TOKYO SKYTREE.

It is one of the world's tallest towers, which not only transmits radio waves, but also has a complete set of commercial and entertainment facilities, and handles hundreds of thousands of visitors per throughput.

But today, the buttons on one floor of the Skytree elevator are completely gray.

The all-Tokyo high-tech restaurant closed for business without saying a word, and the staff kept bowing and apologizing, saying that the revolving restaurant was closed for a day due to fire problems, and you are welcome to come back tomorrow...... Tourists from afar returned disappointed, and from their positions, there were no two people sitting opposite each other by the window of the revolving restaurant.

It's not that the fire department is asking for a closure for inspection, but that the revolving restaurant has been chartered as a whole.

This revolving restaurant has never encountered such a precedent, and the owner's first reaction when he first received the call was politely declined.

As long as the restaurant opened for one day, tens of thousands of tourists brought terrifying turnover and profits, followed by a notice signed by the public security to suspend fire safety for rectification, and blocked all his refusals. Not only is the mystery shopper financially powerful, but the power behind this document makes him tremble.

The mysterious patron asked to clear the venue, so the chef, along with the boss, and the service staff, packed up and rolled together.

In the bottom of the collision of knives and forks, a middle-aged man's "sexual" voice sounded. At the same time raised is a glass of red wine. The man raised his glass from afar:

"It's not easy to meet you."

——The empty restaurant is quiet, and the waiter's footsteps are silent like a ghost. The original staff in the revolving restaurant were all screened down, and the monitoring was turned off because the guests had their own cooks, maids and waiters.

They don't choose this place because of the service and dining, but because they prefer it to be overlooking all of Tokyo.

Sitting opposite him was a sturdy bald old man, half of his left eye covered by a diagonal blindfold. The wrinkled eyelids couldn't stop the shrewd and vicious light in the pupils.

Rum nodded sympathetically, not knowing if he was still the middle-aged man opposite, and the two clinked glasses in the air.

Rum said: "How can you miss such a perfect stage?" ”

They both knew each other's dumb riddles, and as soon as the sound fell, they all looked down in unison.

Nearly 100 meters above the ground, no matter how majestic and magnificent the building is, it is miniature to a square the size of a fingernail.

Between the jagged matchboxes, there is a gray "colored" streamer, which is the circular line of the Eastern Capital that has not stopped so far.

Circle after lap of the running train, carrying countless panicked hearts, and from the perspective of the high-ranking people, these ants' joys and sorrows are just worth a glimpse of fun.

The middle-aged man laughed, "Where did you get so many outlaws?" ”

He used a flirtatious tone, not like talking about a bunch of wanted warrants with sky-high bounty faces, but like caring about the other party's livestock. Rum cut off the steak and shook his fork at him: "Here's a piece of meat." ”

- He just threw a jump to solicit bait, smelled the bloody outlaws, and naturally took the bait himself. The middle-aged man happily hooked the corners of his lips: "Admire." ”

"Where? It also provides a lodging and food, and runs errands in the middle. Rum complained half-truthfully.

Both of them knew that the place was crumbling, and he could not even afford to open a bottle of wine in the restaurant for a day. But the middle-aged man nodded thoughtfully.

"Feeding somebody," he said, "is indeed a chore." ”

"You've worked hard, too."

Rum politely raised his glass to him, and the middle-aged man smiled: "No, it's just shepherding." ”

The crimson wine "liquid" was drunk in one gulp, and the waiter quietly poured the wine with his head down. The middle-aged man shook his cup: "Speaking of which, this is also worrying that there is no suspect chasing after me." The fried loop...... Who? It's a little bit of him. ”

"Well," said Rum casually, "it's not the first time. Bombs are such a thing that supports the bold and starves the cowardly. ”

"Oh?" The middle-aged man was rarely interested, and he pushed his hand forward: "Tell me about it?" ”

Whizzing past the circular rails, Miwako Sato didn't realize it, and she looked down at her phone again.

Tang Zeyu came over extremely slowly.

No, maybe it's not his question, the real irritable person is Miwako Sato, who has unconsciously bowed her head three

Return, the number is displayed on the minute, and it is worth skipping a minute.

The girl's speech shocked someone's heart, and the next time, the space fell into an awkward silence.

