The JR station square in Mihua is not large, and considering its location as a major transportation stop, it is not allowed to have a large area at the junction of the main road, with only a few trees and a few benches.

It sounds like a good thing to make the search easier, but when you walk into the station square, Conan still feels tricky.

There are so many pedestrians passing by here that without the help of the police, no one knows where the prisoners will plant their bombs or whether they will be taken away by passers-by.

If you can blow up a plastic bomb that can blow up a building and explode in a crowd......

"Don't worry, kid." Yusuke Kitagawa who was a few steps behind him crossed the sidewalk, and Shi Shiran carried his pocket, "Since the prisoner said that it will detonate after 1 o'clock, there is a high probability that it will be a time bomb this time." ”

“…… Have you ever studied this kind of thing? Unexpectedly, before he could use his brain, he was comforted by an ordinary person with an unfamiliar face, and Conan looked up at him in surprise.

…… Anyway, Yusuke Kitagawa looks thin and hasn't eaten enough, why is he still so tall, and it's quite tiring to talk to him.

Yusuke Kitagawa, who was wearing 3cm heightened shoes, nodded thoughtfully, "Isn't that obvious?" If it's not a time bomb, what is he doing with time. ”

"Even if he doesn't use a time bomb, he can use a remote control device?" Conan retorted first, then shook his head, "What you said makes sense, too. ”

Although Kitagawa Yusuke's judgment sounds more like a knee-jerk reaction of muscles connecting directly to the brain than reasoning, he is not wrong.

If the prisoner's purpose is the same as what he described on the phone, then the other party wants to target Kudo Shinichi, and not to kill him directly, but to make him feel the pain that he can't prevent the tragedy from happening.

This shows the extreme self-confidence of the criminal, and also shows that the other party's two bombs are closer to "appetizers", and they want to test the depth of his detective.

As previously investigated, there was much more to the stolen explosives.

In order not to make their behavior too strange, he didn't drag Yusuke Kitagawa with him, and walked around the square in front of the station first, simply eliminating the façade that could be seen at a glance, as well as the relatively easy to think of hiding places such as garbage cans and tree branches.

It may seem noticeable for a high school student to do this, but it makes perfect sense for an elementary school student with ADHD.

This is the only time when you can feel the convenience of children.

After a brief turn, Conan, who had found nothing, returned to Yusuke Kitagawa who was sitting on the edge of the bench, and was about to ask the other party to check some parts that were not easy to see clearly, such as the canopy of trees, but saw him bow his head and carefully observe what was under the seat.

Conan leaned over to see that it was a pink cat box with cute pink and white stickers on the outer wall, and a faint cat meow could be heard when he got closer.

"Please take it away......" read the words written on it, and Conan observed it for a moment, frowning.

At first glance, the cat bag is expensive, tends to be very obvious decorative style, and with this eye-catching color, it is very urgent to make people notice, and it is easy to think of characters such as a little girl who has to be abandoned for family reasons.

Under this premise, this note with overly clear handwriting reveals a somewhat different age tendency.

It's not a big suspicion, but there is a subtle sense of suspicion.

Conan was about to reach out and take it out carefully, but Yusuke Kitagawa had already bent down and lifted the cat bag directly.

"Hey, be careful......" Although he knew that it was very likely that he would not be able to use any exaggerated devices such as a balance bar, he couldn't help but be shocked when he saw Kitagawa Yusuke's heroic movements.

Yusuke Kitagawa gave a puzzled look back: "Shake it a little twice, it won't scare the cat." ”

“…… The reason you're staring at it is because there's a cat in it? Conan, who was briefly puzzled for a moment by Kitagawa Yusuke's acuity, raised his eyebrows.

"So what's not? What else can you have without a cat in a cat bag? Yusuke Kitagawa looked back in turn with a puzzled expression.

The two looked at each other silently for a few seconds, and Conan, who felt that this conversation was a little mentally retarded, slapped his head and reached out to open the lock on the cat bag directly.

A milk-brown little head poked its head out in the next second.

"It's a Siamese cat." Yusuke Kitagawa reached out and stroked the kitten's slightly messy hair.

The cat approached his hand and sniffed it a few times, squawked twice, climbed onto his lap, and squatted down very familiarly.

"Good behave, obedient." Yusuke Kitagawa smiled and reached out to pat the cat's back, "It's dangerous here, you can't stay here, I'll take you somewhere else." ”

Is it unexpectedly the type that will be popular with cats and dogs?

Conan looked at the cat that was obediently held in his arms and purred under the stroke, and felt an indescribable sense of déjà vu, and couldn't help but squint his eyes and recall for two seconds where he had seen such a scene.

But now that the situation was urgent, his flexible divergent thinking quickly retracted, opened the small door on the cat's bag, and glanced inside.

The bright red countdown mechanism is quietly counting second by second.

It's really this ......!

"Kitagawa-sama-sama, look!"

"Hmm...... There's still half an hour left, so why don't you walk back here......"

