Conan's Helping People

[Task requirements: Be alone for ten minutes (alone for 9 minutes and 55 seconds.]

[Task reward: 30 points.]

When the countdown to the completion of the mission reached the last few seconds, Hinata finally found the escape route.

He walked over slowly and reached out to hold the door handle.

At the same time, the system prompts: [Task completed, points have been received!]

There were footsteps on the stairs above, and a fat middle-aged man hurriedly walked downstairs. The moment he saw Hinata acting rationally, he showed an expression of surprise, but tried his best to hold it back, and changed it to an anxious expression.

He kept shouting: "Wait a minute, kid, wait a minute!"

Hinata reasonably paused her deliberately slow movements and tried to keep her eyes puzzled.

The middle-aged man hurriedly said: "Kid, is there a murder on the third floor? Take me to see it quickly!"

As he spoke, he took out his work ID card from his jacket pocket and motioned for Hinata to take a look at it, "I am the store manager here!"

Synchronized with his action of handing over his work permit, there was also a pleasant system prompt.

[The mission ‘The Host Who Descends from the Sky’ has been detected.]

[Task details: Mr. A, the passing prisoner, was very smart and released a new task seamlessly. A certain host was very happy and satisfied.

Mission requirements: Take the prisoner Mr. A on the road to inspect the murder scene...forget it, just turn around and show your back to the prisoner Mr. A.

Mission reward: 10 points.]

There are only ten points, which is not as rich as the previous mission, but the mission requirements are relatively simple.

There is just a problem.

Hinata's eyes fell on the mission name reasonably, and then slowly moved down to look at the mission details. When he found that he could not refute, he continued to move down, and finally landed on the mission requirements, and then he pondered for a moment.

...I always feel that the system is sometimes like the black color I just saw, breaking out of the jar.

And I don’t know since when, the system has directly omitted the step of ‘whether to accept the task’. It seems that not long after the Samoyed became an ‘NPC that automatically issues daily tasks’, it was destroyed along with the Samoyed.

After confirming that he had finished checking, the system prompts gradually faded and dissipated in the air. His eyes dropped down and landed on the ID card.

The ID card was a bit old, and there was an equally old photo on it of a man who looked a bit older.

If the person in the photo is the middle-aged man in front of me, then the photo was at least five or six years ago, otherwise the middle-aged man would not be so fatter and bald than in the photo.

It's cruel to look at the comparison carefully.

With just a quick glance, Hinata looked away instantly and suppressed all her complaints.

While he was recalling Matsuda Jinpei's vivid acting skills just now, he tried hard to make himself look really stupid and believe the other person.

Still remembering Matsuda Jinpei's advice, he hesitated for a moment from a normal person's perspective, "Then... okay, I'll take you there."

The middle-aged man had been staring closely at his face, and he must have seen his superb acting skills. After he relaxed and agreed, he should have also breathed a sigh of relief.

However, I don’t know why, but the other party hesitated.

Hinata watched helplessly as the other person's eyes that were staring at him moved, and then the other party hesitated and answered, "Well, then go now?"

It was as if the middle-aged man was the one who came to close the door, and he was the murderer who arrived in a hurry.

Hinata suppressed her complaints again, nodded reasonably and calmly, turned around tentatively, and pretended to lead the way, "Come with me, the murder scene is over here."

He turned his back completely to the middle-aged man and took two or three slow steps. He moved slowly for almost one meter before the sound of footsteps hesitantly following behind him.

The other party was not decisive enough, so why did he hesitate suddenly? Is there something wrong in some aspect?

After quickly going through the whole process of silencing or kidnapping, Hinata suddenly realized why it was reasonable.

In mystery works, when the victim turns his back to the murderer, he usually says something that angers the murderer, or some key points that can expose the murderer. This is one of the key points that promotes the murderer's evil behavior.

But he failed to do so, which was a mistake.

After careful reflection, Hinata quickly and reasonably put herself in order. When the footsteps behind her became farther and farther away and the other party seemed to want to turn around and leave, she said abruptly: "By the way, how did you know it was a murder?"

"You were not on the third floor just now, right? It feels like you saw the crime scene with your own eyes and witnessed the murder of the deceased, so you are convinced that it was a murder and not that the deceased had a sudden illness."

Key point: ‘It’s like witnessing the crime scene with your own eyes’.

After saying that, Hinata reasonably did not look back, and continued to walk forward slowly, waiting silently for a few seconds.

Sure enough, the other party received this key information point and was really inspired to fight. He only paused his footsteps at the beginning. After he finished speaking, the footsteps suddenly accelerated a bit.

"This..." The other party's voice caught up from behind, and at the same time, there was a gust of wind that suddenly accelerated.

And a more melodious system sound: [‘The host who is happy to descend from the sky’ is completed, and the points have been credited.]

The wind hit Hinata's reasonable neck.

Before being choked, Hinata properly grasped the wisp of wind, grabbed the strong arm in front of the wind, and then decisively threw the opponent over the shoulder.

