How Real Wine Became the Light of the Metropolitan Police

The number of seats in each compartment is limited, and the extra people are in a mess, either crying, cursing, or overwhelmed with fear.

A tense and depressing atmosphere shrouded the upper part of the carriage, and the breath of death was like an evil spirit chasing his heels.

At that time, when Xin Haikong drove everyone to the first two carriages, almost no one was willing to move.

The original excuse must have been useless at this time. He was forced to tell the fact that there was a bomb in the No. 7 car and the train could not stop now.

The panicked crowd lost their calm in an instant, and took Xin Haikong, who was standing in the middle, as the backbone, and followed him to the first two carriages.

But now, people who are a little calmer realize what the bomb really means, and the suppressed emotion is like an overstretched spring, rebounding violently.

All kinds of voices hung down on Xin Kaikong's head like a chisel. He couldn't stand it anymore, so he brought in Koichi Tono, the former marshal to maintain order and appease the people.

He took the flight and fled to the cab to rest.

As soon as he entered the cab, Xin Haikong's eyes were fixed on the instrument panel in front of the driver.

Bright red numbers on the dashboard show the current speed, 120 kilometers per hour.

"How can it be so fast!"

The speed that Japanese motor cars can drive is a bit too fast.

"Previously, in order to get to the nearest station as soon as possible, we consciously increased the speed. We don't usually drive so fast."

The driver was still in the driver's seat at this time, and he explained while staring at the dashboard.

"In short, let's slow down first. Let's not say whether we can cross the train at such a fast speed. I'm afraid it will not be easy for another train to catch up with us."

Xin Haikong glanced at the environment outside the window. They were driving on the track on the right. If the train could catch up, it would appear on the track on the left.

As long as the engine keeps running, the bomb will not detonate.

"Can it go below 15km/h?"

Such a slow speed is like a classic car walking around a corner, even if you jump from the car, you will only be slightly injured.

There is even a trestle bridge between the two trains, making it much easier for all passengers to pass.

"No officer!" The driver retorted in a low voice while turning the push-pull lever back.

"This train has an automatic train speed control system. Once the speed of the train drops below 30 kilometers per hour, the system will automatically determine the state of entering the station. Even if the driver does not stop manually, the system will automatically brake to stop the train. Down."

"So the minimum speed should be above 30 kilometers per hour?"

The driver nodded, his face still facing forward.

Behind him all he could see was the back of a jet-black head rocking up and down.

Xin Haikong frowned.

His amber eyes seemed to be covered with a thin layer of mist, and he looked out the window thoughtfully.

Even though it has been slowing down, the train is still moving fast and has now reached the viaduct.

Outside the window there are only fast-flowing wires and alternating poles.

Boring and dizzying.

Things get tricky. His original expectation was that the speed of the train would drop to at least 20 kilometers per hour.

When two trains are side by side, the gas velocity in the middle part becomes faster, and people are easily pushed out of the carriage by the air pressure.

If the speed of the vehicle is very low, this situation is not very serious, and it is to the extent that a person can completely resist the door by pulling the car by hand.

But now, once the train's system detects that the instantaneous speed is lower than 30 kilometers per hour, it will stop. In order to avoid the stop, they must at least increase the speed of 35 kilometers per hour to be safer.

This kind of speed is not completely impossible to complete the new sea and air plan, but the difficulty and the risk of slipping and falling will increase.

It's not bad to transport one or two strong and well-developed adults. If you want to transport a full car of passengers, I am afraid that many people will not dare to jump.

Even he himself would have to think about it before jumping, not to mention the old people and children he had just seen along the way.

This plan is too risky, should it be scrapped like this?

Time flowed minute by minute, and selfish thoughts inevitably emerged in Xin Haikong's mind.

At a speed of thirty-five kilometers per hour, it is indeed possible to screen out a group of people who can't jump at all, but he can jump over himself.

The remaining people who didn't jump over, in the first and second carriages, may not be hit so hard - no one knows how powerful the bomb is.

This plan was enough to keep his own life safe.

And ask yourself, isn't everything he did in this world just to keep himself alive?

These people in the car are not related to him.

If Matsuda Jinping broke his leg and couldn't walk in the car, he might think more about their rare friendship, but the others...

He's never been the kind of big hero willing to save everyone.

He was different from Matsuda, wasn't that clear from the beginning?

That being the case, what's the point of questioning the plan?

The black-haired youth raised his eyebrows and showed a self-deprecating smile.

No wonder the hypocrites pretend to be too many, and their behavior and way of thinking will begin to lean in the direction of the true gentleman.

The fake police have been pretending for too long, and they really think of themselves as the savior.

