Chapter 2845 2849 [Blow up Conan]

The footsteps were getting closer and closer, and with a surprised "Brother!" from Vodka, the visitor stopped in front of the cabinet.

Conan stood frozen, his heart rate soaring to the extreme. The next moment, with the sound of clothing rubbing together, he desperately found Gin leaning down and reaching into the cabinet with one hand...

Then he picked up the dark clouds and snow cat.

Conan: "...?"

As he stared blankly, the person outside straightened up again and kicked the cabinet door hard.

The cabinet door clicked shut, and Conan sat in the darkness, stunned.

...What's going on?

...Did you really get through it?

…

Outside the cabinet.

Vodka looked at this scene with as many question marks as Conan's head.

"What's going on? Why do you look like you're leaving? Didn't you see the little Uzo kid hiding behind the Uzo cat?"

Vodka was a little suspicious at first, and then quickly put an end to this disrespectful thought: "That shouldn't be the case. Brother Gin's observation skills are much better than mine. I even saw the reflection of that kid's shoes. There's no reason for him to be ignorant." So you think..."

While hesitating, Vodka suddenly thought of something.

——Just now, the eldest brother seemed to be aware of the kid in the closet. But after receiving a piece of news and going out for a trip, his attitude suddenly changed.

…So who sent that message?

...Who did Brother Gin go out to meet again?

These two questions flashed across his mind, and Vodka had a bad premonition in his heart.

Just as he was secretly feeling anxious, Gin suddenly opened the cabinet in the middle of the locker and placed something inside.

"Set the time, it will explode in five minutes." Gin glanced at the old-fashioned alarm clock that just walked away from the security room, sneered, and said to Vodka, "No matter what kind of mouse is hidden here, soon it will be with this one. Together with the station, they completely disappeared from the world.”

Conan in the closet: "!!!"

Vodka looked at the alarm clock: "...?"

Full of questions, he followed Gin blankly and trotted away.

…

After leaving the storage room and walking for a while, Vodka realized it later and felt that he understood: "Oh! I understand, it's an alarm clock bomb - those guys in the research department really have nothing to do, and they actually took the funds. Doing this boring stuff.”

Gin rolled his eyes silently, not bothering to explain.

He threw the cat he was carrying to Vodka, and then, amid a commotion behind him, he arrived at the place where Jiang Xia had knocked someone up just now.

The fake detective had left, and there were only three unconscious kidnappers left on the ground, as well as the peripheral members who had just arrived.

"Gag them and take them back. Don't let them touch anyone. Wait until I go back to interrogate them myself." Gin thought for a while, then frowned and said, "Forget it, take these two and deal with them. Only one will be enough. ”

Behind him, Vodka was riding on the head of a cat, looking at the three people staggering on the ground, not daring to say anything: "..." This, this beaten look, why does it look familiar?

...Did Uzo come here just now and beat someone here?

This thought flashed through, and for a moment, Vodka felt that the air around him had become filthy.

Above him, Ganfanmao lowered his head thoughtfully. Sensing the slackness of the vanilla ice cream machine, it raised its paw and patted Vodka's head dissatisfied.

"!" This worked as expected. Vodka glanced up and smoothly projected his resentment against a certain person onto the cat.

…

After making arrangements for the follow-up, Gin left the station with people and things.

Of course what he put in the locker just now was not an alarm clock bomb, but a real alarm clock.

According to Ginjiu's opinion, he actually wanted to drag the person out and beat him up.

But it's a pity that the boy is not a member of the organization yet - if he really pulls the person out of the cabinet, his face will be seen. So according to the regulations, this kid who knows too much should be silenced.

But now, combined with various circumstances, although the kid raised by Usa was at fault, it is not yet to the point where he must be executed...

Gin: "..." Forget it, let him go and teach him a lesson.

Having experienced the fear of dying, that kid must be more measured in his actions in the future.

…

After a group of men in black left with large and small bags.

In the locker in the storage room.

Conan stared at the closed door and listened to the clicking sound of the second hand above his head. His whole body was shrouded in the shadow of death.

"Five minutes later, the station exploded... just because of a person who might have escaped long ago??"

If another person said this, Conan would just think that the other person was being alarmist.

But now, the person who left the bomb is Gin... He is an arrogant lunatic who dares to blow up the Shinkansen!

After a brief panic, Conan gritted his teeth, put his ear against the cabinet, and tried to listen to what was going on outside.

There was deathly silence in the storage room. Only the steady "ta" and "ta" sounds came along the iron sheet, like the drumbeats of sacrifices, beating on his heart.

"Vodka and Gin should have left by now. I did hear two footsteps getting farther and farther just now..."

Conan stared at his watch, quickly assessing the current situation in his mind: "Go out now, you might bump into them. Don't be anxious - wait two more minutes, and after two minutes, open the door and retreat. This station is not too big, three Minutes are enough to get me out of here.”

He suppressed his increasingly heavy breathing and stared at the second hand on the dial. He had never felt that time passed so slowly.

Finally, the second hand turned twice, and Conan counted 120 numbers in his mind.

... It's OK! At this time, Gin and Vodka should have left the station.

Conan adjusted his numb body and couldn't wait to go out.

However, when he pushed the cabinet door, he was stunned.

"Why can't it be opened?" Conan was at a loss for a moment, and then he understood, "Oh, by the way, Gin's kick just now completely kicked the cabinet door! I have to move the lock first...

"By the way, this guy is an outlaw, why does he keep this good habit of 'closing the open door after use'? Can't he just turn around and leave! "

While cursing Gin in his heart, Conan turned on the flashlight of his watch, tried to block out the "ticking" sound that was like a death in his ears, and carefully observed the structure of the lock.

Soon he aimed at the position and stretched out his hand to hook it.

There was a light click.

The cabinet door did not move at all.

The structure that should have slid smoothly was stuck by the mechanism. Conan was startled, and then he used all his strength to pull it a few times.

...The cabinet door still did not move.

...Is the locker here the type that will automatically lock after closing it tightly?!

"How could this be..." Conan curled up in the cabinet, stunned.