The opponent was too heavy and almost fell to his side when he fell over his shoulder.

The sound of the landing was also very loud. The fat human body hit the cold floor, making a huge sound. It was made even louder and more abrupt by the quiet environment, forming an illusion that the whole building was buzzing.

.

The white floor has small cracks.

Amidst the buzzing sound, Hinata took out a reasonable breath and stood up slowly. He twisted his body and stretched his waist before looking down at the middle-aged man with stars in his eyes, "Store manager, are you okay?"

He dealt with the aftermath perfunctorily, "I'm sorry, it was just an instinctive reaction."

The store manager was still starry-eyed and confused. Hearing his voice, it took him three or four seconds to react. Then he stared at the air in front of him and spat out a few sporadic words, "You...I...

"

"You, me." Hinata repeated reasonably and perfunctorily. He squatted down and quickly searched the store manager's body and took out a pistol and a remote control.

The remote control looks familiar. Even if you haven't seen it before, you will immediately realize its function the moment you see it.

Explode/bomb the remote control.

It is about the size of the palm of an adult's hand. The whole thing is black, with a few buttons in the middle. The most obvious one is the red one. The whole thing is wrapped in a transparent box, so it is not pressed when the store manager lands heavily.

"Are you the one who planted the bomb in the bookstore?" Hinata asked reasonably.

He picked up the remote control and pressed it tentatively. His fingers were blocked by the box and he couldn't press it down at all.

This kind person has already given out two tasks, but he still gave out two tasks easily and in a very good manner.

Hinata thought carefully, rotated the transparent box, looking for a gap to open it, and then asked thoughtfully: "Do you need help?"

"Now I'm dizzy, the remote control has been snatched away, and the police are on their way... By the way, among the customers on the third floor, there are bomb disposal personnel from the police."

He lowered his eyes and looked at Mr. Kindhearted.

Those few sentences just now were too long, and the kind-hearted gentleman was still in a dizzy state, so he reacted slowly for a while, and then he realized that his already red face turned red again, "You, you, you..."

"I, I, I." Hinata repeated the other party's words reasonably and patiently, and continued to state, "At the latest half an hour, the bomb will be captured by the police. No matter what your original plan was, it will be

I'm going to serve a sentence."

He thought for a while and added, "When the time comes, maybe some people will remember you, and when they think of you, they will say -"

Mr. Good Samaritan lay on the ground and struggled for a while, trying to get up. As soon as he raised his head, a steady stream of red liquid flowed out and slid on the broken floor tiles, like the immature graffiti left by a child on the ruined walls.

"'What kind of bomber are you talking about? There was actually a bomb installed in the bookstore... Oh, I remembered that funny trick. What kind of bomber was that? He was just a clown who was easily subdued by the police. This kind of thing

This thing is not even qualified to be used as a conversation piece after dinner, it’s really disappointing.”

This sentence is equivalent to stepping on the tail of a lost dog.

The bereaved dog immediately whimpered in pain, and an angry light shot out from its eyes.

Hinata made it clear and reasonable, "So, you need help now."

"There is someone who can help you finish the rest, give you a push, or let this bookstore and you stay in other people's memories forever. More than ten years later, the residents nearby are still secretive about it."

He raised the transparent box and pressed the red button affectionately in front of Mr. Good Samaritan. His fingers were once again blocked by the box cover.

Is this clear enough?

All I have to do is say, ‘Hurry up and send me a mission. I’ll help you out today and help you fulfill your last wish!’

But, one second, two seconds, three seconds...

The system prompt did not pop up for a long time, and Mr. Good Samaritan stopped struggling to think clearly.

The other person was lying on the ground, his face and the remote control reflected in his eyes.

Hinata blinked her eyes in a reasonable and unclear manner, stretched out her hand and waved it in front of the other person's eyes, and found that the other person's eyes were still moving, "You're not unconscious, are you? That's good."

Not far away, there were rapid footsteps. He listened with his ears straight up and concluded that something was wrong.

This kind of rapid footsteps is either the murderer on the loose in Disney, or the police dog chasing Snow White...or chasing his own tail...

Or they were police dogs that heard the sound of the earth shaking and sniffed the victims all the way!

Most likely it's the latter.

No, Mr. Good Samaritan hasn't given up the mission yet, so he can't be discovered by the police dog.

Hinata thought rationally for a second about the possibility of dragging Mr. Good Samaritan and running away quickly. He lowered his head to look at Mr. Good Samaritan's size, then felt his aching back and arms, and hesitantly stretched out his hand.

He took his hand back.

‘Drag people away’ is seriously unacceptable.

You will be caught on the spot by a police dog on the way, and then you can’t try to take advantage of the mission and collect points with nothing.

He pushed Mr. Good Samaritan's shoulder and urged in a low voice, "The police are coming soon. Do you really not need help?"

