"Hey, what's the matter?"

"I'm the one who stole the explosives from the Toyo powder magazine."

"What?!"

"If you don't want to disconnect the only contact with me, give me your mobile phone number......"

Standing at the entrance of the laboratory, Gray Yuan listened to the movement in the living room, and waited until Conan, who received the news, rushed out of Dr. Asasa's house, and then silently hung up the phone in his hand.

From the moment she heard the conversation, she quickly called Tang Ze's phone, and then finished the whole process without saying a word, and hung up the phone without saying anything.

Tang Ze had Kudo's locator in his hand, and she knew this very well.

But when it comes to an emergency, such as now, with Kudo's character, it is impossible for him to ask others for help, and if Tang Ze can't react at the first time, small problems may become serious.

"Eh, Xiao Ai, are you done with the experiment?" Hanging the receiver of the phone that Conan had left behind, Dr. Asa noticed the little girl coming up from the basement, said hello, and glanced worriedly at the back of Conan who had gone away.

The person on the other side of the phone didn't talk loudly the whole time, and he only vaguely captured a few words such as "those children are going to have an accident" and "green park", hoping that it is not a serious problem......

Dr. Asa quickly dialed Officer Twilight's number in his hand, and Ash Hara glanced at his movements, stepping past him on a soft cotton drag.

She entered the kitchen, casually put the coffee cup on the side of the refrigerator, and glanced down at the phone that was sounding the message.

[OK, Roger.] 】

Pressing the screen, she untied the white coat on her body and shrugged her shoulders: "Well, the culture grows well." You can rest assured. ”

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"Tsukawa Green Park ...... of Tsumi"

The skateboard under his feet sped along the shortcuts in his impression, and Conan muttered the address given by the prisoner as he hurried along the way, constantly thinking about possibilities.

The other party claimed to be the one who stole the explosives, which was a slight deviation from his and Tang Ze's previous judgment, and he was more inclined to think that it was one group of people who stole and made the bomb, and it was another group of people who wanted to use it to achieve their goals.

However, judging from the wording on the phone, it is clear that the mysterious contact wants to take all the responsibility, or rather, he subconsciously sees himself as the main culprit in the case, and does not think that the side that provided the props will have any effect on him.

It's not like a partnership. Trade? Accidental acquisition? Or does the person himself not know who the maker is?

Conan thought as he quickly sprinted towards the park, crossing the road along the way, driving in the wrong lane, completely ignoring the traffic rules.

His attention was all focused on the road ahead, and because of this, he didn't notice the person next to him who was approaching him, wearing a sweatshirt and covering his face with a hood.

He put away his skateboard and ran on his short legs, and with the people around him who were covering his figure, he quickly entered the park surrounded by greenery.

As the name suggests, it is a waterfront park built on a river embankment, with dense vegetation and beautiful scenery, plus there is an open space large enough to play many sports, and it is full of people walking and students playing.

However, Conan still noticed the noisiest people at the first time.

"Mitsuhiko, do you know that you are foul like this!" Yuantai, who crossed his waist, complained dissatisfiedly, "How long have you been playing, and it's my turn, right?" ”

Mitsuhiko Tsuburaya, who was intently rubbing the joystick in his hand, didn't reply, and looked intently at the plane crossing the sky: "Don't make trouble, this is not an ordinary airplane toy, it is a simulated model airplane, it is not easy to control, you wait until I have learned it thoroughly and then teach you." ”

Ayumi Yoshida watched the smooth-shaped model airplane pass by again, rushing into the sky, and puffed out her mouth: "I want to play with it too." Maybe I can't learn it, so let me try it! ”

"Why are you here?" Conan was shocked to see who the prisoner was referring to by "those kids", "What's the matter with that remote control!" ”

Could it be that this prisoner's investigation of Kudo Shinichi's identity has reached such a depth that even Edogawa Conan's relationship is included?

"Oh, Conan!" The bear children, who had no sense of crisis, waved their hands at the little friends who ran over, and Ayumi explained with a smile, "It was given to us by a kind bearded uncle." ”

"He said, it's a bomber!" The high-spirited Motota added.

"Bomber ......!" Conan, who was in a bad mood, looked up and observed the toy plane that was 1 meter long, and quickly noticed something unusual.

The bomber is indeed a bomber, and on closer inspection, the aircraft looks like a simulated model of the B-29 bomber, albeit with a slight difference in the color of the livery.

It's just that there is a black object that looks like a missile hanging under the plane, but it can be said that it is a simulated missile structure on the model, and the size of the aircraft is a little too large.

Is it a bomb?!

"Mitsuhiko, give me the remote control!" With a shout, Conan dropped his slider and rushed quickly.

"What are you doing, are you going to cut in line?" Kojima Motota immediately became unhappy and blocked Conan, "It's my turn next!" ”

"No, there's a bomb on this one!" Afraid that he would be ignored by this group of classmates if he said it was easy, Conan reminded loudly, "Danger may happen at any time!" ”

"Huh?"

"What?"

The two people who were still fighting for control of the remote control were stunned together, one trembled in their hands, and the heavy remote control was thrown out in the subconscious throwing off action of the two.

