The corridor of the toilet was crowded and noisy, and the panicked conductor could not maintain order at all, causing a commotion in the carriage.

Akira Shinhara squeezed lightly from the crowd to the front, stood at the door of the bathroom, and saw the situation inside.

Miwako Sato, who has short black hair and looks pretty, stares at the black leather bag on the toilet bowl with a serious expression, and the bag is a sentence spelled out of words cut and pasted from a newspaper.

"It's a bomb in here, please don't move around."

Miwako Sato squatted down, leaning against her purse and listening to the movement inside, and the conductor on the side explained uneasily.

It was discovered by a passenger who had come to the toilet and was shocked at the time. Is this a real bomb? ”

"You can really hear the sound of a pointer moving inside." Miwako Sato straightened up and said.

"That'...... So is this bomb real? Miss Conductor shouted in fear.

"Now immediately contact the conductor to stop the train, evacuate the crowd, and call the police to defuse the bomb!" Miwako Sato looked calm and gave orders in an orderly manner.

The conductor nodded again and again, and was about to take out the walkie-talkie to contact the conductor, when Akira Shinhara suddenly said loudly.

"That...... Need help? If it's a bomb defuse, I think I can help you. ”

Akira Shinhara took the initiative to step forward, his expression was a little entangled and nervous, and his cold voice was also hesitant, he glanced at the black leather bag, and soon his expression became firm again.

"Please believe me, I've learned a little about bomb disposal......" Akira Shinhara's hands in front of him unconsciously pulled together, and some vigorously rubbed his thumbs red.

Miwako Sato looked at the well-dressed, slender, noble-looking, and good-looking young man in front of her with some surprise.

The young man was wearing a simple white shirt and black slacks, and his round and clean pupils were a little nervous, looking too much like a student who was ignorant of the world, or a rich son with a privileged life, and maybe even his ancestors were once nobles.

"Can I take a look at the bomb first? If I can't dismantle it, it's not too late to stop the train. ”

Akira Shinhara stepped forward again and looked at Miwako Sato with a sincere expression, with pure enthusiasm and some sadness in his eyes.

"That's what I've been trying to do."

Miwako Sato was a little moved by the enthusiasm of the young man, her heart moved slightly, and she sighed and compromised, "Yes, but say in advance, if you can't, you also need to evacuate." ”

Akira Shinhara looked at the black leather bag and nodded, and smiled at Miwako Sato, with a bit of innocence between his eyebrows, carefree like a big boy.

Miwako Sato looked in a trance for a moment, but quickly came back to her senses and dispersed the crowd with the conductor.

Soon, only Akira Shinhara, Miwako Sato, and the female conductor were left in the bathroom and corridor, and the noise of the crowd gradually faded away.

Akira Shinhara unbuttoned the Adam's apple, revealing his fair neck, unbuttoned the two cuffs at the same time, took off the watch and put it on the ground, rolled up the sleeves high, and then squatted down and listened to the movement in the black leather bag for a while, and slowly unzipped it.

In the quiet bathroom, where you can only hear breathing, the sound of zipper "tearing" resounded on the nerves of those present, and in the midst of tension and breath-holding, an earthmade bomb revealed its true face.

It looks like a boxy transparent box, which is entwined with red, black, yellow and green, which is complicated and chaotic, and seems to surround the entire box.

At the junction of the route is a small black square, which contains exactly the explosives. At its junction, the four colored threads are even more entwined with each other.

Directly in front of the bomb lit up a red countdown, fifteen minutes.

"Ahh It's a real bomb! The female conductor shouted, full of fear, and the sudden appearance of a high voice made Akira Shinhara's hand shake unconsciously.

Miwako Sato glanced at the startled female conductor with some dissatisfaction, and stepped forward to ask seriously and worriedly, "Can you?" ”

Akira Shinhara choked slightly and nodded.

"I could, I just needed the tools. It may take a little longer. Akira Shinhara raised his head and looked at Miwako Sato with shining eyes, full of confidence and some eagerness.

Miwako Sato touched her forehead a little helplessly, and asked the conductor for a series of tools such as scissors, iron tongs, wrenches, and screwdrivers.

After handing the tools to Akira Shinhara and sending the conductor away, Miwako Sato looked nervously at this fearless young man on the side, and a wave of emotion was born in her heart.

Akira Shinhara looked serious, carefully placed the tools one by one, glanced at his watch quietly, and there were still five minutes before the train entered the tunnel.

The train will then travel through the tunnel for ten minutes, which is the same as the countdown on the bomb.

It's just that this bomb is too perfunctory!

A bomb that can be defused in five minutes at most, but you want me to use this to drag Miwako Sato for fifteen minutes?

Xinyuan was still very serious on his face, but he quietly comforted himself in his heart with great bitterness, at least the bomb was successfully dropped, wasn't it?

After carefully observing the bomb, Akira Shinhara picked up the screwdriver and carefully removed the fixing screws of the transparent shell, his hands were steady, his expression was serious, and he looked very calm.

It's just that Miwako Sato can still see his hidden fear from Akira Shinhara's tense expression and somewhat pale face.

The sound of the countdown of "Dididi" sounded rhythmically in the closed and quiet space, like a countdown to the coming of death.

Miwa Sato suddenly sounded in his memory, the black-haired young man who got on the Ferris wheel without hesitation, and for a moment his back seemed to coincide with Akira Shinhara.

Another hot-blooded fool.

Akira Shinhara is very satisfied with Miwako Sato's emotional changes, it seems that her carefully set appearance reminds her of an old friend?

Carefully removing the screws of the bomb casing and placing them on the ground, Akira Shinhara's hands were still steady in dismantling the bomb, and at the same time he sorted out his plan with both sides.

Miwako Sato is the key person he uses to get in touch with Conan, because in addition to being a police officer trusted by Conan, she is also a staunch Red Fang character in the eyes of the audience.

Through Miwako Sato's introduction to Conan and her group, her personal words full of affection will be very helpful in helping her create a positive image.

This is a way to get a lot of risk and more than direct contact with Conan.

After all, Conan, the little kid who was drawn by the author, has a sharper sense of observation than a professional police officer.

Xinyuan Mingcai did not have the mentality of death, and used cannon fodder to fight with the aura of "dead elementary school students".