Sato Miwako felt fortunate that she was in Criminal Investigation and not particularly sensitive about bomb disposal.
By her estimate, if the people from the Explosives Disposal Unit heard that, every one of them would grab a pair of wire cutters and beat this guy to death.
But on second thought, she became somewhat curious.
How exactly could Fujino—a high school student, detective, and Criminal Investigation consultant—defuse bombs so easily?
After all, bomb disposal looked extremely complicated, and in reality, it was extremely complicated. Do it right, and you got covered in ash. Do it wrong, and you became ash.
Even the experts among bomb disposal officers were valuable personnel cultivated through countless rounds of training.
Yet someone who looked like he had absolutely nothing to do with bombs could actually defuse them...
And apparently, he had never failed.
Was that really reasonable?
Unable to contain her curiosity, she asked Fujino, "So, Fujino, where exactly did you learn how to defuse bombs?"
"Online, of course."
Fujino said seriously, "Bomb Makers can learn to make bombs and mix gunpowder by hand online, so isn't it perfectly reasonable for a detective like me to learn bomb disposal online too?"
"Uh..."
Sato Miwako fell silent for a moment, then closed her police notebook. "Reasonable. Very reasonable."
Learning it online was just too reasonable.
Not getting blown up to death already counted as sheer luck.
"Ring-ring..."
At that moment, a phone suddenly began to ring.
Sato Miwako took out her phone and saw that Juzo Megure was calling. "Understood, Inspector Megure. About fifteen more minutes. We'll be finished right away."
"Phew..."
Sato Miwako ended the call and sighed, glancing at the November 7 displayed on her phone screen.
She looked back at the street behind her and suddenly fell into a daze.
If only