Chapter 787 Ireland: Just wait for me
"I really don't understand why the police station hires people like that." Miwako Sato, who sat back at her desk, couldn't help but yell at the colleagues around her. complained.
Although with the convenience of contact, the people in the Search Class 1 calmed each other down a little, she was still furious when she thought of what Conan mentioned on the phone.
The environment in the detention center is very complex. There are various prisoners detained there, including gangsters detained due to public security issues and suspects temporarily detained due to cases.
In addition, because the detention center is basically a temporary detention center, it does not have the orderly arrangements of a formal prison. It is equivalent to a very rough Datongpu. Living for a long time under such conditions is inherently difficult. It's already torture.
Tangze's case took two months from detention to trial, which is not a long time from the perspective of a criminal case, but keeping a minor in a detention center for such a long time must have caused him a lot of suffering.
In the end, there happened to be a scum like Toru Adachi who wielded his sword to vent his anger on the weak!
"This case has been dragging on for such a long time, and the victims have appeared one after another. It must be quite stressful to police them." Shiratori Rensaburo guessed.
"I'm under a lot of pressure, but I can't be so non-vegetarian..." Sato Miwako shook her head, but she didn't use fierce words to criticize her anymore.
The design of multiple serial murder cases in many places, and the announcement of the murderer has such a strong meaning, the Metropolitan Police Department has been under considerable pressure.
Choosing to use Toru Adachi, a former detective with a dubious background, at this juncture is an exaggeration to say that he sought medical attention due to a sudden illness, but the real considerations are probably not too far off.
The death scene of the previous victim was very horrifying, and the next victim may appear at any time. Now their most important job is to solve the case, and they can no longer stick to means.
"I have to admit that Toru Adachi has a really keen sense of smell on serial murder cases, which allows the police station to temporarily ignore some of his personal flaws." Shiratori Rensaburo, who has already read through the files. He said pertinently, "If we have to blame, we can probably only blame our lack of ability."
If they can independently solve such a major case, the police force certainly does not want to invite Toru Adachi or Kogoro Mori. I don't even want to call all the police from the places involved.
Except for Kogoro Mori, who is already active in Tokyo and does not ask for payment from them for participating in the case, the others are all funds...
"Ha, the criminal police from Nagano Prefecture and Gunma Prefecture are here. I'm going to pick them up." Wataru Takagi, who walked out of Megure Jusan's office, exhaled as soon as he returned to his seat. "The police from Kyoto will probably be there too." Let’s go to the JR station together. What if they bump into Tohru Adachi..."
Everyone understood what he meant.
Toru Adachi was originally the policeman who got involved in the Karasawa case. In other words, he should have been working in Kyoto, and the policemen who came here knew him.
If this guy’s unclear background is known to police officers from all over the country, the Metropolitan Police Department will be really embarrassed.
"There is no way. On his way to Izu for on-site investigation, he solved another serial case that lasted for more than a year. The police will definitely take his opinions seriously." Shiratori Rensaburo can I understand Takagi's thoughts, but I can't help but be pessimistic.
If he can solve cases, and can solve the long-standing backlog of important cases, the Metropolitan Police Department's patience with him will increase infinitely, and he will be given some conveniences within the scope of his authority, and it will not be a problem to turn a blind eye.
After all, the task of the criminal police is to solve the case. If the case cannot be solved, the murderer will go free and continue to create more cases and panic. If the professional ethics is in place, no one will look down upon you even if you break the law.
These people all know it well, so they can only sit here and talk fast.
Miwako Sato lowered her head, squeezed the notes in her hand, and reluctantly opened the photos of the scene again.
"Can't the case be solved without relying on such a wicked guy? I don't believe in evil anymore..."
"Sato." Shiratori Rensaburo interrupted her next words and pointed to the passage behind them with his eyes.
Toru Adachi, holding a stack of dossier information in his hand, was walking out of the archives room, passed through their workstations, and walked slowly towards the office area on the other side.
