In recent years, there has been an urban legend circulating in Tokyo called - The Masked Monster at the lowest point in his life.
The content of the ghost story is that when you have reached the lowest point in your life due to various reasons and are desperate, a weirdo with a strange mask will knock on your door and come up with a tempting agreement for you to sign.
And once you sign, you'll get help getting out of your current predicament.
No matter how nonsense this weird story sounds, there are indeed many people in Tokyo who have miraculously survived when they hit rock bottom. When outsiders ask about the reason, most of them initially say that they can survive through hard work. Got help from noble people.
But after the strange stories spread, they would occasionally say in a joking tone that on a certain night, a weirdo wearing a mask knocked on my door and gave me the capital to make a comeback...
As the saying goes, three people make a tiger. When many people use this rhetoric to deal with it, others almost believe it. But it is a pity that these people have different opinions on what the Masked Monster's mask looks like. word......
There are many people who have made a comeback, but the same mask has never appeared in their mouths. There is no way that anyone in the world is so bored that he collects so many different masks, right?
The reason can only be that these people were in a good mood after making a comeback, and even made up different masks with the same caliber.
So, this strange story is just a strange story after all - of course, this is not important.
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"Bourbon? What's the matter?"
"That's it." Toru Amuro sorted out the logic of his words this time, and listened to him clearly explain the purpose of the call in an orderly manner.
"Before, you asked me to investigate the person who provided bombs to the violent group. I suspect that he is the person we caught today."
"Huh?" Upon hearing the news, Asakura's tone showed a hint of interest, even though he already knew the information, "Really?"
However, from Toru Amuro's perspective, she was unaware of this situation.
In his eyes, the person who provided bombs to the violent group was one person, and the target caught fishing here was another person. Even so, it did not prevent him from connecting the two people.
"It's very possible that I saw it during my mission in the amusement park. It was a bomb with a very distinct personal style, similar to the style I found when I investigated alone."
He entered the amusement park, met up with the man in the knitted hat and got on the Ferris wheel. When he came out, the bomb had been dismantled by the explosive ordnance disposal squad. Toru Amuro didn't see it, but this didn't stop him from making nonsense. Whether he saw it or not was not his fault.
"If that's the case, it can be considered a coincidence. I didn't expect that there would be the same person behind these two things." Asakura responded to Toru Amuro's words casually, "Bourbon, good job."
He was waiting for the other party to first propose that he want to complete the task of investigating the bomber.
And Toru Amuro thought the same way.
These two people are waiting at this time.
Wait for the other person to ask first to avoid being too deliberate in your behavior.
Or wait until you think of a suitable reason and put forward your idea without leaving any trace.
In the calm game, Toru Amuro finally couldn't hold it in any longer and said: "But this is just my speculation. It's also possible that this person in the amusement park got the bomb from the person who provided the violent group with the bomb. Bombs were purchased the same way."
Asakura didn't speak, quietly waiting for what he would say next.
In what seemed like a long silence, Toru Amuro continued, "So I want to make a final confirmation of his identity. If he is just the buyer, I can continue to investigate the identity of that guy."
After he finished speaking...he held his breath intently, like a prisoner standing on the trial bench waiting for the judge to pronounce the final verdict.
There was dead silence on the other end of the phone. In the silence, Toru Amuro could barely hear the sound of water flowing and the clatter of turning pages.
Finally, after what seemed like a long century, Brandy's reply finally came.
"Okay, I will send you the address later. Since you are coming over, I will also leave the torture to you. Let me see your ability in this area and whether I can leave the intelligence matters to you. Responsible."
After Asakura finished speaking, he hung up the phone, then edited the address here into text and sent it to Toru Amuro.
After completing this series of actions, he continued to read the mystery novel in his hand. After reading the ending, he raised his head and waved gently.
After this action, those who were rinsing with water guns stopped, quietly put away the equipment and took it away.
Toru Amuro received the address and headed there without stopping - halfway through, he noticed that there were still signs of collision on the front of the car, so he temporarily found a car rental agency to change to a slightly lower-profile car, and then drove on. .
Compared with the urgency when he got the news, he is undoubtedly much calmer now. The bomber has fallen into his hands, and there will be no problem if he takes his time.
While comforting himself in this way, he rushed to the address sent by Brandy at a normal speed.
This is an independent mansion - the appearance is somewhat similar to the Kudo house.
When Amuro arrived, there were people waiting at the door.
"Lord Bourbon, please go this way." The man stood aside and stretched out his hand to lead the way.
Toru Amuro followed him, walked through the independent courtyard, entered the entrance hall from the main entrance, and finally walked down the stairwell into the basement.
The basement was very spacious, with bright lights, and various brutal instruments of torture hung on the walls. The bomber's hands were tied tightly and he was being hung in front of the wall of torture instruments.
"Hey." Asakura Makoto was sitting directly opposite the wall of torture instruments. When he saw Amuro coming in, he raised the book in his hand to him.
At this time, he was wearing a gray hand-woven turtleneck sweater, a pair of black slim-fitting woolen casual pants, and holding a hardcover book in his hand. If you didn't look at the layout of the basement, he would give people the impression of a gentle gentleman. .
As soon as he came in, Toru Amuro's eyes fell on the bomber. When Asakura greeted him, he nodded in response.
"Well, I'll leave this to you. I just went up to change a book." Asakura stood up from the soft brown sofa, put the book under his arm, whistled briskly and left the room.
Toru Amuro didn't doubt that this was some kind of test. After all, there was a bright camera installed on the ceiling of the basement without any cover.
"Oh, by the way, don't kill him." Asakura's words came from the stairwell.
Toru Amuro was the only one left in the basement. He walked up to the bomber, looked at his face, and took a deep breath.
As for the bomber, he was first imprisoned in a garbage truck and then washed with a water cannon. Although he did not suffer any obvious injuries, he was already exhausted both physically and mentally.
Seeing that the light being cast was blocked, he subconsciously looked up and met Toru Amuro, who was staring at him.
As a police officer, Rei Fukiya, when he meets a prisoner, all he can do is arrest him and put him on trial, and finally put him in prison to let him reflect... Out of professional ethics, Toru Amuro saw him again When the bomb was committed, the first reaction was this thought.
However... he thought of Hagiwara Kenji, the past when the five of them studied and lived together, and thought of Morofushi Kagemitsu who died in his own hands...
His heart twitched...
If he were a policeman now, even if this person appeared in front of him, he would just be sent to prison.
He killed his best friend, and the law of the island country... will impose the death penalty as little as possible, and even if it is the death penalty, he will live comfortably in prison for a long time...
But he killed Kenji...he deserves to die!
Originally, at this time, he could have convinced himself that if Kenji was alive, he would definitely not want me to violate the professional code in order to avenge him...
But thinking of this, after Jing Guang fell from upstairs, the figure lying in a pool of blood has been lingering in his mind...
Feng Gurei clenched and unclenched his fists, unclenched and clenched them again. All kinds of thoughts were swirling in his mind, but in the end...
His eyes looked at the torture instruments shining coldly on the wall.
Perhaps, my current status is the most suitable choice for this situation.
Toru Amuro had this thought in his mind.
