Me dressed as a gin brother

Conan did not cheer up under the encouragement of Kurosawa Hideaki.Because there is no small stool for him to step on in the bathroom of 303, he can't reach the sink at all...

Kurosawa Hideaki watched Conan stepping his feet to reach the toothbrush and laughed out of shame. Under the accusing eyes of the other party, he walked to the warehouse and found a foot pedal in the corner that he would only use when changing the light bulb.

The good thing is that after Conan stood up, he could finally get the washstand.

The downside is that the pedals are a bit high, and the half-length mirror was used by Conan to have the effect of a full-length mirror, causing Kurosawa Hideaki to see the resentment on Conan's face clearly.

After washing and breakfast, the time came to [-]:[-].

Kurosawa Hideaki slumped on the sofa holding the "Jingguang brand" hand-made coffee, and looked at the upright Furutani Rei sitting beside him.

This man would not bend his back even under extreme exhaustion, the state of the bomb on his neck remained unchanged, his coat was wrinkled from sleep, and his shirt and trousers had not been changed.

It seems that in order to prevent an emergency in the middle of the night, everyone slept in their clothes last night.

Furutani Rei calmly drank the coffee in the mug under Kurosawa Hideaki's gaze, and gently put the ceramic cup on the coffee table without making a sound, 【I'm going to answer the phone. 】

[Will this phone call be made public? 】Officer Aoki with obsessive-compulsive disorder sign language very anxiously.

If Pramiya is going to use this method to control public opinion all the time, then the snowball of public opinion that rolls out in the later stage of the case will be extremely unfavorable to them.

[It depends on the content of the phone call. 】

Kurosawa Hideaki answered lazily, [If Plamia's purpose has always been to play tricks on the police and reduce our credibility, then every subsequent phone call will undoubtedly be made public. 】

[Be prepared, after all, the criminal this time is a partner of the Karasuma Group, and his methods may be more radical than those encountered before. 】

Holding a small cup of hot coffee, Conan glanced blankly among the police officers, and finally stopped at the clock hanging on the wall.

"Five forty-five."

"Why isn't Mr. Amuro leaving? Is he planning to answer the next call at the phone booth where he answered the call before?"

"Repeatedly answering calls at a phone booth is likely to allow the criminal to guess the location."

"Why not change it?"

Edogawa Conan's voices came out one after another.

"Could it be that Mr. Kurosawa forgot to remind you?"

Hearing this, Kurosawa Hideaki opened his lips slightly. Just as he was about to refute, he heard the excellent little detective refute himself.

"No, it won't. How could Officer Kurosawa make such a low-level mistake? There must be something I haven't noticed."

"Could it be... he and Mr. Amuro did it on purpose?"

Kurosawa Hideaki raised his eyebrows, tilted his head while holding the coffee cup and glanced at the watch on his left hand.

30 seconds.

It only took Conan 30 seconds from discovering the error to getting the correct answer.

"Mr. Kurosawa must have had a clear understanding of the character of this criminal after dealing with Plamia for so long. They think that making blatant calls from the phone booths around the apartment will cause people to be overwhelmed by being too obvious." Criminals doubt the veracity of the judgment that 'they live nearby'!"

Kurosawa Hideaki finished his last sip of coffee.

45 seconds.

Although it is not fast enough, it is indeed very good compared with the detectives of the Metropolitan Police Department.

Conan Edogawa solved his own doubts, and curled up obediently on the cushion in a daze, without even sounding his heart.

In the silence, the last 10 minutes seemed extraordinarily long.

Kurosawa Hideaki put the mobile phone on the coffee table, turned on the monitor, and soon, a piercing electric bell rang.

Takeshi Takada tensed his body violently, and made a gesture of getting up reflexively, and was quickly held down by Zhu Fujingguang.

"Calm down," he said.

Kurosawa Hideaki rolled his Adam's apple and stared at the screen.

"Hello?" Jiang Gu Ling's slightly tired voice sounded from the receiver.

"It seems that you are not resting well." Plamia's voice sounded sharp and thin because of the processing, and the voice changer amplified the playfulness in his voice, "However, it seems that your beacon has not given up on you .”

Fugu Zero didn't answer.