When passing by their location, he didn’t know whether he heard their previous discussion or felt their hostility and targeting that was almost obvious. He glanced around with squinting eyes, holding a cigarette in his mouth. The corners of his mouth curled up before he slowly walked away.
"This guy..." Knowing that he had officially started work and was about to be assigned to a suitable office area, Miwako Sato looked at his shaky and unkempt back, and she was irritated. Grinding teeth.
This arrogant face, with a look like "I just like that you can't stand me but can't kill me", made her furious.
"Our exclusion is already very obvious, Sato, please be restrained." Shiratori Rensaburo advised, "The investigation will begin soon, and the police force will not allow us to do anything too outrageous."
"Well, let's do it again. If he is targeted, he might take the opportunity to cause trouble for Karasawa-kun again." Takagi Wataru remembered what Conan said on the phone that Karasawa had begun to suffer from anxiety and insomnia due to Adachi Toru's appearance, so he turned sideways and blocked Sato Miwako. With an angry look, "Don't worry about him yet. There are things more worthy of concern than him."
Miwako Sato was stunned, not understanding what Takagi Wataru meant: "The investigation of the case? But this case Hasn’t the mahjong tile murder case been handed over to the joint investigation team..."
"No, Sato." After exchanging a look with Shiratori Rensaburo, Takagi Wataru took a breath, "The hospital said, Motohashi. Yoji is almost recovered, we should bring him back for interrogation."
More than ten meters away, Ireland, who had been unlucky all day, shrank his neck and looked around Ruoyou with unkind eyes. His other police officers cursed inwardly.
Is this some policeman who is staring at him from behind, preparing to give him a cold blow, right...
Damn, he knows that Kumail can hold grudges for a trivial matter for twenty years or so. You can't trust a small-minded person at all. Look at the identities he and Bourbon provided. What are they?
When Belmod handed Adachi Toru a complete set of information and certificates into his hands, he only said that this was a nail in the organization's police force, and he resigned after it had played a role. Ben's hand was reactivated and he got a job as a sinecure in the Metropolitan Police Department. Didn't he tell him that there was such a big trap behind this identity? !
When he walked into the Metropolitan Police Department building, after he introduced his name, people from the search section kept paying attention to him, making him always in the eyes of others and not daring to make any small moves. Not to mention, tea was poured on him, stepped on, and tripped along the way. When he was printing a document, a long queue suddenly formed in front of the machine. When he was having a cigarette, he was scolded several times that this was not a smoking area, which got him a lawsuit all over his head.
The most outrageous thing is that he just wanted to go to the vending machine to buy coffee. As soon as he threw the coin in, the police came and used the "malfunctioning" seal to seal the entire panel in front of him. I didn’t buy the coffee, and I couldn’t even spit out the change!
He spent a lot of time eavesdropping and carefully checked the resume of "Toru Adachi", only to find out that this identity was actually the enemy of Akira Karasawa, whom Kumail was replacing now, and the gangster responsible for capturing him back to the base at the time. police.
To say that Kumail had no selfish motives when he provided this identity, you wouldn’t believe it even to death, right? !
I don’t know how Kumail managed to win so much sympathy and trust. During the entire search, I almost had the word “unwelcome” written on my face and refused to cooperate with him at all. Work.
When I think about how much workplace bullying he will suffer for the fake Kumail in the next period of time, and maybe he will be targeted more thoroughly when the other party shows up, Ireland feels I can't get angry anymore.
Due to the difference in body shape, the suit he was wearing was already tight and somewhat forced, and now he felt even more suffocated.
He shouldn't have listened to Belmod's lies and changed his original action plan! He saw that this woman of unknown age was completely attracted by that pretty boy!
Just wait, he will find his place sooner or later...
With a dark roar in his heart, Ireland sat in front of the computer at his workstation, typing hard on the keyboard, his fingers typing in numbers and passwords with extra effort. Use force.
The top priority is to make good use of the permissions of this identity and check the information you need first.
He also needs to look for cases that may involve Gin or Kumel. The amount of text that needs to be reviewed is huge, and he has no time to argue with Kumel.
