Not a detective

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No wonder the chefs left work at 7:30. Shouldn't restaurants on ships stay open longer? It turns out these people had ulterior motives all along.

Of course, this might be his resentment at not being able to eat.

"Excuse me, everyone."

Asakawa Riku didn't bother with any infiltration; he simply kicked open the tightly closed door.

With a sudden crash, everyone inside was startled, their mutterings stopped, and they stared in astonishment at the student who had barged in.

"Hey... this area isn't for visitors, there are safety regulations. Student, get out of here, okay?"

The captain, wearing a Hawaiian shirt, also waved stiffly, trying to drive Asakawa Riku away.

"Uh, boss, this door—"

At the same time, the henchmen beside them finally realized something was wrong, and one of them pointed shakily at the door that had been kicked open.

After being kicked by Asakawa Riku, it broke in half and almost fell out of the frame.

This kind of power is definitely not something an ordinary person can achieve.

"Tamura Yasuo." Asakawa Riku didn't waste any words. He called out the captain's name directly, and then called out the names of the other crew members one by one: "I know who you are, and I know what bad things you are plotting. I have already defused the bombs on this ship, so answer my questions properly, and I can make your suffering less."

The crew members' faces showed varying degrees of fear:

"What...how could you possibly know about...the bomb..."

"It's just simple reasoning."

Asakawa Riku smiled. With Hoshino's intelligence assistance, he never thought he would one day be able to experience the feeling of being a detective and showing off.

The next second, without warning, he turned his head away—

boom!

The bullet whizzed past his ear, followed by a loud bang, and the spent cartridge shattered the cabin window.

Someone secretly pulled out a gun and fired at him from behind, but he dodged it precisely.

Because of his fear of guns, Asakawa Riku developed the ability to hear the sound of mechanical triggers and smell gunpowder and gunpowder. His reaction and speed were also enough to dodge them.

In fact, the speed at which the other side could draw their guns was slower than the speed at which the fanatical villagers could throw harpoons, which is enough to prove how strange the "Red Stingray Festival" was.

At that moment, Captain Tamura Yasuo had just pulled out a pistol from his belt, preparing to silence him, but Asakawa Riku forced him closer and broke his finger.

"...Aaaaaah!"

The intense pain blinded him, causing him to drop the pistol before he could even hold it properly.

"From now on, if you make any small mistake, I will break one of your fingers. If you don't answer my questions or deliberately lie, it will also be one finger."

Asakawa Riku lowered his voice and threatened in a magnetic tone, "While I don't have the same convenient shikigami as my senior, I understand human anatomy and the principles of pain. I can guarantee you can endure the greatest pain without fainting—"

At this moment, some people seemed unable to contain their fear and wanted to run away.

The moment Asakawa Riku heard the footsteps, he turned around, picked up the pistol on the ground, and threw it.

The pistol he threw had a penetrating power no less than that of a bullet. It struck the man's leg, piercing through it and tearing the fleeing man's thigh apart.

"Ahhhh!"

The man was forced to fall to the ground, writhing in agony as he clutched his broken leg, blood splattering everywhere.

This is the guy who just fired the shot. As Asakawa Riku said, those who are prepared to kill should be prepared to be killed.

"I forgot to mention, there's another rule: anyone who tries to escape will be punished more severely, with their leg being broken. Wouldn't it be better for you to suffer less?"

Asakawa Riku's cold gaze swept over the crowd.

Now, with a living example right before their eyes, the crew members finally dared not resist, abandoned their attempts to draw their guns, and tremblingly raised their hands in surrender.

...None of them expected that such a seemingly ordinary student would have such great strength and such a ruthless style.

"who are you?"

Captain Tamura Yasuo gritted his teeth; his broken index finger had turned black and necrotic, and the pain made his forehead covered in sweat.

"Wrong, now I'll ask the questions, and you'll answer them."

Asakawa Riku grasped his index finger: "Who are you? What are your true identities? What are your plans? Who is the mastermind behind this? Are you part of an organization? Why are you doing this?"

"I won't tell—Aaaaaah!!"

Another finger was broken, and Asakawa Riku abandoned him.

He knew a person's pain threshold; the ten fingers are connected to the heart, and continuing any further might cause someone to faint, which would be too easy for him.

Perhaps we should let him rest and try someone else first.

"So, who's next to answer the question?"

"...Heh, no one will answer you. None of us will say a word!"

Unexpectedly, Tamura Yasuo, standing behind him, spoke through gritted teeth. Although his face was contorted in a ferocious grimace, his tone was resolute.

Asakawa Riku was surprised that he had such a tough opponent, but he didn't really care:

"I've heard that humans can't withstand waterboarding, even those who have received professional training. Since this is at sea, it seems I can conduct an experiment."

The night is still long, and no student will come to the driver's seat late at night for no reason. He just needs to solve the problem before tomorrow.

Tamura Yasuo roared, "We may not be able to beat you... but don't think we're helpless!"

Asakawa Lu sneered:

"What can I do? Should I use your brainwashing ability? Unfortunately, it's useless against me."

"Brainwashing? What are you talking about... We share a common belief, a devout and supreme faith, and it's definitely not some vulgar thing like brainwashing!"

Tamura Yasuo suddenly raised his head high.

At that moment, Asakawa Riku saw that all eight of his crew members had the same expression.

Red eyes—

The expression looked very familiar. He remembered it; it was the same kind of fanatical look he had on that island, just like the villagers'!

