MTL - How Real Wine Became the Light of the Metropolitan Police-Chapter 32 hold hostage

"Xinhai Police Department supplement, I have reported the problem you have reported to the superior, and there is a contact with the special ability department." The Mumu police department hung up the superior's phone with a cautious expression and looked up at Xin Haikong.

Mu Mu was just reporting what Xin Haikong said to his superiors. Almost as soon as the superiors heard the description of the case, they basically affirmed Xin Haikong's judgment.

He has been in the search class for more than ten years, and he has indeed experienced one or two cases related to Yokohama.

Even he, after encountering such a case, the first reaction was an ordinary terrorist attack, instead of quickly thinking of the participation of supernatural powers.

He had personally experienced such a case, and he didn’t realize something, how could Xin Haikong, a trainee policeman who just graduated from the police academy—

"That's great, I'm going to help Matsuda and senior first." Xin Haikong was about to turn around and go out, but was stopped by Mu Mu.

"Xin Haikong, how did you know about the power?"

"I've been involved in similar cases before." Xin Haikong handed in a prepared explanation.

The young policeman's back was straight, and a burst of righteousness came towards him.

It's really a hero out of a teenager. Just by judging the two cases, you can think of the commonality behind it.

Looking at the back of the young man leaving, Mu Mu sighed.

·

Rice Hospital.

The continuous explosions in various parts of Tokyo have caused the number of wounded in the hospital to increase several times than before. The mournful moan was like a drill, tinkling on Xin Haikong's brain.

Fortunately, these bombs all exploded on the morning of the working day. So far, only a small number of people have been injured, rather than causing widespread panic.

In this kind of terrorist attack, sometimes the most terrifying thing is not the casualties caused by explosions and fires, but the large-scale stampede incidents caused when a large number of crowded people have no time to disperse.

On weekdays, everyone stays in places such as companies and schools step by step, and there are too many people in the shopping malls, railway stations, and subway stations where the prisoners are concentrated to plant bombs.

Xinhaikong came from one ward to another, and took notes one by one for the wounded who were still able to speak.

Such a method was useless, but there was nothing else he could do.

The changed past is completely different from the original. Three years ago, he was alone and helpless. He didn't have the leadership of the search division, and he didn't know how to contact the winery.

Thinking about it this way, he really didn't know how to cherish it when he had so many resources before.

"Did you notice any strange people during your shift last night?"

Xin Haikong leaned over to ask a security guard at a mall. The mall where the other party was located was also bombed by the prisoners, but it was too late to dismantle it. Fortunately, there was no one on that floor when the explosion occurred, and only the security guards in the patrol route were affected.

The other party was in his early thirties, his left arm was injured by a bomb, and now he was wrapped in layers of white gauze and hung around his neck. After hearing Xin Haikong's question, he first recalled it, and finally shook his head helplessly.

Sure enough, there was still no result.

He walked out of the ward dejectedly, but his lowered forehead suddenly hit a hard object, causing his forehead to hurt.

Xin Haikong covered his forehead, raised his head with difficulty, and saw a familiar figure—

It was a young man with messy bangs hanging over his eyes, neatly wearing a black coat, with bandages wrapped around his exposed arms and neck, and one eye was also wrapped in a bandage. The remaining dark brown eye watched him calmly.

Dazai.

Xin Haikong suddenly widened his eyes.

Dazai Osamu is here, can you help him find the prisoner who doesn't know what power he used?

He stretched out his hand, grabbed the sleeve of the man in front of him, opened his mouth eagerly, and asked for help.

But the next second, the unspoken words were swallowed back.

Xin Haikong reacted - he and Dazai don't know each other at all! And three years ago, Dazai hadn't joined Butei, and he should have just defected from the port mafia.

Instead, Dazai glanced at him clearly, and the look in his dark brown eyes was indistinguishable.

"Police? There are many bombs in the stairwell on the third floor, why don't you go and have a look?"

"What?" He just came up from the stairwell, why didn't he see anything...

Wait, the bomb that popped up.

