Rum said, "Who says shepherding is not a science? ”

From the very point of view in Tokyo, the huge circle of explosion shadows that envelop the entire loop is nothing more than a ring of small fireworks.

It didn't even qualify to talk about it, and the content of the two conversations passed by the maker, quickly returning to the previous topic.

"Timid and afraid...... But after all, the number is there," Rum said, "It's still a headache to go crazy." ”

The middle-aged man suddenly smiled: "Crazy? ”

"There are so many rules that I don't need to bother," he said, "but you." It's been more than ten years, how did you control him? ”

"A sheep has a sheep, a wolf has a wolf, let him fight by himself."

The two laughed tacitly and touched a glass for this trouble-saving master who enjoyed his success. The middle-aged man shook his head: "There are classes there, but I didn't expect this." ”

"It's just a little more troublesome."

The "liquid" in the rum glass was halfway to the point, and suddenly the mobile phone was cut off by the buzzing vibration. He frowned imperceptibly, for tonight's gathering, he had already instructed his subordinates not to disturb easily, and even changed a number, only the closest confidants knew.

In such a short period of time, what can happen outside?

Although he didn't think so, he still said: Lose company. ”

The moment he saw the contents, Rum's face suddenly changed!

If it weren't for the middle-aged man sitting opposite, he would almost be unable to control his body on the ground. Rum stiffened his face and nodded, "It's a bit of a rush." ”

"Understand, who doesn't have one or two waste subordinates?" Middle-aged with a jaw head.

Rum's smile vanished the moment he turned the corner. At this end of the dining room, the sun poured in unreservedly thanks to the wide floor-to-ceiling windows, and the glow of the city at his feet was illuminated along with Rum's bald head, and his face was shrouded in deeper, cold shadows. He was sure that the middle-aged man could not see and could not see him, so he made a phone call with a blank face.

"Immediately 'clean up' Teiji Moriya for me." As soon as he connected, Rum spoke, and there was a kind of unequivocal cruelty in his tone. "He must not be allowed to have the opportunity to explain to the strip, even if it is a sentence. - Any word! ”

*

As he passed through the aisle, Matsuda Jinhei got to know his collar.

Tang Zeyu used it too much, and he was always worried that the connection of the collar would be crooked when walking, and the red lining underneath would be exposed.

- He walked silently, like some kind of feline creature stepping on a carpet. Kazuko Sato was almost startled when she saw the voice that suddenly sounded above her head.

Matsuda Jinpeiichi bowed: "It's not good to think, can you sit here?" I don't see the other side. For some reason, the car at the tail was suddenly emptied. ”

He put on the pair of sunglasses, the whole suit was straight, and the tie was still uninhibitedly crooked.

Kazuko Sato was immersed in her own emotions, and just came back to her senses, and when she arrived at the rear carriage of Matsuda Jinhei's words, her expression was suddenly lonely for a moment.

In the "confused" train, only the rear of the train is emptied for something.

Karasawa Yu walked there alone, Kazuko Sato had no position to stop him, and then, Toru Amuro also chased after him, and the seat opposite was empty all of a sudden.

Kazuko Sato leaned back: "Yes, you can rest." ”

"Thanks, you're so nice." Matsuda Jinpei sighed heartily.

The girl who was curled up in the seat suddenly raised her head silently, and her face was still pale. Matsuda Jinpei politely cared: "What's wrong?" ”

Kazuko Sato excused himself and said, "It's too urgent to go out, and it's a little uncomfortable." ”

"Are you anxious...... It's not bad," Matsuda Jinpei wanted to take the cigarette from his arms, put his hand into the inner bag, and took it out.

Then he thought that the cigarette case had been left for himself by some screwed guy.

He had no choice but to shrug his shoulders instead, "If only I could accept the final result." ”

"I knew before I went out." The girl muttered quietly.

Matsuda Jinpei smiled, no

Yes or no. His gaze still stopped at Kazuko Sato: "Is this your daughter?" It's cute. ”

"Hmm...... Yes? ”

The effect of this sentence is comparable to a shock, Kazuko Sato suddenly stopped for two seconds, turned his head to look at the girl's appearance, recalled his age, and didn't know whether the other side was blind or stupid for a while.

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He shook his hand again and again: "No, I, I'm my sister." ”

"—this is my sister." Again, I feel uneasy.

"Ahh Matsuda Jinhei nodded nonchalantly, "I'm sorry, I'm a little familiar for a while...... Are you a police officer? ”

Kazuko Sato hesitated for a moment before saying, "Indeed." ”

The strange words and words sitting opposite each other were all normal greetings, which made me feel very uncomfortable. Kazuko Sato's heart gradually became vigilant, it was generally good to be able to recognize Yu Tang Ze, his appearance rate was not, where did he know himself?

