"Breakfast will start in fifteen minutes, please tidy up your room as soon as possible..."

Hearing a prompt on the radio, Akio Kuroda, who was immersed in his own thoughts, immediately sat up reflexively, and then began to need a quasi-bath every morning.

"Crack!"

As the cell door of the cell began to slowly open, Akio Kuroda slowly walked out of the cell. As soon as he went out, a cellmate who had been standing behind him for the past few days took the initiative to talk to him:

"Hey, new here! Did you know Mr. Hojo before?"

"Me? Me? I've never met Mr. Hojo before..."

"Ah...then you are lucky. With Mr. Hojo's care, no one will bully you in the future!"

"what?"

...

"No one is allowed to speak!"

Just as Kuroda Shoji was thinking about whether to ask the other party about Mr. Hojo's origin, the criminal officer in charge of guarding the prisoners suddenly interrupted his conversation with the other party. Immediately, the prisoners lined up one by one, and then slowly walked in the direction of the dining hall.

...

The breakfast in the Tokyo detention center is still the same as usual, simple, small and average. Although it seems unremarkable, this is the classic breakfast summed up by the Tokyo Detention Center over the years. Small quantities...meaning that most people can't save food to share with others. Averaging is an excuse to try to avoid conflict among prisoners. But... it's such a simple dish, but there are still parts that make people look forward to it. The unremarkable soup that night was the biggest expectation of all prisoners every day.

The clear soup base seasoned with kelp and bonito is paired with a piece of radish that has been stewed until soft. When you bite down, your mouth is full of the umami of the sea. Even the stomach began to feel peristalsis. Even Kuroda, who had long lost confidence in life, could not help but feel some emotions when facing this bowl of regular soup.

...

After lunch, inmates in the detention center will have about 15 minutes to move around. Although it was not long, but... it was a rare time for the prisoners to let loose in a day. When Kuroda came to the playground contentedly, although the weather outside was still cold, Kuroda felt warm because of the breakfast. Just when he was just moving his arms on the playground, the prisoner who accosted him in the morning did not know when he came to him, and then said enthusiastically to Kuroda.

"Ah, what a coincidence! I didn't expect to meet again!"

"Ah... good morning!"

"My name is Tai Abe, and I live next door to you!"

"Uh... please take care of me!"

"Hey... I thought the prisoner of the Tokyo subway bombing would be very irritable, but I didn't expect... little brother, are you good at dealing with it!"

"Me? Uh...ah...yeah!"

"Listen to my advice, if you put aside the fact that you have been sentenced to death, it will be a lot easier to live here? Speaking of... Although everyone has been sentenced to death, you can actually live here. For a long time? The ministers of the Ministry of Justice are now all Bodhisattvas in order to vote, and no one is willing to sign our approval letter! But...you have such a big business, maybe it is!"

Maybe it's been a long time since I talked to anyone! The prisoner named Abeta seemed to be very enthusiastic about Kuroda... After the two chatted for a while, Kuroda Shoji picked up the plane and shifted the topic to the mysterious Mr. Hojo. .

"That... Mr. Abe... What the **** is that Mr. Hojo! Why... why..."

"You want to ask why the criminal officer is so polite to him? It's not surprising, he was a congressman from Osaka before he came in, big man! Do you think such a person is the criminal officer who dares to offend him? Is it?"

"Congressman, no! How could a Congressman..."

"It's all caused by women! Do you know the case of the murder of Ginza's **** woman in Ginza a few years ago? I heard that he did it... ah... man! As long as you meet a beautiful woman, you must be Nothing good!"

...

Hearing what Mr. Abe said, Akio Kuroda could not help but look at Mr. Hojo who was talking to someone in the distance. I saw Mr. Hojo nodded silently after saying a few words to others. I really don't know why he, who used to be a congressman, lives here with such peace of mind. Could it be that... a person like him can't find a way to exonerate himself?

...

"Mr. Kuroda, are we under the Tokyo Detention Center now?"

"Wait a minute, you're standing over there, I need to use a total station to measure the position here..."

Under the command of Kuroda, his helper took the measuring pole and stood at the designated position in the distance, and then Kuroda carefully measured it through the total station.

About ten minutes later, when Kuroda straightened up again contentedly, he looked around at the surrounding environment, and then pointed to a wall behind him and said:

"The wall will not be moved. The current position is just above the cafeteria in the prison. At that time, as long as the companions inside lead people to the designated position, the rest... It's up to us!"

Hearing Kuroda's words, his partner who had been with him for many days immediately showed an excited smile. I saw that he happily unloaded the backpack on his shoulders, and then began to take out the items in the backpack one by one, and put them on the ground neatly~lightnovelpub.net~ Has the time been determined? Just for breakfast tomorrow... right? "

"Hey, the news I heard is this... When the time is up, they will find a way to guide people to the designated positions, and then we will be responsible for getting people out!"

Well then... Since that's the case, we can just rest for a while.

While talking, Kuroda Shoji sat wearily on the stone steps beside him, and then looked at the environment around the top with a flashlight. Speaking of which... After so many years, Kuroda really misses the years in the Tokyo Detention Center! As the only death row inmate who managed to escape from there. Kuroda knew the entire structure of the Tokyo detention center inside and out. And that's one of the reasons why he was implicated.

"I can't believe that after so many years, the Tokyo Detention Center will never grow up!"

Kuroda secretly despised the designer of the detention center in his heart, and then he took out the map and carefully looked at the location of the Tokyo detention center above his head. The Tokyo Detention Center, surrounded by the two water systems of the Arakawa and Ayase Rivers, can't escape as long as you can go underground...