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In the dark corner, the screen of the mobile phone emits a faint light.The bony thumb tapped the touch screen phone a few times, and then the disconnection pop-up window appeared at the top.

...

"What happened? Are you all okay?" Toru Amuro held the phone in both hands and strode away from the monitoring room.

If he heard correctly, there was a second explosion.

The unlucky Conan and Atsushi Nakajima were involved in the explosion again.

After a while, Conan on the other side of the phone spoke.Perhaps because his neck was a little uncomfortable being strangled by the collar, his voice was a little distorted.

"The water dispenser in the tea room exploded." He Banyue looked at his toes, which were almost one meter above the ground like the previous few times, "Dunny sauce reacted very quickly, we are all fine."

Before he could react, he was led out of the tea room by Atsushi Nakajima just like when he was in Tokyo Tower.

This made him have to think about the previous few times, it seems that Zhongyuan Zhong also likes to save people by holding his collar.

'Is this a habit common to other worlds? 'He couldn't help complaining.

After hanging up the phone, Conan saw some blue halos out of the corner of his eyes, and soon the blue halos disappeared, and Nakajima Atsushi's legs also returned to their slender appearance.

Atsushi Nakajima let go of Conan, and the two stood at the door of the tea room, looking at the mess inside.Fragments of the water dispenser exploded everywhere, and hot and cold water flowed all over the place.Wires were strewn across the ground, falling just right into a shallow puddle of water.

There is no doubt that if you step on it unsuspectingly, you will definitely get an electric shock.

Because he was on the phone with Toru Amuro when the explosion occurred, Conan, who had no time to check the time, closed his half-moon eyes and stared at the messy tea room in front of him, his voice gradually became lower and lower.

"It happened to be exactly four o'clock when it exploded..." He quickly found the key, "This is a timed explosion."

"Is it as difficult to distinguish the fragments of the bomb as in the explosion in the conference room?" He glanced over the fragments of the water dispenser on the ground and murmured in a low voice.

And the light from the explosion just now made him feel more like electricity than gunpowder.

Atsushi Nakajima breathed a sigh of relief because he escaped in time.Wen Yan asked: "Could it be a bomb similar in shape to the parts of the water dispenser?"

"A bomb that changes shape?" This Conan really didn't think about it.

The bombs he has seen are all simple and crude black boxes. Generally speaking, those prisoners would rather spend time thinking about their criminal methods than camouflage the bombs.

"Because there seems to be a researcher at PM who likes to make lemon-shaped bombs." Atsushi Nakajima recalled the man who was a bit strange to him, "Since bombs can be made into lemon shapes, they can also be made into water dispensers. Some of the parts are similar in shape, like a sink or something, and then replace the part on the water dispenser with a bomb."

Conan thought about what Atsushi Nakajima meant, and then shook his head: "Impossible, the time bomb has a fine structure and a certain volume. If it is placed outside, there will be some extra things, and you can rest in this tea room It is impossible for the police who passed by not to find out. If you put it inside, you need to empty the space needed to store the bomb. The internal structure of this kind of smart appliance is complex, and if there is too much missing, it may not be able to be used normally.”

"In that case, it would be better to say that the whole water dispenser is a bomb, which is completely impossible." Knowing that his proposal was wrong, Atsushi Nakajima said a little discouraged.

Conan moved his ears.

'is itself a bomb? ' He chewed the words carefully.A flash of lightning flashed through my mind.

Smart, cyber, bomb.

Conan suddenly raised his head.

He got it.

The corners of his mouth curled up slightly, revealing a smile that saw through the truth.

"Dun, thank you very much!" He said excitedly.Atsushi Nakajima patted the back of his head, not knowing what he was thanking.

He took out his phone and opened the recent calls, paused with his finger on the top number, and then scrolled down.

'Let's explain face to face when Mr. Amuro comes. 'he thinks.

He dialed the second unmarked number below.

"Mr. Dazai, can I do you a favor?"

...

The color of the sky gradually changed from blue to orange, and the light of the setting sun sprinkled on the road.

As time passed, the security inside the Metropolitan Police Department became more and more strict.However, unlike their efforts, the bomb that the bomber reminded yesterday would explode at [-] pm has not yet been found.

On the road 1000 meters away from the Metropolitan Police Department, a white vehicle was parked on the side of the road.The man in the driver's seat was wearing some big gold-rimmed glasses, his hair reaching his shoulders, and a light gray suit. He looked like a normal middle-aged social person.

Because the two boys who saw the reminder yesterday did not accept the interview, the news that the target of the bomb was the Metropolitan Police Department did not spread.Therefore, there is currently no media that wants first-hand news in front of the Metropolitan Police Department.

But he still felt joy.

"I didn't expect that one day I would be able to blow up the Metropolitan Police Department, hahahaha." He couldn't help laughing.

As long as the Metropolitan Police Department does not find the bomb, the bomb will explode at six o'clock in the evening.

