After sending Mikako Sato away, Mizumaki was strolling around the Metropolitan Police Department and was also out of touch.

I took a taxi and Mizumatsu went to an amusement park. It was not the Dorobiga Paradise that Shinichi Kudo became smaller, but just a very ordinary small amusement park.

"This is the Ferris wheel that Matsuda fell down?" Mizumatsu said, looking up at the slowly rotating big wheel.

There are still long queues under this amusement facility, and the tragedy that happened here three years ago has been forgotten by the world.

Of course, Mizumatsu is not here to remember Matsuda Geota, he is here to cause trouble.

After looking around, he locked a shooting stall and walked over.

The shooting stall is very simple. There are two toy pistols and two toy air rifles on a low table. There are a board with balloons hanging densely on it across more than four meters away.

There are two people playing games in front of the stall. To be precise, a boy is playing games and a girl is watching next to her.

"Ajun~ I want the biggest doll." The girl next to her was shaking the boy's arms and acting coquettish.

"Okay! Look at me kill him for you! Boss, give me a hundred bullets!" The boy dyed his yellow hair and took out a picture of "Natsume Soseki" and said.

"If you want the first prize in my stall, it will be a prize of 399. "The boss gave the boy an encouragement look.

"Then come five hundred times!" The boy was so arrogant that he gave the boss another 4,000 yen, and didn't care that 5,000 yen was enough to buy a big doll.

"Come on, A Jun!" the girl encouraged.

"Hehe! Look at me!" With the encouragement of the girl, Ajun picked up the pistol from the stall and raised the gun and aimed it handsomely.

Bang bang bang bang bang! Ten shots in a row.

However... only one balloon was blown up.

"Come again!" The boy was dissatisfied and handed the gun to the boss. The boss loaded ten plastic bullets in.

This time the boy aimed for a while before shooting one shot, but after ten shots, only three balloons were blown up.

The boy didn't believe in evil, so he picked up the rifle next to him, and then shot out the twenty bullets inside the rifle, and then detonated two, which was worse than the performance of the pistol.

"Boss, are you wrong with this gun?" The boy said angrily: "I have played the shooting game several times, and I have never performed so poorly!"

"Young man, it's wrong for you to say this, how is that possible! You need to tell evidence." The boss quit.

"Cut! Spicy chicken!" Mizumatsu, who was watching on the side, suddenly mocked him in a timely manner.

"Who are you talking about?" Huangmao Ajun looked at Mizumatsu very unfriendly.

"I'm just scolding the monster who can't pull out the shit!" Mizumatsu said directly.

"You can do it!" Huangmao Ajun said dissatisfiedly with a beautiful woman on her side.

"Come on, come ten." Mizumatsu handed the boss a hundred yuan coin, picked up the toy pistol, raised the gun and aimed it.

"Bang!" A balloon exploded in response.

"Young man, look, my gun is fine." The boss took the opportunity to say, "This young man hit it right away."

"Tsk! Dog luck." Ajun said angrily.

Shui Jianyue was a little unhappy. She was indeed lucky. The balloon next to her was actually the accurate head of the gun that he wanted to hit was indeed unsightly.

After correcting the deviation, Mizumaki deliberately aimed the second balloon at the center.

Bang, my luck was not that good this time, and the bullet hit the wooden board between the two balloons.

"Look, it's just that?" Ajun said disdainfully.

He glanced at Ah Jun, Mizumatsu didn't say a word, and fired two more shots, and this time he performed stably to explode two balloons. Ah Jun couldn't speak again.

Ten shots later, Mizumatsu only knocked out six balloons.

"Tsk, I'm so good at speaking. It turns out that I just hit six people." Ajun mocked.

"It's better than someone's three, right?" Mizumatsu went back with a sarcasm.

"Tsk! You wait!" Huangmao Ajun seemed to be unable to swallow this breath and called someone: "Axiao! I'm at the shooting stall near the gate, and I'm going to compete with you..."

This is what Shuijianyue wants. So far, this yellow-haired man is very popular.

Mizumatsu seemed to be very obedient and continued to wait. He bought twenty more bullets and tried one by one with the remaining three guns.

As an excellent policeman, he failed to win four shots in ten shots. It would be embarrassing to let someone he knows.

Of course, the problem is not Mizumatsu's marksmanship, but the fact that there is a problem with the guns in this stall.

Mizumatsu had checked, and the problem was not on the sight. If the sight was tampered and footed, it would be easy to see.

The real problem seems to be the bullets. Originally, this kind of toy gun had no rifle and plastic bullets had no specifications. Moreover, the place where this stall cuts corners is on the bullets.

All the plastic bullets poured out of the pistol magazine have more or less gaps or even deformed directly. Of course, it is impossible to fly stably after being fired, and it is simply a shotgun.

In comparison, those two air rifles are more reliable.

These air rifles contain cans of compressed air, and the bullets are not the lightweight plastic bullets in the pistol, but are more substantial imitation bullets. Although they also have some problems, due to power and bullet weight, the impact is smaller than that of the pistol.