"Dong Ri is the prosecutor of your prosecutor's office. Isn't this result satisfactory?"

"According to the agreement, you should tell me the location of the first bomb." Jiang Gu Ling ignored Pramiya's question, hoping to control the rhythm of the conversation in his own hands.

But obviously, Plamia didn't want him to do this, "Don't be so anxious, Mr. Amuro."

Kurosawa Hideaki suddenly clenched his fists.

Something is wrong!

Pramia is not alone!

The caller this time is not the same as last time!

This person's personality when he speaks tends to be completely different from the first one!

This is a pleasure offender!

"Haha—the game has just begun!"

Plamia laughed heartily, and the harsh laughter almost pierced the eardrum, "I can give you a chance to unlock the bomb on your neck, as long as you don't ask where the first bomb is, I'll tell you where the key is." Let me tell you, Jie Jie Jie Jie."

He laughed uncontrollably, "How would you choose? Do you choose yourself, or the hostage imprisoned in the tower?"

Kurosawa Hideaki let out a long sigh of relief.

Fortunately, perhaps because the game has just begun, the method of this pleasure criminal is not cruel.

He threw himself back, closed his eyes and fell hard into the pillow of the sofa, and heard Jiang Gu Lingyong's firm and calm voice: "Tell me the location of the bomb."

"Tsk, it's not interesting."

He paused for tens of seconds, as if he thought of something funny, he sneered, "However, the game is fun when you play it slowly. I like to see the prey struggling. The first bomb was in the Yoshida mansion. What is the location in the mansion... This is a problem for the police to solve."

"See you next time, my toys, bye~"

clatter--

The phone hangs up.

The bug was of good quality, and the busy tone from the handset of the public telephone could be clearly heard.

Soon, a darker-skinned hand fastened the earpiece to the metal hanging ear, and the busy tone disappeared.

Boom!

Takeshi Takada slammed the armrest of the sofa, "Despicable!"

"Of course Zero will choose a hostage." Zhu Fu Jingguang's voice trembled a little, "But if it happens every time, what do we use to untie the bomb on his neck?"

"There will be a way." Kurosawa Hideaki said softly, "The problem now is that there is more than one person in Plamia."

"What?" Aoki raised his head suddenly.

"The person who called the second time is obviously different from the person who called the first time. The person on the first call is obviously much calmer and more rational." Kurosawa Hideaki clasped his hands and pressed them against his abdomen, his knuckles were strained Some whitish.

"The exchange he said on the call was by no means lip service, otherwise it's not very threatening, and I doubt he'd do anything about Zero's bomb."

After the voice fell, a needle could be heard in the living room.

"You said before that Mr. Furuya would not be in danger of life before August 8st..." Takada Ken's voice was extremely difficult.

"That was when there was really only one person in Plamia." Kurosawa Hideaki looked at the door, walked over quickly after it was opened, silently propped up Furutani Rei's jaw with his tiger's mouth, and checked his neck bomb.

The ring-shaped bomb device contained two tiny pipes that delivered the chemical agent.

Pots containing pink and blue potions line the arteries.

Two thin threads of different colors were condensed in the originally empty delivery pipe, which were twisted ropes that were about to be tightened.

Jiang Gu Zero's breath gradually became short of breath.

He had to warn in his heart: "Don't get so close."

Kurosawa Hideaki frowned and tapped a Morse code on Zero's shoulder, 【Don't move, there is something wrong with the bomb on your neck. 】

There was a reason for the incident, Jiang Gu Ling could only stand where he was, forced to raise his head, his neck exposed, and remained motionless.

Kurosawa Hideaki stretched out his left hand, and compared his ring finger to the bomb delivery pipe.

A quarter.

The delivery progress has gone by a quarter.

If Pramia still adopts such a threat next time, then Zero still has four chances to choose.

There are only four chances to choose...

He let go of the hand that clamped the opponent's jaw, and sighed very softly.

"What's wrong?" Jiang Gu Ling smiled, "You seem to be in a bad mood."

It's strange that this situation can be good.

Kurosawa Hideaki glanced at him, and then told everyone about the neck bomb.