Kazuko Sato lowered her right hand and quietly clenched the baton hidden in the gap.

Matsuda Jinpei continued, "I saw you at the scene of the case. You are a quiet, patient, capable and responsible good policeman, and in time, you will definitely get ahead. ”

Kazuko Sato was stunned for a moment.

When he changed his appearance, Yuke Karasawa softened his facial features, and Matsuda Jinpei, who should have been quite aggressive, became easy-going and ordinary. Kazuko Sato tried her best to make out the face behind the sunglasses, but he was too much like an office worker everywhere, and he could easily disappear into the sea in a flash.

Sato really couldn't recall this face, so he had to politely say, "Thank you." ”

"Thank you for your seat, too," Matsuda Jinhei said, "and let's go." ”

*

The evacuation of the passengers was like the ebb of the waves, and the carriage was soon empty.

Tang Zeyu pushed the door and entered.

The world is immersed in the chaos of chaos, and it is incredible to have a quiet space on its own at this time.

Since boarding the Loop, everything has been accelerating, and the train has to not only fight against the chaos of disorder, the bomb that may detonate at any time, the bomber with evil eyes, but also the passengers with their own thoughts.

One of the three troublesome choices, the unknown Matsuda Jinpei, and the tricky Falling Valley Zero.

- Before entering the carriage, he was pulled by Amuro, a Japanese police officer hidden under a heavy mask, and finally revealed a little bit of his true emotions.

Tang Zeyu looked down at his wrist, which was being firmly grasped by him, and the warm and familiar palm felt like time retrograde.

Everything is like a repetition of the scene of the convenience store warehouse, and Hiroshi Karasawa said, "You ......"

"It's a bomber's trap, don't go in," Amuro cut him off bluntly, "There's a Metropolitan Police Department and police outside, and the police all over Tokyo are on the ring, why do you have to do what the bomber says?" ”

His expression seemed to be a glare. This perennial sunny and smiling private detective can "show" his ruthless and cold face, but when he is angry, even his eyebrows are upside down, which makes his dark-skinned face suddenly vivid.

His expression seemed so real, at that moment he was not Bourbon or Amuro, but a bit like a valley zero.

So Tang Zeyu sighed.

"But it's not a question of whether the Metropolitan Police Department can catch the bomber, it's a choice."

"Changing places," he said mildly, "if it's you in this position, what do you do?" ”

Amuro was silent, and his gray-blue eyes showed a very complicated expression. Tang Zeyu followed up and asked: "-You do the same, don't you?" ”

His tone doesn't seem to be asking Amuro to empathize, but rather to ask about a deeper attitude through the identity of a private detective, about beliefs and positions. Toru Amuro's teeth clenched in an instant, so Yu Karasawa pulled his hand away.

He didn't use much avenue, but Falling Valley Zero was like an electric shock, suddenly lost his breath, and with a light touch, he fell into the air.

The connecting door cut off the view behind him, and he was finally the only one left in the carriage

Finish.

In the hurried afternoon, it was the first time that Tang Zeyu had seen the sunshine so well. The brilliant golden "color" was sprinkled all over the sky.

The billboard outside the window reflects the dazzling light, and the entire steel forest, the edge of the building flows with melted gold.

The order has been passed down, and the train stops at Minami Kakudo Bridge Station on the next lap.

The script of dying, the moment of the end is long and quiet, and the time is dragged on for a long time.

Enclosed space, bomb and alone one.

Karasawa Yu thought of Matsuda Jinpei on the Ferris wheel, and unlike then, he still had forty minutes.

He somewhat understood Matsuda Jinhei's mood, and at that moment, Yu Karasawa suddenly wanted to smoke a cigarette.

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He took two steps forward, found a place in the sunlight and sat down, and then saw the cigarette case on the table. In the bathroom of the train, Matsuda Jinpei took out the cigarette case he put down from his arms, and Yuichi Karasawa raised his eyebrows.

He took a cigarette out of it, clipped it to his fingertips, and didn't light it.

Radiation

Around his body, Tang Zeyu closed his eyes and touched his fingers.

Teiji Moriya, this bomber naturally has Conan outside to solve...... When he's busy with a case, I can think quietly and alone.

- I created forty minutes for myself,

Tang Zeyu opened his eyes, as if he was silently staring at the soul in the void.

What do I want to do? What do I want to tell myself?

