146, watch out for bombs

Looking at it this way, Sano's suspicion seems to be even smaller, but how do you feel that he has a little bit of a bad guy smell of himself?

Sano looked at Conan, his mood did not fluctuate at all, the reason why he would switch the vest to threaten Yutaka Abe was naturally not just because of the black death vest to do "bad things".

What's more important is Sano's original purpose, to let Conan know that he Sano is not black dead.

That's right, that hair was deliberately left by Sano, just to let Conan take it for inspection.

…… In fact, Sano originally planned to give Conan Dobu some problems to make this matter seem more natural, but then he thought about it again, and he didn't seem to have this brain.

After all, Conan is a detective, and if he messes around smartly, it will easily lead to a plan that is not like anything else.

Okay, Sano admits that there are reasons for his laziness, but after some consideration, he still decided to convert the mental difficulty to the physical difficulty.

That is, to give Conan a kick.

Now it seems that it was very successful, and Conan did not have any doubts - after all, this was an important clue that the other party had received such a hard kick.

Another thing that surprised Sanno was that Conan, who had never mentioned that he might be black dead, had never mentioned it again before, but this time he didn't secretly do it behind his back, but had a showdown with him.

But this also saves Sano, who has to worry about how not to find out that Conan is beating his own hair.

On the other side, Officer Twilight, who was belated, and Kogoro Mori had just arrived at the airport.

Before they could start to do something, they saw a man with an extremely miserable and distorted appearance, but also inexplicably familiar, appeared.

The man was limping and looked like he had been injured in some way, but when he saw Officer Twilight and his party, he suddenly burst into tears as if he had seen some long-lost family member.

"Turn yourself in, I'm going to turn myself in!!"

“……”

Officer Twilight and Mori Kogoro looked at the man who was kneeling on the ground and tugging at their trouser legs, and it took a while to finally recognize them.

Isn't this Yutaka Abe?

……

In the two days after the Red Oni Village Fire Festival, Sano didn't encounter any more tasks, as if he had returned to that peaceful routine all of a sudden.

It's weird, last time it could be said that the protagonist Conan was recuperating, so he couldn't promote the plot, so what is it this time......

Could it be that he kicked Conan's pig's foot out of something, right?

Sano touched his chin and wondered if Conan's body was okay.

can read the newspaper, Conan, the plague god, has not caused much trouble in the past two days, why didn't he trigger the task.

Speaking of newspapers, Sano remembered the Tokyo Strange Tales report the day before yesterday.

That's right, it's it again.

Sano is a little confused.,Isn't the name of this thing a Tokyo weird.,How can you even take out things outside Tokyo and report them.,How can you even take out things outside Tokyo and report them?

Especially the code name of this weird story, why is it always so weird?

Also ghost electric motorcycle.

You mean that the Ghost Rider, or the Dongming Mountain Car God is better than this.

And after this report came out, it also caused quite a stir.

It's not that the content of the weird story is too shocking, but because the truth is too high.

In addition to the drag racing party and traffic police and others present in Dongmingshan, after Sano's experiments all the way, there are at least hundreds of passers-by who have witnessed the little electric donkey in the rampaging mode.

The outrageous content, the many witnesses, and finally suddenly disappeared without a trace, as if there was a suspense that had never appeared, making the report itself extremely hot.

Later, some media reports that like to rub the heat were confirmed from the official mouth, which made the heat of this matter become higher and higher.

Many brick families also ran out to join in the fun, but their rhetoric was more in the same direction - that is, impossible.

A small electric donkey will not have the power to pull its speed to half Mach, and it is simply impossible to withstand such power, according to the bricks.

It seems that even Ke Xue in this world does not recognize the rationality of his rampage little electric donkey......

"Drip."

And just when Sano's train of thought gradually went crooked, the mobile phone in his trouser pocket vibrated a little, and when he took it out, he saw that it was Gin's email.

"There's a mission, team up with Mezcal, go to the Metropolitan Police Department to steal something, and he'll contact you."

Mezcal ......

Sano raised his eyebrows, and there was a new teammate, hoping not to be as unreliable as Cologne Tequila.

As soon as the thought arrived, Gin suddenly sent another email: "Let him steal something, you let it go, if the situation is not right, you can withdraw first, if the conditions allow, you can save it, and if you can't save it, you will kill it." ”

Sano: "......"

Good fellow, this special task has not even started, and he has already prepared himself to extinguish his mouth, how unconfident is Gin in Mezcal's ability?

After complaining speechlessly, the phone rang, Sanno answered the phone, and the voice on the other end said directly that thirty minutes later, gather at the door of the Metropolitan Police Department.

…… This Mezcal's voice, why is it inexplicably familiar?

Hanging up the phone, Sano crooked his neck, didn't pay much attention to it, and quickly went out and tossed, wearing a rye vest and came to the gate of the Metropolitan Police Department.

Sano looked around, and finally saw a figure in a corner that was also looking around.

It turned out to be this guy.

Seeing the middle-aged man who didn't know why he met for the first time a few days ago, it was like eating a gun, Sano couldn't help but smack his mouth.

