How Real Wine Became the Light of the Metropolitan Police

Chapter 34: Finish

"New sea and sky!"

When he saw the prisoner kick Xin Haikong out and raise his gun to shoot, Matsuda's eyes were almost split.

Huge blood flowers splashed, and the new sea and sky seemed to be shrouded in a blood-colored curtain, and the sky and the earth were all blood-red.

He fell on his back.

The noon sun was so dazzling, especially after it was covered with a layer of blood-colored smoke, it made him dizzy.

He didn't even know how things got to this point.

A few seconds ago, he was just relieved that the prisoner had safely boarded the helicopter, thinking that he had successfully changed the past and that his future self should be able to continue to live.

Seconds later, the prisoner was shot and died on the spot in front of him.

Jin Tian Yuanyi's brain seemed to explode in front of him, a large amount of red and white liquid splashed out, and the red blood covered his face and covered him.

What are you kidding me.

【how so! system! 】

[All plots are the result of the player's choice. 】

The system has no extra words, just repeating what Xin Haikong reminded Xin Haikong when it was first bound.

I see.

That's the real meaning of the phrase.

Space-time has closed.

He thought he had taken his last chance and went back to the past to change the outcome of death.

But it's really nothing more than a clown jumping up and down complacently on the orbit of time and space.

It was precisely because he went back to the past, brought back Wenye's settings, and let Jin Tian Yuanyi hold him hostage, that he would let the sniper shoot to kill Jin Tian Yuanyi.

It is precisely because he went back to the past that he would incur Jintian Yuanji's revenge and lay the groundwork for his own death.

This is a circle.

There is no such thing as a solution at all.

The past cannot be changed. All changes are actually the end result.

He went in a diametrically opposite way, and instead came to the original ending.

He thought he was changing the past, but he actually created the future with his own hands.

After three days, after the plot point is over, he will go directly back to the bathroom full of poisonous gas and be buried there.

[If you wanted me to die for a long time, why did you pretend to create a so-called plot node? Appreciate my overpowering dying struggle before I die? 】

Xinhaikong has completely torn apart the system.

From the very beginning of the plot selection, the other party was introducing him into the set.

Under the circumstance that the progress of Conan's plot is smooth sailing, he deliberately introduced the setting of Wenye.

After Wen Ye's difficulties were resolved by him, he was sent back to the past.

In the end, it wasn't any so-called forum or comics that defeated him at all, and it was himself who killed him in the end!

He handed the knife to his own death and prepared the grandest funeral.

[All plots are the result of the player's choice. 】

The system is still repeating the cold words, as if the machine sound was set in advance.

The promised few more days to live, really a few more days to live.

The force that had been supporting Xin Haikong's body instantly disappeared.

He was like a pile of snow, melting in the noonday sun.

"Xin Haikong!" Matsuda Jinping reacted, the first one rushed forward and helped Xin Haikong, who was slumped on the ground.

"Fortunately, fortunately, the sniper fired in time." The police behind him also reacted from the sound of gunfire just now, and sighed with hindsight.

Matsuda supported Xin Haikong and looked at him anxiously.

"Are you alright! I was really scared to death just now. What did you do when you were fine? I thought you were also shot by him!"

His black eyes were intertwined with worry and fear, but they were facing the dilated pupils of the young man.

The young man's amber eyes lost their former brilliance, they were large and dull, and became foggy and dark.

"You, are you alright? Frightened? Or where is the injury? Doctor!" Matsuda turned his head and shouted into the hospital, and the doctor who had not left stayed where he was at the police's request. At this time, he heard Matsuda's call. Followed around.

The doctor in a white coat moved Xin Haikong, who was expressionless and covered in blood, to a temporary ward to clean and examine his body. Matsuda followed him worriedly, and the rest of Mumu led someone to clean up the scene.

The helicopter was stopped long ago, and the glass on the left side shattered.

Jin Tian Yuanyi's body was on the helicopter. He curled up in the cockpit with a twisted posture.

The police carefully moved the body out of the cockpit, making room for the forensic doctor who arrived at the scene.

Mu Mu glanced around the scene, and felt that there was no big problem, so he wanted to turn around and go to Xin Haikong to ask about the specific situation.

They only learned from part of the details given by Matsuda that Xin Haikong had found the bomb and the trace of the prisoner, and learned from the plainclothes police left at the scene that Xin Haikong was chasing the prisoner for a time.

As for how Xin Haikong was later hijacked by prisoners, no one knows the specific circumstances.

He needs to know more about the specific situation at that time.

"Officer Mumu..."

Behind him, the deputy who had been following him shouted in disbelief.

He turned to look at him suspiciously.

"Officer Mumu, there are two bullets at the scene..."

