Chapter 755 Episode of the Most Horror Movie
Standing in front of a vehicle that had been treated with a special fire extinguisher and was still smoking, Shiratori Rensaburo, who looked frightened, was surrounded by several colleagues to confirm the situation.
"It is unknown whether the previous explosion during the parade was aimed at the police, but this time, it must have been aimed at the police." Looking at the rolling black smoke, Conan's The expression is very serious.
This is an explosive that has been scheduled for a long time.
Considering the development of today's case, if there is no accident like the Phantom Thieves, at 12 noon, even if Shiratori Rensaburo has not yet sat in the car, the Search Section 1 that needs to set off to check other bombs will also stop here. field collection.
A car bomb that suddenly explodes when no one is prepared can cause more casualties than simply killing and injuring the passengers.
"What a despicable guy." Haihara Ai looked at the car and also frowned, "Is this the car that Officer Shiratori drove to the parade today?"
Normally, if you need to go out on duty for a mission, you will be more likely to drive a police car to deal with emergencies.
Precisely because they did not want to reveal their identities, the policemen from the Search Section came to the scene in disguise, and naturally they could not drive police cars.
This shows that regardless of whether Takagi's vehicle explosion was intentional by the prisoner, he was using the explosion to attract other people's attention and recognized Bai during that time period. Bird, then planted a bomb in his vehicle and posted a note.
Shiratori Rensaburo drove a car loaded with high-energy bombs back to the police station without realizing it. Just imagining and describing this incident is enough to make people shudder.
Conan was about to echo, but a voice on the other side answered the question before him.
"This, despicable bastard..."
"...Officer Sato?" As soon as Conan turned his head, he saw Sato Miwako, who had taken the note from his hand, looking ashen.
The fragile A4 paper was squeezed tightly in her hands, causing many wrinkles.
She was in a very uneasy mood.
Every sentence and every word on this piece of paper flew before her eyes, overlapping with the words on another piece of paper, almost overwhelming her emotions.
"Officer Megure!" Behind them, another policeman from the First Search Section quickly ran out of the Metropolitan Police Department building and ran towards the gathered crowd, "New news, within the jurisdiction of the Metropolitan Police Department All the police stations received exactly the same content as the note found on Shiratori’s car at 12 o’clock!”
“What?” Memu Shisan, who was confirming the information on the scene, turned around suddenly. , "Could it be that it was really seven years ago and three years ago..."
"There is no doubt that it is him!" Sato Miwako's voice suddenly rose, and she said firmly in a tone of gnashing of teeth and hatred, " It’s definitely that guy!”
If the case seven years ago was the beginning of everything, and it is not enough to summarize the prisoner's behavioral pattern, then the deliberate persecution against the police three years ago can fully represent the other party's behavior style.
This is a bastard who is full of malice towards the police and has no remorse.
"In the case three years ago, the media only published the beginning of the fax. The specific circumstances of the case, including Matsuda's full name, are all undisclosed information." Miwako Sato's face was completely cold. Hard, "A person who can imitate to this extent will never commit the same imitation as that morning."
"Sato, I understand your emotions, but..."
" Officer Megure!" Sato Miwako, who was holding the paper tightly in her hand, raised her head and stared at Megure Thirteen and other colleagues who knew what happened with a firm and unquestionable look.
"Let me go investigate. I must find out this bastard..."
Matsuda...I must, must...
She is still trying to get involved. With the authority to investigate, his mind has begun to replay the fax that took the life of Matsuda Jinpei three years ago like a reminder.
"I am a Knight of the Round Table.
To all you ignorant and cunning police officers, today at noon..."
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“Hmm…”
Aware of the paused steps of the person behind him, Karasawa turned around and looked at Matsuda Jinpei, who was covering his heart and frowning in silence.
"What's the matter, Mr. Police? You saw too many uncomfortable things, do you feel uncomfortable somewhere?"
When he said this, Tang Ze looked at him from the corner of his eye. The target on the right.
Like the mini-games in every amusement park, this palace, which was born from Yoji Motohashi’s inner evil thoughts, is also full of various mini-games, mechanisms and rides.
What is different is that the theme of the entire park is basically related to the police, and the uncontrollable murderous thoughts and evil are almost flowing out.
For example, the target on his right is used to play darts.
Human-shaped targets are a bit exaggerated, but they are not unheard of - there are a lot of gin target stands in Akai Shuichi's hall, Karasawa even made one and put it on In the villa - but wearing a police hat, with his face torn apart and painted with bloody targets, it made people feel particularly uncomfortable.
