Walk through the hallway.

Run through the flow of people who are being evacuated.

Push open the door to another lounge.

As he expected, the windows were wide open, the dim setting sun swept into the room, the brown curtains were blown up and down by the cold wind of the evening, and the door was empty.

Maoriland is not here.

The girl in the little dress skirt was supposed to sit obediently in this room, away from the murder scene, waiting for her unconscious father and childhood sweetheart to come and pick her up after solving the case.

The stupid but barely reliable little police officer brought the man over and stayed here with Mao Lilan, and then the little police officer was called out in the name of finding a bomb, and the little girl was left here alone.

She wouldn't have been evacuated with the others present, Toru Asada had paid special attention to the crowd when he ran over just now, and there was not a single ten-year-old child inside, and based on the location of the lounge and the pace of the child, it was impossible for Mao Lilan to run out in such a short time.

Mori Kogoro and Kudo Shinichi were both left at the scene of the crime, and the group of them were only notified of the bomb at the end, and judging by how much Mori Ran cared about them, it was more likely that she would try to meet up with the Mori detectives first.

No one can be found anywhere now, and the child has probably been taken away.

Toru Asada looked around inside the lounge, picked up the magazines that had fallen on the floor, flipped through them, and put them back on the table.

The lounge was clean and tidy, and there was no trace of a fight except for a book that fell on the ground, indicating that the person who did it was neat, and did not even let the little girl send any signal for help.

And in the hidden corner under the table lies a bug of the same model.

It's a lot of fun.

Toru Asada hooked the corners of his mouth, and pushed the windowsill with one hand and flipped out.

"Moses Moses—can you hear me—" There were no footprints left outside the window, apparently cleaned, and Toru Asada didn't rush to track it, but unhurriedly pulled out the bugging device that he had secretly placed in his pocket, and unwrapped layer after layer of toilet paper.

"Listen, the person on the other side - you're already surrounded by me alone - quickly put the person in your hand down—" Toru Asada lengthened his voice, then his tone turned deeper, and he read a name word by word into the bugging.

"You didn't ask people out on purpose to play hide and seek, right, Hirao."

The bugs wouldn't answer, but he almost laughed when he heard a burst of gunfire in the residential area to the north.

It's so funny, some people don't want to invite you into the urn, and they don't want to see who is the turtle.

Toru Asada replied to the bugging device, wrapped the black gadget and put it back in his pocket, and walked unhurriedly towards the place where the gunshots came.

This method of arranging bugs, this style of kidnapping people without saying a word, and the timing of this appearance, there is no doubt that it is the rumored Hirao Taka.

There are people who are born with a desire for blood and violence, who are born with a preference for the warm and rusty red of fresh blood, and who are born with pure excitement, and Hirao is undoubtedly the kind of person.

Hirao Takashi may have installed the bugging device at the beginning, probably just to eavesdrop on the movement in the venue, and arranged the bomb to be detonated at six o'clock. But when he hears the news of the killing of the president of Minakami from one of the bugs, and realizes that his own bugging has been quietly hidden, he targets the person who took the bug.

Because of the irritation.

Having sufficient anti-reconnaissance awareness, and not being so coveted as to hand things over to the police directly, and quietly holding the bugging device in his hand without anyone noticing, shows that the other party does not want others to get involved in this investigation, or confrontation.

And he was confident enough to solve the matter on his own.

The last time he experienced this excitement was sixteen years ago, even if he stabbed Sansuke Yamazaki with a knife, he was still almost turned over by the opposite headwind, and finally sent the public security policeman a few knives before escaping.

It's a bit embarrassing, but it's so exciting, and in all the years since, he's never had such a thrilling feeling.

The game is really fun when you meet your opponent in chess-

So he didn't hesitate to give up a fireworks show on the second floor of the mall, tell the policeman the location of the bomb through the door, use the bomb to lure people away, and take the opportunity to kidnap the little girl in the lounge.

If his guess was right, the man would have chased him out of the break room - if he had been a little more daring and a little crazier, he would have asked himself for directions directly through the bug.

That would be so interesting, he hadn't seen such a prey for his appetite in a long time.

"Don't be afraid, little girl," Hirao said with a maniacian smile as he turned the revolver in his hand, turning his head and aiming his gun at Mao Lilan, who was cowering in the corner, with a creepy kindness in his tone, "Wait a little longer, and you'll be free." ”

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Toru Asada made a turn in front of him and turned into another intersection.

He suddenly felt that his police colleague was really a European emperor, and he was only one door away from that murderer, and he could actually get out of the way.

It can only be said that sometimes it is a kind of luck to be too vegetable, and people are so instigated that people don't even have the desire to do it, and in the end they are safer than anyone else.

Toru Asada thought as he bypassed two low-rise buildings, and across the street was another crossroads.

He wasn't worried about Mao Lilan at all, the other party must have a living purpose for bringing her out alive, at least the little girl was 100% safe during the waiting time on the other side.

There are only two situations in which she is at risk:

One is that he never appears;

The other is that he has just appeared-

"Bang-"

Toru Asada turned the corner, and a gunshot erupted, mixed with the sound of metal clattering to the ground.

Hirao Gui's intentions are too easy to guess, and he knows the terrain of this area well, so he can judge the position of the other party, and then copy it and sneak a sneak attack is not a problem.

"You also bring a drag oil bottle on a date, uncle, your invitation is really insincere."

The crisp voice of the brown-haired young man came from behind Takashi Hirao, and the murderer with a yellowed face covered his right arm in pain, blood gurgling out of the round bullet holes, and his pistol had fallen to the ground.

Mao Lilan was not injured, seeing this, he quickly picked up the pistol on the ground and rushed towards the brown-haired police officer who came to the rescue.

"Well done, Miss Lan." The brown-haired officer smiled and took the pistol handed by Maolilan, threw the pistol upwards to hold the barrel, and then knocked Maolilan unconscious with his backhand while no one was paying attention.

"The people in the way aren't there, so let's talk," Toru Asada looked at Takashi Hirao with a frantic face, and pointed the police gun in his right hand at his head, "Let me say hello again, first meeting, Mr. Hirao-"

Hirao Gui turned his head to look at Mao Lilan, who had fainted in the crook of Asada's arm, and there was a rare hint of confusion in his eyes, which were occupied by blood and killing.

He hadn't beaten this little girl when he kidnapped anyone.