*

The bookshelf around him was rushing back quickly. Matsuda Jinpei ignored the fork in the road and continued to move forward in the direction of his memory, rushing towards the door.

While rushing, he couldn't help but feel annoyed.

Damn it, knowing that guy’s name and letting him go alone to close the door, he is really...!

He held the phone in his hand, with several unanswered messages on it.

When the sudden and heavy sound of hitting the ground just now was heard, Matsuda Jinpei immediately became alert.

After identifying the direction and discovering that the sound was coming from the escape tunnel on this floor, he became more vigilant and sent several reasonable messages directly to Hinata.

No reply.

Although it is normal not to be replied to immediately, but after the news just sounded, this behavior of not replying to messages suddenly cast an ominous shadow.

In particular, Matsuda Jinpei experienced bombing incidents with Hinata twice, or to modify the statement, it was after he met Hinata twice and "accidentally" became the victim of a bomber.

That bad premonition didn't require much thinking at all, and it automatically focused on the previous example and started making crazy noises.

For a moment, he couldn't help but think, 'Don't let anything happen' and 'Definitely, make sure it's in time'. Then he felt that even thinking about it would affect his speed on the road.

After passing through the last bookshelf, the eyes suddenly opened up, and the layers of bookshelves within the field of vision disappeared. The first thing that caught the eye was the bright red liquid.

There was a chubby man lying on the ground. The minor squatted in front of the other man's head, lowering his head, and was seriously talking to him.

There was a trace of blood on his half-bent knee, his pants there were soaked with blood, and there were some red blood stains on his hands.

Hearing the rapid and sudden stop of footsteps, the minor raised his head and looked over.

There was also blood on one side of his cheek.

But after just one glance, Matsuda Jinpei's heart suddenly relaxed.

The blood stain on the minor's face was a wipe-like blood stain. It should have been caused by accidentally touching his cheek with his hand and rubbing it on, rather than a head injury.

"Officer Matsuda." The other party's expression was a little confused. He just called out, then lowered his head, raised his hands and took a look.

The hands were red and stained with blood.

Matsuda Jinpei's heart skipped a beat again. He ignored his rapid breathing and walked over quickly to check the situation, "What happened? Are you injured? What's going on with this person?"

He quickly checked the condition of the man on the ground and discovered the cracks in the floor and the injury on the back of the man's head. He quickly opened the man's eyes and looked at them for a few seconds, and his solemn expression relaxed.

He suffered a heavy blow to the back of his head, but when his eyes were opened, his eyeballs were still moving and his consciousness was very clear. There were no drag marks on the ground at the scene, and it had not been moved.

Then just carefully maintain the other person's posture and wait for the emergency personnel to come over and give first aid.

During today's operation, their team was the first group to enter the scene to investigate and clarify the situation.

There are several teams of police personnel waiting for orders at any time and can set off immediately. Most importantly, there are also ambulances on standby.

Even if the ambulance is parked far away to avoid alerting others, it can arrive within three minutes at the latest.

"There are injured people here. They suffered a heavy blow to the back of the head. They have not lost consciousness yet, and they have not moved since the injury." He quickly took out his mobile phone, dialed his colleague's number directly, and called the emergency personnel over.

After hanging up the phone, Matsuda Jinpei hurriedly glanced at his hand that was stained with blood when he just checked the injury, and the cell phone that was stained by his hand.

He wiped his hands on his pants, barely wiping them clean, and then reached out directly to hold the minor's face, forcing him to no longer lower his head to check the condition of the injured.

The minor was forced to raise his head and look at him.

Matsuda Jinpei tried to be concise and concise, "What happened? Who is this person?"

After looking at each other, he saw the minor's eyes and expressions more clearly and accurately.

The other party was indeed in a dazed state and a little overwhelmed. Hearing this, he paused for a few seconds, organized his words for a while, and then uttered one sentence, "He is dead."

Matsuda Jinpei: "."

He quickly let go of the minor's face, lowered his head and quickly checked the condition of the wounded, opened his eyes, tried breathing and listening to the heartbeat.

After completing a series of actions, he looked up again and found that the minor was lowering his head again and staring at the injured person. He then held up the other person's face and forced the other person to raise his head.

"The wounded person is not dead and is not unconscious for the time being. The emergency personnel who have been prepared in advance will arrive in three minutes. His position cannot be moved before the emergency personnel arrive." Matsuda Jinpei tried his best to speak clearly. He and those green eyes

Looking at each other.

He asked patiently again, "What happened?"

"But when I called him, he didn't respond," the minor thought for a moment, "...he pretended to be dead?"

"Why?"

Minors are confused.

Matsuda Jinpei: "..."

So what happened!

He squeezed his palm to bring the minor back to his senses and asked again, "Don't be afraid, what just happened?"

"He attacked me from behind, I threw him over my shoulder, and the back of his head hit the ground, and blood flowed out." The minor came to his senses, "I wanted to help him, but he ignored me."

"...I thought he was dead."