Just wait for me, Kumel, Bourbon, you dark conspirators, sooner or later you will be counterattacked...
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Numbered by Ireland Tang Ze had a premonition and suddenly opened his half-closed eyes.
He looked at Kiharakawa sitting next to him suspiciously for a moment, and for a while he glanced at the bug that Mao Lilan had secretly stuck on the side of the folder with a paper clip. He couldn't find the source of the malice, and then started again. Slowly relax.
Who is speaking ill of him loudly behind his back?
After dimming the room lights, Kiharakawa, who was guiding Karasawa step by step, apparently misunderstood his reaction to waking up. He smiled helplessly and pushed Karasawa, who had sat up, back onto the recliner without any doubt.
"Relax, relax, take a deep breath, take it easy... Is it still difficult? Maybe, some music? But I think your hearing is a bit too sharp, and the extra sounds may disturb your concentration. Otherwise Try some incense?”
Faced with Karasawa, who was still struggling on the edge of wakefulness and coma, Kiharakawa showed extra patience.
If it weren't for the fact that he looked very much like Ichikawa Karasawa, Karasawa would have believed that he was really a good doctor who was responsible and ethical.
It’s been half an hour, and it’s still not working despite his dry mouth. It’s a shame he can still hold his nerve.
"Yes, that's good. Let's do it again, look at my hands." Kiharachuan lowered his tone again and once again entered that deep and magnetic voice. Each of his syllables is like a carefully crafted note, and the pitch and beats match well, like a slowly played melody, flowing slowly.
He slowly lowered his hand and placed it on Tang Ze's arm, as if acting as a support, he grabbed Tang Ze's arm.
“Imagine a color, such as dark blue. Imagine an endless ocean or blue sky, with waves gently lapping at the shore. The wind blows on your face, and you smell something...”
Kiharagawa, who was persevering, once again covered Karasawa's field of vision with a piece of solid-colored paper and began to guide.
Karasawa's eyes moved away from Kiharagawa's hand. With the dimness of the environment and the approaching objects, his pupils slowly dilated, as if they were losing focus and looking towards a non-existent location.
But in fact, what unfolded in front of Tang Ze at this moment was not the blue sea, blue sky or Death Stranding, but the system interface that he was very familiar with.
Although he did not enter the battle, Karasawa clearly saw a line of text prompt bubbles [Kiharagawa turned his eyes to you and was trying to hypnotize you], which was displayed in the interface.
These are some prompts that occasionally appear during battles. They are used to indicate the enemy's actions or goals, and to predict that there may be a big move in the next round. They are used to remind players to prepare a response strategy. .
After coming to this world, since the battle mode is no longer turn-based, Tang Ze has only seen this kind of information before certain boss transition stages. He was a little surprised to see something so new.
Being able to get hints, this guy might be a guy like Maruki who has not yet awakened but already has cognitive abilities...
Thinking about it this way, it seems that there is hard work and hard work in Kihara River without credit. Suffering from reciting the sutra for half an hour, Tang Ze's eyes flashed.
He cut a P, put away the invalid P that had been hanging outside during daily activities, and cut out the twenty-faced face that he had not used for a long time.
No way, he really doesn’t have many masks that are less passive. The characteristics of Twenty Faces are mainly focused on attack, so let’s make do with it.
Come on, let him see how far cognitive hypnosis can reach in the context of Ke Xue, and whether it can reach Maruki's level of skipping classes by relying on super powers. He will wait and see.
I don't know how the person sitting in front of me is working hard to level up with compassion. From Kiharagawa's perspective, I can only see that Karasawa's eyes are gradually becoming distracted, his body is sliding down unconsciously, and the tense muscles in his palms are also relaxing.
His efforts seemed to have finally paid off.
With a faint light in his eyes, Kiyuanchuan pursued the victory without any intention of giving up when he was ready.
It is not an easy opportunity to get in touch with Tang Zezhao himself without anyone noticing.
Now, he can contact Tang Zezhao alone, and even use treatment methods on him without any scruples. It is more of a time lag than his personal ability.
