"No, Conan, you can't do that."

Mao Lilan, who was stunned for a moment, came back to his senses, leaned over and reached out to rub the boy's head, and said in a gentle tone: "The Shinkansen is all working now, if you rush up and disturb them, you will-"

"But...... But I'm about to be unable to hold it back......" Conan, whose legs had been twisted into an inner eight, put on a crying face, pinched his throat and pulled his childhood sweetheart's hand and kept shaking: "Sister Xiaolan......"

Mao Lilan, who wanted to say something, couldn't help but sigh after Conan's child was pitiful and cute, and swallowed back the words when they came to his mouth: "Dad-"

"Quiet me, little ghost! Where do you get so much energy day by day! "Mori Kogoro, who thought Conan was crazy again, was not used to it, and came over and hammered him in the head with a fist-

It hurts!

Conan, who was still selling cuteness in the last second, crooked his neck, and the legs that had just returned to Neiba instantly returned to normal, and he squatted down with his head in his hands and burst into tears, and he didn't mention going to the toilet.

Unexpectedly, Mao Lilan, who could get started with his father, suddenly squatted down and hugged Conan, gently rubbed the back of his head for him, and raised his head dissatisfied: "Dad! What are you doing?! Conan was just a kid! ”

"It's because he's a kid that I have to take care of it, and this time he was lucky enough to kick a good quality bomb. But if the bomb in that box is unstable, the whole carriage will be buried with him. ”

Maori Kogoro, who had sorted out his tie, glanced at Miwako Sato, who had already led the team to guide the passengers, and deliberately lowered his voice: "Really, if you know that something happened, don't tell me, have you watched too many morning tokusatsu dramas like The Masked Superman?"

"Just now, in front of Sato's criminal case, I gave this child the face of a little hero, but if I was to be replaced as a policeman, I would have kicked such a child in the ass a long time ago."

By talking and glaring at the aggrieved Conan again, Mori Kogoro caught a glimpse of Twilight Thirteen, who had already arrived at the scene with a large army, and immediately changed his face to greet him.

"Conan, Dad's point is right, why don't you tell us anything about such a big thing, this time it's really lucky......" Mao Lilan, who felt frightened after her father said this, looked down at the child with an aggrieved face, I don't know why, she suddenly felt that this child seemed to be normal again?

"I kicked the bomb because I heard the prisoner say that the bomb would explode ten seconds after a violent impact, so I kicked it......"

“……”

"So, why would he have the confidence to kick through the glass of a Shinkansen car as a child?"

More than 20 minutes later, with the assistance of a large number of police officers, all passengers had begun to evacuate in an orderly manner. After handing over the information she had recorded to her boss, Twilight Thirteen, Miwako Sato still couldn't hold back the doubts in her heart, leaning on the edge of the carriage and looking at the people who were picking and choosing inside.

"Who knows, maybe others are born with divine powers." Katsumi Uehara, who walked out of the carriage with an evidence box, subconsciously glanced at Conan Edogawa, who was being taken into the police car not far away, and the pair of foot strength enhancement shoes were so dazzling in the hot sun.

Miwako Sato, whose attention was also attracted by Maori and his party with Katsumi Uehara's movements, glanced at the man when she heard this: "This is a 7-year-old child, 7 years old. ”

"He's 17 years old, that's also a natural power, otherwise how can you explain it?" Katsumi Uehara, who pointed to the other evidence box in the carriage, shrugged his shoulders: "Let the person in charge of the company in charge of this Shinkansen come out and hold a press conference, and let him say that the material of the carriage is equal to paper paste, and a child can pierce it?" ”

"That's still innate divine power." Miwako Sato, who bent down to pick up another evidence box, tilted her head and blurted out without the slightest hesitation.

The two of them, each holding an evidence box, walked side by side, and slowly walked to the Sao Fan EVO who stopped on the side.

…………………………………………………………

"Name?"

"Ikeda Jin."

"Age?"

"45 years old."

"Home address?"

“……”

"Eh, no, you've been caught and stolen, how can you still grind and chirp when you say something? Does saying a home address wronged you or do you not have a home at all? ”

Metropolitan Police Department, Investigation Section 1 Violent Crime 3 Department, Interrogation Room.