Even if he really did, the forum would at most give him a thoughtless hat.

After all, this was an emergency, and he was also a victim.

As long as he would give the first few jumps to others with a symbolic push and refusal at that time—in fact, he originally wanted someone to help him try the probability of success first.

Next to him, he made a worried and vulnerable expression, how to pretend to be a white lotus. Readers on the forum have always liked this kind of thing.

The character set up by him in the early stage should also play a certain role.

Although different voices, as can be expected, are bound to appear.

But he still has the golden finger to post, and he will take great pains to guide the trend of the forum, and the problem should not be too big.

After figuring out what to do next, Xin Haikong felt at ease.

Leaning against the window, he opened the forum and slid to the newly loaded manga, the comments below already piling up.

Green sea: I really burst into tears! Kong Kong has not had a day since he met Conan. Either he was kidnapped, or it was a bomb, or a murder case, or a serial killer. Even if Nima takes a train, she will encounter this kind of suffocating bomb.

outrageous!

Cactus Boy: Light up the wax for Konggo. Hand holding candle.JPG

The King of Monkey Mountain: Predict in advance. In the next chapter, we will see the miserable Kong-ge in the hospital wearing a sick uniform (crossed out). The large hospital gown revealed most of the cream-white collarbone, the thin wrist rested weakly on the edge of the snow-white bed, and the cyan blood vessels meandered on the snow-white wrist.

Is the winery closed today: Knock the bowl! Write a little more upstairs, okay? I'm staying here tonight.

A man who relies on a woman is not good: Shasha, the sickly beauty dances wildly on my XP!

The working emperor is in the winery: ahem! I had a friend who said he wanted to see the full version.

Monkey Mountain King: Come, come. The blond young man was sitting beside the hospital bed, his purple-gray eyes staring at the black-haired young man on the bed. He pursed his lips, paused for a long time, and finally couldn't help reaching out and poking in along the wide sleeve. The cold fingers made the sleeping black hair shake, dark and light, black and white, two diametrically opposite skin colors Ambiguous and harmonious intertwined. The black-haired youth suddenly let out a cry

Bandaged boy: Come on! Why stop here? my pants are...

Amber's acting skills: Cough, um, that, I am the basic friend of @Monkey Mountain King, and he has been titled. It seems that it is because the green network does not allow HS.

Lujianghe: Hello! It's just a small hand, it's too outrageous to have a title.

I'm sorry: cough. So fast. In fact, I am a serious person, let's discuss the plot carefully. Do you think the bomb this time has anything to do with the main story? (Also @amber acting, can you tell your friend for me? I have a friend who wants your friend's contact information, we can chat privately.)

The first detective in Yokohama: Upstairs, it is recommended to get dressed and discuss the plot. No need for dolls.

Fishing on the River: The clues over there are actually quite complete. The bomber is just a bad pen who just got out of prison and wants to take revenge on society. Personal feeling has nothing to do with the main thread.

Sunflower Taipan: That's not necessarily good. Why did the bomb happen to be found in Brother Kong's carriage? It is very likely that the organization set up a game against Kong Ge! Brother Kong has made another contribution in Osaka this time. When he goes back, he is expected to be promoted, and the winery will be destroyed if he can't get it.

Today is also a happy day: plus one plus one. And the guy sitting next to Brother Kong, what the hell, why is he staring at Brother Kong strangely all the time? [attached]

Has his neighbor been staring at him?

Xin Haikong clicked on the small picture and found that the foreigner with blond hair and blue eyes had looked at him several times when he fell asleep before.

Do normal people really look at others so many times?

Speaking of that guy, Xin Haikong looked around the carriage, the blonde hair was a very obvious sign, but he couldn't find anyone.

Where did you go, is it in the second carriage?

I'm sorry: you said it's possible that the foreigner is GAY and sees our empty sauce?

The first detective in Yokohama: You can't get out of the stairs at all, right? You haven't gotten out of the car of the King of Monkey Mountain yet. Hot-blooded youth manga should not create such a role. And don't you think that guy's behavior is weird? The tool he handed to Brother Kong, and the package he was carrying with him... In short, it's very suspicious!

Has the winery closed down today: Did Kong Kong ever think about finding someone who can defuse bombs? It should be much better than everyone jumping over one by one!

The working emperor is in the winery: It shouldn't be possible.

Looking for someone who can defuse bombs?

The originally shallow mist in the amber eyes slowly dissipated.

Xin Haikong realized one thing in an instant - if they can't jump over, can they let the person on the opposite side jump over!

"Shinkai-chan! That car is about to arrive at Nagoya Station!"

Matsuda's voice came from the phone in his hand, and he realized that he was still on the phone at this time.

