Matsuda Jinpei pushed up his sunglasses and stared blankly at the boxes. "..." Shouldn't dark corners of alleys grow moss or mushrooms? Why were there no moss or mushrooms here, but so many bombs had sprung up out of nowhere instead?
And every single one looked quite fresh...
Though his mind was no longer as sharp as it had been in life, Matsuda Jinpei wasn't foolish enough to think they had grown after the rain.
Thinking of the Bomber who had been active lately, then recalling the dream from not long ago, he pondered it for a long while. Then he slapped his palm and suddenly understood.
—Could the Bomber have placed them here?
Working backward from that conclusion, he found it increasingly likely.
The Bomber had been dragged into that dream before. He surely remembered why he had been caught so miserably in it.
"If I remember correctly, heading out of this stretch of alleys and following that street, you can see Teitan High School. You can even see Jiang Xia's classroom." Matsuda Jinpei tried to construct a map in his mind. "Could the second bomb have been planted at Teitan High School?"
If that was the case, then this sudden batch of bombs was easy to understand—the criminal was still unrepentant and wanted to personally watch his masterpiece. To avoid being caught, he had mapped out an escape route in advance, intending to lure the police in and blow them up if they pursued him.
...Just as cunning as the previous two times.
Muttering to himself, Matsuda Jinpei crouched down and began dealing with the long row of bombs.
He couldn't leave, so there was nothing he could do about matters elsewhere.
But the bombs in this alley were well within his capabilities—whatever that damned Bomber was planning,