“…… Why do you have to make a special trip back?! ”

"But my easel is still there. If you can't wait, you might as well call the police. ”

"Don't! Don't dial! Don't worry about it yet! You wait for me here! I'll find a river and go back! ”

Without any further objections, Tang Ze watched the back of the elementary school student who had fled from the desert by the radio wave man, stroked the obedient cat in his hand, and smiled meaningfully.

I like to carry any problem on myself, and no one will notify me, right?

It should make you feel that Joker is already the best talker in the monster thief group, hiding that the other party is acting without authorization, so I don't know who the people who come to meet you are.

"I still like to solve any problem by myself, little hero." Picking up the slender cat, Tang Ze met its ice-blue eyes for a moment and smiled, "You'll be called Nekko from now on, little kitten." ”

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After the two explosions, although the bombs did not cause any casualties or serious property damage due to Conan's timely arrival and timely handling, the retaliatory bombing against Kudo Shinichi was taken seriously.

Several witnesses who had been in contact with the bombers were called in by the Twilight Police Department for questioning, and when Conan walked out of the office, he saw Yusuke Kitagawa surrounded by several of his elementary school classmates.

"Can I touch it?" Looking at the cat lying on his shoulder, Ayumi Yoshida cautiously said, "I won't hurt it." ”

Yusuke Kitagawa, who was immersed in drawing something, looked at her strangely: "You want to touch it and ask me what to do?" You should ask about it. ”

"Is that so?" Ayumi Yoshida was stunned by what he said, thought for a few seconds, gave up sorting out the logical problems in the middle, and really turned to Siam who was lazily lying on his shoulder, "Then can I touch you?" Uh, what should I call it? ”

"It's called Nekko."

“Neko？ Are you saying it's just a cat? ”

"No, there's a buoy here, it's nekko."

"What do you mean?"

"The root of the tree means under the tree."

"Huh? Why the name? ”

"Because I found it under a tree."

Also the roots, according to this naming logic, the cat should be called a chair head, a bomb pendant or something......

Conan, who was once again twitched by the mentally handicapped conversation, stroked his forehead and walked over to interrupt them: "What are you doing here?" Isn't the end of the inquiry? ”

"Look at Conan, this brother is so good at drawing!" Seeing that it was him, Ayumi happily jumped off the stool and pointed to the notebook in Kitagawa Yusuke's hand, "This is the bearded uncle we saw, and his drawing is exactly like what I said!" ”

Conan was stunned and hurried closer to take a look.

I saw Yusuke Kitagawa, who was holding a notebook and a ballpoint pen, methodically processing the sketch figure drawings in his hands, and a bearded middle-aged man wearing sunglasses and a beret and an overcoat was drawn from the tip of his pen.

There was almost no difference from the man Conan saw through the magnification of his glasses.

Yusuke Kitagawa still has this technique? Conan couldn't help but be impressed.

Simulated crime portraits are not as simple as they sound, not to mention the oral characteristics of a few elementary school students with limited language skills, and it takes great patience and accurate grasp of the details of height, clothing characteristics, and dress.

In other words, without professional training, being able to draw the image dictated by others to this level of completion is enough to say that the talent is amazing.

"It's amazing......" Conan, who finally felt a little bit of art student literacy from the other party, was a little surprised, "It's a pity, it's still difficult to catch people." ”

"Yes, the other party should have deliberately covered up all the features." Yusuke Kitagawa nodded in affirmation, and slowly finished drawing the black leather gloves on the man's hand before putting down the pen, "It seems that fingerprints will not gain anything." ”

"Even if there are fingerprints, they have been blown up." Conan remembered the remote control and the plane that had died together, and he didn't think there was any trace left at the scene.

Returning the notebook in his hand to a few elementary school students, watching them hold up the portraits, and rushing back towards the office that had just come out with great interest, Yusuke Kitagawa shrugged: "Didn't you say that this prisoner was targeting a high school student detective, Shinichi Kudo?" In fact, it will be faster to check this direction. ”

"Well...... Conan laughed awkwardly twice, touched his head, and was embarrassed to speak.

If the prisoners and murderers he arrested, as well as their relatives, were regarded as people he had offended, then he had offended too many.

Although he officially started working as a detective after high school, there is always a reason why he can handle cases all the way and be exaggerated by the media as the "savior of the Japanese police".

is also because of the young age, the prisoners who were fortunate enough to be sent in by him, not to mention those who were released after completing their sentences, and those who were really sentenced to death, have not yet been executed.

But most of these prisoners also have their own relatives and friends, considering that more than half of them chose to commit crimes because of the grievances of relatives and friends, it is really hard to say whether the cycle of revenge will be counted on him as a detective......

"Oh, you've offended too many people, haven't you?" Kitagawa Yusuke nodded suddenly, "Then you can ask him himself to come over and rule it out, it's that kind of thing, well, the criminal profile or something." ”

"You mean the kind of TV movie that guesses what the basic characteristics of a criminal person are based on his criminal behavior, right? In that case, cough, Shinichi brother doesn't know how to do it, he's a reasoner. Scratching his cheek, Conan followed his train of thought for a moment.