The forensic doctor on the side also stood up in shock, "Officer, the prisoner was hit twice in the brain. The first shot was shot from the back of the head and shot from the top of the forehead. It should have caused convulsions but—"

"At the same time, a bullet entered the prisoner's brain stem and out the bridge of his nose, killing him in one hit."

In the ward, Xin Haikong was lying on the bed with a pale face, and Matsuda stood beside him, neither standing nor sitting.

It seemed that the youth had never come out of such a huge shadow that someone had just died in front of him. Matsuda couldn't say anything.

After all, ask yourself, if he was the first time out of the police academy, and he encountered such a big case, was kidnapped, and witnessed such a **** scene, I am afraid that he would also fall into the point of mental breakdown.

In the final analysis, it was he who was a senior who did not take good care of each other.

The Mumu Police Department entrusted people to him, but as soon as he was on the front line, he encountered such a danger and such a blow.

The emotion of self-blame pressed tightly on Matsuda Jinping's heart.

In the end what happened?

Such questions kept going round and round in his mind, jumping up on the tip of his tongue again and again, and swallowing back in his stomach again and again when he saw the pale, expressionless face of the other party.

"Squeak-"

The door of the ward was pushed open, Matsuda looked up, and came in was the Mumu police department.

The other party frowned and looked thoughtful.

"What happened?" Matsuda asked tentatively.

Mu Mu shook his head, looked at Xin Haikong who was still lying on the bed, and spoke carefully.

"Xinhai, I know you must be very emotional right now. If you suddenly encounter such a thing, you won't be able to calm down for a while."

Mu Mu paused, sighed, and spoke again slowly.

"But we are the police, and we have to restore the truth of the incident."

"The witnesses at the scene saw you chase the prisoner all the way to the rooftop. What happened after that? Why were you held hostage by the other party?"

Xin Haikong sat up on the bed with Matsuda's strength, lowered his head, and was very depressed. He was already a little tired of the police affairs. Anyone who knew that he was going to die soon, and that he had a good life in a few days, was not in the mood to perform again.

But he is not sure whether this incident will appear in the comics, so he can't really indulge himself, and can only force the performance. It seems that it is the same, I only feel pity, and I don't think there is any flaw.

"At that time, I chased the prisoner to the rooftop, and he threatened to detonate a bomb and die with everyone."

The youth looked pale and lowered his head, his voice still trembling with the rest of his life.

"I was in a hurry and offered to exchange with him. He let go of the detonator of the bomb and gave up detonating the bomb, and I was held hostage by him."

The two policemen who were listening on the side showed shocked expressions at the same time. They all thought that Xin Haikong was accidentally held hostage by prisoners, but they didn't expect that there was such an inside story. It turned out that the other party voluntarily bet his own life because he wanted to save everyone.

Mu Mu was only admiring, but Matsuda had already turned into anger, grabbed Xin Haikong's collar, and his jet-black eyes burst into astonishing anger.

"You are amazing! You are amazing!"

His angry words were incoherent, "You just came out and you have the courage to be a police officer! I really underestimate you Xin Haikong!"

"Matsuda!"

Mumu put his hand on Matsuda Jinping's shoulder to calm down the other party, then turned to look at Xin Haikong, hesitating to say anything.

To be honest, if it weren't for Xin Haikong's sacrifice at the time, the entire hospital might have been killed, and he has no position to blame the other party's behavior.

"Does anyone else know about this besides you?"

What a strange question, Xin Haikong looked up at Mumu, a hint of doubt flashed in his amber eyes.

"Why do you ask that?" Matsuda was also puzzled.

Mu Mu pondered for a while, and said, "At that time, the sniper arranged by the police killed the prisoner in time, so the other party didn't have time to shoot."

Hearing this, Xin Haikong's heart was tangled up again, and he was annoyed to death.

But that was the case at the time. If the police had not shot in time, he would have been shot three years ago, and the story behind it would be lost. So it was destined that the police would fire that shot.

"However, this is only on the surface."

"What's the meaning?"

"In fact, we found two bullets at the scene, and there were two bullet holes in the prisoner's brain. One hit the brain stem, and the other hit the back of the head."

Are you trying to describe to him the inferior marksmanship of the snipers arranged by the Japanese police? Faced with the hostage-taking prisoner, he still couldn't hit the brain stem with the shot. No wonder the sniper hit the heart three years later.

"The two bullets at the scene were standard for police bullets."

It seems that the marksmanship of the Japanese Metropolitan Police Agency's snipers is in the same line.

"But we contacted the sniper and he only fired one shot."

Shinkai's eyes widened in disbelief.

"Although there was only one shot at that time, there was definitely more than one person who shot, and some people shot at the same time as the police. The problem now is that we still haven't figured out which shot was fired by the police."

And, a man, shot too?