A bomb that pops up after a certain amount of time. Osamu Dazai can spot bombs that haven't appeared in advance.

It turns out that it is not a bomb that appears out of thin air, but a bomb that can be invisible, right?

There is a fixed time limit, and it will appear after the time is up. The real purpose of the prisoner is to use the sudden bomb to cause panic among the masses.

Under the touch of Osamu Dazai, the invisible bomb had its power disabled and appeared in advance.

And a large number of bombs were concentrated in the hospital. No wonder the prisoner had only one or two bombs installed in other places, because he had to wait until all the wounded were concentrated in the hospital, and then they would all blow up together!

Xin Haikong flew to the stairwell. In the stairwell on the third floor, in the stairwell he just passed by, there were indeed more than 20 bombs out of thin air, either glued to the ceiling above his head, or placed on it. A corner where people don't pass by.

And the countdown is generally seven or eight hours. If it weren't for Dazai, according to the scheduled appearance time of these bombs, I am afraid that after everyone fell asleep in the dead of night, the entire hospital would be bombed to heaven!

He immediately took out his mobile phone and called Matsuda.

"Hey?"

"Songtian, immediately go to the stairway in the middle of the Rice Flower Hospital building. There are nearly 30 bombs in the stairwell on the third floor!"

Xin Haikong explained the situation at the scene as calmly as possible.

"What?" There was a hint of anxiety in Matsuda's voice, ignoring the name Xin Haikong called him.

"I just got off the bus and I'm going to the hospital right now!"

There was a banging sound on the other end of the phone, as if he was in a hurry to clean up his tools.

"You'd better ask a few more people to come with you, you can't finish it all by yourself!" Xin Haikong urged while holding the phone.

He stepped forward and tried to dismantle the casing of the first bomb, hoping to give more help to Matsuda, who had not yet arrived at the scene.

Just as he knelt on the ground to open the cover of the first bomb, the safety door that closed automatically in the stairwell was slammed open.

A middle-aged man with a black hat appeared in the stairwell.

Xin Haikong and his eyes met.

The guy was in his forties, the black hat firmly covered his head, and the exposed facial features gave Xin Haikong a feeling of deja vu. After he saw the bombs all over the floor, his expression instantly darkened, the corners of his mouth pursed tightly, and his eyes were fierce.

Shouldn't a normal person panic when they see a bomb?

Xin Haikong stared at the man, his amber eyes slowly narrowed, and the more he looked, the more familiar they became.

The guy noticed Xin Haikong's gaze, glared at him, and suddenly turned and ran out.

!

It's him! The photo of Jin Tian Yuanyi that he found in the police files before!

Xin Haikong stood up abruptly, and was dizzy because he got up too fast, and chased out while leaning on the wall.

The rest of the phones that were dialed were left in place.

"Hey! Are you still where you are? I'm at the hospital! I'll be on the third floor soon!"

"Hello? Hello! Can you hear me? Xinhai? Xinhaikong!"

·

The man with the bandages all over his body is not out of place in the hospital, so leave it to the strange policeman. He touched the bandages on his eyes and walked out of the hospital door briskly, with a man with a mobile phone and curly black hair. The police officer passed by.

·

When receiving the call from Xin Haikong, Matsuda Jinping happened to be in the parking lot of Rice Flower Hospital, and his colleagues were still in another car.

They encountered a little accident when they defused the bomb in the Cornflakes mall. The countdown to a bomb was too late to defuse it, so they had to evacuate. But the evacuation was still not timely enough, and everyone was more or less slightly injured.

Only Matsuda was just blocked by the thick pillar, and he was not injured at all, so he also ran the fastest.

Xin Haikong's phone was ringing and there was no sound, and he didn't know where the people went. After Matsuda Jinping arrived at the scene, he was shocked. He even forgot to pick up Xin Haikong's dropped cell phone.

The walls of the stairwell are filled with bombs. This stairwell is located in the middle of the entire Rice Flower Hospital, both horizontally and vertically. Once the bombs are allowed to explode, it is estimated that the entire cornflower will be reduced to rubble.