However, she is not false: no matter how she enlightens and persuades, she will establish infinite energy in the future. The hatred of the dead is never as important as the life of the living, and the living are dying, everything is another matter.

The disease destroys the immune system of the young girl, and all kinds of complications follow. At the moment when the revenge was avenged, the adrenaline secretion was violent, making her face almost the same as ordinary people. When the hormonal stimulation passed, she could only curl up in her seat and cough.

She sat in the position where Chizo Ogura was alive, Miwa Sato was on the side, and Wataru Takagi was sent to the bathroom to guard the body.

On the opposite row of seats, there is only one uninvited Amuro thorough.

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When Tang Zeyu came over, he saw that it was this death composition, and his footsteps hesitated for a moment.

Escaping shame but useful...... Why don't you go and change to Takagi?

But this second of hesitation was enough for Amuro to raise his head. Miwako Sato was facing away from Yu Karasawa in the position, and she couldn't see the person coming behind her, and correspondingly, Amuro caught Yu Tang Ze holding his mobile phone at a glance.

The smile on his lips deepened slightly.

He wears thick black-rimmed glasses, and his light brown sheep "wool" trench coat makes him look gentle and harmless, almost like the popular Poirot café waiter in the original work.

The comic also knows what readers are looking forward to, outlining the expression on Tang Zeyu's face in every detail, from slightly dilated pupils to almost taking off his mobile phone.

His dark eyes reflected the smiling blonde figure in the sun, and his gray-blue pupils looked at it freely, and the moment of confrontation was like a confrontation between the wheels under his feet and the railroad tracks.

Then Tang Zeyu came back to his senses and accurately grabbed the phone that Kankan had slipped.

Time flowed again, and Miwako Sato noticed Toru Amuro's movements and looked behind her.

She was puzzled: "Tang Zejun? ”

"No, it's fine." Yu Karasawa smiled.

A brief surprise disappeared from his face, Miwako Sato was ahead of schedule, and Yu Karasawa had recovered to that unfazed appearance.

Naturally, he stopped next to Miwako Sato's seat, put one hand on the backrest, and looked down at the girl inside. She was uncomfortably curled up into a ball of hedgehogs with her head hanging down, and she could only see through the gaps in her short hair clenching her teeth.

Hiroshi Karasawa looked at Miwako Sato, who nodded lightly: Yes, this is the murderer.

Yu Tang raised his eyebrows, but he also accepted this well.

Immediately after, his gaze shifted to Toru Amuro.

The barrage crackled and exploded fireworks for this meeting, and Yu Karasawa turned them all off.

This can be his acting line once, muscle arrangement and combination, changing gentle expressions, no matter how fast his heart is passing by, he is like meeting for the first time, his tone is mixed with a hint of strangeness and surprise.

"You're ...... helping"

"I've admired the daimyo for a long time, Amuro Toru, and he's a private detective." The opposite side introduced himself and took the initiative to interrupt him.

Amuro smiled and stretched out his hand: "I didn't get to the Karasawa Police Department." Now it seems that the reasoning is a bit of a trick. ”

The train runs at high speed on the track without an end point, sprinkled with sunlight windows, and for a moment only two opposite silhouettes remain. Staggered light and shadow roared Tang Zeyu deep dark eyes, at that moment he stared at the same time with the same expression, like looking at an unrecognizable person.

After a moment, Tang Zeyu lowered his eyes.

"How?" He said, "Mr. Amuro is arrogant. ”

He shook Amuro's hand.

The "color" of one black and one white skin is touched and separated, and the "color" of the skin is like a metaphor.

Miwako Sato: "What's going on?" ”

Tang Zeyu shook her head, seeing this, she frowned even more, and Amuro Toru 'interjected' at the right time: "Speaking of Tang Ze Police Department, do you want to take a break?" ”

He bowed his head and motioned to the seat next to him, Tang Zeyu couldn't find a reason to refuse, so he nodded, and before he could sit down, the electricity in his pocket rang again.

Miwako Sato's eyes lit up: "Is there any news from the Metropolitan Police Department?" ”

Yu Karasawa turned on the hands-free and listened

At the moment of content, Sato's eyes went out with excitement, and her eyes widened in astonishment. Amuro didn't calm down, only Tang Zeyu's expression remained unchanged, and the smile on the corner of his mouth faded slightly.

