally realized the meaning of his words sprayed the water in his mouth.

Conan Edogawa dodged to the side in time, and all the water fell to the ground, adding more dust to the weeds that had been flooded by the rain all night.

Jinpei Matsuda coughed violently for a long time, and his face looked even uglier than before. I don't know what he thought of, but his face changed from pure black to a colorful palette.

"Don't say anything yet." The man said, tightened the cap of the water bottle, and walked a few steps to Takeda Daiji, who was lowering his head and making a rescue plan from the more intuitive factory drawings on his mobile phone.

"Only one to three people can be sent up from the side using a climbing rope, and the others will be shielded below. The main power switch is here..." Officer Takeda's expression was very ugly. The main switch gates of all the equipment in the factory were in the innermost factory building. The risk of closing the main switch was greater than rescuing Kasugawa Shugo. He frowned and said, "Save people first."

Rescue the people from the factory first, and then consider whether to take the risk of closing the power switch and catch the drug dealer on the negative first floor who Kasugawa Shugo could not take with him in his current condition.

Takeda Daiji lowered his eyes. Climbing up the rock factory, you don't know when you might encounter an explosion, or you might be used as a live target by the mercenaries who have not yet evacuated. It's more like going to die than rescuing. He didn't think of nor wanted to delegate this task to anyone. In the end, he just tightened the equipment belt on his waist and said to the black-haired man sitting in a wheelchair, "I'll go upstairs, and you'll take care of the things downstairs."

Suemitsu Sosuke was stunned, and before he could say anything, he was interrupted by a voice from behind.

"I'll go."

The two turned their heads at the same time, and saw Matsuda Jinpei, who was originally caught from the explosive/ordnance disposal team to work overtime, standing behind them, looking at them with a serious expression, as if he had thought it through.

"You... go?" Takeda Daiji hesitated for a rare moment. It was undeniable that the man in front of him was indeed an excellent candidate. No matter what his ability was, he was the best in the departure processing class. He subconsciously turned his head to look at the student he had taught for a few months. The latter frowned and did not receive his eye signal.

"Although I don't work in the General Affairs Office, I should be the most suitable candidate now, right?" Matsuda Jinpei said, his line of sight slightly passing over Suemiku Sosuke's hands that were tightly grasping his clothes, and the joints were a little white. "And if there is an accident on the way, Shugo and I should be more coordinated than others."

Indeed. Recalling the look on the man in front of him when he interpreted the secret code that he couldn't see at all in the car, Takeda Daiji pursed his lips.

If it's someone familiar, whether it's interpreting the code left by accident or coordinating with the team during the evacuation, they will be better and more efficient than others.

"Have you thought about it? The risk here is..." Takeda Daiji didn't have time to finish the sentence. When he said the word risk, the policeman opposite him, who was too young for him, suddenly laughed.

He pushed all the curly black hair on his forehead back with his hands. The eyebrows and eyes that had been hidden by sunglasses were now exposed without the cover of the lenses and hair. His eyes flashed with a light very similar to that of Kasugawa Shugo.

"Of course, I've thought about it." He had a smile that was hard to describe, which made the 29-year-old man look as high-spirited as he was in the police academy. "Risks can't stop people."

Takeda Daiji paused, and then he realized that his junior and friend were very similar. His eyes also flashed with a smile mixed with other emotions. He didn't respond, but just instructed into the walkie-talkie, "Prepare a set of equipment and climbing ropes, clear the road surface of factories 03 to 06, and the second team will go to the high slope 30 meters away from the east side of the factory to cover..."

After making the arrangements, he put the walkie-talkie back to his waist and said to Matsuda Jinpei, "Start the action in eight minutes."

The latter nodded and took the equipment.

He put on the heavy bulletproof suit, slung a mini toolbox filled with various emergency supplies across his waist, and checked the guns and ammunition one by one. It took less than three minutes to complete the equipment. Matsuda Jinpeichong Takeda Daiji gave a slight signal, and while the preliminary preparations were not yet completed, he turned around and walked towards Hagiwara Kenji.

