Chapter 90: The harvest is good, open again

"It's hard to say yet, but ...... Notify the relevant departments to check, don't be afraid of 10,000, just in case."

"Don't show anything just yet, if my suspicions are true. Those kinds of people are highly trained, and even the slightest flaw on our side will be noticed by them."

Lao Zhang didn't say it too much, but he didn't deny Jiang Feng's conjecture either. If this incident is true, then I am afraid that the nature of the incident will be raised to another level, and it is not something they can control.

Six hours from the explosion.

"I'm sorry to keep you waiting, but the investigation has to continue, and if you need to, you can use our phone to call your family first."

Lao Zhang walked in, looked at Conan Gray Plains Song Ge and the instant noodle bowl in front of them, and said apologetically.

"It's okay, I'm living alone, and no one is looking for me for the time being."

"Me too, but how long will it take us, I...... Yawn, I'm napping during the day."

"You can go back first, you two have to stay a little longer, do you have a night check at school, do you need to contact the counselor?"

"No, and I suppose you've already contacted my school, right?"

Lao Zhang signaled that Song Ge could leave first, but Conan and Gray Yuan Wai still needed to stay, which immediately attracted the attention of the two.

I've been so careful, but I still found some abnormalities?

"Well, alright, let's ...... Let's talk somewhere else?"

Lao Zhang made a "please" gesture to the two and took them to another conference room, where there were already a few people with very unusual temperaments waiting.

"Our previous investigation has a little clue, these are professionals from above, who can help you recall more details, you can talk."

"Oh, good ......."

Although he said so, both he and Conan knew that these people sitting in the conference room were definitely not just helping them recall the details.

I can't be with those who can use the "Great Memory Recovery".

"Please sit down, introduce yourself, my surname is Wang, and his surname is Li. So let's start asking questions, first of all, why are you taking this 45 bus today?"

"Balabala ......"

"So, so, so, so......"

As they guessed, these people are not good, although the questions they ask seem normal, but they are all organs in the open and in the dark, and they will be tricked if they are not careful.

However, Conan Gray Yuan is not an ordinary person, and in the confrontation with these two people, he also induced them to tell a lot of the results of the police investigation by deliberately pretending to be stupid.

For example, the driver, Wang Xingde, used to drive a truck, but later transferred to the bus company and took the initiative to ask to drive the No. 45 bus. Tao Yinghong used to be a chemistry teacher, and later transferred to a chemical factory as a quality inspector.

This basically made Conan and Gray Yuan Wai sure that the bomber on the bus was her, and she conspired with the driver to create the bombing, and there were no other accomplices for the time being.

Well, if the two of them who are now considered highly suspects don't count, then they really don't.

"That's all I have to say, there's nothing else you can ask again."

There was no clock in the room, and his electronic watch had been taken away for investigation, but Conan's own estimate of the time should have been close to twelve o'clock in the morning.

I don't know if they will enter the loop again after escaping the bus, and if so, how will they do it, whether they will go through the loop "today", or if they will lose consciousness and enter the loop, or if they will have to die once......

Suddenly, Conan felt that the scene in front of him suddenly blurred, and his mind, which had been very sober just a moment ago, suddenly froze, as if it was rusting.

Is it going to go into the loop? So, seize the time to ask the last question......

"Excuse me, what time is it?"

"What? What were you talking about, yes

Repeat?"

Perhaps because of the gradual blurring of consciousness, Conan opened his mouth and spit out Japanese. The two people sitting across from him were obviously stunned, as if they had caught some great clues, and they also asked in Japanese.

"Time, the present time......

"It's eleven or nineteen minutes, what's your name? How old are you?"

"Twelve, I understand......

Conan couldn't hold his eyelids anymore and fell into a deep sleep.

………………………………

"Where is this?"

Conan suddenly opened his eyes, but he didn't see the bus or the gray plains beside him, but he didn't see Dr. Asa and the bear children, and he didn't even see Gin.

He seemed to be in a dark, lightless space that stretched infinitely around him, and the only glowing object in front of him was a key-shaped gadget.

"Isn't this the children's toy that hung on my bag? Is there anything strange about it......

Before Conan could react, a man suddenly appeared in front of him, reaching out and holding the key that looked like a child's toy.

"Warrior of Light, Taiga!"

The man was relatively handsome, and his words were in Japanese that Conan could understand. After shouting the words that seemed to be uttered by a man of Yuantai's age, he thrust the key into what looked like a wrist guard on his arm and made an upward fist swing.

「Buddy——go!!」

Immediately afterward, he turned into a creature that appeared to be wearing a straitjacket, with a red and silver body, and two large horns on its head, where its ears were, and flew towards Conan.

"Not good!"

Conan just wanted to dodge, but suddenly his head hurt, and when he opened his eyes again, he was already back on the bus, and the pain in his head just now was the gray plain that also hit him.

If the two heads collide, there must be an injury, and Gray Yuan won this game temporarily by taking advantage of the hairstyle.

"1:38 minutes, sure enough, it's a minute early......

Too late to care about the pain in his head, Conan glanced at his watch first, and sure enough, it was a minute earlier than the last cycle, from twelve in the morning to one thirty-eight in the afternoon.

After that, there is the key hanging from the bag, and Conan holds it, but no matter how you look at it, it feels like it's just a normal plastic toy.

"Is there something wrong with this thing of yours?"

Conan looked sideways, and Gray Hara was also taking out the magic book in her bag and asked Conan.

"You say that...... Just now, I seemed to consciously see a man holding this key of mine and shouting, and then he turned into a holster man like Kamen Superman......

"I don't know why, but I have a feeling that if I do the same, I might be able to gain the same power as I did when I became a holster. What about you?"

"It's a bit similar, and there's a strange change in this thing of mine...... But now is not the time to talk about that, we need to stop the explosion first."

For some reason, Conan always felt that Gray Hara's attitude of deliberately avoiding the magic book in her hand was something wrong with her consciousness.

Could it be that in her consciousness, she encountered something dangerous or terrifying?