As a coser, I passed through before I finished my makeup

I waited quietly in the room for a few minutes, and found that the suspect didn't seem to take the black screen in my room seriously.

Without the scruples of monitoring, I have a lot of room to operate.

only……

Is there really a need to act?

I pulled up a chair and placed it in front of the French window.Leaning on the back of the chair, I looked out the window at the already commotional city, and I could even imagine the red and blue dome lights of the police cars that would arrive soon.

Judging from the performance of the prisoner just now, let me guess that this incident has nothing to do with me, my identity, or the main plot.

If I intervene rashly, it will put me in danger, especially for an accident of this level, which cannot even be attributed to an unplanned accident.

A mere coincidence.

And still not necessarily an accident that threatens me.

After all, I am not Jing Guang, there is no need to work hard for others, the most important thing is to make yourself more relaxed.

As for the others--I felt a pang of irritability.

The "smell" and influence of those brain waves have already made me very uncomfortable and disgusting. Rather, if the prisoners take action and the number of prisoners decreases, I will feel more comfortable...

So, for me, other people should—

Wait, what the hell was I thinking!

Is this the idea that a socialist successor should have!

I gave myself a slap in the face, what kind of impact is this.My first thought was that even if I assimilated to some extent with Jing Guang, then I should be a partner of justice!

Yaoshou.

It's fine to think about other things. This kind of idea of ​​using other people's lives to fulfill one's own mood is not very good!

Don't say anything, I have to show my stand and demeanor here, otherwise I will probably be autistic on the spot when I go back, and I still have to take any exams and studies.

I suddenly opened my eyes, wiped my face vigorously with my hand, and wiped off the makeup that was almost off, and looked at Jing Guang's face reflected in the glass——

Bai Yueguang's sense of justice cannot be defeated by me!

For such a big incident, within a few minutes, the police had already responded.

I opened the window, and the fourteenth floor let the cold night wind blow into my face, calming my mind a bit.

In fact, if you think about it carefully, there are at least hundreds of people and hundreds of rooms in this hotel building. It is impossible for one person to monitor everything, but the warning in the broadcast just now...

Either a set phrase for deterrence, or... a gang?

It is impossible to determine the number of enemies, or even determine whether the neighbor is an enemy or a friend. After all, even in the bus robbery back then, the two robbers knew to arrange one of their own among the passengers.

If the crime is committed by a gang, there must be robbers among the residents.

Trouble.

It is almost impossible to evacuate people, so we can only find a way to get rid of the prisoners.

I took out my mobile phone, and the prisoner didn't stop any transmission of the signal at all. I flipped through and saw that this matter had already been fermented on the Internet. The people inside were frantically asking for help, and some people who were not afraid of death were even broadcasting live. sent to the network.

Influence--

Is the prisoner using such influence?

This matter has only just begun and has already received such attention. I can imagine what kind of comments will be drawn from all parties if it is not handled properly.

Credibility, the target is the police, or at least one of the targets is the police?

In Conan's world, there are many people who hate the police and detectives. The ultimate goal of these criminals is often not to kill people or for any tangible benefits, but simply to see the police lose face.

At the same time, this type of prisoner often needs an incentive.

To be honest, there are not many pleasure criminals in the world of Conan. The reality may not need logic, but the story needs logic.

As long as there is this causal logic, it can be found.

It's related to this hotel, it's related to the police—it's these two factors now, but after looking around, I can't find any major incidents.

Could it be some trivial matter?

Is it because of a certain unremembered look or a case sealed in the police file that the reason for such a big commotion?

Or maybe, there are other things I haven't discovered...

The pressure hangs over the entire Yokohama like a mountain.

I can't help but think, if this was placed in the previous Yokohama, the old Mori would probably have taken the ashes of this prisoner.

"Zi——" my phone vibrated, and the message swiped down from the top of the screen.

It's Conan's number.

"What's the situation over there?"

Keep your words as short as possible, and the child's body is beneficial at this time. If the cameras in every room are the same, then as long as Brother Mao can block the screen, Conan should be able to move freely.

So I immediately said, "Safe, phone?"

My message had just been sent, and the screen on the phone changed, and Conan's number was dialed.

"Brother Jianggu, how is the situation on your floor?" Conan's voice was low, and he got straight to the point when he spoke.

"There are no fatalities for the time being, but people were burned in the previous blast, and now there is no chance of treatment. The degree of injury cannot be delayed for too long." I quickly sorted out the situation I saw in the corridor before, "You guys where?"