The phone in the palm of the hand has become hot because it has been in a call state for too long.

The train was about to catch up with them.

"Matsuda! Can you arrange for the bomb disposal police to get on the nearest train?"

"You mean..."

Matsuda quickly realized that their previous idea was always to advance in a single line, but in fact, two lines could be used in parallel.

While trying to get the masses to evacuate, let the bomb disposal police get in the car and make a final attempt to defuse the bomb.

There was a loud noise on the other end of the phone, and soon after, Matsuda leaned closer to the phone and whispered:

"There was no one who could disarm the bomb on the nearest train, but the police have arranged for the bomb disposal police from the Aichi Prefectural Police Station to board the train."

"But you'd better prepare in advance, for the rest of the time, that guy may not be able to defuse the bomb."

Matsuda's voice was full of deep emotions, obviously not holding any hope that the policeman could successfully defuse the bomb.

Xin Haikong glanced at the time displayed in the lower right corner of the dashboard.

Two thirty-five.

In fifteen minutes, the bomb will explode.

He's not the one who needs to worry about whether the police can defuse the bomb.

To achieve this level, it has been done with justice.

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When a white spot finally appeared in the lower left corner of the car window, Shinkai stood up straight in excitement.

Another train started to slow down from 100 meters away, and the front of the train slowly approached the train that Xin Haikong was riding.

When the train is moving, the doors will be automatically locked, and trying to break through the program to open the doors is a waste of their efforts.

Xin Haikong asked everyone to step back in advance, leaving a completely empty space to prevent people who are too close to the door from being pushed out due to air pressure.

The door was already open, his left hand firmly grasped the railing on the aisle, and his right hand stretched out to feel the wind speed outside.

The speed of thirty-five kilometers per hour is not too fast, so the pressure difference is not too obvious. As long as it is not a situation where it is not stable, there will be basically no accidents.

Xin Haikong turned his head, and the people in the carriage either looked out the window hesitantly, or shrank in the corner in panic, or looked at Xin Haikong who was standing in front of the crowd in anticipation. No one wanted to jump first.

The black-haired young man did not hold back his smile when he saw the scene in front of him.

This was his miscalculation.

I originally thought that everyone would rush to jump out, after all, time is life, and a minute later is an extra risk.

Does he want to be the first to jump over to make a sample?

The door of the opposite train opened slowly, and behind the door stood an uncle in his 40s, with dark brown hair, a police uniform, a sturdy figure, a beard that was not particular about his face, and unremarkable facial features. A black toolbox.

He should be the bomb disposal officer from the Aichi Prefectural Police Station who got on the bus from Nagoya Station.

It looks a little old, maybe the bomb disposal technology is good?

"Should I just jump right in?"

The uncle pulled his throat and shouted at Xin Haikong.

I was worried that no one dared to jump.

Xin Haikong maintained a worried expression and shouted:

"Hurry up! Time is running out."

After speaking, he took a few steps back, leaving enough space, and reached out to pick up the other party.

"I am coming!"

With a loud shout, the uncle jumped from between the two trains facing the open doors in a neat and neat posture completely different from his appearance, without even using Xin Haikong's hand at all.

The whole set of movements flows smoothly, as if it were a simple stride when exercising on the playground.

Seems to be going great.

His successful jump obviously inspired everyone watching behind Xin Haikong.

The atmosphere in the car suddenly changed from the previous one.

Some people started trying to squeeze forward, taking the opportunity to jump first.

The countdown to the bomb was like death chasing after everyone with his scythe aloft.

Time is running out, jumping first or jumping later makes a big difference.

"The bomb is under the thirteenth row of seats on the left side of the No. 7 compartment. You know the specifics."

As soon as the uncle landed, Xin Haikong took the initiative to reach out and grab him.

"There are less than ten minutes left, can you take it apart?"

The black-haired young man frowned, his white face was covered with a layer of worry, and his amber eyes looked at him deeply.

"I try my best."

"If it can't be removed, come back immediately."

The bearded uncle nodded, turned and ran in the direction of the seventh carriage.

Xin Haikong looked at the opposite train.

Several police officers have gathered behind the open car door, sorting out professional safety equipment.

Those people seemed to have prepared a lot of retractable seat belts, and after hooking the handle of the open door on the other side, they threw the other end over here.

The marshals who had been following him before were quite brave at this time, and the first one stepped forward and fastened their seat belts.

Xin Haikong didn't say anything. After watching the other party jump to the opposite train, he fell to his knees directly on the ground. He was paralyzed and dragged away by the police on the side.

With the marshals at the head, the young, strong, and young scrambled forward one by one, jumping to the opposite side, and gradually the courageous girls began to jump to the opposite side.

