MTL - The Red Side is Always Blocking My Dog ​​leash-Chapter 94

This day seems to be no different from usual.

The sun rises as usual, and the city gradually wakes up from a good night's sleep, with crowds of people, trains starting, and street traffic moving in an orderly manner.

The lights of the Metropolitan Police Department were on all night, and people came in and out. They went to several places. They tried to find someone but they didn't find anyone, but they cracked an underworld arms deal, which was a pleasant surprise.

This morning, the guard on the shift yawned and noticed someone on the street coming towards the door.

The other party was dressed in black, with his hands in his pockets and his head lowered. The white peaked cap under the wide hood had a brim sticking out. The upper half of his face was hidden underneath, and a mask was worn underneath.

But because he walked steadily like the wind, and his body was slender and straight, he didn't look suspicious.

What's more, which criminal in broad daylight would swagger at the Metropolitan Police Department?

The guard rubbed his eyes to make himself look refreshed. When the man came to him, he asked in a deep voice, "Sir, is there anything I can help you with?"

The other party stopped, raised his head to reveal a pair of sky blue eyes, and his voice was flat: "Then please let me know, just say that there is a bomb in the Metropolitan Police Department."

The guard reacted for a while, and was frightened into a pea-eyed: "This, please don't joke casually, teasing the police is very likely to go to jail!"

The other party didn't speak, and the guard who was watching him swallowed and dialed the internal line with shaking hands, "Well, I received a report from a pedestrian here, saying..."

"Who? Uh..." He covered the microphone and asked, "Sir, can I ask how you know? Of course, it doesn't matter if it's inconvenient. We support anonymous reports, if the situation is true, true..."

If the situation is true, it means that someone has planted a bomb in the Metropolitan Police Department, but how is this possible? He struggled for a moment, and before he could finish his words, he heard the other party's answer.

"I'm one of the main offenders for now."

police officer?

"So, are you here to surrender?"

"No..." The other party pushed away the hood, tore off the mask, and hooked the corner of his lower lip without a smile, "I'm here to play a game with you all."

The policeman with this face was all too familiar. He dropped the microphone in shock. It took him a long time to find his voice: "Officer Qiu Ze, is this a new type of exercise?"

Qiu Ze Yao was startled.

It can be considered... expected, he had already expected it before he saw the wanted notice.

After all, he was praised in the news a few days ago, and if he got a wanted order in a blink of an eye, it would be a bit of a slap in the face, or in fact, they had some hope that he was sneaking into the enemy camp. So leave him a way back, or maybe both.

When the police officer approached and tried to subdue him, he calmly unzipped his jacket, and the other party froze in place.

They are also people who have seen strong winds and waves. When asked by the boss in the headset, the team leader replied very calmly: "The target is wearing a device with explosives, and the location of the remote control device is unknown. Do you need to subdue the target?"

"Let him go by himself and take him to the meeting room No. 3." Matsumoto Kiyotaka finished speaking, and while he got up and walked to the meeting room No. 3, he instructed, "Inform the forcible criminals to search the three lines of Matsuda to the meeting room and let the explosives The handlers are ready."

Qiu Ze Yao zipped up the zipper and let the other party search him very cooperatively. Then two armed special police officers on the left and right took him into the building, handcuffed to his right wrist, and the other end was connected to a bulky conference table. He sat on the inside. , facing the door of the conference room, two police officers were standing behind him, vigilant.

Matsumoto Kiyotaka came in and sat directly opposite him. The first sentence was: "Where is the bomb?"

The white-haired youth stepped on the ground with his feet and dragged the chair forward by inertia. His two arms were on the table, overlapping up and down. His expression was different from before, as if he had broken through some frame. As if the posture of a primary school student listening to lectures in class, the body is full of sharp edges and corners, and the whole person even looks a bit well-behaved.

"I don't know, the manager will send someone to find it, a metal box, but please be careful not to act rashly."

His voice was as soft as his expression, and there was no trace of coldness at all. But this kind of gentle and extremely floating on the surface, giving people a feeling of nothingness and erratic.

"A wide search will cause a commotion."

"Is the manager thinking about me? Don't worry, you can start the evacuation now. I don't need so many hostages," he said. "Those who should be left will come back."

He looked back indifferently under Matsumoto Kiyoshi's very oppressive gaze, "Of course, if you insist, I don't mind."

The other party was deadlocked for a moment, and was about to speak when the door of the conference room opened from the outside.

Matsuda Jinping, who pushed in the door, blurted out: "A!"

Qiu Zeyao smiled: "Zhenping, long time no see? It's not a long time, but it always feels like a long time has passed."

The few people who came in behind Matsuda Jinping were stunned.

Although the person in front of them had the same face as the elder Qiu Zeyao they knew, it gave people a completely different feeling.

Not only the expression, voice, but also the salutation. For the first time, the other party called the first name instead of the surname, and even did not add honorifics.

Matsumoto Kiyocho glanced at their long list, "I remember that I should have only called Matsuda alone."

Mu Mu thirteen shyly smiled: "Everyone heard the news about Qiu Ze-jun and Qiu Ze, in a hurry..."

Matsuda Jinping has rudely pulled out the chair and sat down, the sunglasses were barely caught by the straight tip of his nose, and his eyes crossed the top of the lenses and stared at Qiu Zeyao opposite: "So, what's the situation now?"

Qiu Ze Yao emptied his eyes and did not answer, and Matsumoto Kiyotaka did not intend to explain, but directly instructed the police officer next to him: "Go to inform the various departments to search each floor, and immediately report the metal box if you find it, don't act rashly, and organize the organization at the same time. Evacuate the building."