Not to mention, he is not only aggressive, but also has a playful and malicious tendency.
The most important passage in this hall is blocked by several large facilities. If you want to pass it, you must pass five levels and kill six generals. You must experience these facilities one by one before you can go to the next one in the direction of the exit.
In the center of the park is an extremely exaggerated Ferris wheel.
According to the detection results of Karasawa and Noah, the secret treasure is right up there.
It seems that although Matsuda Jinpei's tenacity and fearlessness did not allow the murderer to succeed three years ago, this guy was very proud of how easily he manipulated Matsuda Jinpei's life.
If you want to go to the Ferris wheel, you have to clear these facilities one by one, but if you want to enter the facilities, you need to give tickets and tokens.
These props can only be played through mini-games, just like the targets in front of you.
Tang Ze picked up a dart from the stall and threw it steadily towards the target.
The red and black dart accurately hit the midpoint of the bullseye, and then the target, which looked like a seriously injured policeman, actually shot out of the target position. blood.
The bloody target fell down with a sound, the sound effects of celebration sounded in the stall, and several round tokens rolled down and fell on the tablecloth in front of him.
Tangze picked up a token and looked at it.
It is slightly different from the tokens given in the previous games. The tokens printed on this time happen to be Matsuda Jinpei's own ID photo.
The one used by the media to publish obituaries in the news.
"He really hates you, and he is very proud of you." Handing the token representing concentrated malice to Matsuda Jinpei, Karasawa shrugged, "This is a person who would not regret dying. Guy. Even if he is not colluding with the organization, I really want to..."
Tang Ze did not continue what he said, but just made a gun gesture and pointed at the representative stall owner. He stood up the sign and made a shooting motion.
Kang Ze, who had never regretted his career choice in his life, found it really difficult to tolerate this kind of thing.
Matsuda Jinpei looked at himself on the plastic token for a moment, then put it into his pocket with an expressionless expression.
He did not respond to Karasawa's question. He walked forward and picked up a dart from the tablecloth of the dart stall.
Then he turned around and threw it towards the eyeball-like round object on the treetop on the other side without hesitation.
The round, fruit-like thing made a crisp sound the moment it was hit by the dart, and then exploded into a ball of sparks.
The color of the light around the stall changed, and a red spotlight came down from top to bottom, covering Karasawa's position.
After being discovered, they entered into battle. This eyeball-like thing seems to be some kind of mechanism for monitoring visitors in this palace, almost acting as a camera.
If you don’t pull it out, a steady stream of shadows will continue to harass them while they play mini-games. However, if you pull it out directly, like now, they will be instantly killed due to the full alert value. The surrounding shadows were discovered, acting as a range of taunts.
It can only be said that the owner of the palace, Motohashi Yoji, is not in a stable mental state now. Not only does his alert level remain high, but his aggressiveness has already been maxed out.
If Karasawa hadn't been a fully graduated Phantom Thief, he would never have dared to come here alone.
Looking at the shadows slowly gathering around him, Karasawa raised his hand to protect Matsuda Jinpei behind him and held down his blindfold.
Behind him, a double-sword warrior wearing red armor flashed.
Before the shadows wearing clown masks approached, Karasawa raised his hand first.
With the blessing of many opening buffs, waves of sword energy spread out in all directions, and 8 violent physical attacks directly shattered the shells of all shadows.
Between the start of the battle, Karasawa finally heard the sound of Matsuda Jinpei squeezing out from behind his teeth.
"If this is how you tried to stir up my emotions, you did it. I was very angry indeed, joker."
"Then remember this anger, Mr. Policeman. 正体を见せろ!"
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“Hiss...!”
Yoji Motohashi stood up staggeringly, holding on to the wall beside him, groping in panic with trembling fingers. The left side of my face.
His face was covered with sweat, and big tears were falling down the edges of his glasses.
It was not that he was feeling sad or other emotions, but that in his hallucination just now, he saw a bomb hit his left eye with his own eyes. The severe pain and scorching light made him Physiological tears burst into his eyes.
Now, even though the hallucination has faded, the severe pain still remains on his face, making him feel frightened.
He was going crazy, or in other words, he was already crazy. He was completely driven crazy by this weird scene that constantly created phantom pain and made him die painfully in hallucinations over and over again.
It was past 12 o'clock, and his performance notice had been sent out. This should have been his happiest and most proud day in the past few years.
He has made those who have experienced his power spend three years in fear, and now it is clearly time to accept the results...
