"Crunch—"

The wheels rubbed against the snow and dragged out two long marks, and the car swung its tail and precisely stuck into the parking space.

Matsuda Jinhei used to have a boy who was very good at drag racing, and he adapted well to Miwako Sato's drag racing skills. He unfastened his seat belt and got out of the car first, turning his head to look at the distribution of vehicles in the parking lot.

The car of the person who the reservoir staff said was the first to come back to see the situation happened to be parked next to it, and there was no one in it.

Sato Miwako got out of the car immediately, and the two ran to the reservoir together.

The New Kitanosawa Village Reservoir is one of the newly built reservoirs in Japan in recent years. It is a famous tourist attraction in the area, showing an arched shape as a whole. The control room is at the higher position in the center of the arch, where you can see the whole reservoir.

Due to the recent snowfall, a thick layer of snow has accumulated on the water storage behind the reservoir, which looks like a wide snow plain from a distance, but Matsuda Jinpei knows that this is only the surface. Once something unexpected happened to the reservoir, the turbulent water flow under the seemingly harmless white snow would instantly engulf the entire village below.

There was a sign of [Stop Visiting] hanging in front of the door. They first checked the internal situation at the door, and after making sure that no one was ambushing behind them, they quickly ran into the interior of the reservoir.

The interior of the reservoir is quite empty, the first floor is very high, and there are basically no decorations inside. The lights fall from a very high place, and the environment is much darker than the outside. Miwako Sato looked around and found a person lying face down in front of a drainpipe.

Seeing the words [Beizhizawa Reservoir] printed on the clothes on the back of the man, she immediately understood that this was the internal staff of the reservoir, and ran forward to check.

"Hey, wake up! Cheer up!"

Matsuda Jinpei followed and squatted down next to the employee. He looked down and found that the employee had no obvious trauma, only two small burn marks on his clothes that were easily overlooked.

"It was an electric shock device. Someone attacked the employees of the reservoir."

Matsuda Jinhei's face was ugly. In the car, he made some guesses about the loss of contact with the reservoir staff, but he didn't expect to hit one of the worst ones.

He reached for the gun on his waist and pulled it out to hold it in his hand.

The police are one of the few special professions that can legally hold guns and are allowed to kill people in critical moments. However, there are strict restrictions on whether they can shoot.

After Matsuda Jinpei joined the search class, he basically subdued the criminals who tried to escape manually. There were very few situations where he needed to shoot. Instead, he held guns more often in police schools and training grounds.

"Matsuda, be careful!"

Miwako Sato also pulled out her gun, and reminded Matsuda Jinpei aloud.

Seniority is a very helpless thing in the Japanese workplace. Matsuda Jinpei, who is older than Sato and has less seniority than Sato in the search department, listened to the reminder of his senior, clenched the gun in his hand and nodded: "I know."

The situation was urgent, and they were short of manpower, unable to carry out further rescue of the employee, and the two continued to rush to the control room above.

The building was three stories high, and they ran up the stairs, only the sound of their hurried footsteps echoing in the empty space. The two quickly ran to the top floor. In front of the door of the control room, the two leaned on the door, one on the left and one on the right, and looked at each other. Miwako Sato nodded slightly.

Matsuda Jinpei clenched the gun in his hand, turned around and kicked open the door.

The fragile door panel fell to the floor with a clang, and Matsuda Jinpei raised his pistol and pointed it inside.

When they saw the scene inside, both of them were taken aback.

The control room was not big, and it was in a mess. File books, water cups, and recording pens fell in the shadows, and the heater was tilted on the ground. There were only two reservoir employees inside, one was lying face down on an instrument, and the other male employee wearing glasses was sitting on the cabinet, also unconscious.

Miwako Sato put down the gun for the time being, and went to the glasses employee for inspection: "This is also stunned by the electric shock device."

Standing behind her, Matsuda Jinpei carefully helped another employee to lean back on the chair, so as not to touch any switch by mistake if he continued to lie on the machine.

He frowned, and things were far worse than he had imagined.

The bombing of the hotel was not just for Keisuke Yamao to silence, but more likely to drag the two policemen who lived in the hotel. If the red-haired man didn't lie, then the mastermind of this incident, apart from this Yamao Keisuke, was someone who took him in after he was released from prison.

—And that person is very likely to be the murderer who killed Hagiwara Kenji in the past.

Yamao Yosuke didn't tell him the appearance of that college classmate, he just made a judgment based on a hasty look at the graduation photo.

The first row of graduation photos is mostly teachers, the first few rows are girls, and the taller boys will stand behind. There is no rule on who is left and right, and most people will stay with people with better relationships.

So the dead bomber three years ago, the person standing next to him is very likely to be the prisoner.

Thinking of this, Matsuda Jinpei gritted his teeth, his expression became uncontrollably ferocious, and he held the gun tightly.

For three years, he had dreamed of finding the damned bomber. After his application to be transferred to the Special Serious Cases Department was rejected, he even wanted to resign and pursue it by himself, but was sent to the search department by his boss...

He will never let that **** go.

Miwako Sato didn't notice his ugly face. Seeing that the reservoir was in critical condition, she quickly called the Niigata prefectural police again. In the voice of her narration, Matsuda Jinping quickly calmed down, and then realized a more important problem.

Keisuke Yamao robbed the jewelry store before and killed people for money, and the bomber who planted bombs in the apartment building and threatened the police also did it for money, so why did they attack the reservoir staff this time...for what?

There are reasons for doing crime, and newspaper or pleasure criminals who commit random crimes are only a minority.

After a light snowfall, the sky began to clear up. Sunlight fell into the control room through the window and shone on Matsuda Jinpei.

But he couldn't feel the slightest warmth, and a bad premonition came to his heart.

"Please come here as soon as possible! This is very likely to be another crime committed by the suspect in the Tokyo tunnel bomb case!... Don't say that the road is blocked by heavy snow. Now that the weather is clear, you can come here by other routes!"

Miwako Sato was still arguing with the Niigata prefectural police, and Matsuda Jinpei captured the key words in it.

bomb.

He almost rushed to the window, opened it with a swish, and stuck his head out to look out.

The cold wind outside was blowing on his face, as cold as a knife cutting his skin, Matsuda Zhenping looked up, his eyes widened in disbelief—

On the light gray outer wall more than ten meters away, several black bombs ~lightnovelpub.net~ that he was very familiar with and had seen yesterday were installed there.

"Sato! Let the Niigata prefectural police send a mobile team over - those two **** planted a bomb on the reservoir!!"

His volume was so loud that without Miwako Sato repeating it, the operator on the other end of the phone heard it directly: "What?!"

Matsuda Jinpei was in an extremely upset mood. He turned his head impatiently to pick up the phone, but the moment he turned his head, he saw a sneaky figure flash past the door of the control room.

In just an instant, he saw the other person's appearance clearly.

Slender face, parted hair, a pair of black-rimmed glasses...

This is the face of the person standing next to the bomber in the graduation photo.

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Strive to end the 15 minutes of silence this week, and the next task is Hoho Bourbon and Ley...

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