Relying on the information about Karasawa Ikawa, he was able to discover the appearance of this child at the first time, and he applied as quickly as possible to be the psychiatrist of Didan High School.
Originally, there seemed to be another lucky person in front of him. Because he was born in Emperor Dan, he had more advantages than him.
He almost couldn't hold back his impulse and thought of some means to replace the other party. Fortunately, before he made the arrangements, this guy who was not sure whether he was lucky or unlucky encountered an unexpected incident, otherwise there would have been more twists and turns. .
In short, it is rare to be able to sit here, come into contact with Tang Zezhao himself, and even have the opportunity to directly manipulate the opponent, and Kiharagawa has always been the one to predict the opportunity.
Without hesitation, he began to try deep hypnosis, and a faint golden light danced in his eyes.
"Here you are free, without any constraints or restrictions. The darkness and confinement leave you, the world is open, the warm water surrounds you, and you slowly sink into it..."
As Kiharagawa's voice became softer and lowered, Karasawa clearly saw a brand new debuff flashing next to his avatar.
Although it was quickly overwhelmed by the buff from the brooch bound to the body, the extraordinarily tough Kihara River kept trying. It kept trying to refresh, working hard and tenaciously to refresh. A sense of presence.
It’s hard to say whether he is strong or not, but Kiharakawa really has some unique power.
Karazawa, who had already expected it, was not surprised. He just watched the poor debuff jump up and down silently, and then silently felt the actual experience brought about by Kiharagawa's so-called hypnosis.
There is indeed a sense of relief. Sitting in a dark room, a feeling similar to sunlight slowly fills the senses, making people feel happy.
It’s not very strong, and it doesn’t seem to be very coercive, but it does take effect without deliberate confrontation.
This may be related to Kiharagawa's current operation. Let's try again to see what effect Kiharagawa will have if he wants to give more commanding or negative guidance.
Thinking like this, Tang Ze made a gesture of being completely enveloped and immersed in this power, closed his eyes, and leaned back on the recliner in complete relaxation.
When he said relax, he really dared to relax. The joints and muscles that he had never consciously maintained in a state of preparation for war were really relaxed. He lay flat on his back with his head completely unprotected, leaving his throat and other fatal vital parts untouched. Exposed in front of Kihara River.
This was contrary to Tangze's habits and training, but as long as this was a necessary disguise, he could easily adjust to his condition.
Such a thorough disguise really deceived Kihara River.
Kiharagawa, who took off his glasses, increased the strength of his fingers, making sure that the muscles under his palms did not react with any resistance, and smiled with a confident smile.
He is different, or in other words, he is unique.
He was basking in the academic glory of his senior, who had no haze. He had been looking up at the pioneer hanging high in the sky like a scorching sun for many years, but he would go further than his senior. He knew it already.
"You can open your eyes now. How do you feel, Karasawa-kun?"
Under Kiharagawa's expectant gaze, Karasawa reopened his eyes. His light blue eyes still maintained a slightly dilated pupil, and his face was pale. Peaceful, one should even say, blank.
He opened his eyes as requested by Kiharakawa, but there was no additional physiological feedback, nor did he answer his questions, as if his consciousness had really fallen into sleep.
Kiharakawa looked at his face carefully, as if he wanted to find some traces on it, and as if he was considering how to cook a piece of food that fell into his hands.
"Karasawa-kun, can you see things?" Kiharakawa asked tentatively in a voice that was very close to Karasawa Ikawa's.
Hearing such a voice in his ears, Tang Ze felt very disgusted in his heart, but he controlled his eyelids and did not blink at all.
Faced with Kiharachuan's problem, he suddenly had an idea.
Is the end point of the knowledge of knowledge, the power of making one's wishes come true...
So, in Kiharagawa's expectant eyes, Karasawa, who was looking straight ahead, blinked. , then his eyes moved, and the focus of his sight suddenly changed.
It was as if he saw something, something that Kiharakawa could not see at all.
Kiharagawa's fingers tightened with excitement.
He felt that this time, he was really close to catching...
(End of this chapter)