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"Things that have been lost are the past after all, and even if they are regained, they are just illusions."

Under the desk lamp, white paper was spread all over the table, and black pen characters lay quietly on it, with many names written on it flying and dancing.

Shinichi Kudo, Ran Mori, Sonoko Suzuki...

...Atsushi Nakajima, Ryunosuke Akutagawa, Kyoka Izumi....

Suddenly stretched out a pale hand wrapped in bandages from the darkness, stretched out five fingers, and pressed down three of them.

The handwriting on the paper emerged from between the fingers, like fragments after being torn apart, unable to piece together a complete name.

"Even so, I want to close my eyes a little bit and immerse myself in it."

...

The sound of the siren under the Tokyo Tower seems to be unable to reach the tower, and the cool wind pours in from the damaged part blasted by the bomb at the large observatory, and the man with light blond hair and dark skin standing at the wind vent remains motionless, like a statue .

After a long silence, he opened his mouth.

"The reason? How do I know if you're lying to me?" Amuro Toru's mouth was tightened into a straight line.

It seems that there was some accident, and the devil asked slowly: "Dazai-kun didn't tell you about the requirements for using the 'book'."

Except for the fact that the "book" can change the world, Osamu Dazai did not inform him of any other detailed requirements.

"Of course, this is not something worth hiding." The devil expressed his sincerity, "As long as you want to write down your wish in the 'book', the 'book' can realize it."

"It's not difficult."

"That's really a universal wishing machine." Amuro stuck his head out from the broken part, his blue eyes saw the bustling crowd below, the parked police cars, and the yellow cordon around the building, " But resurrection, can it be so easy to pull the dead from the other side back to the world of the living? Is the person resurrected by the 'book' a person who existed in the past, or a walking dead with the same face?"

He seemed to be really thinking about this kind of thing.

"Thought, memory, body, these are exactly the same as the person in your memory." The devil said, "Of course he is your friend."

Even that person couldn't tell the difference.

Suddenly, the phone in his pocket vibrated.

Toru Amuro looked down at his feet, pulled out his phone, and a new email appeared on the top, which was particularly conspicuous in the empty mailbox.

Toru Amuro memorized the string of numbers on the screen. He took a deep breath and said coldly but firmly, "I refuse."

Those blue eyes looked at the new mail.

{Mr. Jiang Gu!Tracked down to the location of the letter! }

He just blindly typed a text message asking Kazami Yuya to find out the current location of the "Rat of the Dead House" who was talking to him at this time, and this time Kazami Yuya did not lose the link.

He closed his eyes, seeming to recall his reckless friends.

Flower-flower-gong-zi Ogiwara, Matsuda who always wears sunglasses to play cool, Datehang with a toothpick in his mouth, and his young tame Ran Jingguang.

At the same time, there are also descriptions of the two bombings reported in newspapers, and black and white photos of the sacrificed policemen hung up on the police internal network.

Sorry, Matsuda.

The 'Rat of the Dead House' is far more threatening to society than the bomber, so he should go and catch the 'Rat of the Dead House' first.

Amuro turned around and ran towards the emergency evacuation route.

"It's a pity." The devil on the other end of the phone smiled, as if he knew the result a long time ago.

And he is looking forward to the next play.

"wish you success."

A very light sentence, after which the phone was hung up, and there was a beeping busy tone.

"Block that street!" Toru Amuro quickly called Yuya Kazami as he went downstairs.

He wants to solve this matter as soon as possible, and then come back and catch that nasty bomber!

This time, he must not let him escape!

He glanced at the email on the other phone again, and his eyes slid to the location detected by the police.

{The current location of 'Dead House Mouse' is Armed Detective Agency, No. 2-11, Shiba Park [-]-chome, Minato-ku, Tokyo! }

'It's actually an armed detective agency? ! 'His eyes darkened slightly.

Is this why Osamu Dazai asked only one of the three students to come?

...

"Dun! Are you okay?!"

After the shaking ended, Conan hurriedly got up to check the situation of Atsushi Nakajima.

In order to protect the two, Atsushi Nakajima's limbs were turned into tiger paws.When Conan smeared his hands, his hands were fluffy.

"...This is?" Conan pinched the tiger's meat pad subconsciously, but Conan didn't realize it for a while.

'Where's the cushioning blanket? ' he wondered.

There was nothing in the elevator just now, where did this blanket come from?

Atsushi Nakajima hissed, straightened his back and sat up from the ground, leaning against the inner wall of the elevator.

"Arnold..." he said with some embarrassment, "That's my hand."

"Your hand?" Conan subconsciously squeezed it again.

The tiger's meat pads are soft and somewhat hard, warm, and the soft fur around it can be touched.

"Yes, my hand." Atsushi Nakajima nodded, not knowing if he was shy, and lowered his head.

In the darkness, Conan's expression turned from bewildered, seemingly enlightened, to shocked.

What is he doing? He is pinching someone's hand.

The air became awkward for a moment.

After a wild meal, the two of them figured out the status quo.