…… Then he was firmly grasped by a hand.

"Bombs?" The person who came grabbed the remote control in his hand firmly in the palm of his hand and turned it to the front, "What bomb?" ”

The person who spoke was wearing a white sweatshirt jacket with a hood tightly buttoned over his head, and it was difficult to see his face from the side, but several elementary school students at too low altitude could see it clearly from the bottom up.

"Yusuke Kitagawa !" Conan was undoubtedly impressed by this face, which he had only seen once before, and his name was broken in one bite.

The other party glanced up at him faintly, and did not react to his direct name, just lowered his head and continued to ponder the remote control in his hand.

Conan, who was in a highly nervous mood, had no time to care about anything else, but reminded in a loud voice: "Be careful, don't let that plane get close to the crowd!" ”

The purpose of the prisoner is not to set off a firework to cheer everyone up, presumably the other party wants to use this bomb to make some noise and attract attention.

The plane, which had just lifted off, lost its remote control, maintained its inertia and began to glide downward.

Yusuke Kitagawa, who was holding the remote control, glanced up at it, flicked the joystick twice, and said in a casual tone: "I haven't played this, I don't know how to operate it." ”

Yes?! Then what are you still doing in your hands, won't you just hand it over to someone else!

Conan, whose eyes widened, was about to take off and snatch the remote control that was a matter of life and death, when Yusuke Kitagawa turned around and raised his legs like a baseball pitcher.

He took a hip step, moved his waist in a standard posture, and smashed the remote control in his right hand directly in the direction of the plane.

"Hey! Be careful, spread out! ”

I didn't expect his set of smooth movements at all, and Conan's outstretched Erkang hand was still frozen in mid-air.

Not to mention, the posture of playing baseball is quite standard...... Do art students still practice baseball......

However, it was a plastic bomb, and it was unlikely that a simple impact would trigger an explosion, and even if you hit it, it would still be too late to evacuate the crowd!

The heavy remote control drew a parabola and accurately hit the bottom of the model airplane.

The collision did not cause the bomb to explode, but the original gliding trajectory was hit by the remote control smashed from the side, and immediately deviated from the original course.

The two things collided with each other, changed angles, and fell in the direction of the outside of the embankment.

In the adrenaline-pumping eyes of Conan, everything is in slow motion.

"Boom!"

A faint red light flashed, and just as the model and remote control were about to crash into the water, the bomb was detonated.

The huge explosion energy spread rapidly, black smoke suddenly filled the air, and in the strong smell, the remote control and the wreckage of the plane that were torn into pieces smashed into the water, and the broken pieces also caused small exclamations from others on the shore.

The whole process was so smooth that he couldn't even react to Conan, who had to say something: "......"

The mobile phone of "Jingle Bell" rang, and Conan, who was frozen in place, sank his expression.

At this time, the only one who would call him was the prisoner.

He answered the phone, and was about to yell directly at the other side, when the man opposite him burst out laughing: "You are really hiding in Tokyo, Kudo Shinichi." Isn't it easy to find you? ”

Conan, who almost answered directly in his own voice, stiffened his spine and felt a slight chill on his back.

Oh yes, this person is contacting Kudo Shinichi, and the dial is also Kudo Shinichi's mobile phone number, if he didn't hold back just now......

Hey, why did he know I was there? He was also there, or, he could see the scene.

Conan, who quickly sensed that something was wrong, couldn't help but glance around the entire park.

The number of people in the park on holiday was not small, but as far as his eye could see, there was no one who matched the characteristics of the bearded uncle that several schoolchildren had said.

Everyone was talking noisily because of the sudden explosion, most of them looked panicked or dazed, and there was no one who looked like an explosionr.

On the contrary......

Conan's eyes were fixed on Yusuke Kitagawa, who was looking at the exploding plane and didn't know what he was thinking.

Yusuke Kitagawa was also holding his mobile phone at this time, leaning against his ear in the hood, as if he was calling the police.

Conan's eyes lit up.

Ah, I see!

Because the one who came over to contact the remote control and flew the plane was Yusuke Kitagawa, and he didn't know why, so he put on a sweatshirt that could cover his face.

So in the eyes of the prisoners who were observing the scene from afar, the person who rushed to the scene to solve the problem was indeed "Kudo Shinichi" That's right!

Conan tried his best to keep his composure, slowly pulled up the bow voice changer, followed Kitagawa Yusuke's movements with his peripheral vision, leaned over to his phone and said, "Who are you, and what are you doing to create this explosion?" ”

Under the guise of Yusuke Kitagawa and guessing that the prisoner's eyes should not have stayed on him, he looked further away, and soon spotted the figure standing on the top of the abandoned building on the other side of the river.

With the flick of a button on the temple, he zoomed in on the camera installed by the Doctor, and soon found a suspicious man holding a telescope in the rubble of the rooftop.

As Ayumi and the others say, the man has an exaggerated beard on his face, a hat on his head, and a gray-black coat wrapped around his body, and at first glance he looks like a homeless man in a slum, and there are hardly any features that can confirm his identity.

This is most likely a disguise, not only for a purpose, but also for prevention.

