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The scenery outside the car window gradually turned into a familiar street. Atsushi Nakajima turned his head, and he saw thick black smoke in his purple and gold pupils.

That is, the location of the detective agency.

"How come—" Conan leaned on the car window, his face under the glasses was full of surprise.

The strong wind hit his face with the smell of gunpowder smoke, and the pungent smell from the tip of his nose lingered for a long time.

The small two-story house was surrounded by raging fire, and the ashes from the burning were floating in the air. The police car finally arrived at the destination. The moment the door opened, Atsushi Nakajima staggered for a moment, found his balance in a panic, and trotted out.

The blue Yaksha Baixue had long since dissipated in the air, and the public security policemen turned their backs to them, staring at the fire in front of them in a daze.

"Kyoka-chan!" Atsushi Nakajima asked the only adult present, "Where's Kyoka-chan?!"

After regaining consciousness in the voice of the white tiger boy, Toru Amuro lowered his head, his tone was too light to be heard.

"Without the help of an armed detective agency..."

As the leader expected, the 'rats of the dead house' attacked the members of the detective agency.

Unexpected development, but reasonable.Toru Amuro thought of the steps he had taken before.

If he hadn't come to the armed detective agency to block people with the address found by the police, wouldn't it have exploded?

Or maybe when he connected the phone, it had already foreshadowed that things would eventually develop into the current situation?

The heat of the flames seemed to be roasting their cheeks, and the gray-haired boy's cries were especially clear in the burning voice.

In the next second, a slightly hoarse voice came from the burning building.

"It's so noisy, Renhu."

In the orange flames, a black figure appeared behind the flames.The red light wrapped the black cloth strips, interweaving into a ball-shaped black one-man tall thing.

Realizing what it was, Toru Amuro immediately took out the walkie-talkie and ordered: "You guys leave first."

He directed the nearby police to evacuate first, during which the black ball stood quietly in the fire without moving.

Everyone present knows that now is not the time to expose the existence of superhuman abilities.

With the withdrawal of the last policeman, the black ball slowly left the fire scene.The words appeared in the red light circle, and the long black cloth strips all over the sky faded away one by one, finally revealing two people among them.

Akutagawa held the fainted Izumi Kyoka, lowering his eyes so he couldn't see his expression clearly.With Quan Jinghua in his hand facing away from them, he didn't know the extent of the injury.

There were burn marks on the kimono, Nakajima Atsushi just wanted to breathe a sigh of relief, and then lifted it up again.

"Kyoka-chan!" Atsushi Nakajima asked anxiously, "How's Kyoka-chan?!"

Akutagawa coughed violently because he choked on thick smoke in the fire.

After a long time, he recovered, and his gray pupils showed a fierce light, with strong unwillingness.

"...I will take her to the hospital," he said, "the hospital in Yokohama."

Withdrawing from Tokyo now is a voluntary abstention. Conan and Toru Amuro thought of this aspect at the same time.

Osamu Dazai, who is a brain power in Yokohama, will not take the initiative to come to Tokyo, and Chuya Nakahara will personally protect Osamu Dazai and will not leave.Both Akutagawa and Izumi Kyoka, who were originally members of the martial arts faction, can help them, and now there is only one Atsushi Nakajima left.

Their helpers also dropped from three to one.

"Yokohama...Did Mr. Dazai know this will happen?" Atsushi Nakajima couldn't help asking.

"Didn't Dazai-sensei foresee this situation?"

Because of Izumi Kyoka's injury, Atsushi Nakajima's tone gradually became agitated.

Dazai-sensei, who knows everything to him, really didn't know this would happen? !

"Shut up!" A red light appeared on Akutagawa's body, he was holding Izumi Jinghua with both hands, and the black beast suddenly rushed out from behind and wanted to bite the classmate in front of him.

The blue light flickered, and the white tiger's palm appeared instantly, blocking the black and red beast's head.

Gray pupils met purple-gold pupils, and the two stared at each other tightly without giving in.

They seem to be fighting again.

"Wait..." Conan didn't know how to stop him, but Toru Amuro turned his back silently.

His gaze dropped to the orange-red ground illuminated by the flames, and his own reflection facing away from the flames.

"No matter how smart he is, that man is not a god..."

In a corner where no one was looking, the screen of the mobile phone in the policeman's pocket shimmered, flickered and then went out.

In the end they didn't fight.

Akutagawa got in the car he had just driven from Hong Kong-Kuro, and raced against time to head to the hospital under the banner of Yokohama Ko-Kuro.The car exhaust sprayed Atsushi Nakajima all over, and the big white tiger hung its head, and the belt around its waist also hung down just like the owner's mood.

He looked at his toes and suddenly smiled sadly.

"Alone again."

Watching Akutagawa leave, Conan and Toru Amuro stood aside, not knowing what to say.

Finally, Conan lowered his voice.

"The prisoner's next target is the Metropolitan Police Department." He looked at the public security police next to him, "Let's check for the bomb first."

Toru Amuro turned his head to look at the short pupil with a surprised expression on his face.

"The Metropolitan Police Department?" He had no idea that the prisoner's next target would be there.

