Qishen fills the sky with boundless mana

My name is Saiki Kusuo, and I am a superhuman.

Followed the police | to the second floor, where the prisoner stayed just now.

Sure enough, a note was left on the window sill of the shop.

There is a text written on it.

"I'm a major league

MajorLeaguer

The playoff begins

The game will officially start at noon tomorrow

until three o'clock in the afternoon

Even if you find a good stopper

It's just wasted effort

I'll still be victorious

word to stop the game

Just come to me and wait until you cops come with bloody packs

My steel home plate is waiting for you"

It looked like a cipher.

No, it's just a password.

Yay, now even bombers want to do such fancy things?

I watched the expression of the policewoman who came up gradually become a little ferocious.

"It's him, he appeared again!"

The policewoman's heartbeat is not loud, but I can read very strong hatred.

"This time it will definitely not—!"

It seems that this is not the first time that person has appeared.

Her expression was a little dazed, and then she fell into a short memory...

Hey!

Don't insert memories for me without authorization, I don't want to know what happened in the past!

But my telepathy is not under my control and brought me into her memory together.

I am forced.

To put it simply, it was her former colleague who died in the line of duty in order to solve the bomb incident made by this prisoner.

In the three seconds before his death, the real explosion location was sent according to the prompt on the bomb, and a confession was also attached.

???

Is it really possible to type so many words with a hand speed of three seconds?

I deeply doubt it.

Forget it, the dead are the greatest.

But the time she remembered three years ago was already the second explosion.

The real first explosion came from seven years ago.

Seven years ago, a two-person criminal gang set up bombs in residential apartments and threatened the police with a ransom of [-] million yen.

One of the two bombs installed at that time was dismantled, but the other one could not be dealt with for a while because it was more complicated.

The two prisoners were also watching in the dark. If there was any movement to evacuate the residents, they would immediately detonate the bomb.

Finally, under the threat of residents' safety, the police had to agree to their request.

But later, one of the perpetrators happened to see the rebroadcast of "The bomb is counting down, and the safety of residents cannot be guaranteed" on TV. He thought that the official media was spreading false news, so he called the police station through a public phone booth. to ask.

The police naturally guessed that what he saw should be the rebroadcast content, but this is indeed a good opportunity to arrest him.

So I started mediating with him on the phone, and finally locked his position.

However, during the subsequent arrest process, the criminal was unfortunately hit and killed by a car because he crossed the road in a panic.

The other person was not caught because he was not in a public phone booth.

The problem is with this guy who blames the cops for his companion's death and everything that happened afterward.

Because of this, I hated the police, so there was a subsequent incident.

This story tells us how important it is to obey the traffic rules!

The road is irregular, and the relatives cry!

It seems a bit off topic.

Cough—pull back.

The brain circuit of the criminal is indeed very strange. I didn't keep up with the transfer of this hatred relationship for a while.

I even think that maybe this is him rationalizing his behavior in his own heart to alleviate his guilt.

Back to the present, I came up with me to confront the policewoman just now—the man in her memory called him Sato, so her surname should be Sato.

Officer Sato didn't immerse himself in the memory for a long time, and it seems that he is also a police officer with strong professionalism.

She was only in a trance for a few moments, and then rushed downstairs with the piece of paper with the weird content written on it.

Having this list basically means that there are other events, and it also means that there are other bombs.

This is more serious than this simple explosion.

Because according to the experience of the previous two times, the prisoner would install the bomb in a place with a lot of people.

The final choice is always on the police|police themselves and more people.

Tram problem.

One side is a friend and the other side is a responsibility.

Although I have not experienced it personally, it is not impossible to understand.

As I went downstairs, I took another look with my clairvoyance.

After going out through the back door, the prisoner was now mingling with the crowd outside, ready to leave.

Now it's too late for me to run out to find someone.

If I didn't need to get my socks and money back just now, I actually have a reason to go outside to find someone.

After all, I was the first-line witness to the situation just now.