There was even a brave man who jumped over with the child in one hand.

It solved the initial entanglement of Xin Haikong.

The number of people in the carriage decreased one by one, and Xin Haikong was still standing in the aisle connecting the cab to the No. 1 carriage.

His obvious identity made it inconvenient for him to participate in the competition of jumping after jumping. Fortunately, there is plenty of time.

There are fewer and fewer people willing to stand up and take the initiative to tie a safety rope to themselves.

After a young girl jumped over, Xin Haikong stepped forward.

He looked around the whole car, and there was an old couple left, a cringing middle-aged woman and a short middle-aged man. These two seemed to be husband and wife, and they were blaming each other for why they wanted to travel.

For some reason, he never saw the blond young man sitting next to him before.

The uncle who went to defuse the bomb never came back.

The unknown situation made him faintly worry about losing control.

"Officer Xinhai! Come here quickly!" The policeman opposite began to call him.

Xin Haikong glanced at the watch on his wrist, there were only three minutes left.

He took a last look at the person in the carriage who had no guts to jump there, and left the remaining ropes to the people in the car.

Xin Haikong was holding on to the railing of the door and was about to jump to the opposite side with the slight thrust generated by the air pressure difference, when the train opposite suddenly accelerated!

The pressure generated in an instant made him jump out of the car. During the process of falling, Xin Haikong raised his head subconsciously and looked suspiciously at the suddenly speeding up train and the car door that had long gone. He slipped his left hand and did not grasp it. Railing, the whole person fell forward.

The world in front of him was spinning, and his eyes fell from the wall of the train to the gravel road. A small splashed stone hit his cheek, and the pain made him half-close his eyes.

The arm that stretched out weakly almost fell to the ground.

It was only then that he realized that he did not fall into the rails between the two cars.

At the critical moment, he was intercepted by someone in the middle, and most of his body was already stretched out.

The mobile phone that was connected to it slipped from the pocket of the down jacket, fell to the bottom of the train, and was crushed to pieces.

The man behind him had strong arms, and only one hand tightly wrapped his arms around his waist.

The man seemed to be frightened at first, and did not move for a long time.

It was not until Xin Haikong began to struggle that the other party reacted and began to drag Xin Haikong back.

The accelerating train next to him quickly left, and the pressure difference gradually reached an acceptable level.

Xin Haikong got up again with the help of the man behind him, and turned his head while reaching out and grabbing the railing firmly.

The one who appeared behind him was the blond young man who had disappeared at first.

The opponent's left hand had been clinging to the railing before, when the tiger's mouth cracked open and blood dripped to the ground drop by drop.

"You're bleeding."

Xin Haikong hasn't recovered yet, he stretched out his hand and touched his aching cheek.

"bleeding."

The blond youth said softly.

Xin Haikong looked down at his fingers, which were stained with tiny blood.

It hurts a lot, but the injury doesn't seem too serious.

He looked up at the blond youth.

The other party's injury seems to be much heavier than his own. While holding him just now, I have to stabilize my balance...

The other party still had a cold expression, the corners of his mouth did not change at all, his brows were flat, and there seemed to be no emotion in his sky blue eyes.

It is said that the eyes are the windows to the soul, but from his window, Xin Haikong did not see any emotions.

"thanks."

No matter what kind of thoughts the other party had in approaching him, this time it was he who saved him.

Xin Haikong looked up at the other party, but the other party just nodded slightly and didn't say a word.

A strangely nice guy.

Xin Haikong gave people a simple and rude definition.

While recalling the situation just now, why did that train suddenly accelerate!

He almost died on the rails because of this.

If the bomb really exploded, he might not have died, but if the foreign friend hadn't stopped him just now, he would have really died!

Xin Haikong reached into his down jacket pocket and wanted to find his mobile phone to contact Matsuda.

The cold fingertips only touched a warm thing, which was the hand warmer he just stuffed in this morning, and there was nothing else.

Where's his cell phone?

Did he just fall under the train? It's over, Matsuda will definitely want to...

"Officer Xinhai!"

The uncle rushed to the door of the No. 1 carriage before, with an overjoyed look on his face. The smile on his face disappeared the moment he saw Xin Haikong, he pointed to his left cheek and asked:

"Officer, what's wrong with your face?"

Xin Haikong sneered and lifted his chin slightly towards the direction of the window.

"Then ask the police in Nagoya City."

The dark-brown-haired uncle rushed over excitedly, but he didn't pay attention to what was going on outside the window.

He glanced out the window at this moment, only to find that the train that had been beside them had disappeared.

The expression on his face suddenly became embarrassed.

"The train has left..."

"you know?"

This guy knows why the train leaves?