The police can't hide it.

He saw the Metropolitan Police Department building in the distance through the window, and didn't notice a little red in the rearview mirror.

...

At five o'clock in the afternoon, the Metropolitan Police Department evacuated the surrounding people.

At [-]:[-] p.m., the Metropolitan Police Department began to transfer important documents.

At [-]:[-] p.m., civilian staff were evacuated.

At [-]:[-] in the afternoon, Atsushi Nakajima and Conan were kicked out by Toru Amuro.

At [-]:[-] p.m., all the remaining policemen evacuated.

In the last 10 minutes, even if the bomb was found, there was no time to dismantle it.

At the same time, Edogawa Conan's cell phone received a new email.

{Access log has been fixed. }

Makoto Kusakabe lowered his head and tapped his fingers on the phone screen.He left the Metropolitan Police Department following the flow of people and walked to the flower bed in front of the Metropolitan Police Department.

The sky is getting dark, the winter has not yet passed completely, and the time of day is very short.The incandescent street lamp was turned on, illuminating the prosecutor under the street lamp, and also illuminating the mobile phone in the prosecutor's hand.

There are only 5 minutes left before the explosion.

"It's you, using the Internet of Things to attack the criminals in the Metropolitan Police Department."

Suddenly, a child's voice sounded from ahead.

The primary school student in a blue suit and glasses stood under the two streetlights in front of him, as if he had been waiting for him for a long time.Next to him, a gray-haired boy in a trendy suit stood on the road, posing a vigilant gesture towards Makoto Kusakabe.

Makoto Kusakabe looked down, saw the elementary school student's face clearly, and smiled: "It was a child at that time. Your parents are policemen, so that's why they ran around in the police station."

"It's just that it's better to go home now, it's dangerous here," he said.

As for the prisoner in Conan's mouth, he didn't answer.

Not caring about the attitude of the man in front of him, the schoolboy detective stood with his legs crossed against the streetlight, with a confident smile on his lips.He spoke at the same rate, explaining his reasoning one by one.

"The tampering of the monitoring can indeed make people think that the prisoner sneaked into the Metropolitan Police Department in person. Especially because of the large number of replaced monitoring, it is easy for people to think that the extra part is to cover up their real route. At first I also I was misled into a misunderstanding, trying to analyze the prisoner's infiltration route."

"But what if all the surveillance is a cover-up?"

Under the street lights, the elementary school students' glasses reflected pure white light.

"Actually, the prisoner doesn't need to hide his whereabouts like this at all, but stepped into the gate of the Metropolitan Police Department openly."

Who would have thought that the people who made these two explosions were actually members of the police?

"It is true that IoT terrorist attacks are generally difficult to think of, but as long as you know that the bomb did not exist in the first place, it is easy to reason. It is not the bomb that explodes, but the smart object itself."

This is the Internet of Things-terror-attack-attack.

"Other than that, the only thing you're wrong about is that you set off the second explosion shortly after the Metropolitan Police Department cut off the external network," he said, "which makes me immediately establish that both incidents were the work of someone inside the police force. "

He took out his phone and pointed the screen at Makoto Kusakabe.

"Accessing the smart home with the intranet will leave access records. Although you have deleted your own footprints, you only need to find a hacker with higher skills than you to recover."

In Conan's hand, the last visitor IP of the smart water dispenser was clearly displayed on the phone screen.

In the Internet age, as long as you visit, you will leave traces.

That's what he asked Osamu Dazai to do an hour ago.After discovering that the prisoner was inside, it was useless to disconnect the external network. Toru Amuro very readily opened the back door for Osamu Dazai, so Osamu Dazai in Yokohama could operate remotely.

Originally, according to that person's technology, it would not have taken an hour to restore the data, but he seemed to have encountered the 'Rat of the Dead House' head-on on the way, and it took a while.

"The culprit who tampered with the monitoring and caused two IoT attacks is you—Prosecutor Kusakabe!"

Conclusive evidence appeared in front of him, and Makoto Kusakabe's expression finally changed.

"That's it." He seemed to be surprised that his behavior was pointed out by a primary school student, and he seemed to be amazed that the development of the matter was in line with expectations, "It's the same as that man said."

"That man?"

The young man's voice came from behind, Makoto Kusakabe turned his head and saw the blond and black policeman who had been busy all day.The moment he heard this narration, Toru Amuro thought of the organization that was active on the front line.

"It means the 'rat in the house of death'. Prosecutor Kusakabe, I didn't expect you to cooperate with that kind of criminal—" Toru Amuro said excitedly.

"Aren't you also working with the port mafia?" Makoto Kusakabe said.

Amuro Toru was indeed choked for a moment.

Although it is a legal gang, the port mafia is not a good organization after all.

"The justice of your police is nothing more than that." Makoto Kusakabe sneered, as if he had more to say.

Looking at the time displayed on the phone, Conan interrupted what Makoto Kusakabe wanted to say.