That's the headquarters of the police.

One of the targets of the bomb was the Metropolitan Police Department, which caused a huge discussion within the police.

Even if the crime rate in Tokyo is high, even if they often encounter strange cases, even if some criminals have outrageous motives.They have never encountered such a situation where he said openly that he was going to plant a bomb in the Metropolitan Police Department, and played bomb hide-and-seek with hundreds of police officers in the entire Metropolitan Police Department.

At the same time, Toru Amuro also notified his superiors of the news, and personally led a team to search the situation inside the Metropolitan Police Department.

The light blond black-skinned man put on the policeman's black suit, and hurriedly walked through the police hall with a serious face.Check and monitor, every corner, and places that no one would notice.The amount of this project is not small.

Even if the 'Rat of the House of Death' is behind the scenes, if the criminals are really allowed to sneak into the police headquarters to plant bombs and detonate them, then their police faces will be as if they were stepped on by the criminals and crushed twice. Down.

The prisoner must not be allowed to succeed, this is the voice of everyone.

Fortunately, there was plenty of time, and Toru Amuro was ready for an overnight search after almost a day of searching.

Because it is inside the Metropolitan Police Department, it is difficult for Conan to intervene.He followed Atsushi Nakajima and participated in this matter as a special helper invited by Police Officer Megure.

Just now, news came from the police hospital that Officer Mu Mu was fine except for the bruises from jumping out of the car, a few burns involved, and a slight concussion caused by the explosion.

But because this matter is related to the prestige of the police, in fact Conan can only call some surveillance to see if there are any suspicious people mixed into the Metropolitan Police Department.The police gave him a USB drive with a copy of the surveillance and equipped him and Atsushi Nakajima with computers.

In the activity room where there were no people, Conan stared intently at the surveillance video, whether he clicked the mouse in his hand to zoom in and check the details.

But the gray-haired boy seemed to have not recovered from his depressed mood for a long time. Occasionally, when Conan turned his head, he would see that he seemed to be in a daze, and he didn't know what he was thinking.

Going on like this is not an option, Conan pushed away the chair and jumped down, ran to the water dispenser to get a glass of water for Atsushi Nakajima, and gave it to him: "Dunny sauce, drink some water."

A water glass was stuffed into his hand, Atsushi Nakajima seemed to have recovered from his fugue, and forced a smile to thank him: "Thank you, Conan-kun."

He moved his eyes down, stared at the water, curled his fingers subconsciously, hesitated, and said his thoughts softly: "I don't have the brains of Teacher Ranpo and the others, so I may not be able to help you much."

"If Jing Huajiang is here, it will definitely be more useful than me." He lowered his head, and tightened his hand holding the water glass, "I'm sorry, it would have been nice if Jinghua Jiang had won at that time."

If Jing Hua Jiang won the game by herself instead of helping him when he was drawing the turtle, then it would be Jing Hua Jiang who went out, and she would not be injured.

His head was getting lower and lower, and there seemed to be water dripping on the back of his hands.

"If it's Jinghuajiang..."

Conan pursed his lips, hesitated for a moment, and opened his mouth, as if he wanted to say something.

Finally, he returned to his seat and continued to watch the surveillance.

He didn't say anything.

...

On the streets of Tokyo, ordinary office workers in suits and briefcases hurried onto a Honda on the side of the road.

He put the briefcase in the co-pilot, fastened his seat belt, and started off when the red light at the next intersection turned on.

The bell in the pocket suddenly rang, and the vehicle happened to be at an intersection, and the vehicle was forced to stop.He freed his hand to take out the phone, glanced at the name displayed on the screen of the phone from the corner of his eye, and then quickly clicked on the connection and the hands-free release button on the phone.

"Ango Sakaguchi," he said.

The green light came on, and at the same time the person on the other end clicked his tongue.

"Just to let you know, we will proceed to the next step tomorrow night." It was the voice of Chuya Zhongyuan.

The top cadre freed his hand to convey the leader's order.

The hand holding the steering wheel tightened suddenly, and Ango Sakaguchi lowered his eyes, with a sad arc on his mouth.

"Dazai-kun, don't you have anything to say to me?"

From the time he came to this world until now, he hasn't said a word to his former friend.Even if the leader is not Mori Ogai but Dazai Osamu, he was the last to know, and he learned from that Rum in his undercover black organization.

The voice on the other end of the phone fell silent.

The air fell into an embarrassing silence, and it seemed that only the gradual rapid breathing of the top cadre on the opposite side could be heard.

The Hong Kong-black leader's plan has reached the final stage, and those in authority have more or less realized it.

"Professor Glasses, you know what's going on with us." After a long time, Zhong Yuan's hoarse voice came out.

Realize what state they are in now.

"I'd rather he doesn't hang around in front of my eyes like he doesn't see you and Oda." Gritting his teeth, "I want to see how I'm fooled by him without knowing anything."

The elementary school students on the sidewalk raised their hands and walked in a row to pass by the car.

Ango Sakaguchi clenched the steering wheel under his palm, his thoughts flew away.

"...He is always right." The top cadre's voice lowered, "Professor Glasses, Osamu Dazai is always right."