"Does that mean we are trapped here?" Atsushi Nakajima said.

Conan nodded, he signaled Atsushi Nakajima to lift him up, then lifted the lid of the elevator ceiling and climbed up.

Atsushi Nakajima looked up at the elevator above, paying particular attention to the distance from the nearest door to them.

Conan made a silent gesture, and then rummaged through it for a while.

"Dun, don't move around." He said seriously, "There is a bomb on it."

"Bomb?" Atsushi Nakajima looked down at the phone in his hand.

"Yes, mercury mercury column is tied. If you feel the vibration, it will explode immediately." Conan illuminated the bomb in front of him with the flashlight of his watch, and then took out scissors, tape, mobile phone, and a black object from his pocket, "It looks like You have to deactivate the bomb first."

He gently opened the cover of the bomb, and the scissors cut a few times in the air, making a crisp sound.

"Tun, contact Mr. Amuro about the situation here." He stared closely at the messy wires inside the bomb, "If you believe me, let me dismantle the bomb."

As he said that, he suddenly acted cute: "Although I'm only in the first grade of elementary school, I have seen bomb defuses on TV!"

After a while, Atsushi Nakajima's voice came from below: "Okay, I believe you."

Like a real elementary school student, Conan amplified his voice: "Thank you Dunny sauce! Then I'm going to start!"

After saying this, he stared at the bomb's LCD screen, but his hands didn't move.

"What color should I cut first? I really like red, why don't I cut red first?"

Like an innocent child who gets a fun toy.

Less than three seconds after this sentence was finished, a line of red words suddenly appeared on the countdown bomb.This line of words seems to be in a hurry with the god of death, for fear that it will not appear before the god of death swings the sickle.

The bomber who didn't know where he was was also frightened by the "bravery" of this elementary school student.

If these two people died because of the elementary school student's scissors, then all his careful arrangements would be lost.

'really. Conan raised his head and looked around, "Here is monitored by the bomber." '

You can't see anything clearly in the dark elevator room, only the place illuminated by the flashlight can be clearer.

He gestured to Atsubi Nakajima below, and then read the words on the screen word by word like a real elementary school student.

"The game has already started. We all have good helpers in this extended game. Night is the opposite of day. Evil and justice are opposed. The second bomb will explode at [-] o'clock tomorrow night. In order to reduce the difficulty of the game, Three seconds before this bomb goes off it will tell you where the next one will be. Good luck."

"It has nothing to do with the last puzzle." Conan took off his watch and flashlight, "We really need this clue."

"What to do, Don." He picked up the tape.

...

The man stands under the Tokyo Tower, among the crowd of onlookers.A primary school student's cute words came from the headset, and the man frowned, turned around and got into his car.

He turned on the radio in the car, and the female anchor was narrating what was currently happening in Tokyo Tower in an emotional tone.

"The police are still actively rescuing and trying to open the elevator door. Now it has been 5 minutes since the two underage boys were trapped in the elevator!"

Because the plan went wrong, the man turned off the radio and frowned.

"Why aren't the two inside the police?"

But thinking of the next plan, he stretched his brows again, and while listening to the two little devils talking boredly, he lit the ignition and drove away from Tokyo Tower.

The two underage brats were surprisingly strong, and after discussing for a while, they decided to give up dismantling the bomb.The bomber snorted disdainfully.

"If you really let that kid dismantle the bomb, you'd be really impatient."

The headset played the conversation in the elevator respectfully. The two trapped people seemed to have accepted the reality and began to chat about some school matters.

Bombed, the bomber turned off his earphones.

"After ten minutes, they will turn into fireworks."

...

The counting voices of elementary school students echoed in the elevator, as if Conan was bored waiting.

"Then let me say something interesting." Atsushi Nakajima said.

Conan became interested: "Can you tell me about Mr. Dazai?"

He was really curious about this man, and if he had the chance to know more about him, he would of course have to ask clearly.

"Of course, I like Mr. Dazai very much." Atsushi Nakajima said, as if he was recalling, his speech slowed down a bit, "Ms. Dazai took me out of the orphanage and sent me to school. There is no such thing as Mr. Dazai , I may still be living in the orphanage without bedding."

"Akutagawa was also taken away by Mr. Dazai, why didn't you go to the PM company?" Hearing this, Conan asked.

Atsushi Nakajima paused for a while: "It seems that Mr. Fukuzawa talked with Mr. Mori. They think I should go to the armed student union."

"I heard Luanbu teacher mention it, it seems to say something like 'key', 'direction sign' or something. Although I don't understand it very well, it should mean that I am very important." He was a little embarrassed, "It's the first time There’s that feeling of being needed.”

"So I really like everyone in the student union," he concluded.

Time passed quickly during the conversation, and the pointer on the flashlight watch gradually turned to the last minute.

"It's about time, are you ready, Don." Conan said.

"Ready." Atsushi Nakajima.

The second hand starts from the first frame next to the number 12 and slowly moves clockwise.