My script must be HE

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The light from the flashlight illuminated the screen ahead, and the second hand moved with a click, and together with the faint red numbers on the screen, it silently counted the last minute.

"30, 29, 28..." The childish voice of the primary school student echoed in this narrow corner, and it was a little noisy for some reason.

During the countdown interval, the sound of breathing could not even be heard in the dark elevator room.

"10, 9, 8..."

Finally, the time came to the last five seconds.

The red numbers on the LCD screen counted down, and two seconds later a line of letters appeared above the numbers.

"O, H, C..."

Conan read the last clue.

The red letters appeared one after another, while the time decreased second by second.

"E, K..."

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"Ke Shi Cho..."

In the next second, tongues of flame surged up from the elevator with a huge explosion, drowning Conan's last words.

"The Metropolitan Police Department?!"

...

"The bomb exploded! But the two boys didn't show up—" The reporter expressed her excitement in a loud and shrill voice. Behind her was the Tokyo Tower after the bomb detonated.

Thick black smoke spread from below, spreading upward with today's cool wind.Black smoke enveloped the vertical bracket in the middle of Tokyo Tower. After the loud noise, the glass of the large observatory shattered together, shot out and fell, deeply inserted into the ground below.

"The police didn't save them—"

The red steel bar broke from the upper bracket and fell like a slow motion.The elevator room trapped in it was also accompanied by this fracture, falling from a high place.

Finally, the policeman who stayed here raised his head, drawing this scene deeply into his pupils.

The bomber who had gone away was holding binoculars, admiring the black 'fireworks' in the distance.

The smile widened with the reporter's voice, and he began to whisper: "Yes, that's it, it's all the police's fault..."

Immediately afterwards, his expression froze.

The voices of the reporters at the scene continued, and the reporters shouted in surprise what could be called a 'miracle'.

"Oh my God! Are they the two trapped boys?! They survived!" the voice came from the radio in the car, "and they were unscathed!"

"They were obviously still next to the bomb three seconds before the countdown!" The bomber lost his voice in shock.

"what is the problem!"

...

The two boys who "luckily survived" were surrounded by police and reporters as soon as they appeared. Fortunately, Toru Amuro ordered them to escape quickly with the help of the police.

With the latest news, they are going to the Armed Detective Agency to find Toru Amuro.

"Fortunately, I wore a pinhole camera for real-time monitoring, otherwise I would really be trapped inside and wait for the countdown." Conan got into the police car, and then moved inside to make room for Atsushi Nakajima.

Nakajima Atsushi bent down and sat in, closing the door behind him.

Atsushi Nakajima felt sorry for Conan's 'lost' cell phone: "Not only the camera, but also the cell phone was blown up..."

When Conan jumped on top of the elevator, he handed the phone to Atsushi Nakajima, in which he wrote his plan in detail.

Atsushi Nakajima cooperated with Conan to leave a watch flashlight that could shine on the LCD screen of the bomb, fixed the pinhole camera with tape, and left the mobile phone that was talking to fake their voices talking on the spot.Then Nakajima Atsushi climbed up to the nearest elevator door with Conan on his back with light steps, opened the gap and came out directly.

"After all, that clue is really important, it's okay." Conan himself, whose property was damaged, didn't feel distressed.

The clue in the morning coincided with the Tokyo Tower mentioned by Osamu Dazai in his repeated reasoning, but there was no clue about the next bomb.And the clues given by the bomber on the bomb were too ambiguous, and Conan couldn't find the point for a while.Finding a second bomb that doesn't know where it is without knowing anything is simply impossible.

Therefore, they must get the clues of the last three seconds.

The scenery outside the window was constantly changing, and the smoke from the explosion was thrown behind them.

"Contradictions, opposites, so what exploded at night is the Metropolitan Police Department representing day and justice?" Conan held his chin, and his tone gradually became serious, "But how do the criminals want to get in? There are all police officers there!"

Recalling the magnificent building of the Metropolitan Police Department and the strong men in suits inside the building, Conan was very puzzled.

Isn't this as outrageous as a pickpocket stealing from a policeman!

'No way, let's inform Mr. Amuro first. ' Conan turned his head and looked out the window.

...

Police cars blocked the street from front to back, and after confirming that it was completely blocked, Amuro drove his Mazda and parked directly at the door of the detective agency.

The sound of the police siren was already very soft when it reached here. Looking at the office where he had gone to work many times in a row, Toru Amuro lowered his brows, then stretched them out, putting on a mask of a smile.

Osamu Dazai really, expected it?

With such doubts, he pushed open the frosted glass door.

"Good afternoon." He smiled and stepped into the Armed Detective Agency.

A gust of breeze flowed into the room following his movements, gently blowing the wind chimes to produce a crisp sound of jingling.

Standing at the front desk was Ryunosuke Akutagawa, who stared at the door expressionlessly, and happened to meet Toru Amuro who had just entered.

