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Dongtian's current state is not very good, his steps are vain, his eyebrows and eyes are tightly screwed together, and the whole person is in a trance.

This is not normal.

As a woman, it's always easy to think about things you shouldn't think.

Sato's heart, who didn't know what thoughts and voices sounded in his mind, was raised all of a sudden, frowned subconsciously, and hurriedly asked Dongtian what he saw when he went out without saying a word, so that she could be a little mentally prepared now.

That's what she thought of, and she was ready to accept any cruel truth.

For example, if someone found out that they were about to rush to their side, for example, if the media was preparing to make some kind of sensational news under the headline "Anti-Imprisonment? Female Detective and Innocent Reporter Chained by Murderer in Toilet Surveillance All Night" or something, Sato felt that he could calm down.

But he didn't expect Dongtian to shake his head, with a wry smile on his face, and he actually gave an unexpected question after a while: "No, Miss Criminal Police, I didn't see anything, but I didn't see anything......"

"Didn't see anything?" Sato felt that his comprehension was having a certain problem, "Then why do you ......"

The next second, in the process of talking to herself, she suddenly realized something important, her pupils couldn't help but shrink slightly, and her voice stopped abruptly.

Wait, maybe in this case, not seeing anything, is the biggest abnormality.

It's already close to noon, and no matter how late the museum opens and how unpopular it is, there will still be a small number of tourists and staff wandering around the building.

However, according to Higashida, none of these facts should have been conclusive.

Why?

"Isn't the museum open today?" Sato asked after a slight pause.

"No way. Kurosawa immediately retorted, "The closing day is on Tuesday, and it has nothing to do with today." ”

"How can that be ......" Sato couldn't help frowning, but he couldn't help but fall into deep doubts.

At this time, Higashida grabbed his hair, and opened his mouth to say a large string of useful information: "That, Miss Detective, and Mr. Kurosawa, although I didn't see anything just now, but, but, I heard a faint voice on the first floor, and when I subconsciously looked out of the window, there were still a large number of people gathered there......"

"Huh?" Sato was even more puzzled when he heard this, "If you don't come in, you will stand outside the door of the art museum?"

"yes, it's puzzling. Dongtian nodded silently in front, "I also have the same curiosity as you, and finally I couldn't help but look down at the window, only to notice that there was a platform set up above, and many staff came and went, maybe they were doing some kind of activity." ”

"Is that so?" Sato was stunned for a moment, and then couldn't help but smile dumbly, "In that case, there shouldn't be any problem, right? The anomaly in today's art museum may also be an event held by the merchant to attract customers, so you don't need to pay too much attention to it." ”

"But I always feel that the attitude of those people is not like they are coming to participate in the event, they are all preparing there with mobile phone video recorders, not only are there reporters next to them, but some police officers are also there to maintain order, if it is just an ordinary business event, it will not use such a big battle, right?"

But even though Sato said so, Higashida's heart still didn't let go at this time.

It's no wonder that anyone who sees that huge scene can't help but reverie, not to mention Dongtian, who is now embarrassed.

He stopped his hurried pacing back and forth from just now, grabbed his hair irritably, pulled out his hand that was deep into the messy hair, couldn't help but cast his eyes at Sato next to him, and finally his lips squirmed a few times, and finally he couldn't help but ask.

"Anyway, Miss Detective, those people must be your colleagues, have you ever received a message about this art museum that you need the police to help maintain order?"

Sato subconsciously shook his head into a rattle: "No, my escort mission at that time was on you, and I don't know anything about the Metropolitan Police Department, and I can't think of anything in this art museum that needs the police to help deal with......"

"It's a bomb......

The familiar and pleasant voice, the playful teasing chuckle, the tone was full of humor and humor, but the meaning of the words was pure black.

Sato and Higashida instinctively froze.

After they glanced at each other, they all looked towards the source of the sound again, and saw Kurosawa Silver leaning against the partition of the private toilet at this time, his fingers like butterflies wearing flowers, drawing a series of extremely fast afterimages above the machine, his expression focused and serious.

He bit his lip lightly, the curvature had not yet receded, even though his eyes were always focused on the screen of his phone, but it was obvious that the words just now were indeed made by him, a third party.

"Kurosawa, you ......"

"Ah, Miss Sato, didn't you hear clearly, there's a bomb. ”

Kurosawa Gin, who easily put Sato's soft voice in his ears, tilted his head slightly and raised his head.

His role, from being silent and obscure not long ago, began to turn to today's formal appearance, which is eye-catching.

It's impossible not to pay attention.

The "bombs" that have been emphasized one after another have a force that cannot be ignored.

"Mr. Kurosawa, are you kidding?" Higashida was confused, "There is a bomb here? is this an art museum?"

"This can't be!" Sato vetoed Kurosawa's words almost instantly, "How could we have been so coincidentally involved in a terrorist attack? Moreover, if this was really a terrorist attack, how could the crowd of onlookers outside have such a close look at this building? and put up a stage? This is unreasonable!"

The extreme attitude of the two of them suddenly made Kurosawa Silver stunned for a moment.

But when he reacted and realized that there was a possible misunderstanding between the two, he couldn't help but chuckle: "No, it's not a terrorist attack, it's not a coincidence at all, it's a performance that was scheduled from the beginning." ”

"You...... What are you talking about?"

"It's very simple. Kurosawa Silver shrugged his shoulders and smiled, as he turned the phone that he had been playing with in his hand, "Now, look, Conan sent me another message immediately after the call. ”

"Oh, it turns out that the person who talked to you secretly in the morning was Conan, so their case must have been solved, right?" After a slight pause, the first thought that popped into Sato's mind was expected to be related to the case, and then the second half of Kurosawa's words.

Her brow furrowed thoughtfully.

"Don't think about the truth of the news, not only because Conan can't deceive others on such an important matter, but also- I think Officer Takagi must have sent you a message, right?"

"My phone ran out of battery in the middle of the night. Sato muttered, but after reminiscing, his fists clenched suddenly, "I'm not doubting the truth of your words, because this is the only possibility that can prove all this accident, but in that case, we who are trapped in this art museum-"

"Aren't you going to be blown to pieces by that bomb?"

Her face was pale, as if it had been freshly painted.

That sentence, as her lips and teeth opened and closed, the atmosphere of the scene, it was a straight line, and finally it was as cold as an ice cellar.

Higashida's teeth began to tremble uncontrollably, but a faint stream of light suddenly crossed Kurosawa Gin's eyes. (To be continued.) )