It's just that his bombs have already been installed, and it is very difficult for me to find two bombs in all places in Tokyo.

Moreover, even if you want to try, you have to wait until night.

By the way, I also thought about the content on the paper.

As I mentioned before, even if I don't rely on telepathy, I am beyond most people in terms of IQ.

You can tell by looking at Kongsuke Saiki—although sometimes he is very reluctant to admit it, but he and I are indeed brothers, and we are actually relatively similar in terms of intelligence level.

What's more, he is actually not as good as me.

我和他有过无数的比赛，包括猜拳725场、文字接龙31场、将棋59场、国际象棋10场、电子游戏189场、双六8场、麻将4场等等。

These all add up to 4254 games of all kinds, and I have never lost.

These are not all due to superpowers, my own abilities are very strong.

It's just that since he gave up on himself and went to Cambridge to study for a doctorate, the interaction between me and him has become less, and we rarely compete.

Let me declare here that I have no interest in competing with him. He has never won because I don't want to see his smug face after winning.

That's right, it is definitely an existence that can be described as "face".

I shook his look out of my head and started thinking about the code.

In fact, it is not difficult.

In terms of simple reasoning ability, although I am not at the level of Edogawa Ranpo, at least I have the reasoning ability of Dazai Osamu.

I recalled all the content on that code, and then combined it with the reality of this world a little bit.

The conclusion came out quickly, and the next bombing point was actually Nanhuaihu Station.

Judging from Officer Sato's memories just now, the locations where the bombs were set up three years ago and seven years ago were "the Ferris wheel in the Kubado shopping mall" and "Mihua Central Hospital". There is only one point of intersection - Nanhuai Puhu Station.

That is to say, it has the same pronunciation as "extended race" and "extended line".

In addition, because the station is not far from the general car road, there will naturally be railway railings—also known as "stoppers" (stoppers), which fall down when trains pass by to prevent vehicles and pedestrians from passing. The "stopper" in the code.

"Steel home plate" actually refers to "iron box"-that is, the meaning of tram.

According to this logic, the "blood-stained bag" should be an up train with a red body.

All the content is right, it should be right there.

I took a look at Conan Edogawa next to him, and he has already deduced this part.

It's just that this time he seems to be inconvenient to reason.

Because Mori Kogoro went to see Mori Ran off.

Because Mao Lilan was going to take the national mock exam tomorrow, she made an appointment with her friend, Sonoko Suzuki, to live in the school dormitory together today, so that she could concentrate more.

Conan Edogawa was also temporarily entrusted to me.

Although Mao Lilan still seemed very worried, she was able to put Conan here temporarily because Officer Megure was also there, and Officer Takagi also promised to help send him to Dr. Ali in a while.

In such a comparison, Mori Kogoro looks like he has no worries about Edogawa Conan at all.

I said, he has too much confidence in Edogawa Conan.

Or—Conan has done a lot of things like this, and then, he got used to it?

It's really possible.

By the way, although my reasoning is over, I don't intend to say it myself.

very troublesome.

Moreover, since Edogawa Conan has already figured it out, he can naturally rely on his clumsy acting skills as before—but it is his unsuspecting acting skills to express the result of the reasoning.

I have confidence in him, after all, he is also the pillar of the world.

"call out--"

Sounds like something?

And there seems to be a sense of déjà vu.

Such a subtle sound, most people should not find it...

and many more!

I seem to remember what that sound is!

As soon as I turned my head, I found that the sight of Edogawa Conan's watch was facing me.

Then he looked at me in shock.

……Hey.

You didn't just use that needle to prick me, did you?

Your little anesthesia needle can't penetrate my skin at all!

I looked down.

The anesthetic needle really fell to the ground.

...Because the force just now was too small, my skin didn't even feel anything.

But this is obviously not the skin hardness that normal people should have.

With so many people watching, I can't take out the amnestic anymore.

Edogawa Conan took a step back as if sensing some danger.

...Shouldn't this be my action?

It's what you did to me, not what I'm going to do to you, hey!

Yay, what should I do now?