Takada took a breath, and inserted his fingertips into his hair irritably, "What should we do? We can't get the location of Plamia, how can we disarm the bomb on Mr. Furutani's body?"

[Plamia did not inform us about the next set of bombs on this call. ] Jiang Guling changed the topic, [The explosion team may not go so smoothly when dismantling the bomb. 】

Conan pulled out a stack of unused sticky notes from under the coffee table in an attempt to join the discussion. He held a pencil and wrote wildly: [Yoshida Ayumi lives in the Yoshida Mansion. That building is a high-end apartment with a total of about 30 floors. Every There are two elevators on the first floor, and there are fifteen households. 】

[Calculated in this way, there are a total of 450 households in the Yoshida Mansion. Based on two people per household, it is conservatively estimated that there are a total of 900 people in the mansion, not to mention there are three families in the household. 】

The situation is critical, and Conan has no time to disguise his handwriting, [If Promea publishes the content of the phone call just now—the hostages in the Yoshida Mansion are likely to riot out of panic! 】

【It is impossible for Pramiya to allow the police to evacuate the hostages. 】 Takada Ken raised his phone, 【Look. 】

#The following are the rules of the game this time. Unfortunately, Mingdeng’s boyfriend seems to have chosen hostages between himself and the hostages. Maybe he hasn’t realized the seriousness of the problem yet?But it doesn't matter, let me tell you, Mr. Amuro, a quarter of your life was deducted because of your kindness.Next time, please think carefully before making a choice. #

Kurosawa Hideaki swiped the screen to see the next paragraph of text.

#The following will be a live broadcast of how the police dismantled the bomb in the mansion, ah... By the way, please click this link to download the special voting software.Let's join in the fun game together? #

#直播间链接 is the red one, let's start the salute of the party~boom! #

This tone...

Kurosawa Hideaki clicked on the link, and immediately entered an anonymous live broadcast website full of barrage, with black and white surveillance images on the interface.

He made out a few from the barrage that quickly slid across the screen.

[Criminal live broadcast police bomb disposal?Isn't this asking for trouble? 】

[Officer Kurosawa doesn't seem to be here this time, I don't think the people in the Metropolitan Police Department can do it, right? 】

[There are so many people in the Yoshida mansion, why doesn't Kurosawa Hideaki go? 】

[I'm a bit afraid to look at it. 】

"Police! We found the bomb!" shouted an inspection minister in police uniform.

Kurosawa Hideaki looked at the surveillance screen that was suddenly enlarged and occupied the screen.

There is an electronic timing card on the square box, and the red numbers are constantly decreasing.

"Police! I have one here too!"

More than one bomb?

No, it is not.

Plamia can't hide a huge number of bombs, they only have about 5 new chemical bombs at most, and about 45 ordinary bombs.

That kind of criminal would never waste 10 "precious" bombs in Yoshida's mansion.

Therefore, there should be only one real bomb in the Yoshida mansion, and the others are——

"Bang—" Colorful confetti splashed out of the iron box, and the rag doll with springs on the bottom popped out, almost hitting the bomb disposal police in the bomb disposal department's face.

A green wig flew out from the top of the doll's head, and a clown's face drawn in bright red paint faced the security camera.

Kurosawa Hideaki suddenly thought of what Pramiya said on the phone——

Let's fire up the party salute!

Pramiya's live broadcast was just for everyone to see how ugly the police were being played around by him!The other party expected that he would never let him go, so he went to help.

—Plamia wanted to separate him from Zero.

Kurosawa Hideaki took a deep breath, and his eyes slid from Takada Ken to Edogawa Conan.

It's only the first bomb, and he can't leave so soon.

'Remember your purpose, you are going to the headquarters of the organization. '

Kurosawa Hideaki warned himself, took away the full note in front of Edogawa Conan, turned over a page, and wrote on it: [Can you go to the Yoshida Mansion to find the real bomb?The sooner the better. 】

【Kuroda will believe your words, just tell him when you find it, this is his phone number. 】

Kurosawa Hideaki looked at Conan Edogawa with a dignified expression, and habitually used seduction methods.

[I can trust your wisdom, can't I?Little Mr. Holmes? 】

Conan stared at the last sentence on the note for at least three seconds, then nodded slowly and firmly.