"Really...... So did the bomber say? ”

In the general command room of the Eastern Railway, the Twilight Police Department slowly put down the mobile phone.

"Brother Tang Ze, he said to empty the next carriage first."

"The current strategy," said Okiya, "can only control the bomber before the sun goes down the mountain bomb." ”

Even so, there is less than an hour left before the sun sets. A cloud of shadows hovers in someone's mind: even if the bomber's true identity is found, will the police really have time to control him to hand over the remote control?

As soon as the sound fell, the two of them looked at Conan at their feet.

The latter was still immersed in thought, and the reflection of the light in the lenses blurred his expression, and only a clenched fist could show that he was not at peace at the moment.

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Conan took a deep breath.

You take ...... He closed his eyes and muttered, clearing his thoughts.

Calm down.

This is a premeditated provocation, not a random killing in the streets...... All the activities and words of the offender are regular. On closer inspection, what are you overlooking?

Twice dodged the explosion at Minami Cupdo Station.

Ask to park at Minami Cuphu Bridge Station, which is a mediocre site, and even the usual passenger traffic is not much.

And also...... Seven years ago, the Twin Towers were blown up for no apparent reason.

The police followed up and locked down the apartment where the bombers lived, and one of the bombers was named Nakata Ryoji. He said that he had accomplices because the neighbors claimed that the apartment was inhabited by two people, and these two people have not been caught so far, disappearing into the depths of the sea like a drop of water.

Conan closed his eyes, and his vision went dark.

The dead line is pressing step by step.

Go on.

Minami Cupdo Bridge Station ...... Why Minami Kakudo Ohashi Station? Why do you want the train to stop at this station?

"Although there is still an hour before the sun goes down, just now, the train of the Karasawa Police Department has already passed through the station once."

In the darkness, Okiya's voice came from him, "We only have fifteen minutes, which is the time it takes to circle the loop at the current speed. ”

"—What is the length of the train?"

Conan snapped his eyes open and pounced on the map!

The town of Kakudo is crisscrossed by rivers, and it is a bustling commercial area with countless bridges across it. Crisscrossing the water, subdividing countless tributaries, Conan's gaze followed the railroad track signs on the map.

At Minami Kakudo Ohashi Station, this platform is just connected to the front of the tram, and correspondingly, the rear position is a bridge.

"Remember this bridge," Officer Shiratori said, looking at the picture, "it's a master who admires the aesthetics of architectural symmetry, and is quite a British architect." ”

The station is symmetrically distributed along the central axis, and the glass curtain wall is stacked with ancient British gorgeousness.

The skewed tops of the Twin Towers are said to be due to lack of funds and subsequent changes to the construction drawings.

Conan's lenses skipped a cold glow: "Who are these architects?" ”

“…… Emperor Moriya? Shiratori Ren Saburo said inexplicably.

"I'm applying for an arrest warrant," Conan said, "Teiji Moriya, the one who hides the bomber behind the scenes!" ”

The middle-aged man put down his wine glass: "Tell me?" ”

"This is a fledgling who dares to extort a billion dollars from the Metropolitan Police Department......" Rum recalls nonchalantly, "and he has some skills." ”

The middle-aged man raised his eyebrows slightly because of this number, but he was not too surprised. He quickly responded to the case: "A billion, I'm a little moved." How do you keep him until now? ”

"Good design." Rum bowed his head, "A billion is easy to make, and it is hard to find an architect who pursues symmetry so fanatically." ”

"English architecture?" The middle-aged man nodded: "It's really pleasing to the eye." ”

"I think so."

The wine glasses touched in the air, and the two of them each took a sip.

The residence of Emperor Moriya is not far from Minami Kakudo Station, which fits the theory of psychological safety zones in the mouth of the Twilight Police Department.

It's a seat gas

The English manor house is built in a symmetrical English design, with rows of wooden multi-chevron pitched roofs, towering corner towers and wide porticos, and ornate carved bay window lattices.

Entering the garden, there are green bushes, bypassing the gray and white marble fountain, and playing in front of a cluster of flowers, when I see the sudden intruder of the police, the aluminum kettle slammed down on the stone brick path.

"Are you looking for Master Moriya?"

The pipe's voice trembled, and his eyes widened in disbelief: "Three days ago, he never came back!"

tbc

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