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The lights of the Metropolitan Police Department were on all night, but time passed as usual, and their searches turned up nothing.

Conan, who couldn't get through the whole night, fell asleep lying on the table. Atsushi Nakajima took off his coat and gently covered the elementary school student.

The water that Conan poured for him yesterday had cooled down. At this moment, he gently pushed away the chair and went to the tea room.

The sun had already risen outside the window, and a few crisp birdsong sounded outside the window of the tea room, bringing life to the cold room.As the sun shone into the room, the blond public security policeman held a cup of steaming coffee in his hand, leaned against the bed, and looked out the window.

Atsushi Nakajima followed his gaze and saw a private car passing by the window and entering the underground parking lot.

Sensing someone coming in, Toru Amuro looked back and said good morning.

Atsushi Nakajima bowed his head and responded politely: "Good morning."

"I remember you and Conan were screening past surveillance videos." Amuro glanced out of the window again from the corner of his eye. At this time, the owner of the vehicle that had just driven into the underground garage had come out the same way. He identified it. Prosecutor of the District Prosecutor's Office.

This time the incident was related to the deterrence of the police, so some local police also came to the headquarters to help with the search.

Atsushi Nakajima turned his gaze to the ground, and replied: "Yes. It's just that I didn't find anything abnormal all night, so I'm very sorry."

'He's still blaming himself for what happened yesterday. ' Amuro saw it at a glance.

His original intention was not to reprimand or anything. After all, the student himself was not a policeman, nor was he a subordinate. He just obeyed the teacher's arrangement to help them.

"The monitoring in the past is just insurance, and the prisoner may not necessarily appear in the monitoring." Toru Amuro said.

It's just that the police also found nothing. Seeing the heat rising in front of him, Amuro took a sip of hot coffee.

Atsushi Nakajima did not answer the call, and silently connected his mobile phone to the water dispenser to get a cup of hot water.

...

When Conan woke up, Atsushi Nakajima was back.Conan opened his sleepy eyes, rubbed them and put on his glasses.

"Good morning, Donnie-chan." He glanced at the time displayed on the computer in front of him, and his drowsiness faded instantly, "Is it already twelve o'clock!"

At this time, there were still six hours before the explosion time given by the prisoner.

"Mr. Amuro and the others seem to have gained nothing." Nakajima Atsushi looked worried, "I just saw that they will hold a meeting at twelve o'clock, and they may not even have time to eat."

As he said, Toru Amuro carried out various searches almost as if rushing the scene.It was just because of his status that it was inconvenient for him to show up in an open and aboveboard manner, so he didn't go to the conference room.

The time on the computer jumped to 59:[-], and the meeting on the other side was about to start.

When Kiyomaga Matsumoto, the manager of the first search section, entered the meeting room, he glanced over and saw that the policemen present were a little tired, but they were very energetic.

He glanced at the wall clock on the wall, and inserted the USB drive into the computer.

"I believe you all know the reason for calling everyone here this time." Time was running out, and he didn't intend to waste it.

"Here is all the information that can be collected about this bomber..."

The second hand pointed to twelve, and it was twelve o'clock.

Matsumoto Kiyonaga saw a ray of lightning from the corner of his eyes.

There was no time to react, and the moment he realized it, the computer in front of Kiyomaga Matsumoto suddenly exploded with huge sparks.

"boom!"

...

The first explosion seemed to be just a gentle warning. Only the carrier computer of the bomb was blown up, and the only injured person was Matsumoto, who was very close. No one else was injured except him.

But that's what makes it all the more ironic.

The bomber really blew up the things in the Metropolitan Police Department right under the nose of the police.

Conan, who heard the sound, squatted at the scene, frowning and looking at the debris on the ground.

The wreckage seemed to belong only to the computer itself, and fragments of the bomb could not be discerned at first glance.It is not a good thing for them if they cannot confirm the bomb model.

"Can you show me the monitoring?" Conan turned to ask Toru Amuro, who was talking to his subordinates at the door, and quickly got permission.

Conan and Atsushi Nakajima, who had already watched the surveillance all night, looked at the surveillance again. The first pass was over, and there was nothing to gain from it like last night.Conan frowned and asked the policeman next to him to play it a second time.

Before the meeting was announced, only the searched police went in to check the meeting room. Afterwards, the police department notified by Matsumoto police station went in one after another. If the criminals came in among them, it meant that the explosion was caused by the police. human hand.

It's really the worst possible scenario - the 'dead house rat' has reached into police territory.

Conan's eyes were fixed on the surveillance video, and his hands unconsciously groped for his chin.

"Wait, stop!" he suddenly called out.

Realizing that Conan had discovered something, Atsushi Nakajima left his seat and walked over.

"There is a problem with the light here." Conan pointed to the place where the corner light could be photographed.

Because the lights in this corridor are always on, the light outside the window is not obvious, and it is easy to ignore at first glance.

The video rewinds three seconds and plays again.Atsushi Nakajima also noticed something wrong there: "The color of the light suddenly changed."

It was like suddenly changing from early morning to noon.

"The monitoring has been changed." Conan said firmly.

It's just that it's troublesome, which means that they have no way to find out the prisoner's actions from the surveillance.

After receiving the news that the monitoring was tampered with, the police sent technicians to try to restore the monitoring, but Conan ran back to the scene of the first explosion without any other clues.

"Strange..." He always felt that there was something wrong with this scene, but he couldn't remember what was wrong with this scene.

"Is it because the scale of the explosion is too small? But it is because the scale of the explosion is small, and the bomb itself is small, so it can be loaded into the computer?" Conan thought.