"But in the end, these two shots are both saving you. Whether it's the one that went off the rails or the one that hit the brain stem, the purpose is to kill the criminal immediately, so you don't have to worry too much about the other party's purpose. . But the police snipers occupied the best spot nearby. Who the **** has such good marksmanship, and the police can fire that shot through the police..."

Xin Haikong has a strong intuition in his heart, that the police snipers are probably going astray.

Besides the police, at this point three years ago, who else had such good marksmanship?

But how did the other party know about this?

On the top floor of the rice flower mall, the young man showed a satisfied smile and put away his gun.

He picked up the canned coffee on the guardrail, and the coffee bottle was warmed by the sun for a long time.

He opened the lid and took a sip, his narrow eyes narrowed, his brows furrowed, he licked his lips in dissatisfaction, and murmured a word slowly, as if he was thinking about something.

Xin Haikong struggled for a long time, and finally broke through the blockade named Songtian and broke free from Mihua Hospital. He didn't want to spend the last three days of his life in the hospital.

Yes, the last three days.

According to the system, he can stay at this plot node for another three days, and after three days, he will return to the original time point and face the bathroom full of poisonous gas.

He had slowly convinced himself to come out of his resentment, but he was dead now. Although the possibility of being exposed in the end is still very high, there is still a glimmer of hope for survival.

People always have to look forward, and they can't say that after death, there is a next life or something. After all, there is already a high-tech system like this.

Speaking of which, this feeling is quite amazing. You are the only person in the world who knows that after three days, you will die.

All the people you will know in the future are meeting you for the first time at this moment.

You're saying goodbye to them, and they just think you're weird.

"Xinhai, don't you feel cold wearing this?" Matsuda asked cautiously.

They are now ready to go to dinner together.

The police officers in charge of the paperwork are responsible for the finishing touches on the bombs, and they don't actually need to write them at all.

Only then did he realize how outrageous he had been deceived by that Murakami.

The wind at night was indeed a little cool, but not enough to make him shiver.

The Matsuda guy has been staring at him with a strange look of gratitude, pity, guilt, and doubt since he was discharged from the hospital.

His previous performance of despair was not entirely because he saw someone die in front of him for the first time, but more because he knew that he would die.

As a result, Matsuda completely misunderstood, and thought that because of his own fault, Xin Haikong had a huge psychological shadow, and now he can't wait to tie Xin Haikong in front of him and watch it carefully.

Xin Haikong was a little helpless. He wrapped his clothes tightly and shook his head.

"Songtian, can I call you Matsuda?" It's too uncomfortable to call seniors all the time.

"Can."

This guy is now almost responsive to Xin Haikong because of his guilt. Taking this opportunity and not letting the other party do something, then he is not Xin Haikong.

"Matsuda."

"Why?" Although he was still impatient, you could clearly hear the implied patience.

"There are many people calling me, Xinhai." Carefully set a trap.

"Um?"

Look, hooked.

"But I don't have real friends. I'm also envious of the closeness of nicknames between friends."

"Huh—?" Matsuda stretched his voice and raised his eyebrows in confusion.

"So Matsuda can call me in the future, Shinkai-chan?"

Xin Haikong tilted his head and looked at Matsuda.

Matsuda's expression froze for a moment.

"Hey! The meat is not mushy, isn't that what girls call it?"

"Can you?" It's been a few days anyway.

The young man's voice was stretched unconsciously, with a little coquettish feeling. Matsuda nodded slightly, but nodded.

"Whatever. I really can't stand you."

"Then let's eat the donburi that day at noon tonight!" The youth's voice regained its vigor.

Matsuda was half a step behind and felt a little more at ease.

When the guy opened his eyes before, his whole body was dead, like a terminally ill patient who knew that he had a few days to live.

Young and old, what does it look like.

In the night sky, a crooked moon was half-obscured by clouds.

If you had the last three days of your life, what would you do?

Xin Haikong said goodbye to Matsuda. After returning home, he thought for a long time and couldn't think of what he should do.

His thoughts were floating in a mess, and in a different time and space, it gave him a dream-like feeling that was completely unreal.

Maybe he should visit, those friends he hasn't met yet, or maybe he should go to see those landscapes that haven't yet appeared.

He lay on the bed for a while, but he couldn't lie down. As soon as he closed his eyes, his mind started to run wild, and he couldn't sleep at all.

So I got up again and found a set of casual clothes to wear on my body. I always feel that if there are only three days left, I should sleep less and watch more.

He was walking on an empty street at midnight, surrounded by only dim street lamps. The trees on both sides of the road were dappled in the dim light, and his long shadow drifted across the gray sidewalk.

He saw the sunrise on the deserted Tokyo Tower, saw a middle school detective obediently carrying a schoolbag at the entrance of the crowded Tedan Middle School, and walked in to see an exhibition of Mr. Bamboo Garden's paintings while passing the museum. I ate a black forest cake in a cake shop that had not been replaced by Poirot, picked up a bright red maple leaf in Cupo Park, and made a bookmark.