"There are 2 minutes left, stop the final explosion, prosecutor Kusakabe." Conan said, he looked at the tall man in front of him seriously, and sincerely advised, "Could it be that the prestige of the police department of the Metropolitan Police Department has been discredited? Can your dignity be preserved?"

"In front of the public, you are all 'police'."

How can ordinary people tell whether this is the responsibility of the police of the Metropolitan Police Department or the public security of the Prosecutor's Office.

The Metropolitan Police Department, Prosecutor's Office, and Police Department, while they are divided into various departments, they all have a unified name, which is also the most widely circulated name among the people.

--police.

The Metropolitan Police Department was blown up, which damaged the overall prestige of the police as a group.

The long speech was interrupted, and after listening to the persuasion of the elementary school students, Makoto Kusakabe suddenly laughed.

The three people in front of him frowned at the same time, and surrounded the man who seemed to have something wrong with him even more vigilantly.

"Very well said kid. It's too late," he said. "You've guessed a lot right, but you've only been wrong about one thing. In this case, I just offered a little help."

"The final bomb, I can't control it."

From the beginning to the end, the bomber who gave the police a notice was not the same as him.

How to make him solve the bomb installed by others?

"...Accomplice?" Conan's expression became serious.

Toru Amuro suddenly remembered what he saw in the tea room in the morning.Nakajima Atsushi also walked in at that time, so he just glanced out the window and didn't pay much attention.

"You drove when you came - did you put the bomb in the underground garage!"

The district attorney he saw parked his car in the underground garage at that time was Makoto Kusakabe!

Obviously drove the car, but abandoned the car inside the building that was bound to be bombed.At the moment of mentioning it, Toru Amuro figured out the joints involved.

Indeed, through the personality profile of the bomber, they knew that the bomber liked to see high places blown up.

Therefore, they searched the high-level people the most strictly, not to mention that their search focused on the interior of the Metropolitan Police Department after the first explosion at noon. When they knew that the two bombs came from the internal police after the second explosion, they instead Even more ignore the outside.

Moreover, when they searched the underground garage several times in the morning, they only checked the public area of ​​the entire underground garage and observed whether there was any abnormality in each vehicle from outside the car, and did not check what was in the police's own private car.

If you hide the bomb under the seat, you can avoid the eyes of the police.

"It's almost time." Makoto Kusakabe said with some relief.

Even if he is exposed by Conan now, the final result of this overtime match is irreversible.

The bomb will go off and set the Metropolitan Police Department on fire.

Yesterday he specially filled up the fuel tank, and there were quite a few vehicles parked in the underground garage.In addition, the bomb provided by the bomber claimed to be able to blow up the entire Tokyo Tower.

The Metropolitan Police Department is over.

"Don't worry, when I contacted the bomber yesterday, I have already left a position on him." Seemingly remembering his duties as a policeman, Makoto Kusakabe added, "After this incident, he can be arrested directly. .”

He turned his head and looked in the direction of the Metropolitan Police Department.

"Let's watch the fireworks first!"

Let him use the entire Metropolitan Police Department building as a farewell gift for his informant who died tragically under the police of the Metropolitan Police Department!

On the screen of the mobile phone that is still bright in the dark, time is gradually pointing to the end.

{17:59:58}

{17:59:59}

{18:00:00}

...

"boom--!"

...

The black wreckage drew a perfect arc in the air and fell to Makoto Kusakabe's feet.

And the police station in the distance, as always, stands in the night.

The dark clouds were blown away by the wind, revealing the bright silver moon behind.

The expected explosion didn't sound on time, and Kusakabe Makoto's always relaxed face finally showed cracks.

He showed an extremely terrified expression, picked up his mobile phone in panic, quickly swipe the progress bar of the surveillance video with his fingers, and fixed his eyes on the screen on the surveillance.

Still, still, still.

"Obviously no one has checked my car!" He almost broke his voice.

The bomb wreckage under his feet seemed to be laughing, laughing at the complete failure of the prosecutor's painstaking plan that he would rather be used by criminals to complete.

Kusakabe held his mobile phone in disbelief and stared wide-eyed.

No, no, no!

The underground parking lot under surveillance has not been moved around!

"Since you can hack the monitoring, so can we." After the incident, the elementary school student detective put away his surprised expression, and turned his gaze to the direction where the wreckage was thrown.

"This is a plan that Mr. Dazai and I discussed together."

In the shadow behind Toru Amuro, some petite figures gradually approached.When Conan finished speaking, the visitor's face was exposed to the light.

Atsushi Nakajima, who had been Conan's bodyguard all night, suddenly trembled.

His belt stood up, with the same disbelief on his face as Kusakabe.Not knowing whether it was surprise or fright, his tone trembled slightly.

Under the street lamp, that expressionless face slowly lifted up.

"...Jinghua, sauce?" the young man said in a low voice.