The police's evidence collection was still going on, and Atsushi Nakajima came to him soon.

"In addition to the camera in front of the meeting room, the monitoring room, safe passage, cafeteria, bathroom, the office of the first and second criminal investigation division, and parts of the first floor, third floor, fourth floor, and fifth floor all have traces of tampering." Atsushi Nakajima Said, "We are still trying to recover, but it seems to be difficult."

"So many?" Conan was taken aback.

"Yes, because some places have no connection with each other at all, so Mr. Amuro and the others can't guess the prisoner's course of action for the time being." Atsushi Nakajima shook his head.

He's really useless at all.

Unaware of the depressed mood of the person in front of him again, Conan fell into his own thinking.

'Is there even a smoke-fog-bomb option for changing the monitor? At this moment, he deeply realized the meticulous arrangement of the "Rat of the Dead House", "In this case, it is completely impossible to determine how the prisoner entered the police station, how the bomb was installed, let alone who the prisoner was. '

Even though the incident had already happened, the investigation was deadlocked as before.

How did the criminal do it?

Outside the meeting room, the police came and went in a hurry, walking fast, and the entire Metropolitan Police Department entered a fast pace.

"I'm Makoto Kusakabe from the Ministry of Public Security." A policeman's voice came from outside the door, and the policeman was soon let in.

Hearing the word 'public security', Conan came back to his senses: "Did Mr. Amuro find anything?"

He didn't get a response.

He raised his head with some doubts, and looked at the 'police officer' who had just entered.Only then did he realize that the child was asking himself, and Makoto Kusakabe pointed at himself: "Little classmate, are you asking me?"

"Speaking of which, why are there elementary school students here?" The policeman had his usual back hair, but two strands of hair hung down on his right hand in disobedience.Because the person he was talking to was too short, he squatted down and talked to Conan: "I don't know Mr. Amuro."

Conan, who knew what he was talking about, rubbed the back of his head in a panic: "Really..."

He remembered that the 'Ministry of Public Security' actually didn't just refer to the department Toru Amuro belonged to.Toru Amuro belongs to the Public Security Department of the Metropolitan Police Department, and the Public Prosecutor's Office and the National Police Agency also have Public Security Departments.

This time it was purely an oolong, the only problem was that he accidentally exposed the name Toru Amuro was currently using.

'I hope it will not have any impact on Mr. Amuro's undercover career. ' Conan thought sincerely.

Although it feels like Toru Amuro has never avoided suspicion, it seems that he has come directly to the Metropolitan Police Department to lead the police in an aboveboard manner this time.

I'm not afraid at all.

The blond young man who was still in the monitoring room sneezed.

...

During the search, the time soon came to 03:30 in the afternoon. Conan, who hadn't eaten since waking up in the morning, couldn't bear it any longer. Atsushi Nakajima and Atsushi Nakajima went to tea and indirect hot water with a bucket of instant noodles.

"The smart water dispenser is so convenient." Atsushi Nakajima lifted the paper cover above the cup noodles and stirred the noodles with a fork.

Conan, who was still thinking, groaned, staring at the water dispenser in a daze.

According to common sense, it is impossible for the prisoner to have time to stay in the monitoring room to tamper with so many monitoring systems - the monitoring room is also guarded by the police. According to the police on duty, they actually visited many policemen in the morning, like Police Matsumoto himself has been there.But without exception, it is to look at specific monitoring, and it does not take a long time.

He looked at the crooked instant noodles on the fork, and felt that it looked like a yellow net for a moment.

'net? ' He looked up suddenly.

"Could it be intruded from an external network?" He thought of this possibility.

There is no disconnection in the monitoring room, so this possibility cannot be ruled out.

While thinking of this possibility, Conan put down the fork in his hand, took out his mobile phone and called Toru Amuro.

Whether it is correct or not is a clue.

Toru Amuro's processing was also very fast. Before four o'clock, all equipment was required to disconnect the external network and switch to the internal network.

"It is true that the possibility of the 'Rat of the House of Death' helping the prisoner modify the surveillance cannot be ruled out," Amuro said by phone.

"Hmm." Conan chewed the soaked instant noodles recklessly, "It would be great if we could know the ultimate purpose of the prisoner."

It was only one minute before four o'clock in the afternoon, and there was only two hours left before the prisoner's announcement, and their investigation progress was still at a loss.

"Revenge on the police?" Atsushi Nakajima tilted his head.

"As long as he actually detonated the bomb in front of the public, he succeeded," Amuro added.

Therefore, they have searched all the places that can be visually observed by the outside after the explosion.

The movement of Conan's mouth stopped.

"What if it goes a step further?" Conan said, "What if his purpose is not only to plant a bomb in the Metropolitan Police Department while the police are fully armed, but to completely blow up the Metropolitan Police Department?"

"Impossible..." Atsushi Nakajima was startled by this thought.

On the other end of the phone, Toru Amuro stood in the monitoring room, behind the restoration personnel, and shook his head when he heard the words: "We have also searched around the load-bearing columns inside the Metropolitan Police Department building, and there are no bombs."

It was precisely because they couldn't find it anywhere, and the surveillance couldn't be completely trusted, that their search came to a deadlock.

'hateful. 'He couldn't help cursing in his heart.

'If this continues, the Metropolitan Police Department will really lose its prestige! '

"Anyway, eat first." It's not good for him to let the two minors accompany him on a hungry stomach, "If you really don't find it, leave the Metropolitan Police Department at [-]:[-]..."

"boom--!"

Before he finished speaking, there was a loud bang on the other end of the phone, followed by silence.