The other party is coming for him.

Conan, who knew this, secretly gritted his teeth, quietly moved a few times, and completely hid his small figure behind Kitagawa Yusuke.

In this way, from the perspective of the other party's observation, even he, the child who was answering the phone, could not see.

"I just want you to feel that what you want to do is right in front of you, and you can only watch it destroy and be powerless." With a sneer, the man continued, "Next, around 1 o'clock, another bomb will explode." The location is the square in front of the rice flower station. ”

Rice Flower Station, which is the most visited JR station in Rice Flower Town......

If there were an explosion in the square in front of the station, the consequences would be unimaginable.

“…… What the hell do you want to do? ”

"I want to fix the mistake, and that mistake includes you, Mr. Kudo."

After ending this triumphant declaration, the phone was hung up by the other side first.

Conan gritted his teeth and glanced down at the time.

It wasn't time for lunch yet, and he had plenty of space.

"What are you doing?"

Conan looked up and saw Yusuke Kitagawa, who had finished the call, bowing his head and looking at himself.

"What happened just now, bombs, planes or something." Yusuke Kitagawa looked down at him and pointed to the debris from the explosion on the grass in front of him, "You seem to know a lot. ”

Indeed, the situation was urgent, and he blurted out almost without hesitation the words of keeping the children away from the plane and the remote control, and now looking back, he inexplicably rushed into the park and said that the plane had a bomb, and then the plane really exploded or something, which is really very suspicious.

"That...... I just heard someone say that......" Conan used his brain, muttered two words in his mouth, rolled his eyes, and looked back again, "Why are you here?" ”

Strictly speaking, this guy who appeared at the same time as him, entered the park at the same time, really listened to the words of the elementary school students, and disposed of the bomb, is not more reasonable than him, right?

Oh yes, considering the situation of the bomber, it doesn't seem to completely clear Kitagawa Yusuke's suspicions.

…… After all, just as the prisoner called him, the man picked up the phone too, didn't he?

Thinking so, Conan straightened his back again.

"I'm here to sketch in the park." Yusuke Kitagawa pointed behind him with his thumb.

Conan looked in the direction of his finger and did see a paint tray and easel by the bench not far away.

“…… I remember that you walked in from the outside before......" Conan was stunned, and couldn't help but be a little confused.

"Ah, because I'm going to buy discounted bread, it's 3 kilometers away from here, so I'll ask the lady over there to take care of it for me." As he spoke, Yusuke Kitagawa pulled out a hand that was in his pocket.

A piece of chow mein bread with a pompous red and yellow promotional sign with the words "-90%" written on it.

"Well, you're dressed ......."

"Oh, I didn't pay attention to it when I was sketching a few days ago, and my skin was peeling, so I wore a coat today."

"So you're calling, it's for ......"

"Call the police, or else?"

The two of them looked at each other silently, and completely asked Conan, who was speechless, for a while.

Don't say it, if you think about it carefully, everything is really flawless.

Except for the coincidence that it was so coincidental that the prisoners misunderstood that this guy who was hiding his head and tail was Kudo Shinichi, who had been missing for many days, there was nothing strange about the logic of the other party's behavior.

When the two of them stared at each other, the police station that received the police had already arrived quickly.

The nearest police station, less than 200 meters across the street from the park, is a bit blatant that a prisoner would choose this place to commit a crime.

It would be terrible if they were detained by the police and interrogated......

Oh yes, if he goes to the next place, it's hard to guarantee that the prisoner will continue to hide somewhere and observe, and he will have to find a way to call Yusuke Kitagawa or something.

Conan gritted his teeth and reached out to grab the corner of Kitagawa Yusuke's clothes.

Although it seems a little late to pretend to be a child now, Yusuke Kitagawa is a guy with a brain circuit that is a little different from ordinary people, so maybe ......

"That, Mr. Kitagawa...... Can I ask you for one thing......"

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“…… The matter is so urgent, can't you choose other means of transportation? ”

Pulled by the hand and walking on the sidewalk, Conan clenched his fists, looked at the bricks under his feet, and couldn't help but speak.

"But didn't you say that the bomber who teased the second bomb wouldn't be detonated until after 1 o'clock?" Yusuke Kitagawa, who was munching on bread slowly, replied vaguely, "I don't have the money to take the subway either." It took me less than half an hour to walk this road, and I was there in no time. ”

"But, isn't your high school in Kakudocho, and how do you get here every day when you don't take the subway?" Conan pursed his lips and looked up at him in disbelief.

"Come here." Yusuke Kitagawa, who felt that his question was very strange, lowered his head and looked at him incomprehensibly, "Then what's not?" ”

Conan, choked by the way he took it for granted: "......"

"Anyway, what you said, the other party said that if you call the police, he will immediately detonate the bomb, so it's not wrong to be low-key." Yusuke Kitagawa nodded and pulled him along the overpass.

Conan, who just wanted to take out his skateboard to speed up: "......"

It's over, he regrets asking this person to help, although he can't see what is wrong, but he feels a little wrong......

Is it too late for him to call Tang Ze to put on a sweatshirt and change people on the field?

(End of chapter)