"There are no casualties on this floor. It seems that the purpose of the prisoner is not to kill people. The explosion is just a means to control the hotel. I am monitoring the blind spot, and Brother Chongya can just block it." He almost explained the situation in his eyes clearly, " Where's your camera?"

"It was dismantled, and it was dismantled before it was opened. There are hundreds of rooms here. If you want to monitor them all, it will require too much manpower and material resources. I prefer this thing to be a deterrent, as I said in the broadcast just now. Warning, too, but the problem is—”

"We have no way to gamble with other people's lives." Conan picked up my words.

"Yes."

Having said that, the police siren sounded faintly audible not far away, and the authorities have already reacted.

"The hostages—the lives of the residents are not the ultimate goal of the prisoners."

"Threats, conditions...the police have no way to transfer everyone out now, they can only find a way to find the prisoner."

Same as I thought.

"The monitoring model is very simple and cannot receive signals remotely." I pinched the dismantled camera, "The scope of this building itself is already large enough, and it is impossible for the signal to cover all of it at once, or there is only a part of it." will work, or there are multiple signal receptions."

As a senior undercover agent and an excellent police officer, Jing Guang could still do this kind of basic knowledge, but he ran into a little obstacle when analyzing it.

Such a big hotel, as a hostage, is too uncontrollable.

If it were me, wouldn't it be more convenient to find a convenience store, or the Shinkansen, public transportation, it would be easier to escape and easier to control.

Unless, the hotel itself has extraordinary meaning to the prisoner, or——someone in it has extraordinary meaning to the prisoner.

The hotel is indeed a landmark building in this area because of its architectural style. The only thing worth noting is that the person who presided over the construction here was a member of the House of Representatives, and the investor is also a consortium that supports this member.

Is it a political reason?

I can think of these, and with the abilities of Conan and Brother Mao, I can also think of them.

"Wait, didn't you see the prisoner?"

Conan would ask, "Have you seen it?"

"Well," his voice changed, "someone monitored us and returned to the room when we came out. He was wearing a mask, a hat, and a body armor. He didn't look tall, but he had a gun and a bomb controller. He did say something, but the voice on the radio wasn't him, he didn't have a voice changer around his neck."

Upstairs, the sixteenth floor.

Why is it there? Could it be that the real purpose of the prisoner is on the sixteenth floor?

After a pause, I heard a few seconds of silence over there, "That person is still in the corridor, I can... hear voices from outside."

Pfft, I answered the conversation unnaturally. I'm afraid Conan didn't hear something directly, but just left something that could be tapped outside the door during the commotion just now, so he could use it to observe the situation outside.

"I can only hear the radio on this floor, as for the downstairs—"

I grabbed the frame of the window and leaned out of the window.After coming to this world, why do I feel that I am always tearing open windows and flying over walls? Hey!

Aiming at the route, I let go and jumped down, shuttled through some designs exposed outside the wall, and landed in front of the window outside the lower corridor.

"Brother Jianggu, are you still listening! What happened!"

I picked up the phone, and on the other side, I could only hear the sound of wind and compressed air passing through, as well as the movement when I landed.

I took out my mobile phone in one hand, and I could only say that the pain of forgetting to wear earphones was like this, "It's okay, I went downstairs to check, and there were no suspected prisoners on the next two floors."

"Fall downstairs?"

"Well, is there a problem?"

"No—in other words, only people on the sixteenth floor have seen the prisoner..."

I stood on the bellows outside, and suddenly felt another voice coming from the other end of the phone, the sound of the radio changing.

"It seems that everyone from the police is already in place, so let's get started——Next, everyone who has called the room number, take the elevator and come to the top floor."

"1004, 2112..."

The room numbers were read out one by one on the radio.I originally thought that I would be called when I got to the fourteenth floor, but I didn't expect the number to be skipped, it was the number of the room next to me.

"...1612."

This is——the room number of the boy white group, Conan also lived here before, and the protagonist is indeed the chosen one!

However, as Conan said just now, there is a cat brother to help him cover it, which means that Conan's location is probably not 1612, but 1613.

I suddenly had a premonition, since the original purpose of the prisoner is likely to be on the sixteenth floor, then 1612——

The target is Conan!

The scope narrowed a lot at once, and Conan would be the target——

Someone who would target a child couldn't be an ordinary attacker in the first place.

I froze, suddenly feeling annoyed.

Can my things be moved by others?