"Listen, Kudo, judging by the information we have so far, the conditions for us to enter the time loop are either us dead or we lose consciousness directly at twelve o'clock in the morning."

Gray Yuan wails Conan's question about the "memory of killing" and instead discusses with him what to do next.

If people are sometimes stuck in a certain problem and can't get out, it is better to turn their attention to other things first, and after being busy, maybe the previous problem will be solved.

"Now, we are not dead, and the only way to enter the next cycle is to wait until twelve o'clock, and maybe we can enter by other means to lose consciousness, but the cost of trying is too high."

"If we want to deal with the bomb in the next cycle, we will have to find a way to subdue these two bombers, and the strength of the two of us is not enough, or we will find someone else to help, which is the people on the bus."

"Or, find out the motives of these two people who want to cause the explosion, and solve the root cause and persuade them. And with our current physical condition, we might as well wait for the police to do these things......

"What do you mean......

Led by Gray Plains, Conan finally began to think about what they should do next.

"The bus was blown up, there was no human or physical evidence, and all you saw was the two of us escaping with serious injuries."

"And it was Tao Yinghong and Wang Xingde who caused the explosion, there is no doubt about it, judging from the previous actions of the police, they are very level, and they should be able to investigate this matter."

"So ......"

"We found in the car that they were about to detonate the bomb, and in the process of stopping it, the legitimate defense stabbed Tao Yinghong to death, but they were powerless to stop Wang Xingde from detonating the bomb, so they had to escape."

"What we say is true, and there is no problem. Therefore, it is better to choose to call the police and make yourself a "surviving victim", even if they will suspect us at first, they will gradually believe it during the investigation."

What Gray Yuan is telling is almost entirely true, and I can't fault the slightest fault, perhaps the only question is why they were the only ones who found the bomb and the others didn't, but now everyone else is dead, in a state of death without proof.

「…… Well, I don't have any other mind to investigate for myself now......

………………

An hour from the explosion.

"Is that them?"

Lao Zhang, whom we are familiar with, took Jiang Feng and a few other police officers to the hospital, looked inside outside a ward, and asked the nurse on the side.

"Well, both of them have wounds from sharp objects, as well as some minor abrasions, so it shouldn't be a big problem. Oh, the boy looked like he was concussive, and he was a little sluggish."

"Well, we know, thank you."

Lao Zhang nodded to the nurse, asked the two police officers to stay outside the ward, and walked into the ward with Jiang Feng.

In the hospital room, Conan was sitting on a hospital bed with his head bowed and silent, while Gray Yuan was sitting on another hospital bed, one hand wrapped in bandages and the other hand fiddling with his mobile phone.

The bloody clothes they wore had been changed out, and they were now wearing hospital gowns.

"Hello, I'm Zhang Cheng of the Municipal Criminal Investigation Detachment, Conan, and Gray Yuanai, are you two the police who reported to the police?"

After showing his documents, Lao Zhang began to ask the two about the bombing, focusing on the details of what happened on the bus.

"In other words, the one named Tao Yinghong, and the bus driver Wang Xingde, two husband and wife teamed up to carry out the bombing. You tried to stop them, but you didn't expect it to end up like this......

"yes, that's it."

Gray Yuan nodded, no expression on his face.

"Hmm...... Then I take the liberty of asking, who are the two of you...... What relationship?"

"Relationship...... Stranger, we haven't seen each other before today."

Gray Plains mourned

Glancing at Conan, he thought of the repeated interrogations he had encountered in the previous cycle.

"Oh...... Well, we're going to use those bloody clothes to help us investigate, okay?"

"Yes. But, Officer Zhang, can I leave your phone number? If you find out anything, can you tell us......

Conan and Gray Plains glanced at each other and said with some hesitation.

"As soon as I close my eyes now, I feel that the person named Tao Yinghong is floating in front of me, staring at me...... I want to know if I'm doing the right thing, and ......."

"Well, don't worry, if we find out what we can tell you, we'll say it. My phone number is this, if you have a nightmare or something, you can call me and I'll help you out."

Lao Zhang stood up, entered a string of numbers into Conan's mobile phone, patted Conan on the shoulder, and walked out of the ward with something to investigate. As soon as he went out, Jiang Feng couldn't wait to ask.

"Master, what do you think they say...... Is it reliable?"

"It's hard to judge if there is not enough evidence at this point, but there is nothing obvious wrong with what they say."

Lao Zhang weighed the mobile phone in his hand, the content of their conversation just now was recorded, judging from Lao Zhang's more than 20 years of experience as a police officer, these two people are not tired.

Even Conan's kind of survivorship syndrome plus post-traumatic stress disorder is normal, and Lao Zhang himself has seen it many times.

"Then, let's follow what they said, go to check Wang Xingde and Tao Yinghong?"

"The focus is on that, but nothing else can be left behind. The dash cams of the surrounding vehicles may not have been blown up, so let the scene be careful. Oh, by the way, check the background of these two people to see if they are really the same as they say, I haven't seen them before today."

"I always feel that these two people look at each other as if they have known each other for more than ten years. If they haven't seen it, I don't believe it......

……………………

「139……」

Gray Yuan and Conan silently read the mobile phone number left by Zhang Cheng a few times, and remembered in their hearts that this mobile phone number might be able to become the key information in their later cycle.

"That's right, Grayplain."

Conan silently read Lao Zhang's mobile phone number, and suddenly remembered something, and turned his head to look at Gray Yuan.

"What's wrong?"

"My prop is that after shouting a shame slogan, you can transform into a holster supersoldier, what about you? You know how to use that thing, right?"

「？」

What Conan said naturally appeared in the Gray Plains Mourning Bag, the strange-looking magic book. But after hearing his question, Gray Yuanai's face changed, and his cheeks actually flew up a little red.

"It's nothing, it's just a superhero in the eyes of children."

"Superheroes in the eyes of children, are they...... Magic, less ......"

"Absolutely not!"