The blonde man in a long black trench coat uncontrollably swelled up with a little anger between his eyebrows after hearing the disrespectful words of the male policeman in front of him.

"Pay attention to the attitude, Uehara." Miwako Sato, who was sitting next to Katsumi Uehara, played with the ballpoint pen in her hand, flipped through the information in her hand and did not forget to habitually follow a sentence.

For the two of them, this kind of cooperation has long been familiar and clear.

"Mr. Ikeda, you should know exactly what your situation is, and there is no need to make such unnecessary resistance." The tip of the ballpoint pen tapped on the table, and Miwako Sato raised her eyes to look at the blonde prisoner with a cold face, and said in a calm tone: "And if you actively cooperate, I believe that the judge may give you a reduced sentence at that time." ”

"There was nothing to say, she asked me to buy information about the price of gold, and I sold it to her for 100 million yen. But obviously, I failed this time. ”

Perhaps Katsumi Uehara is a comparison, but while Miwako Sato speaks, the prisoner named Ikeda Jin is apparently more willing to open up the conversation: "According to my original plan, that idiot will be blown up." ”

"We have compared the explosion marks at the scene, it is not an ordinary homemade bomb, judging from the material of the fragments alone, it has reached the military level, and such a bomb is not something that anyone can get."

After a vague exchange of glances with Katsumi Uehara, Miwako Sato continued to ask, "You should know what that means, Mr. Ikeda?" ”

"Of course, you want to know where the bomb came from, because it's dangerous." Flicking the slight golden bangs that spread out in front of his forehead and flicking the long blond hair over his shoulders, Ikeda was smiling all over his face, and the corners of his eyes were full of wrinkles.

Although the posture looks humble, the tone is chilling-

"Actually, I got this batch of explosives when I was abroad a few years ago. It took me a lot of thought to bring them back to Japan. I'm sure you've seen the power too, and if it exploded normally, the entire Shinkansen would have died, along with the carriages. ”

"Ikeda—"

"Who did you sell to?"

Miwako Sato was about to open her mouth to ask, but was interrupted by Katsumi Uehara, who had been observing the prisoner beside her.

"Yo, don't you cooperate, this ...... Excuse me, what's your name? The smile on his face was a little brighter, and Ikeda turned his head slightly.

"Katsumi Uehara, that's a very memorable name." Katsumi Uehara, who motioned to Miwa Sato not to speak, slowly stood up with his hands on the interrogation table, paced to Ikeda's side under the latter's gaze, pressed his elbow on his shoulder, leaned over and smiled, "If you still can't remember, I can record it and play it in your ear on a loop for a whole day." ”

"Officer Uehara, are you threatening me?"

"On the way back, I kept thinking about the question of why you chose to blow up an entire Shinkansen when you wanted to go black, and let so many innocent passengers accompany your stupid customer into the ground."

Katsumi Uehara, who didn't answer the prisoner's question, grabbed his chin with his left hand and forced him to look at him, and the smile between his eyebrows gradually disappeared: "Originally, I never figured it out, but you just said that you brought this thing back from abroad, and you said that if it explodes normally, a whole carriage of people will die."

"I suddenly had an idea, could this be a sales pitch show of yours as well? Propaganda for this batch of explosives you brought back by blowing up the Shinkansen?

"You can sell the inside information of gold for 100 million yen, and this kind of bomb must not be cheap. Use a bomb that can blow up an entire Shinkansen to kill a person who buys gold and is ready to short, I doubt how much you can make with this 100 million, and the most common thing for normal businessmen should be to send a bullet directly.

"But you don't, you just have to use this kind of military-grade bomb.

"I wonder if it's because the buyer who bought your bomb has scruples, so you probably probably ...... Need a blast to prove it? ”

The smile on Ikeda's folded old face faded away.

Miwako Sato, who was staring at the prisoner's reaction, had a completely solemn face.

"Looks like I guessed right, Mr. Ikeda."

Katsumi Uehara, who let go of the man's jaw, smiled and patted his cheek, and while getting up, he raised his buttocks, and sat down on the interrogation table and sat in front of the prisoner Ikeda Jin: "Now, tell me who bought your bomb?" ”