Although I don't know if this teammate is reliable, I really hate it.

…… I hope that Conan's plague god can also play stably today and give this guy a good death.

Sano muttered inwardly as he leaned towards Mezcal.

"Yo."

Mezcal was puzzled because he couldn't find any trace of his teammates, could it be that this newcomer was really arrogant and arrogant, and even dared to release his own senior pigeons.

But he didn't expect that his idea had just risen, and there was an extra person on the side, when even he was so frightened that Mezcal almost didn't throw a backhand shot directly.

"Black, rye?"

Looking at the figure in front of him wearing a black sweatshirt, a peaked cap and a hood, Mescal breathed a sigh of relief in his heart, and at the same time became even more surprised: "When did you arrive?" ”

"Just arrived."

Sano casually said perfunctory, and turned to ask about the matter: "What the hell are you trying to steal, and how can I support you." ”

"You don't have to worry about stealing anything, you just stay outside, and if the situation is not right, I will notify you to make some movement outside, so that the water can be muddied and I can evacuate."

As he spoke, Mezcal pulled out a pair of headphones from his pocket and gave them to Sano, then took out a pair of transparent gloves and put them on, as well as a hat and a mask.

Seeing that Mezcal was reluctant to say more, Sano didn't bother to ask, and entered the door of the Metropolitan Police Department with a time difference of a few minutes with the other party.

But before that, Sano pretended not to care and touched Mezcal with the hammer of justice in his sleeve to confirm that the other party was not a mouse.

- At least not some official rat.

Influenced by passers-by's hats, Sano, who wandered around the Metropolitan Police Department, did not attract anyone's attention.

Arriving at the bench on the second floor, Sano turned his head to look at the camera at the top of the corner.

As far as Sano knows, neon cameras are relatively rare.

Except for a few that are installed in the personal territory, they will only be installed in important places such as the Metropolitan Police Department, where there must be a monitoring presence.

Because Neon people have always attached great importance to privacy, for example, if some public places are equipped with cameras, it is easy to be complained about a large number of people, or directly choose to avoid it.

Second, the authority of neon taxpayers is quite high, and if it is on the road or something, and a large number of cameras are installed at the expense of the government, it is easy to be labeled as a "waste of taxpayer resources".

This also leads to the small number of neon cameras, well, and also facilitates the movement of people like Gin.

Of course, all of the above is what Sano heard from other people's mouths, as for whether it is because of this, and what is the difference between the neon of the previous life and the neon of this world.

That's not clear.

…… In fact, it stands to reason that Sano and Mezcal's operation should have invaded the Metropolitan Police Department's surveillance system first to prevent them from being photographed.

It's just that perhaps considering the difficulty of this, and the impact of being photographed on the organization, it is better to come in directly.

Anyway, the bottom line is nothing more than to ensure that the core members of the organization will not fall into the hands of the government - at least not alive.

Sano tilted his neck to look at the monitor, and wanted to grin, but remembered that under the effect of passers-by's faces, even the camera couldn't capture his face, so he simply put up his middle finger.

After provoking the cold camera, Sano was stunned again.

It's boring......

To be honest, although Gin had reminded Sano before the start of this mission to remember to kill his mouth if necessary, he didn't think it was very likely.

After all, the difficulty of stealing from the Metropolitan Police Department can be seen by almost anyone.

It's a mission, not a game.

If Mezcal really doesn't have even half the probability of success, then Gin can't just let the other party die.

Although the premise of all this is that Mezcal will not be plagued by Conan's plague god.

However, Sano has been sitting here for a while, and he hasn't seen Conan's shadow, so I don't think there will be anything unexpected today......

"Rye, I've been discovered, find a way to save me!"

Suddenly, Mezcal's panicked voice came from the headphones, which instantly made Sano's train of thought stuck.

…… So is this because Mezcal is too vegetable, or is it because his flag is too strong?

After pouting helplessly, Sano just wanted to reply, and the task trigger sound had already arrived.

"Drop, the current task has been triggered, you can check it at any time!"

[Please rescue the bear child who can only die, and you can get 50 reinforcement points by completing it, and the remaining time of the task - 3:59:59].

Sano: "......? ”

At this moment, in the other Sano, where Sano could not see, Mezcal was running wild under the pursuit of a dozen policemen.

was careless, and was actually discovered.

Mezcal's forehead was covered with sweat, and in such an environment, there would only be more and more police officers behind him, and if he had relied on himself, he would probably be blocked for a few minutes at most.

Then either they will start a gun war to get the last trace of life, or they will be arrested, and then they will be organized and arranged to extinguish their mouths.

Now we can only pin our hopes on the newcomer.

As an intelligence officer, when Mescal first met Sano two days ago, he found out that this newcomer was most likely the white-haired murderer who was being hunted down by the police.

And if your guess is correct, then there is a high probability that there will be explosives on the other party, and if you use that to attract attention, the probability of escaping will undoubtedly increase a lot.

"Watch out for bombs."

A voice came from the headphones, and a look of ecstasy immediately appeared on Mezcal's face.

(End of chapter)