Search, metal box, evacuate.

Everyone who quickly extracted the key words opened their eyes wide, and Sato Mikazu leaned forward subconsciously while holding down the table: "There is a bomb in the Metropolitan Police Department building!"

Qiu Zeyao tapped his fingers on his arm, tilted his head, and said with a smile, "Isn't this of course? Apart from the Metropolitan Police Department, there is no other possibility."

This is equivalent to tacitly acknowledging that he is taking revenge.

To be honest, although more than a day has passed, the few people who searched the class still have no real feeling.

After all, it is a colleague who used to get along day and night, and suddenly one day said that the other party was a bomber? What a joke?

They couldn't even connect Qiu Ze Yao with the criminal.

After all, that was... Qiusawa Yao. Always rushing to the front line, even putting life and death aside, Qiu Zeyao, who is dedicated to saving and catching criminals, they can't even count how many times the other party has been injured, and how many people have been rescued because of him, and they are all too. One who was protected by that person.

However, no matter what the injury is, as long as he can still move, the other party will insist on coming to work, and it was not until he was jointly sanctioned by Matsuda Jinpei and Date Air that he recuperated in the hospital for a few days.

How could such a person become the criminal he hated the most?

Until they saw Qiu Ze Yao who was no longer Qiu Ze Yao.

Shiratori Ren Saburo subconsciously reached out to pull the other person's face, but of course he was dodged, and the fingers that were held in the air curled up and slowly retracted.

"It's your acting skills, right? I know Qiu Ze's acting skills are very good, and you can't see any flaws at all. You must be so committed to catching the criminal, right? It's too hard for you."

Shiratori Ren Saburo said faster and faster, "Don't scare us now, there is no one else here, you..."

Even if someone is eavesdropping, it's fine to be a hint.

However, Qiu Zeyao's response was to raise his eyebrows high. It was the first time Shiratori Ren Saburo found that the ice cube face of the other party could make such a violent expression. He tried to find any hints or flaws in Qiu Zeyao. details.

The other side hooked the corner of his mouth: "I'm glad you can think so, what I did in the past was my original intention, and there is no falsehood, you can rest assured that you are not wrong, but now I wake up and finally see After clarifying the truth, I decided to stop being stupid. Shiratori, leave your trust to the Qiu Ze Yao you know, I am no longer him."

8…b?

Qiu Zeyao glanced at Matsuda Jinping, who didn't say a word at first, and returned to Shiratori Ren Saburo. The other party's disbelief expression had subsided, and it turned into a calm and reliable look.

Mu Mu Shisan said solemnly, "Why?"

"Why? I thought you should at least know about it. Can the secrecy of the Metropolitan Police Department be able to achieve such a degree of secrecy?"

Qiu Zeyao seemed to be stunned for a moment, his eyes turned to the lower left, his eyes were a little blank, and his eyebrows were lowered, which meant that he was remembering and feeling sad.

"The reason I went to the police academy, the reason why I've been volunteering for a search class, you should know. My parents died in a terrorist attack, so at that time, I vowed to stop this from happening again. So I decided to become a policeman."

Really... he's not good at reading comprehension. Qiu Zeyao's mental journey or something, he started out as a character set based on the key words, and later he let himself go directly.

As a law-abiding citizen, he should hate people who disturb the social order. It's just a little more aggressive under deliberate magnification.

Then there's Brother Bingshan Cool, this one has been twisted into a chaotic private life by him, who likes the same-sex facial paralysis and complains about the mouthless man.

As for saving people, isn't it clear at a glance that he is a clone who can live again after death? A native inhabitant with only one life, and the NPC who will participate in the plot in the future?

Qiu Ze Yao thought about it for a while, and felt that he should follow the paranoid idealist's setting. If he followed his own magic-modified character, I'm afraid it would turn into a comedy now.

"I gradually made it a lifelong goal to eliminate the dregs of society. From the moment I made a decision, everything I did was to achieve this goal, which made me feel at ease and happy."

Idealists are those who value spiritual wealth more than physical enjoyment. As long as the pie is well-painted, they can work until they die.

"Until..." He turned around, and a sneer appeared on the corner of his mouth, "until I found out that the one who killed my parents turned out to be the justice I always believed in."

Everything was caused by the death of his parents, and his life took a different path. His original wish was not to let the tragedy of his parents happen again.

Therefore, I chose to become a policeman, abandoned everything, and worked hard towards the goal I thought.

He became a policeman, worked diligently, did not fall in love, kept away from social interaction, and only focused on fighting crime and executing justice. He invested almost all of himself in it, and lived like a machine.

In the end, he was directly responsible for the death of his parents, and the justice he had always believed in and fought for was a joke.

After walking for so long, he suddenly discovered that he and his original intentions have always run counter to each other. More than ten years of belief collapsed in an instant, and the huge gap can easily drive a person crazy.

This is his character design to fool Kaluya.

Whether the other party believed it or not, Qiu Zeyao thought he believed it and refused to recall his embarrassing acting skills at that time. Otherwise, he was afraid that he would pull out a police station on the spot.

Qiu Zeyao arched his waist with a smile, his trembling body caused the handcuffs to shake and make a clanging sound.

He only laughed for a while, and soon raised his head expressionlessly amid the complicated, unspeakable eyes of several people. If it weren't for his red eyes, no one would have thought that he was still smiling for a second.

The bomb as the protagonist should also appear.

"I'm looking forward to the next part of this game."