"Teacher, your malt whiskey..."
"However, teacher, you didn't tell me where the whiskey was produced, so I chose this Scotch single malt whiskey..."
Toru Amuro handed over the wine glass and looked at the brown liquid in the glass with complicated eyes.
Facing the wine glass handed to him by Toru Amuro, Qin Zhibo, who was worried about the bomb, suddenly had a plan in mind.
"come over..."
Seeing Qin Zhibo's mysterious look, Toru Amuro was stunned for a moment, "Huh?"
"Come here for a moment."
Toru Amuro: "..."
Qin Zhibo pulled Amuro Toru aside and whispered: "Don't tell others that I found a bomb under the table at the venue."
Toru Amuro's head buzzed, a surprised expression appeared on his face, and he immediately went under the table, and sure enough he saw the bomb with the timer numbers jumping.
This is...
Toru Amuro suddenly emerged from under the table, surprising the guests who happened to be passing by.
"Ah~"
"I'm a staff member here and I'm checking the tables at the venue. Please don't worry."
Toru Amuro smiled kindly, and with the waiter uniform he was wearing, he explained easily.
I found another table and got in. There was also a bomb bound underneath.
Relying on the bomb knowledge he learned from his former colleagues, Amuro Toru understood the explosion principle of this bomb at a glance.
This kind of bomb has two detonation methods. The digital timer is a countdown detonation, and the signal receiver next to it is a remote control detonation.
In other words, regardless of the purpose of the person who planted the bomb, the bomb must explode.
Normally, the purpose of installing bombs in a new building is to hijack the building and hostages and extort ransom, but I have been working here since the day and have not found anyone acting suspiciously among the staff.
Coupled with such a large number of bombs and a style of detonating them no matter what, it could only be the work of that man.
Gin!
Careless!
Amuro Toru had a grim expression and gritted his teeth. He originally thought that Gin would do something small in the venue, but he didn't expect that it would be such a big scene.
There were almost 30 round tables in the venue, and Toru Amuro couldn't check them all one by one.
Returning to Qin Zhibo, Toru Amuro said in a deep voice: "There are a lot of bombs, and they are detonated in two ways: timed detonation and remote control detonation..."
Toru Amuro didn't say the rest. Even if he knew how to defuse bombs, there was no way he could defuse all the bombs in a short time.
And as long as his actions cause abnormal reactions from the surrounding guests, it will inevitably make Gin, who is definitely nearby, suspicious.
Then...Boom!
The top priority now is to figure out Gin's purpose. He must not only install these bombs to blow up this illegal building.
The most direct way is to ask him himself.
It's just that although he is also a figure in the organization, he has never dealt with Gin. Using his own identity to ask Gin about his mission will definitely not yield any results.
I have to find someone who is closer to Gin...
An idea flashed through Amuro, and the figure of that person suddenly appeared in his mind.
"Teacher, let me go out first..."
Without waiting for Qin Zhibo's reply, Toru Amuro rushed out.
At this time, grand background music came from the stage.
Qin Zhibo returned to the venue, and Mio Tokiwa, who was wearing a gorgeous dress, walked to the center of the stage, and the microphone automatically rose.
"Everyone came here specially to attend the opening ceremony of the Joban Group Twin Towers skyscraper today. Thank you very much."
"Here, I would like to invite everyone to play a little game."
"This game is named after my late father, Tokiwa Kinsei, and also has the meaning of celebrating the 30th anniversary of the founding of Tokiwa Group..."
Mio Tokiwa started to introduce the rules of the game, which is to count 30 seconds, and the person who guesses closest to 30 seconds is the winner.
“As for the winner’s reward, it’s a Ford Mustang convertible for you to drive home.”
After the words fell, the crowd was in an uproar.
The market price of this car is around 10 million yen. Now you only need to guess correctly and you can own it in 30 seconds. How can you not be excited?
"However, if two people guess correctly at the same time, the winner will be decided by guessing."
"The loser of the guessing game has no choice but to ride this mountaineering off-road bicycle with a helmet attached."
Mio Tokiwa's teasing made everyone in the venue laugh. Stimulated by the only big prize, almost everyone was gearing up and eager to try.
For the sake of fairness, everyone who plays the game must hand in their watches first, and then return them with gems of equal value afterwards.
