Wakamiko was in a complicated mood and didn't know what kind of expression she should use to treat him.
"Mrs. Ruomu," Kuromu Ren greeted first, "Is Wen Ren awake?"
"I just woke up." Wakamu Miko put away her complicated mood, "The doctor is inside, please forgive Mr. Kuroki for his thoughts."
Kuroki Jin smiled and said with a hint of apology: "Part of the responsibility for this incident lies with me. If it weren't for something I asked Mr. Wen to do before, he wouldn't have been targeted by the prisoner this time."
Wakamiko nodded, accepting Kuroki Jin's explanation.
Seeing this, Kuroki Ren didn't say anything more. He said he would come see him later, then turned and left.
At the corner, Sato Miwako stood there with a half-smile, as if waiting for him.
"What do you say?" she asked.
Heimuren helplessly spread his hands, "You should be relatively indifferent to me, but that's normal. After all, I am the one who indirectly caused Wen Ren to get hurt."
"Mr. Kuroki cannot be blamed for this!" Behind Sato, Takagi leaned out half of his body. "If Mr. Kuroki hadn't found a breakthrough point, the final result would still be unknown."
"Does Officer Takagi really think so?" Kuroki Jin raised his eyebrows.
"..." Takagi scratched his head in embarrassment.
He and Sato discussed it, one holding and the other stimulating, to see if they could pry out some information from Kuroki Jin.
They interrogated Kitajima Kohei, but he refused to say a word. They also investigated Masato Ruomu's background, but Masato Ruomu cleared him up in a few words.
There are too many people with guns in Japan. Although it would be a bit reckless to shoot in front of the police, you can still fool them.
After all, Wakamaki Masato shot and threatened a criminal, and no one was killed. With the gun license, at most the police could criticize and educate him.
Kuroki Jin and Sato Takagi were walking in the garden of the hospital. They were either doctors or patients and their families coming and going. Although there was no laughter or laughter, it was unusually harmonious.
"Let me meet Kitajima Kohei."
Kuroki Ren looked from the garden to Ruomu Wenren's ward on the third floor. He was too far away to see anything, but he could picture Wenren obediently saying thank you.
Sato frowned slightly, but then he remembered what Tokimegu said and nodded in agreement: "Okay."
Kuroki Jin met Kitajima Kohei in the interrogation room of the Metropolitan Police Department. The arrogance and anger in the latter's body disappeared, his palms were wrapped with gauze, and he sat quietly on a chair.
This is the first time for Kuroki Jin to see such a calm Kitajima Kohei. Whether it is the first suicide attempt or the second design explosion, his plans have always been crazy.
Even when his identity was finally exposed, he never gave up any opportunity to sow discord.
He looks like he's been hit now.
"This is the third time we have met," Kuroki Ren was the first to speak, "not counting the time you looked at me on the roof before."
Kitajima Kohei shook his head and said for the first time after being imprisoned: "No, we have met many times."
"I've been squatting in candy houses, and I've also used tricks in bars. I have to say, they are really good at talking tricks."
Outside, Gao Mushe's face suddenly turned red.
"You were the one who drugged Chengshi and invaded the candy house."
"It was me." Kitajima Kohei admitted, "Actually, I wanted to do it twice more after that, but the person in your store was too alert."
After being hit once, Asai Narumi always maintained his body's resistance to sleeping drugs. If he did it again, he would not be creating a smoke bomb but alerting the snake.
"I was the one who knocked Takagi unconscious and put him in an abandoned warehouse. I was the one who provided the gunpowder to the bomber. I was the one who designed this serial case. I will explain everything. What else do you want to ask?"
The police outside the door were all surprised by Kitajima Kohei's smooth explanation. Only Kuroki Ren inside the room paused and asked: "What do you want from me?"
"A request." Bei Daohangping looked up at him, his eyes were calm, as if lifeless.
"I want to meet Wen Ren alone."
Kitajima Kohei told everything, how he escaped from police surveillance, the people he found after coming out and his previous contacts, and the case he originally designed.
All in all, very cooperative.
In this regard, after the police had been busy for a period of time and cleaned up a lot of black arsenals, they had to reconsider Kitajima Kohei's request.
It has been a week since the incident.
"...Brother Wenren, tell me again, how did you sense that something was wrong around you, and then cleverly convey the information and use your body as a bait to lure him in?!"
"Ahem..." Ruomu Wenren coughed, and the children fell silent, waiting for him to continue telling the story.
"As soon as I went out, I found that the air around me was filled with murderous intent. The murderous intent was coming straight at me. I knew I couldn't escape it no matter what.
but! Even so, I want to warn future generations! "
"So I called Brother Chengshi and calmly told him that there was something going on at home and asked him to convey it to Brother Kuromu. Sure enough, Brother Kuromu became alert after receiving my message and cooperated with the police to save innocent citizens. The murderer hasn’t noticed anything wrong yet.”
"Then I used myself as bait to arouse the prisoner's emotions and make him go into a frenzy. The police officers who arrived took the opportunity to arrest him."
"Wow--that's great!"
Kuromu Ren who entered the door: "..."
"Don't you care about him?" Hui Yuan Ai, who was standing at the door, asked calmly.
Kuroki Jin was dancing tic-tac-toe on his forehead, looking dangerously at Wakamu Onuto who was making up stories.
Ruomu Wenren seemed to sense a hint of murderous intent. He caught a glimpse of a familiar figure standing at the door and suddenly broke into a cold sweat.
"Ahem, cough, cough, if you want to know what happened next time, wait until next time..."
"Is there a next time?" Kuromu Ren struck Ruomu Wenren on the head with a knife. Wenren, who was in pain, ran back to the bed and refused to come out under the quilt.
"Brother Ren is here -" Yuantai, Mitsuhiko, and Atomiti's poor brother Wen Ren took cover.
"You three, keep your voices down, don't disturb other patients."
"Oh——" The three of them covered their mouths simultaneously and said "Shh——" to each other.
"Get up." Kuroki Ren patted the bulging quilt, and a cute little girl emerged from it.
"Brother Kuromu, hehe." Ruomu Wenren smiled stupidly, and there was still tape on his face, but it didn't hurt anymore when he smiled.
"The injury to your arm is not healed, so don't move around." Kuroki pulled the man out of the quilt and straightened his left arm so that he wouldn't press it. "When I came up, the doctor told you to wait for a surgery. examine."
"Still checking." Ruomu Wenren's face dropped, "I must have had too many tests in the past few days. I think I can leave the hospital and take care of myself."
Ruomu Wenren was worried about money, although Kuromu Ren said that he did not have to pay for the money, because it was a continuation of the last case of arresting Kitajima Kohei, and all the expenses were covered by Kuromu Ren.
But it is not Ruomu Wenren's character to accept money with peace of mind.
"Take care of yourself." Heimuren suppressed him and distributed the condolences to everyone. When they were handed over to Haiyuan Ai, he raised his eyebrows proudly:
Take care.
