Pain, It Really Hurt!

Following Juzo Megure's gaze, Inspector Fujino saw several Forensic Science Division officers investigating and collecting evidence near the body not far away.

He looked at it carefully, rubbed his eyes, and didn't find anything unusual.

He then asked with some doubt, "Brother Fujino, have you discovered some new clues?"

"Hmm, it's not just clues, it looks like that guy is planning to make his move on us outright before we do... If that's the case, then that patrolman must be Hachimaki Ichiro."

Fujino narrowed his eyes slightly, a strange glint of light flashing in his dark pupils.

Just as Chiba arrived, Fujino glanced in the direction of the corpse.

Then, a police officer wearing a patrol uniform and a hat walked by carrying a Forensic Science Division toolbox.

After placing the toolbox next to the body, he strolled away leisurely.

Normally, such behavior shouldn't be a big problem.

However, just in case, Fujino activated Eagle Vision Goto entering the crime scene...

In Hawkeye's gray-black world, the toolbox placed next to the corpse was now gleaming with an unusual light.

Fujino had seen that kind of light before; its shape was extremely similar to the bombs in the previous cases, only the number was much greater.

"Hachimaki Ichiro?"

Juzo Megure paused for a moment upon hearing this, then glanced at the source.

By the time he came to his senses, Fujino had already vanished in a flash, appearing as a blur to the surrounding people.

"Um??"

At this moment, Hachimaki Ichiro, who was strolling leisurely not far away, also noticed Fujino rushing towards them.

But as a qualified Mikado person, confidence is his top defining characteristic.

His first thought wasn't that his identity had been exposed; instead, he began to ponder the other party's purpose in coming.

For example: Are you running so fast because you're in a hurry to go to the toilet, or are you imagining some kind of evidence?

I never expected that I had already been exposed.

While he was pondering, Fujino leaped into the air and kicked him hard in the chest.

With a loud "bang," Hachimaki Ichiro felt his body momentarily suspended in mid-air.

When he opened his eyes again, he found that he had been thrown two or three meters away.

A furrow was also plowed deep into the grass in front of him.

"Cough... cough!"

After regaining his senses, Hachimaki Ichiro struggled to his feet from the grass, coughing up a mouthful of blood.

He looked completely bewildered.

No, are detectives these days really this good?

You attacked my teammate?!

Only then did Hachimaki Ichiro dare to believe that his identity had been exposed.

He clutched his throbbing chest with one hand and reached for his remote control phone in his pocket with the other, intending to detonate the bomb and wipe out everyone near the corpse.

Before he could press the button, a fair hand grabbed his hand that was holding the phone.

"...?"

Before Hachimaki Ichiro could react, Fujino's fingers gripped his five fingers and the phone tightly, as if they were iron clamps.

"Snap!"

"Ah--!"

With a crisp sound and a piercing wail, under the enhancement of the power, Hachimaki Ichiro's cell phone and five finger bones were all reduced to fragments.

Blood flowed down the skin pierced by bone fragments, staining the white gloves red.

Immediately afterwards, Fujino grabbed the hand that had been crushed and broken, and threw it over his shoulder, pinning the other person firmly to the ground.

"Hachimaki Ichiro, right?"

Fujino grabbed his arm with one hand and pressed his knee against his lower back, asking in a deep voice.

"Let go!"

"There's a bomb!"

Before Hachimaki Ichiro could respond, a commotion suddenly arose behind him.

"Looks like you didn't install a trigger... That's really honest."

Fujino turned around and saw that the Forensic Science Division police officers surrounding the body had discovered the bomb.

When he discovered the bomb, he had already determined that it was a remote-controlled bomb, not a detonated one.

Otherwise, the first thing he would have dealt with would definitely have been the bomb, not Hachimaki Ichiro...

Pulling himself out of his thoughts, Fujino looked at Hachimaki Ichiro and smiled, "How does it feel to have your plan fail?"

"How can this be allowed to end!"

Hachimaki Ichiro cursed under his breath and struggled to get up, "Let go of me right now!"

"You really can't see the reality of the situation..."

Fujino's face darkened. He tightened his foot on the lower back and pulled on the other arm, snapping it off with a "crack!" He said in a low voice, "I'll take off one of your arms first, so you can stop trying to pull any more tricks."

"Ah--!"

Feeling the intense pain in his shoulder, Hachimaki Ichiro couldn't help but cry out.

"Looks like you're really happy... you even shouted it out."

Fujino crouched down, smiling as he looked at Hachimaki Ichiro's face. He reached out and grabbed Yamaki's other hand, pinching Yamaki's little finger between his index and middle fingers with his other hand. "Are there any other bombs around here?"

"Pooh!"

Hachimaki Ichiro spat out, "Baka yarou!"

"Looks like you don't want to cooperate."

Fujino sighed and tightened his grip slightly with two fingers, "You little bastard, huh?"

"Ah--!"

This time, the shout was particularly shrill, with a slightly hoarse tone.

"Hmm, look, he's smiling again."

Fujino smiled wryly, hesitated for a moment, then pinched his ring finger between his fingers. "Let me see, there are four left... Looks like you can laugh a little longer."

Hachimaki Ichiro: "...?!"

Are you sure you're Criminal Consultant?!

Not in charge of interrogation?!

It hurts, it really hurts!

At this moment, Hachimaki Ichiro's face turned pale, and he secretly complained in his heart, but before he could think any further, a pain and a crisp sound came from his hand.

"Snap!"

"Ah--!!!"

At this moment, Juzo Megure and Sato and Takagi, who had just realized what was happening, quickly caught up with Fujino, who had already subdued the thug for some time.

"Well, why don't you just tell the truth..."

"Brother Fujino, you..."

"Snap!"

Juzo Megure was about to ask something, he saw Fujino suddenly dislocate Hachimaki Ichiro's other arm, and he didn't dare to continue.

"Inspector Megure!"

Fujino turned around and patted the bloodstains off his hands. "This guy has already confessed that there are no bombs nearby, and the only remote control device he has is his cell phone."

"..."

Juzo Megure couldn't help but swallow hard. "Brother, you..."

"Oh."

Fujino looked at the blood on his hands. "His."

"Um... it doesn't matter whether it's his or hers."

Juzo Megure's eye twitched as he glanced at Hachimaki Ichiro, who lay on the grass like a dead dog. "The main question is whether he's still alive or not!"

"Don't worry, he's still alive, it's just that I took off both his arms."

Fujino chuckled lightly, "After all, he was holding an explosive device at the time. If we hadn't been ruthless, all the Forensic Science Division officers nearby would probably have been in trouble."

Juzo Megure: "..."

He glanced hesitantly at Hachimaki Ichiro's bloodied and mangled hand.

Beneath that 'honest and simple' exterior, there's always this feeling that...

What terrifying thing is hidden there?