What was Matsuda thinking during those long and short three minutes?

*

The last bit of heat radiated from the falling sun, and the shadows slipped away from the soles of the feet, growing longer and longer as time passed, and the office workers in suits and leather shoes waited for the bus on the side of the road.

On an ordinary afternoon at Minami Cupdo Station, on a bench by the square, a homeless old monk sat in place, wearing a heavy black coat that made him look like a small black tent.

"See?" Okiya lowered his voice, "That's Teiji Moriya." ”

Conan nodded.

He hid in the green belt on the side, quietly observing through the shade of the bushes.

Conan's body made it easy for him to do this, but Okiya seemed a little twisted, and his body was close to 1.9 meters, so he had to half-kneel on the ground.

This bizarre combination did not attract the sideways glances of passers-by, and before they knew it, the plainclothes SWAT officers had replaced the others around them.

Teiji Moriya's cross-dressing is not complicated, except for the sloppy black coat, the only thing that is added to his face is a big beard, and the shape of that beard is also symmetrical.

"He didn't have the idea of showing up," Conan said, "and the threats from the Tokyo Bay Apartment were ineffective." ”

The moment he saw the email, the showroom of Teiji Moriya Manor flashed back to Conan's eyes. He pulled back the crimson velvet curtain and quickly locked onto the position of the piece.

The image of the Tokyo Bay Apartment, also hidden inside the curtain, is the work that Teiji Moriya planned to blow up.

Thinking of Scotland, a shadow flew through Conan's heart for an instant.

From anonymous text messages to Makoto Kusakabe, strange replies to anonymous forums, to personal emails to major media outlets - he has a feeling that this thing hidden in the dark is stepping from behind the scenes to the front of the stage; He had a plan and a goal, and little by little, he "exposed" his huge body hidden in the shadows.

- The preying python also slowly moves to the side of the prey.

And Scotland, what is his appeal?

What impact will he have if he makes this code name public in front of the media?

Conan's lenses flashed with cold light, sensing his thoughts, and Okiya whispered, "The technician is tracing the source." ”

Unlike anonymous forums, the mailbox where the media receives emails is operated by a legitimate company and can be traced back to the address on the server. At the same time that the special police control Teiji Moriya, the cyber police are also in full swing.

"The FBI is definitely paying attention to that. If there is no result on the Japanese side, you can go back and ask James. ”

"I texted him." Conan said.

The most important thing at the moment is to arrest Emperor Moriya. As long as he is locked at Minami Cupdo Station, with his clumsy disguise, it will be easy to find him. This is not an obstacle that everyone is currently facing, the real difficulty comes from the remote control held in the second hand of Emperor Moriya.

Once the robber who is held hostage is killed, the spasm of his fingers before death is likely to cause the gun to misfire and the hostage will die. The button of the remote control is like a pistol trigger, and the quality engraved in the second hand of Emperor Moriya is a whole Dongdu loop.

The Metropolitan Police Department had to act cautiously, and once the bomb was detonated early, it could not afford to bear the consequences.

The plainclothes SWAT could only mingle among the passengers coming and going in the square, and little by little approached Teiji Moriya. It's like primeval hunting giant beasts in the forest, the prey doesn't notice anything, and the hunt has opened the huge net, and the mesh is tightening little by little, and the last blow will kill.

At this moment, Teiji Moriya suddenly moved!

All the hearts hung to his throat in an instant, and Teiji Moriya just arrived at the movement of the motorcycle engine in the distance, and the commuters who were waiting for the car finally stopped a vehicle at the intersection.

Teiji Moriya glanced up over there, and the folds of his coat changed shape a few times, but finally did not move. He drooped his eyelids again, unable to tell whether he was closing his eyes or simply squinting.

There is such an "interlude" that the plainclothes act more cautiously. There was no change in Emperor Moritani, and the distance between the two became shorter and shorter, 1.5 meters, 1 meter, and 0.8 meters......

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The sound of the engine came from far and near, and the motorcycle rolling across the road was like a small hurricane, and a huge sense of crisis and trembling swept through Conan's mind in an instant.

His pupils shrank, and he raised his wrist to shoot out according to his instincts, and the anesthetic needle broke through the air, instantly piercing the back of Emperor Moriya's neck. At the same time, the office worker in the back seat suddenly opened the briefcase, which was not a document of information, but a pitch-black hand丨 gun!

Bang, bang, bang!

The muzzle of the office worker's gun was aimed at the center of Emperor Moriya's eyebrows, and in the three deafening gunshots, Conan's anesthetic needle worked just right. Teiji Moriya slowly slanted down, and three bullets flew almost against his scalp!