It seems that he has not recovered from the fact that he lost the turtle, and the air pressure in his body is extremely low.

Seeing Toru Amuro coming in, Akutagawa nodded, and replied politely but indifferently: "Good afternoon."

Although he is not very good.

And Toru Amuro looked over Akutagawa to the closed door of the staff office behind him.

"Is anyone here today?" Amuro pointed to the closed door.

"If you say client, there is one." Akutagawa glanced at the staff office.

"Client?" Toru Amuro said as he approached the door.

Akutagawa looked at the table in front of him, his tone was not enthusiastic, but simply narrated the facts: "Yes."

"Because I didn't want to talk outside where people come and go, Jinghua took him in."

He is not a member of the Armed Student Union, and it is Mr. Dazai's arrangement to live here.He has absolutely no interest in the business of the Armed Detective Agency, unless Mr. Dazai calls him by name.

The mahogany door of the staff office gradually enlarged in front of his eyes, and Toru Amuro recalled the sound he had just heard.

Very crisp wind chime, he seemed to have heard it before.

"That's right." Toru Amuro said, putting his hand on the doorknob, "It just so happens that I have something to ask Senior Kyoka."

With a slight force on the wrist, the door was opened in front of him, revealing the scene inside.

Hui Yuanai asked for leave today, and there are only a few permanent members in the Armed Detective Agency.Nakajima Atsushi went out, Akutagawa was in front, and there was no one else here except the 'client' and Izumi Kyoka.

Amuro Toru saw the 'client' at first sight.

A man with dark hair turned his back to the door, and opposite him was Izumi Kyoka who was writing something.

The man was wearing a black cloak. From the back view, he was tall, but he also had a feeling of malnutrition and thinness.The cloak fits tightly on the back, and it seems that the raised spine of his back can be seen.

At the same time, Toru Amuro saw three strange protrusions from the man's back waist, which didn't look like bones, but boxes, the kind the size of a palm.Several corners protrude, giving the cloak an angular shape.

The moment Toru Amuro opened the door, the 14-year-old purple-haired girl raised her head very quickly and asked, "What's the matter?"

It can be seen that she is recording what the 'client' said.

Immediately afterwards, the black-haired man opposite her also reacted.He paused for a moment, then slowly turned his head.The expression on that face gradually distorted as the neck turned, and finally pulled out a weird smile.

And behind him, the junior high school girl seemed unaware, with the same expressionless expression on her face as usual.

This scene fell in Amuro Toru's eyes, and he suddenly had an extremely ominous premonition.He suddenly pushed open the entire door of the employee's office with force, and at the same time shouted: "Jinghua stay away from him——!!!"

The dark-haired man showed drooping corners of his eyes, deep-set eye sockets, messy and untrimmed forehead hair, and a face full of stubble. This is a permanent appearance on wanted notices.

He is a serial murderer with up to five crimes!

'Why do you see this wanted man here? ! Toru Amuro took a big stride and wanted to run over to restrain this ferocious murderer.

Almost instantly, as the man turned around, he lifted his cloak.

Under the black cloak is a crumpled shirt, while the black belt on the white shirt is tied with three ring bombs.The bombs were neatly arranged on his upper body, and the man seemed to be enjoying something, with an extremely happy expression on his face.

At the same time, he lightly clenched his fist and pressed the button hidden in his palm.

"GAME has to be played step by step."

who is talking?

The devil's voice seemed to pass through the space and enter the ears, and with this sentence, the flames spread in vain.

This is a game of life and death.

"Yasha Shirayuki!"

The blue aperture was inconspicuous in the white light covering the entire field of vision, and a huge blue figure gradually appeared in the bursting text.

The girl's voice was somewhat indistinct amidst the explosion, but it was heard clearly in Toru Amuro's ears.

He stared wide-eyed, was hugged by the blue figure, and moved forward at a high speed.

"Protect Toru Amuro!"

The last thing he saw was the red light glowing from Akutagawa Ryunosuke's body at the front desk, and the black cloth that seemed extraordinarily thin in front of the flames.

...

"May the fire wash away your sins."

Fyodor lowered his eyebrows, and the purple pupils under the eyelashes looked at the calm water.There was neither sadness nor joy on that face, as if it was just a sigh from the heart.

After a long time, he put down the teacup on the table, and sat in a different posture, with a somewhat relaxed posture.

After a night of rain, today's sky is a dazzling sky blue.The white clouds are like a few strokes of a calligraphy master, arranging traces of white in the blue.

On the well-lit seat, the devil closed his eyes, lightly sniffed the fragrance of the tea in the cup, tilted his ears as if enjoying himself, and his black hair fell down naturally.

"Ah, that's right." As if he suddenly remembered, he turned his head, his purple pupils turned in one direction, and there was a polite smile on his face.

"The tea is delicious."