What is going on? !
Is it because today is the date when he is going to start performing? !
Impossible, absolutely impossible. Today is obviously a good day for him, an absolutely important day. It is the opening ceremony of his gorgeous performance. He will only feel excited and happy, just like he does every day. It is like when a prepared mechanism is placed in a designed place.
How could he keep seeing frightening hallucinations of explosions because he wanted to create explosions, even to the point where he could no longer distinguish between reality and illusion, driving himself crazy? !
Someone wants to harm him, someone must want to harm him...
Yoji Motohashi's eyes widened, his bloodshot eyes moved in panic in his eye sockets, and then suddenly widened even wider, his eyes almost went from thin to thin. The face is out of frame.
Yes, if someone harmed him, then he, then he could go to a "psychiatrist"...!
With trembling fingertips, Yoji Motohashi took out his mobile phone and pressed the number as if he had found a life-saving straw.
"Hey, hey...doctor, doctor, it's me, Motohashi, help me, I'm being targeted..."
"Idiot, since you know you are being targeted, shut up."
The voice distorted by the voice changer revealed an emotionless calmness, which made Motohashi sweat-soaked. Yoji still shivered instinctively behind his back.
He knew that he should not make this call. Those who bought the works from him repeatedly reiterated that they could not contact them unless the police had already traced him and immediately followed the clues to find them.
But driven by the instinct of survival, Yoji Motohashi no longer cares about so much.
"I went to help them with 'after-sales' this morning, and then I was targeted! They must have found you, save me, save me quickly...!"
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"So, are they the Phantom Thieves of Heart who handled that batch of goods this morning? Well, that's interesting." The voice on the other side of the phone rose slightly, "Okay, I get it. We'll handle it. Take a pill first." , don’t call this number again.”
“But—! Hello?” Motohashi Yoji was unwilling to say anything more, but the other party hung up the phone.
He gritted his teeth, took a few breaths, and his emotions gradually calmed down.
Since the other party already knows who his enemy is, then those people who are omnipotent and have unimaginable energy must have a way to deal with his troubles.
... Of course, it is also possible to deal with him directly.
Fortunately, the police who are still under his control have not yet caught any clues about him. The priority now should be to protect his stable supply of goods.
Soothing himself, Motohashi Yoji slowly stood up straight, took out a pill bottle from his pocket, and randomly stuffed two pills into his mouth.
As the medicine slid into his stomach, whether it was a psychological effect or not, Yoji Motohashi felt a little more confident.
The sharp noises around him eased slightly after hanging up the phone. By the time Yoji Motohashi walked out of the alley step by step, the noise that had been ringing in his head for almost an hour finally subsided a little. .
Could it be that this medicine can directly deal with the influence of the Phantom Thieves of the Heart...
Thinking about these questions in his mind, he felt guilty and did not dare to go further into the alleyway ahead. He had to choose the exit on the other side and slowly walked out of the back alley of the store.
The surroundings were quiet. There were no sudden explosions or sudden sparks.
Yoji Motohashi stayed tentatively for a moment, and finally breathed a sigh of relief.
He knew that those people would have a plan.
Motohashi Yoji, who felt a little more relaxed, was about to stride away. When he glanced out of the corner of his eye, he saw something flashing in the trash can beside him.
Motohashi Yoji, who felt something was wrong, concentrated a little and quickly saw what was in the trash can.
That's the reflection of the glasses.
To be more precise, it is a person wearing glasses on the left side, the eyeball, or the reflection of the corpse.
This is half of his face that was destroyed by the bomb that exploded five minutes ago.
Yoji Motohashi felt a terrible pain on his face, and his pupils suddenly contracted.
"Ah——!!!"
Standing on the other side of the road, leaning against the wall and blowing bubbles, Asai Naomi rubbed his ears and held the headphones a little further away.
It sounds pretty loud, you pervert.
"It sounds like that organization has prepared some means to deal with us." Putting on the headphones again, Asai Narumi said softly.
"It's a pity that they can't even touch our heels now." Miyano Akemi sneered softly, listening to the changed tone of Yoji Motohashi's scream in the headphones.
Yoji Motohashi, who was screaming, dialed the number again regardless. However, this time, all the members of the Phantom Thieves following him heard clearly the sweet and hollow tone on the phone indicating that the number was empty.
There is no doubt that Motohashi Yoji, the guy who has been targeted by them, was given up by those people after confirming that he could not escape the encirclement and suppression of the Phantom Thieves.
(End of this chapter)