MTL - Conan: Open the Door, I’m a Policeman-~ Quarrel and Quarrel

Matsuda Jinpei stood in front of the mock bomb disposal machine and moved his fingers. Before he was injured and passed out, there was no such convenient thing.

His fingers were still trembling slightly due to muscle atrophy and stiff joints caused by years of being in a vegetative state.

Although it has been a month of rehabilitation, the rehabilitation in the hospital is mainly on the large muscles of the limbs, and places such as fingers still need to be recuperated slowly.

It's just a little bit for the average person, but it's not that simple for someone who plays with fire on a bomb.

"What is this guy doing..."

"I heard that it was a person who was injured by an explosion a few years ago and was in a vegetative state for four years."

"I don't think he knows how to defuse a bomb... 嗛..."

Such a dark voice came from behind, and now the bomb disposal department no longer knew Matsuda Jinping. His former colleagues were either promoted to management or transferred to other positions, and some people... luck Worse than Matsuda Jinping.

Originally, when Matsuda Jinping returned to the Metropolitan Police Department after being discharged from the hospital, the upper management suggested that he should be a clerk and do some light work, but Matsuda Jinping insisted on returning to the bomb disposal department, and the upper management finally respected his request.

Ignoring the sound behind, Matsuda Jinping took a deep breath and gently opened the simulator's casing, revealing the dense wires and complex circuit boards.

On the top LCD digital display, a series of red numbers are timing forward, and the red light bulb representing the work of the bomb is dazzling but not dazzling.

Every time the simulator works, the working circuit of the bomb is randomly combined. Matsuda Jinping picked up the test pen to continuously judge the potential of each electric shock, and then used the unplugging of the wire to represent the action of cutting the wire.

Snapped. It didn't take long for Matsuda Jinhei to gently put the test pen back on the table and move some of his still stiff fingers.

"Why did you give up so quickly?" The voice of the discussion spread again.

"It is estimated that after sleeping in bed for four years, I have forgotten how to defuse bombs."

"Could it have been blown up?"

Glancing back at the people who were talking about him, Matsuda Jinping shook his head and walked out of the Bomb Disposal Division's office.

The green indicator light, which represents the success of the bomb disposal, is obviously the color of life and hope, but for those who are chattering, the red is more dazzling.

Not to mention the timer above, the bright red number is locked to 0'23'17.

Walking to the changing room, he changed into a clean dress, took out his favorite sunglasses and put them on, Matsuda Jinping took out a bunch of bright red roses from the locker.

As for who this bunch of flowers is going to give, it is naturally Sima Zhao's heart that everyone knows.

Walking nervously in the corridor of the Metropolitan Police Department, according to the information he inquired, Mikazu Sato was about to get off work.

Walking to the corner of a cross between the corridors, Matsuda Jinping found a young man standing in the opposite corridor, dressed like himself, holding a bunch of roses in his hand, but a little smaller than his own.

Matsuda Jinping felt that this young man looked familiar, as if he had seen him when he went to Sato Miwako's department a few days ago.

Takagi, who was very nervous, was stunned when he saw the person opposite, and he recalled sensitively that he had heard from seniors that there was an old friend of the Sato Police Department who looked a bit like himself.

hey...no. The two looked at the roses in each other's hands, and there was a feeling of good luck.

The so-called enemy's road is narrow, and it happened that at this time, Mizumayue walked from the third direction of the cross corridor with her hands in her trouser pockets, whistling, and seemed to be in a good mood.

The whistle ditty stopped abruptly after seeing two people left and right.

"I said you two, do you want to break ground on Tai Sui's head?" Mizuma Yuehan, who knew these two guys well, asked with a cold face.

Mizuki broke the topic, and the atmosphere at the intersection suddenly became tense.

I don't know if Takagi was a brainstorm or a stroke of genius, and suddenly he pulled his legs and ran towards the fourth direction of the intersection, the direction of the three-line office where Miwako was.

Matsuda Jinpei, who followed closely behind, didn't even care that the rose in his hand thought that the petals fell off during vigorous exercise.

"Stop for me!" Mizumayue was stunned for a moment, then she chased after her with her eyes wide open.

Although Mizumayuki was the last to run, Matsuda Jinhei and Takagi were one of the patients who just came out of the hospital, and the other was a rookie whose physical fitness could only be at the bottom of the police station. He trained long-distance running with Sato Miwako for four years. Mizumayue easily pushed the two of them.

The first person to be escorted was naturally Matsuda Jinping, and Mizumayue shouted angrily: "Hey! How can I say that I am your benefactor? Are you going to pry my corner?"

"The kindness is unforgettable, but love is supreme!" Matsuda Jinping, who was wearing sunglasses, said this a bit handsomely, but he couldn't stop the fact that Mizuma Yue passed by him with a cold snort.

Next is Takagi.

"Takagi..." Mizumayuki's tone has turned into a threat from Chi Guoguo: "Are you sure you want to go against me?"

Takagi probably drank fake wine to strengthen his courage before coming out, and without even answering, he directly reached out his hand to stop Mizumayuki.

Three or two times, she was blocked by Mizumayuki~www.novelbuddy.com~ and put one hand on Takagi's face by the way.

It stands to reason that Takagi's three-legged cat technique is no match for Tsuyoshi Mizuma, but I don't know if Takagi's adrenaline has exploded, and he has been deadlocked with Tsukishima for two or three rounds.

Although Mizumayuki had the upper hand in the end, the corridor was only so long, and when the two of them were running and fighting, they had already reached the door of the three-line office, and Matsuda Jinping also caught up with the chaos.

The door of the office is very spacious if one person passes through it. If two people pass through, it will be just fine except Chiba, but the three of them all have the same plan.

The three faces are close together, Takagi is in the middle, Mizuma Tsuki and Matsuda Jinping are on the sides, and the part where the face and the face are attached to each other has been deformed.

Mizumayuki squeezed a little to the left, Matsuda Jinhei squeezed back to the right, Takagi wanted to squeeze directly forward by relying on himself in the middle, but was pulled back together by the two of them.

"See you tomorrow!" When it was time to get off work, Sato Miwako waved goodbye to her colleagues, opened the door of the office, and saw three big faces that had been squeezed into shape.

After seeing the door open and Sato Mikazu standing behind the door, the three of them were stunned for a moment, and then they lost their balance and fell into the door.

Sato Mikazu dexterously avoided, and saw the three treasures lying on the ground, rose petals fluttering for a while, the office was a little noisy after get off work, but now it's even more chaotic.

"You three, what are you doing!" Sato Miwako's angry voice could be heard faintly even outside the Metropolitan Police Department.

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