On the afternoon of the last day, he was called to the Metropolitan Police Department by the phone of the Mumu Police Department.

"Officer Xinhai, congratulations. Starting today, you will be officially promoted to the police department. Your nine-month internship period has officially ended. After that, you will return to the police academy to study."

Mu Mu looked at the haggard look of the young man in front of him, and sighed a little helplessly.

The first internship left such a big psychological shadow. After that, I don't know if he can go to the front line again.

"Xin Haikong, you have made a lot of credit this time, and the Metropolitan Police Department has also decided to reward you for this incident!"

"I know, Mumu Police Department. Then I'll go first—" Xin Haikong was holding a cardboard box that contained all the documents during his nine-month internship.

"Hey, wait a minute, Matsuda said he was going to send you!" Mu Mu stopped him.

"Matsuda?"

"Well, that guy was transferred back to the explosives disposal class. The prisoner died, in fact, it was considered a revenge for Matsuda. His best friend used to be..."

The words of the Mumu Police Department were not finished, but Xin Haikong still understood it.

According to the current legal procedures in Japan, if you want to complete the death penalty, you don't know how many years you have to wait, and it may become 20 years in prison.

Now that the prisoner has died directly, but instead, there is a grudge for a grudge, a revenge for revenge.

"I've got someone to inform him, he'll be there soon-"

Before Officer Mumu could speak, Matsuda Jinping appeared at the door of the search section.

Perhaps it was a great revenge, he no longer had that suppressed emotion in him, but became much gentler. It used to be like an unsheathed sword, but now all the sharp edges and corners are hidden in the scabbard.

He surprisingly didn't wear sunglasses today, and his dark eyes were silently watching Xin Haikong.

"Do you want me to hold you?"

"No, it's not too heavy. There are probably not many documents in it, but the box is very big."

The young man was not tall, and he was buried behind a huge box, looking a little funny.

"Isn't this because you didn't work well during your internship?" Matsuda smiled. "I haven't congratulated you yet. Now it's the police department, and it's on an equal footing with me."

What's more, it will be a police watch after that, it's your boss.

Xin Haikong silently complained in his heart.

It's a pity that he didn't have the opportunity to be promoted to the police, and was deceived by the boss.

"Huh? Why don't you go back in the car? What are you going to do?"

Matsuda looked at Xin Haikong who kept walking forward in confusion, and couldn't help but ask.

"I don't want to take the car today, Matsuda, walk back with me."

The young man did not look back and continued to move forward at the same pace.

The sun shone down from the front, making Matsuda unable to open his eyes.

"What's wrong with not sitting in a car..." Matsuda groaned in a low voice, keeping up with Xin Haikong's pace.

"I never told you about that day, thank you. If it wasn't for you, I might have sacrificed."

Xin Haikong turned his head to look at Matsuda, the guy buried his head low, but he could see the tips of his red ears. Three years ago, Matsuda was really arrogant. I don't know how it became like that.

"You asked me before why I was transferred to the search section, why I stayed at the police station so late, and why I didn't want to patrol. It was actually because I wanted to catch this prisoner. My good friend, Kenji Hagihara, is because of this. The prisoner will only die if he detonates the bomb."

"Matsuda..."

"Don't console me, people always have to look forward, and I will continue to move forward with his dream." Matsuda raised his head and smiled brightly.

"If one day, you see my body—" Xin Haikong slowed down, trailing Matsuda by half a step, looking at his back and said slowly.

"Hey! Xin Haikong! What do you mean!"

"The profession of police always seems to be unavoidable sacrifice..."

"If you don't even cherish your life yourself, don't expect me to collect the corpse for you!"

He cherished it, and he couldn't cherish it any more. But many times, the coercion of fate makes people unable to help themselves.

"I see. I'm just saying what if."

"It's just going back to the police academy, how about making it look like you're never in touch again?" Matsuda once again put on Xin Haikong's shoulder, "You bastard, if you dare to cut off contact for me without authorization, what do you think I will do? Pack you up!"

"I know I know. By the way, this is for you." Xin Haikong gave the maple leaf bookmark he made yesterday to Matsuda. Count it as a gift.

"What? Maple Leaf? When did you become so poetic..."

"Matsuda."

"What are you doing!"

"goodbye."

The young man frowned and said goodbye to him formally. If Matsuda is embarrassed, it's not easy to fool him.

"Don't you want me to send it?"

"Well, the rest of the road should be taken by yourself."

"Okay," Matsuda scratched his head unnaturally.

"goodbye."

Under the watchful eyes of Xin Haikong, this guy barely managed to say "Xinhai sauce".

Goodbye.