Fortunately, there are still more than seven hours left in the countdown to these bombs.

He looked at the dismantled bomb on the ground. The structure was extremely simple. It took him three minutes to dismantle a bomb.

But the problem is that there are too many bombs here, more than 20, and it will take a lot of effort to dismantle them all. Fortunately, it was discovered in time. If, like the other bombs, they were not discovered until the last ten or five minutes, it would be really over.

Matsuda sat cross-legged directly on the ground, and started to defuse the bomb that had been dismantled.

·

"You go one step further and I'll shoot."

On the roof, it was cold and windy.

Xin Haikong raised the gun in his hand tremblingly, facing the middle-aged man holding the detonator.

The man standing opposite is the prisoner he has been tracking down, Jintian Yuanichi.

Just now, after Xin Haikong recognized him in the stairwell, he chased him all the way through three floors and came to the roof.

Of course, it wasn't because he wanted to go after the prisoner.

Xin Haikong knows very well that the reason why he will face such a dead end three years later is simply because he was in the process of hunting down Jintian Yuanyi three years ago, and the other party died for some reason.

So for him, if he wants to live, it is the safest choice not to incur retribution from the prisoner after three years, and not to pursue him.

But all this was overturned when he saw the rectangular detonator held tightly in the prisoner's hand.

Once the bomb on the third floor was detonated, it would be enough to blow up the entire hospital. The crowd inside would not have time to evacuate, and even he himself would not have time to leave the hospital alive.

Xin Haikong could probably guess what the prisoner had in mind. It was nothing more than finding that the time bomb he had prepared was discovered in advance, and he was so embarrassed that he was ready to leave the hospital and detonate the bomb.

He has to catch up with the prisoner and stop him from detonating the bomb after he leaves the hospital.

He was holding a gun and strung it behind the prisoner all the way, and the police downstairs were constantly rushing to block the prisoner's way down.

The panicked prisoner actually climbed to the top floor.

"I said, as long as you go one step further, I'll shoot!"

There was still trembling in the youth's forcibly amplified voice,

His face was pale, and the hand holding the gun kept shaking, and he couldn't align his head for a long time. At first glance, it is a rookie policeman who has never seen blood. It is uncertain whether he will shoot.

Jin Tianyuan grinned.

"I don't know how you found me, but as long as you dare to shoot, I will detonate the bomb and let everyone be buried with me!"

The prisoner's expression was almost insane, his body was still backing up, and the hand holding the detonator was waving up and down.

"You calm down first." Xin Haikong slowly approached, and his amber eyes stared at Jintian Yuanichi calmly.

"I don't shoot, let's make a deal, I'll give you the gun, and you'll give me the bomb detonator."

"Don't think I don't know what you're thinking, if I give you the detonator, you'll definitely do it!"

The prisoner squeezed the detonator in his hand, as if a drowning man was holding on to the last straw.

"But it's useless if you hold it, isn't it? You're here right now, and if the bomb explodes, you won't be able to escape. If we continue to stand still like this, we will only lose both."

Indeed, Jintian Yuanyi is now in a dilemma.

The Rice Flower Hospital is now surrounded by the police. Even if he can threaten the police with the detonator on his hand, they both know each other well that if the bomb is detonated, Jin Tian Yuanyi will also be killed.

He looked at the young man on the opposite side with some emotion.

The other party was slowly squatting down, looking up at Jintian Yuanichi while raising his head, while placing the pistol in his hand on the ground.

"Like this, we all put things on the ground and I'm not going to shoot."

There was a gentle light in the youth's amber eyes.

"We exchange, give me the detonator, you can hold me hostage with a gun, and I guarantee you will get out of the building alive."

Like a docile lamb crawling in front of a hungry wolf, it stretched out its limbs to show that it would not resist.

"Even if you detonate the bomb, you can't leave this place alive. Why don't you do it another way. Hold me hostage and you can leave this hospital alive."

This is really the perfect temptation.