At the same time as the anesthetic needle "shot", Okiya strode towards the SWAT, the plainclothes could not react, and the gun in the back was snatched by him. The sudden extinguishing made everyone stunned for a moment, only Okiya Pleiades held the gun in one hand and pulled the trigger suddenly! The bullet emitted white smoke and "shot" into the asphalt road of the front wheel of the motorcycle, and the rider in front of him slammed it to avoid the fate of a puncture.

And his action of dodging bullets also made the back seat lose balance, and after releasing three shots, the office worker deflected the muzzle of the gun, and lost the best time to aim.

- The sound of gunfire continued, and the rumbling motorcycles drove the office workers away, leaving the stagnant police cars far behind.

Okiya raised his hand and handed back the pistol, and the plainclothes next to him were straight-eyed, and he took it back to his belt in a daze.

"—ten minutes." He raised his hand and looked at his watch, "How's the evacuation from the Tokyo Bay Apartment?" ”

Now is not the time to find out who grabbed the gun and who fired, without Okiya and Conan, Teiji Moriya might have been a corpse by now.

"All the officers have been evacuated," said the Twilight Police Department, who came in a hurry, "Teiji Moriya has been arrested, so there shouldn't be an explosion there, right?" ”

His words succeeded in drawing everyone's attention to the Tokyo Bay Apartment.

The building is not far from Minami Kakudo Station, and beyond the treetops on the side of the road, you can see the white light reflecting off the corners of the eaves. In the midst of all the gazes, the linear reflection suddenly began to expand and expand rapidly, and the sound of the explosion was like thunder on the ground, and it reached everyone's ears half a second later!

The shock wave swept by in an instant, and Conan raised his arm to block it, and was blown back a few steps in a row. Behind him, the hem of Okiya's trench coat fluttered, and his lips tightened as he pushed his glasses with his index finger.

Obviously, Teiji Moriya has been arrested, why did the Tokyo Bay apartment still explode?

Conan, who came to his senses, turned on his phone as soon as possible, and Scotland's second anonymous letter had arrived.

[Emperor Moriya II respectfully

Since you subjectively do not want to remove your disguise, the police dispatch does not count. The Tokyo Bay apartment has exploded, the second target, Lord Santa Maria

Church.

Seven years ago, the Twin Towers billion-dollar extortion case, please tell the public in person. The reporter was on his way to the Minami Cuphu station, and from the time when the letter was made public by the media, the evacuation time reserved for this time was 15 minutes.

Break a leg.

send

scotbsp; wiskey】

*

"Tokyo Bay Apartment has exploded! Is Teiji Moriya, who claims in the open letter, the murderer who hijacked the ring line? What does he have to do with the Twin Towers bombing? ”

In the billowing smoke, the cameraman focused on the Tokyo Bay Apartment, the top of which had been blown out of a gap, and the burning flames had smoked the section into a gray-black "color". The male reporter held the microphone and shouted hoarsely: "——Our reporter will continue to follow up for you!" ”

The photographer gestured to show that the frame had switched back to the anchor room. The male reporter finally took a breath, took the mineral water on the side, and put a bottle of it down.

"It's not easy for social animals to work overtime...... he muttered distractedly.

The aerial vision is extremely vast, and the city is endless, and the male reporter suddenly catches another sound in the noise of the wings after drinking water.

He leaned over to the side of the plane, only to see a slightly lower degree, flying another helicopter at the same time.

In order to photograph the exploding Tokyo Bay apartment, he had gradually moved away from the loop train, where the helicopter was about to fly.

The male reporter said strangely: "In addition to me, the station has also issued a flight permit?" ”

The reporter only knows that the TV station he works for is unfathomable, so every time he reports on major news events, he is always on the front line.

The photographer on the opposite side said: "It seems to be a rescue plane from the Metropolitan Police Department, and there is a message from it, prohibiting any shooting, reporting and dissemination." ”

The male reporter happily compared an OK, and muttered to himself in his heart: Shouldn't the helicopter of the Metropolitan Police Department have a livery?

Then he thought about it: maybe it was to avoid the eyes and ears of the offender.

Just like banning the filming and dissemination of the media, this helicopter is also disguised as a member of the media that grabs the news.

The male reporter vaguely felt that he had "touched" the truth, and suddenly did not dare to look over there, for fear of adding trouble to the police's rescue. The photographer on the opposite side made a gesture, and the male reporter immediately pounced on the other side of the plane: "I'm rushing to the Cathedral of Santa Maria Maggiore......"

tbc.

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