"Despicable!" Almost all the police present shouted these two words unconsciously.

"But this is also an opportunity, isn't it?" Matsuda said calmly, "In order to ensure that the target police will not leave, the criminal will definitely observe nearby, as long as..."

"Do you want to be a hero?" I interrupted him, "I'm afraid that if you become a hero, the prisoner will not be caught. And if he is let go, will a hero need to die next year or in the future?"

"Okay, you keep talking, I'll listen." Matsuda finally made a compromise.

"The next one is purely speculation," I continued, "that is, 'to pay tribute to the heads of comrades.' In ancient Europe, the helmet of the Knight of the Round Table, and the mask on it was cross-shaped, so..."

"Hospital!" Mikako said loudly, "But, I don't know which hospital?"

"So, when you dismantle the bomb, leave a thread and don't cut it. However, the scissors must be placed on the line. When the name appears, cut it off immediately. Although it is possible that the prisoner will use remote control to detonate, after all, this was the case last time, but..." I said helplessly. After all, my analysis just now was quite normal. If I directly mentioned Mihua General Hospital, it would be difficult to explain.

"I understand, but this is much better than simply dying. Thank you, buddy, come back and invite you to drink." After saying that, Matsuda stood up again and left the search department.

When we arrived at Mihua Central Park, everyone was in a mess. The police department of Meguro and Shirato were busy evacuating the crowd and maintaining order. Matsuda took his box into one of the cable cars - of course, this was all for prisoners who were observing and laughing secretly, because in the process, a large number of plainclothes police officers wearing makeup were scattered among the crowd, waiting for an opportunity to arrest the criminals, including Me and Mikako.

Looking at the slowly rising cable car, suddenly, my eyes were in a daze. Then, my perspective seemed to change. Although I was still looking at the rising cable car, the position where I was standing changed. At the same time, Matsuda's voice kept appearing in my ears, which was the sound of him contacting us on the cable car.

In the blink of an eye, the scene changed back. I immediately pressed the cell phone in my top pocket, called Mikako not far away, and said softly: "Mikako, I found it. Not far behind you, a man, should be wearing headphones and other things, slowly approaching. When Matsuda received the message from the suspect, he saw that there was something abnormal. If there was any abnormality, he was the prisoner."

"You saw it again?" Mikako asked whispered.

"Yeah." I hung up the phone, and then I sent a text message to the Megu Police Department, which roughly means that I found a wiretap in the cable car and the suspect was almost found, but there is no evidence yet, so I asked Matsuda to hold on. The Megu Police Department in the distance put down the phone and nodded - this was done for me to show it, and agreed to my plan.

Speaking of my feeling just now, it is probably the ability I gained during time travel. Whenever I do similar things with the criminal in a similar place, I have a certain chance of seeing or hearing what the prisoner saw or heard, but it is not necessarily instantaneous. Sometimes I may also see past information, but this has helped me a lot. As for the suspect just now, I happened to see Mikako standing in front of the suspect's right through the suspect's perspective, which should be considered his unlucky.

The next thing went smoothly. Before Matsuda received the message that appeared on the bomb timer, the suspect happened to send a text message. Mikako controlled the suspect and the colleague who supported him checked the suspect's mobile phone and found that the information in the outbox was the same as that Matsuda received, and the phone was also connected to a wiretap. From the information on the phone, we got the location of the second bomb at Mihua General Hospital. As for Matsuda, after dismantling the first bomb, he went to dismantle the second one without stopping.

"Today's events, Mikako, thank you for believing me." I said to Mikako while sitting in the car on the way home.

"Although it's incredible, I'll still believe you." Mikako replied. Yes, this kind of thing is really incredible. I have never told anyone else, and I only told Mikako on her honeymoon, but she was also skeptical at the time.

"Ah, no matter what, he has avenged Matsuda's revenge, but I think he won't be able to stay in a class for a long time." I said lightly.

"How do you say it?" Mikako asked.

"Remember he said, 'I prefer to dismantle bombs than handling cases.' I think it was because of revenge that he left the explosives treatment team. Now, he has revenge and it's time for him to go back." I replied.