The man with semi-long hair leaned against the car with his arms folded across his chest. When he saw him coming over, he finally uttered the first words, "I should have gone with you."

"If you go." Matsuda Jinpei knew what his childhood sweetheart was thinking. He just reached out and patted the other's shoulder, which had not yet fully recovered, and tried to make his tone a little lighter. "The first thing Shugo will do when he sees you is to punch you."

Hagiwara Kenji deliberately squeezed out an exaggerated expression and sighed, "I was injured to save him. Shugo shouldn't repay kindness with enmity."

Then, his expression became serious and his voice was much lower than before. "What happened?"

The man with half-long hair saw it clearly from behind. After the overly smart boy told his childhood sweetheart something, his expression instantly became uglier than before.

"Is the battery enough?" Matsuda Jinpei asked a question evasively. Hagiwara Kenji was stunned for a moment before taking out his mobile phone and showing it to him, which showed that his battery still had 87% remaining.

The black curly-haired police officer immediately called his childhood friend, then put his phone, which had returned to the desktop so that it would not be hung up by accidentally touching the screen, into his chest pocket. At the same time, he tapped the Bluetooth headset on his right ear, "Simple walkie-talkie."

After doing all this, he responded to Hagiwara Kenji's previous question, "Shugo's family was rescued by a kidnapper."

"Wow." Hagiwara Kenji blurted out dryly, and Amuro Toru, who had been holding the steering wheel without saying a word, couldn't help but lean forward and said, "Kidnapper? Which kidnapper suddenly has a change of heart." Although he spoke in a

relaxed tone, the expression on the face of the blond-haired and dark-skinned man did not show any sign of relaxation.

"Unfortunately, it's not a change of heart." Matsuda Jinpei glanced at him, and finally, in the eyes of others, his gaze fell on the face of Date Kou in the co-pilot seat, "He's a mercenary with a buzz cut like the squad leader."

There was no time to appreciate the expressions of these people who were overwhelmed by the huge amount of information. The policeman with black curly hair casually put one hand on the edge of the car window and tapped it twice with his fingertips, "Those of you who are vying to be someone else's fake father, just save your breath."

He sneered, "The real one is here."

Amuro Toru was the first to react. He frowned and pointed at the mobile phone that could be vaguely seen on the other's chest, then said, "So that's why you want to..."

"We can't just let an ignorant guy shoot his dad directly. Besides, even if this didn't happen, it would be appropriate for me to go." Matsuda Jinpei tapped his forehead with his fingers in a headache. "Okay, I know what you want to say, the righteous first in the police academy." It's been

a long time since he heard this weird title that was used to deliberately annoy people. Amuro Toru rarely didn't get angry at the curly-haired bastard in front of him.

"Whether it's me or Shugo, we won't let him go if we have the ability to catch him." Matsuda Jinpei responded, and then muttered, "That guy really knows how to give people a hard time."

"Okay, that's almost done."

Feeling that Takeda Daiji's preparations were complete, Matsuda Jinpei finally sorted out his equipment and smiled, "I promise to bring him back intact."

Tsukiyama Asari was stunned for a moment, feeling that the last sentence was said to him, so he pursed his lips and smiled at the other party.

[I thought you would let Suemitsu hold him. You know, if he clearly expressed his opposition, Takeda Daiji would not ignore his opinion. ]

Looking at Matsuda Jinpei's back as he left, the system suddenly spoke.

'I know. 'Tsukiyama Asari pursed his lips and finally just sighed.

Without Matsuda Jinpei, there would still be Takeda Daiji, or any colleague from the General Affairs Office whose name he could not remember. Anyone could go to this trip to Hunshui, why should he be stopped alone, just because they are friends? In this case. He can't just let him avoid all responsibilities and risks just because he is his friend, and let other irrelevant people take risks.

This is not what he wants to do, nor is it the result that Matsuda Jinpei and others are willing to accept.

Just like he can save Hagiwara Kenji and Morofushi Kagemitsu, but he can't ask them to leave the bomb disposal or undercover work that may kill them at any time.

The system turned around on the page, muttered something that finally matched his digital identity, and then hid back.

[Humans are so contradictory.]

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