"So... you weren't the masterminds behind the brainwashing either, but rather targets who were also brainwashed?"

Asakawa Riku suddenly realized that he was still far from the truth, and these crew members were not the end.

At that moment, Tamura Yasuo had already drawn another pistol with his other hand.

He didn't point at Asakawa Riku, but rather towards the control panel behind him, the instruments:

"In that case, let's move the plan forward! Haha! Let's all become sacrifices!"

Summer of the Red Stingray: Chapter Twenty-Two: Disaster

"Even if you destroy the cockpit, it won't help."

Asakawa Riku lied expressionlessly: "I learned to sail in Hawaii when I was a kid. Even if it breaks down, I can fix it and sail it back to Tokyo."

"Who said we were going to destroy the cockpit?" Tamura Yasuo sneered, his expression twisted between pain and fanaticism.

"You know we have bombs, right? There's one under the bridge at the bow of the ship. That's the one I'm going to shoot!"

"The bomb has been defused."

"It's useless!! Even if it can't be operated remotely, as long as it withstands a certain amount of pressure and damage, it will be manually triggered and explode!"

In the dimly lit cockpit, Tamura Yasuo's face became like that of a demon.

Asakawa Riku sensed something was wrong, and he frowned...

The plan still went wrong. Although preparations were made, the enemy turned out to be such a madman.

He thought the captain, the mastermind behind it all, would at least value his own life, but he never expected that the captain would dare to manually detonate the explosives at close range, completely disregarding the risk of mutual destruction.

This guy... is also a brainwashed fanatic!

"Brothers and comrades! Now is the time for us to offer our lives. Let us join this great sacrifice!"

Yasuo Tamura sounded the final call.

"Don't try to succeed!"

Thinking this, Asakawa Riku didn't hesitate for a moment. He flicked his fingers, using the air he flicked at his fingertips as bullets, and a sharp, whistling sound shot out—

It instantly pierced through the palm of Tamura Yasuo's other hand, causing him to drop the pistol and fail to fire.

At the same time, the person behind him also cried out in pain. Asakawa Riku could only fire two "finger guns" at a time with both hands, but that was far from enough...

Even when he turned his body and used his spatial perception to accurately hit the remaining two people, he still couldn't cover them all.

"For the Supreme God! For the Patriarch!!"

The crew members shouted in unison, and they all drew their pistols without hesitation, aiming at Asakawa Riku's back even as their hands pierced through them one by one.

Even though he tried to block the bullets with his body, Asakawa Riku was too busy to do so. There were eight crew members, and the gunfire from eight different angles gave him only a fleeting moment.

Bang……!

One has been launched.

That was the first crew member whose right leg was blown off by Asakawa Riku. He ignored the massive blood loss and pain, lay on the ground, and completed the shot from the blind spot.

Damn...!

Asakawa Riku could only watch helplessly as the bullet marks passed before his eyes, as if in slow motion. He had tried his best, but still couldn't reach them.

The bullet pierced the metal cabinet in the control panel, triggering the bomb inside.

Drop, drop.

Only two faint prompts were emitted.

Asakawa Riku took a deep breath and assumed a starting stance—

...

boom……! ! !

Shockwaves and heat swept through the entire cockpit, and a terrifying roar echoed across the silent sea, disturbing the night sky and causing ripples and waves to rise on the ocean.

The ship's structure was damaged; the bombs caused the bottom steel to crack and disintegrate.

A leak has occurred, and the countdown to sinking has begun...

Three seconds later, Asakawa Riku got up from the ground, still feeling lingering fear.

The explosion happened right before his eyes.

The distance was too close; he only had time to run ten meters, but those ten meters saved his life. As soon as he stepped out of the driver's seat, the heat caught up with his speed.

Asakawa Riku's terrifying survival instinct made him forcefully turn his body, protect his head with his hands, bend his body, and then the shockwave threw him away, slamming him a long way before stopping.

At this moment, his hands, having directly absorbed the impact of the bomb, had one side of their skin burned off, leaving them bloody and mangled, with the bone visible beneath.

The power of the bomb exceeded his defensive limits. Although he was stronger than the average person, a martial artist was still made of flesh and blood.

His hands were in excruciating pain and bleeding profusely, but thankfully, it wasn't a fatal injury for him.

Because his head and internal organs were well protected, he can still move around.

"hateful……!"

After the initial joy of surviving the ordeal, intense regret followed.

Asakawa Riku gritted his teeth. He had clearly seized the initiative and made all the necessary preparations, but things still turned into a disaster.

But now was not the time for regret. He immediately stood up and tore off the shirt that had holes in it from the burns.

Since it was already tattered, he broke it in half and wrapped it around his left and right arms as makeshift bandages, which could barely stop the bleeding from the wounds.

Curing the disease is not difficult; the key is to turn the situation around.

After performing what could hardly be called an "emergency measure," Asakawa Riku didn't waste any time and immediately ran onto the deck.

—Waaah! —Waaah! —Waaah!

At that moment, a loud alarm sounded inside the cabin, probably indicating a leak.

In contrast, there was violent rocking and churning. The ship, which had been sailing steadily, was almost turned into a floating board in the raging waves. This was probably not only due to the damage to the ship's structure, but also because many people were trampling on the deck at the same time. Asakawa Riku heard panicked shouts, cries for help, and sobs coming from all directions, as well as the loud, resonant sound of students' footsteps as they fled.

"Is the ship sinking?!"