Mikako didn't say anything, although she hated Matsuda sometimes, it was just because Matsuda talked about her husband's wife. Judging from his feelings for his friend, Matsuda was actually a good friend.

"Forget it, don't think about it. Even if Matsuda leaves the search department, we are still friends, aren't we? Moreover, new police officers will come in a while," I said comfortingly.

Sure enough, not long after, Matsuda left. Before leaving, he fulfilled his promise and invited me to drink, but in the end I drank it down. After Matsuda left, another "past opponent" came to the search department, that is the "Brother Takagi". After Takagi came to the search department, he was immediately shocked by Mikako, but after learning that Mikako was married, another resentful man was added to the search department.

"I said, I'm so charming to my wife, do you think I should cry or laugh?" Seeing this, I said helplessly.

"You have to be good at it cheaply." Bai Bird said so.

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"That's right...it's this...it's the taste..."

"Since that's the case... then... you have no value to live..."

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"...Why are you always staring at me? Don't you know it's rude? Xing?" Mikako asked me when she put down her knife and fork.

"Nothing, I just think that a traditional Japanese like Miwako, who eats French cuisine, is so standard in action." I shrugged and replied.

"Didn't you notice? I'm just imitating your actions. But how can you, a poor boy, be familiar with French cuisine? This makes me wonder." Mikako counterattacked.

"Two, how do you feel today's dishes?" A European man in a chef's outfit came over and asked us.

"John, I always think that the French food you cook is very authentic throughout Tokyo, especially you are still an authentic Frenchman." I said with a smile.

"Thank you very much for your praise." The chef is John Badgelu, who was once a foodie, and later changed his career to become a chef. Due to the case, we got to know each other. After being invited to come here to taste French cuisine, if nothing special happens, at least once a week, Mikako and I will definitely come here for a romantic candlelight dinner.

"I said, there have been many French restaurants recently." After the meal, the three of us were chatting while eating desserts.

"Yes, and they are all opened by authentic Japanese people. Apart from the decoration, there is no other meaning of a French restaurant." John said disdainfully.

"It's not that you have too high vision, or you're underestimating others." I said.

"No, although their chef is also an orthodox chef, they have delicious powder added to the dishes."

“Delicious powder?”

"Well, something that is said to be able to increase the deliciousness of the dish."

"So, why don't you?"

"That's simply an evil way! An evil way! Do you understand?"

"I don't understand, next time you can use that delicious powder to make a dish for us, I'll compare it." Mikako and I stood up and prepared to leave.

"Well, no problem, I will let you know that evil ways are never as good as the right ways!" John also stood up and sent us out.

...

"Xing, there is a case, and the owner of a French restaurant was killed." The next morning, while I was writing a report, Mikako walked in and said to me.

When I heard this, my heart skipped a beat. It wasn't John? Mikako saw me and guessed what I was thinking. She said to me: "Don't worry, it's not John, it's another boss. Although it's not good to say this from the perspective of the police."

"It's so miserable." After seeing the scene, I couldn't help but sigh.

Entering the isolation belt, wearing gloves while watching the scene. This is the kitchen of a French restaurant, but there is no ingredients on the table. Instead, it is covered with a white tablecloth with candlesticks, red wine and many French dishes. Judging from the appearance, the people who make these dishes have a good level, at least in terms of "color" and "shape", but it seems that something is wrong there...

There was a "person" lying on the ground, and... it should be a person, because it has almost been chopped into dumpling fillings, and there are several plates next to it, one with two hands on it, one with half a tongue and a few slices of vegetables on it, and one with a piece of liver inside. Seeing this scene, I understood why someone vomited outside.

"Ice Room, Mikako, you are here." The police department of Meguru turned around and greeted us. He was worthy of being an old policeman. Seeing this scene, his face was completely unchanged and his heart was not beating. Mikako saw this "corpse" and left her face alone. I? I don't feel anything.

"Police Department, what's going on? It's so miserable." I sent Mikako to get the forensics report. She still couldn't stand the scene, and I was the only one who asked the question.

"I received a report this morning. The cleaner of this restaurant was reported. The scene was not broken. Other matters have to be analyzed by the forensic department. As for the deceased... I can't see it yet." At this point, the police department of Meguri also frowned.
Chapter completed!