Of course, the boss also tampers with these rifles. In order to reduce costs and increase the number of launches, the compressed air tank ports were tampered with. One launch would only consume one-third of the normal air, resulting in insufficient power. However, nothing could be seen at a range of five or six meters. The air rifle should have a range of nearly fifty meters. This suggested canned air version has a smaller range. After being castrated to one-third, it has only a range of about ten meters.

Mizumaki chose again and again, and finally picked the slightly worse one of the two rifles and kept it at hand.

After waiting for a few more minutes, the "Ashau" finally arrived.

Ashao was also yellow-haired, with earrings, and walked towards him with his head slanted, as if he thought he was very fashionable.

He looked at Mizumatsu, and Asha didn't even say anything. He picked up another rifle, bang bang bang bang bang bang bang bang, and shot out all twenty bullets inside.

Mizumatsu raised his eyebrows in surprise and actually hit eighteen balloons. If there was no problem with the gun, wouldn’t he be hit every shot?

Of course, there is nothing strange about the distance between five or six meters. All the police officers in the Metropolitan Police Department can do it, but it is rare among ordinary people.

Ashao raised his chin at Mizumatsu and signaled that it was your turn.

Mizumatsu shot a little slower than him, but not much slower. In the end, he hit sixteen shots. In fact, only one shot was a failure in the performance, and the other three shots were deliberately shot incorrectly.

"No, right? Look at you still dare to be awesome! Ashao is the gun king of all the amusement parks in Tokyo! Do you know you?" Huangmao Ajun ran out again and said to Mizumatsu proudly.

"It's not your strength, why are you proud? If you don't want to hit six shots?" Mizumatsu rolled his eyes and said, "This time you found a foreign aid, but I'm not convinced. I'm still here next weekend. I'll bring the masters to compare if I dares?"

"I'm afraid you won't do it! Yes Ashao?" Ajun asked Ashao's opinion after he finished speaking very arrogantly.

Ashyo seemed to be unable to speak, just nodded, his eyes still staring at Shui Jianyue.

"Then let's agree on this time and place next weekend!" said Mizumatsu.

"Whoever doesn't come is a puppy!" Ajun also said with his neck stammering.

So childish... Of course Mizumatsu didn't say it.

...

Police Hospital.

Mikako Sato stood at the door and looked at Matsuda Mitae who was still lying on the bed. It was not that she couldn't go in to visit her, but she just couldn't bear to see his completely haggard appearance more thoroughly.

"Miss Sato, are you here again?" Matsuda's father, who was holding the medicine, came over. He had just gone to get Matsuda's medicine.

He and Matsuda Jinhei's mother are very familiar with this policewoman who comes once a month.

"Yes, come and see Matsuda." Mikako Sato responded politely, handing the envelope in her hand.

No need to explain anything, this happens every month.

"Oh... If we two old guys can survive on our own, we will not accept your money no matter what we say..." As a result, Matsuda's father couldn't help but sigh: "Our Matsuda family owes you too much." Sato Mikako never said that most of the money was from him and Mizumatsu. In the past three years, it has been said that the police officers in the Metropolitan Police Department donated some of them.

"Don't say that," Sato Mikako said with a smile: "We are all Matsuda's colleagues and friends, just think that Matsuda owes us what he owes us. Just wait until he wakes up and asks him to pay it back. You two elders don't have to worry."

"Oh... how is that possible..." Matsuda's father might have smiled, but he really couldn't laugh, his mind was full of bitterness and entanglement: "With this kind of thing, there is probably no hope, right?"

"That's not necessarily true. Actually, there is already a hope now." Sato Mikako said, of course, she did not forget the mission left by Mizumama.

"What did you say?" Matsuda's father didn't understand what Sato Mikako meant.

"It's like this..." Mikako Sato reposted the content he heard from Mizumaki to Matsuda's father: "... There is a policeman in our Metropolitan Police Department, Mizumaki, who mentioned him to you before. Mizumaki knew a very powerful doctor, who also knew a powerful research scholar, and is now developing drugs that can awaken vegetatives."

"Really?" Matsuda's father showed the light of hope.

"I want to wait, there are still some things... this medicine...now..."

"...So if you are willing to let Matsuda be this clinical volunteer, you have to find a way to improve his physical fitness from now on."

"How can this improve?" Matsuda's father looked at his son in embarrassment. He was either edema or skinny. Even if he was moving for him every day, his hands and feet did not block the hard joints and the limbs were stiff.

"I should ask the doctor this... I don't know either, the doctor may have a solution." Sato Mikako said regretfully.

"Okay, as for the clinical volunteer, please let me wait until his mother comes back before discussing with her."

"I still have some things. Since I don't need help here, I'll say goodbye first." After saying goodbye, Mikako Sato was about to leave.

"Slow down!" Matsuda's father called Mikako Sato: "Miss Sato, how much does the medicine you just mentioned cost?"

"That... I don't know either, but if Matsuda is volunteering, it will definitely be free. Even if you don't want to, with the relationship between Mizuma, you will definitely only have a cost price." Mikako Sato thought for a while and said.

"I see……"

...

When Sato Mikako walked to the hospital gate, Yumi Miyamoto was already waiting at the gate.
To be continued...