The cold wind blows against the snow, staying up late and waiting for more than two hours, finally a black car arrives late.

A fat, white middle-aged man wearing square black-framed glasses got off the car and arrogantly ordered everyone to gather.

He looked very busy, and he watched indifferently as everyone lined up in the street with snow while making phone calls with a Bluetooth headset. Most of the time, he just listened without saying a word, occasionally making a few umbrellas.

Everyone lined up, but the phone number was not finished.

Miyake Miyake said to Shiga Kazuo quietly: "I guess he is negotiating with someone, and he is someone he hates very much. His expression fully illustrates this point - hatred and disdain. It must have been made unacceptable demands, or even almost threatened, so he was full of anger."

Shiga Kazuo secretly glanced at the fat middle-aged man: "Say less and be careful that someone would report it. This guy is famously petty and takes revenge, and is very cruel. If you ask you to be a patrolman at Father Island Police Station, you will be miserable."

Miyake Mitsuya pressed his voice down: "I guess he should be on the verge of an outbreak and will immediately start arguing with the opposite side of the phone...3,2,1."

As soon as he finished speaking, the fat middle-aged man suddenly burst into anger on the spot: "Do you want to understand? I will tell you clearly! All! It's all! No one can be left behind! Either you get this matter, or you're done by us! You don't have much time left, so I'll do it myself! I'm not interested in wiping your butt!"

He cursed at the invisible opponent on the other end of the network, spitting everywhere, and the fat on his face trembled, very much like the Mother Buu who destroyed the universe in a comic.

Perhaps he noticed his incompetence, he quickly cut off the phone and turned his attention to the scene.

At this time, it had been seven or eight minutes since everyone was lined up.

The fat and fat middle-aged man glanced at everyone standing in front of him and began to speak: "Thank you for your hard work! This investigation has been upgraded to a contract operation between departments and bureaus, and the management rights will be transferred to CIRO! I am the senior intelligence counselor of the National Security Bureau, Masao Fukiyo, and was ordered to fully enforce the operation and report it directly to the Chief Cabinet Officer!"

CIRO is the abbreviation of the Cabinet Intelligence Investigation Office, referred to as Internal Message, and is an intelligence agency directly responsible for the Cabinet. In terms of jurisdiction, it is above all Japanese intelligence agencies.

The National Security Bureau is a business agency that supports the operation of CIRO. To be honest, it is to run errands for the CIRO men.

Funetsu Masao coughed majestic: "Below, each unit will report the situation."

An old man wearing a white coat said: "NRIPS has completed a first-hand investigation. The on-site environmental data has been initially collected. It has detected that there are toxic substances in the accident bus that endangers your life and safety. It is recommended that you must wear a Level 4 biochemical protective clothing before getting close to the investigation."

Miyake quickly took out the question he had just said: "What is in the car? Which kind of strong corrosion agent can dissolve a bus like that?"

The old man with glasses shook his head back and forth: "I don't know. The sample analysis has not been finalized yet, and no conclusion can be drawn at present."

"Then give me a set of protective clothing, I'm going to check it out in the bus."

The old man said you are afraid that it is not forcing me: "There are only six sets of Level 4 protective clothing left. Mr. Fukiyo has one set, and the rest will be distributed to each department--"

Shiga Ichigo also advised her: "Miyaya, don't go, it's very dangerous inside."

However, Miyake insisted and confessed to Masao Funagao: "Mr. Funagao, I am Miyake who is investigated by the Criminal Department of the Metropolitan Police Department. Our department has determined to be responsible for the next search and verification work. If you want to start the work, you must obtain enough first-hand information!"

Shiga Kazuo glared at her and told her to speak less.

Miyake herself was a little discouraged and didn't expect too much. Today, the big guys from various departments gathered together, and any one he picked up was much higher than her, the small inspection director. I'm afraid I don't want to eat the soup.

However, the subsequent development was beyond her expectations.

Masayo Fukigo seemed very happy and praised her: "Miss Miyake is brave enough to serve, and the Metropolitan Police Department needs talents like you. Well, very energetic! In this way, give her my protective suit."

Shiga Kazuo frowned: "This..."

Fukio Masao glanced at him: "Mr. Shiga has a different opinion?"

Shiga looked respectful: "No! No! No! But I have a small request. Can I give me a set of protective clothing? Miyake is my subordinate. I can't watch her take risks on the front line, but I hide behind me. Forgive me for being rude. My father has taught me since he was a child. This kind of thing is shameful."

Funego Masao's face turned gloomy and ordered the old man with white coat and glasses: "Give Mr. Shiga a set too."

Miyake Mori really wants to complain: Section Chief, you can’t be promoted, it’s not just because you’re so stinky as golf.

He mocked Nagata Town senior officials in person, and that it was already a smoke from the ancestral tomb that he would not be dismissed.

Well, it's great to care for your subordinates...

Put on a bulky protective suit, connect the oxygen cylinder, adjust the instrument, and the technician signaled that Miyake Jasmine could set off.

"You only have thirty minutes!" the technician shouted at her through her protective suit, "Pay attention to the oxygen residue gauge on your wrist. If the pointer enters the red area, you must retreat!"

The gasoline generator was so noisy that Miyake's ears were buzzing.

She gave the technician a thumbs up and signaled to receive it. At this time, Shiga Ichigo had already set off, so she quickly followed.

The bus has been sealed by people from the Science and Technology Police Research Institute. In order to prevent the possibility of biochemical substances spreading, the surrounding area will remain sealed until a large truck comes to tow away the bus.

After passing through two sealed doors and strictly disinfecting, she finally saw the bus.

Very scary.

There were traces of violent burning everywhere, paint peeling off, plastic melting, and even the steel plates of the car body were everywhere. The beams and frame melted violently, and were hit again, twisted into a huge "く".

It seems that the bus is like taking a shower in Hell Lava Lake.

The car was full of corpses, most of which were burned black and black, leaving only a pair of bones. They kept their way when they were struggling during their lifetime, tangled together, looking like a monster with many hands and feet.

Shiga Ichigo came over and said, "Miyaya, what do you think about this?"

Miyake Mali was eager to get up and said, "Secretary, I can give you an answer in ten minutes."

As a famous "Ghost of the Scene" in the search class, once the investigation began, Miyake Miyake was extremely devoted. She almost flipped through all the skeletons that could be turned, prepared many bags of evidence, and happily put something in from time to time. That enthusiasm was like visiting a discount store at the end of the year in Ginza.

"What a big fire," she turned one of the victim's pelvis in disappointment. "The bones are completely carbonized and the bone marrow is burnt."

Speaking of this, it seems that she suddenly felt inspiration.
Chapter completed!