If this kind of criminal behavior is profiled, he knows people who know a little.

In his impression, Tang Ze, whose parents are psychologists, and Akechi Goro, who came back from the United States, should be a little ......

yes, the two of them seem to have a pretty good relationship, although Akechi Gorou doesn't make a good impression on him.

Hey? Why did he suddenly link these two people?

Regardless of what Conan, who was suddenly lost in thought, was pondering, Yusuke Kitagawa picked up the small biscuit that the police officer used to coax the child, opened it and ate it without blushing, and said casually: "It's not that difficult to deduce, right?" Since he is good at reasoning, he must be good at doing this as well. For example, this prisoner should be quite rich. ”

"Huh? Where did you get your conclusions? Conan, who didn't understand how this was connected, was stunned.

"Like this cat." Yusuke Kitagawa took a backhand and lifted the cat's head hidden in his hat, "I just checked it on the Internet, and I feel that its breed is quite good, and its body is also very clean, so it shouldn't be caught casually." That is also to attract the attention of passers-by, he does not catch a stray cat casually, but chooses to buy a cat, which shows that he is usually not short of money. ”

"You mean, he's going to spend money to solve problems that don't cost money." Conan, who understood, thought for a moment and nodded in approval of this logic.

"And that model airplane, which is very expensive, is something that I would only go to the model shop and draw." Yusuke Kitagawa bit the cookie in his mouth and picked up another one.

"Well, that's true, but in fact, the most expensive things in his crime process are those two bombs." Conan noted.

The two cases cost tens of thousands of yen, and under the premise that there are obviously cheaper options, this prisoner really can't be a person with a poor life.

But the hardest part of the whole case is the two bombs.

"yes, that's why he stole the gunpowder." Yusuke Kitagawa ate the biscuits very quickly, and he fell into his stomach when he saw the fourth piece, "But maybe he hired someone to steal it, or someone stole it and he bought it." ”

This coincides with Conan's earlier reasoning about this batch of explosives, Conan touched his chin and nodded slowly.

The rich people he offended were, well, a useful filter, but with that, there were still a lot of people......

"For example, this person should be in the art industry." Seeing him nod, Yusuke Kitagawa added.

This guess is a bit deeper.

Conan couldn't help but ask, "Huh? Why do you think so? ”

The first reasoning is relatively easy to understand, but the latter one is not so understandable.

Is it because Yusuke Kitagawa himself is a painter with a bad brain, so there is some kind of strange "resonance of the same kind"?

"Don't you think it's humorous, these two cases of his." Yusuke Kitagawa looked back strangely with a look of "you are asking knowingly".

“…… Humor? Conan's eyes grew stranger to look at him.

Humor? If they hadn't stopped it in time, the number of casualties on the scene might have been in the double digits with the bomb yield on the model plane.

This is a very serious crisis and a case.

And after all, who thinks the bomber is humorous?

Conan, who knew that Yusuke Kitagawa was a little neurotic, but didn't expect him to be so neurotic, was still surprised.

"yes, didn't you notice the model of the airplane? B-29 bomber. Yusuke Kitagawa made a popping gesture in the air with his hand stained with cookie crumbs, "You know what it's for." ”

This is the same bomber model that instantly made Hiroshima and Nagasaki all over the place, and using it to hang bombs, right, has an indescribable grotesque humor in it.

If you think about it, it's hell.

"The same goes for cats. He even carefully designed and decorated the package to make sure it caught people's attention, and if you think about that phrase, 'Please take it away', right? Yusuke Kitagawa shrugged his shoulders and made an expression that you would understand, "This kind of creative desire, I don't think anyone who works in other industries may have this kind of leisure." ”

Even if what you said is right, the prisoner really thinks so, and being able to understand you at this level is outrageous enough, right?

No wonder you want to say that the other party is engaged in the art industry, you all paint like this?

Conan looked at him puzzled for a moment, then nodded at a very slow pace: "...... You have a point. ”

Understood, the prisoner is an artist who is as neurotic as this guy, and the only difference from him is that he is relatively rich.

It is indeed reasonable and convincing.

"Jingle bell—"

Another series of bells rang, and while talking to Dr. Asasa and keeping an eye on his side, the Twilight Police Department noticed the situation for the first time and approached quickly.

"Is it a call from a prisoner?" Seeing Conan take out his mobile phone and look at the caller's ID with a heavy expression, the Twilight Police Department asked.

Conan nodded, made a gesture, and without saying a word, connected the phone and pressed the speakerphone.

In front of so many people, he couldn't pick up the voice changer again and start talking, but fortunately, in this case, it was more reasonable to let the police come and talk to him.

"It's a little bit of a challenge, but it's just a tapa for you, isn't it?" On the other side of the phone, the voice that had been distorted by the voice changer to a strange timbre rang almost the moment it was connected, "I saw you walk into the police station, this is the signal of an official declaration of war, right?" So let's get into the fight. I'm on the Eastern Capital Ring Line, and 5 bombs have already been planted. ”

(End of chapter)