Qin Zhibo didn't understand this step of taking off his pants and farting, but he still handed over his Casio and got a small flag.
In fact, Qin Zhibo also had a small calculation in mind.
As long as he can get this Ford Mustang and resell it second-hand, he can raise enough money to buy the third floor of the office.
In Qin Zhibo's Chinese perspective, buying a house is still more important than owning a car, not to mention that he can rely on a car rental contract to block the time bug in this world.
As for the bomb in the venue, Qin Zhibo felt that even if it couldn't be demolished, the car itself should be insured, and he would still make money if it blew up.
It's just that without his watch, Qin Zhibo really has no confidence in his extremely unreliable sense of time. It is impossible to win the timed competition by relying on his strength.
So, Qin Zhibo looked under the round table next to him.
There's a time-controlled bomb there.
There is a digital display with a countdown on it...
Qin Zhibo: "..."
After thinking for a moment, Qin Zhibo decided to give up this very dangerous idea.
Not to mention that taking out a bomb will cause commotion in the venue, even if you hold a digital display, you will definitely be considered as cheating, and your grades will not count.
If you get under the table, the speed of raising the flag will slow down again, and you will miss the best opportunity.
So although this solution is very cool, it is not actually feasible.
However, the digital countdown reminded Qin Zhibo that he had another way to obtain the counter.
That is the countdown to your own mission.
After coming into contact with the first murder case, that is, the death of Representative Oki, the 72-hour countdown of the mission has not ended yet, with less than 12 hours left.
The numbers on the mission countdown completely follow the time of this world, and Qin Zhibo knows this.
So just...
...
"preparation--"
"start!"
Following Secretary Sawaguchi's order, everyone closed their eyes but read numbers on their lips.
A large number of digital sounds form a torrent of sounds, interfering with each other, and many people lose their rhythm halfway through reading.
Only Qin Zhibo was a breath of fresh air among the crowd, neither closing his eyes nor reading out the numbers.
He just stared silently at the upper left corner of his field of vision...
【11:42:21】
【11:42:20】
【11:42:19】
...
Suddenly, Mouri Kogoro and Qin Zhibo in the crowd raised their flags at the same time.
"Okay! The guests over there holding the blue flag..."
"And the one with the red flag!"
"Brother Shen!"
"Um!"
When Shen Changqing walks on the road, whenever he encounters familiar people, he will say hello or nod to each other.
But no matter who it is.
There was no unnecessary expression on everyone's face, as if they were indifferent to everything.
To this.
Shen Changqing has become accustomed to it.
Because this is the Demon Suppression Division, an organization that maintains the stability of the Qin Dynasty. Its main responsibility is to kill monsters and monsters. Of course, there are also some other side jobs.
It can be said.
Everyone in the Demon Suppression Division has a lot of blood on their hands.
When a person is used to seeing life and death, he will become indifferent to many things.
When he first came to this world, Shen Changqing was a little uncomfortable, but he got used to it over time.
The Demon-Suppressing Division is huge.
Those who can stay in the Demon Suppressing Division are all powerful masters, or those who have the potential to become masters.
Shen Changqing belongs to the latter.
Among them, the Demon Suppressor Division is divided into two professions, one is the Guardian Envoy and the other is the Demon Slayer.
Anyone who enters the Demon Suppression Department starts from the lowest level as a demon slayer.
Then he will be promoted step by step, and he is expected to eventually become a guardian envoy.
Shen Changqing's predecessor was a trainee demon slayer in the Demon Suppression Division, and he was also the lowest level among the demon slayers.
Possessing the memory of a previous life.
He is also very familiar with the environment of the Demon Suppression Division.
It didn't take long for Shen Changqing to stop in front of a loft.
Unlike other places in the Demon Suppressing Division that were full of chills, the attic here seemed to stand out from the crowd, showing a different kind of tranquility in the bloody Demon Suppressing Division.
At this time, the attic door was open, and occasionally people came in and out.
Shen Changqing only hesitated for a moment before stepping in.
Enter the attic.
The environment changes in vain.
The fragrance of ink mixed with the faint smell of blood hit his face, making him frown instinctively, but then relaxed it quickly.
There is almost no way to cleanse away the smell of blood on everyone in the Demon-Suppressing Division.
