Chapter 133 I Will only Say It Once

"That's it." Mao Lilan's voice couldn't hide her disappointment, "I also wanted to ask him which color he likes best, but there's no need to do that. Shinichi will definitely choose red.

"By the way, Conan, do you like Daruma dolls? Just now, a beautiful store clerk gave me a red Daruma. I thought it was very cute, and I wanted to put it in the bag of my shirt and give it to Shinichi. If you like it, I’ll go to the store and buy another one.”

"No need, Sister Xiaolan." Conan said with a smile.

He won't go to the appointment anyway, and if Xiaolan can't deliver the gift she prepared, she will most likely take it home and give it to him.

Nobushige, Mouri Kogoro and others had already guessed that the caller was Mourilan, but after all, the phone was in receiver mode. They could only see Conan and Mourilan chatting happily, but they didn't know what they were talking about. What.

Perhaps Officer Memu's gaze was too intense. Conan finally realized how inappropriate it was for him to chat with his girlfriend in front of so many people, and quickly said: "Um...Sister Xiaolan, I'm still waiting for the call. Let’s talk about it when we get home.”

"Waiting for the call?" Who would have thought that Mao Lilan across the street would explode because of these words, "Who wants to call Shinichi?? Accept my invitation and be coy, while others are busy with other things. I also need your help to wait for the call?!"

"Ah..." Conan said with a bitter face, "It's about the case. In daily life, no other girl will call him except you."

"Humph. I will definitely ask him after we meet tonight!" With that said, Mao Lilan hung up the phone thoughtfully.

Conan subconsciously breathed a sigh of relief and looked up to see Nobuhiro looking at him seriously.

……What's wrong? Just asked what happened? Everyone has shrunk by ten years, so they are not allowed to act coquettishly with their girlfriends? ?

"Jingle Bell--"

"Jingle Bell--"

Conan answered the call without even looking at it: "Hello? Brother Shinichi hasn't come back yet. If Sister Xiaolan, you..." He suddenly paused, put the phone in front of him and glanced at the screen, then switched to hands-free. .

The number displayed above is a series of unfamiliar digits, but it is very familiar. It was just seen in the morning.

The prisoner finally made the third call! ! !

"Kudou Shinichi isn't going to show up yet?" The processed mechanical voice was very cold. "But I didn't expect that you actually found the bomb. It deserves a reward. It's time for adults to take over, kid." ?”

"Ahem." Mouri Kogoro cleared his throat and planned to take the phone over.

However, the prisoner opposite said: "Ask the young man who was with you before to answer the phone. The next challenge is between him and me."

Maori Kogoro:"……"

No, just look down on him?

He is the famous detective Mouri Kogoro! Isn't it actually inferior to the status of an agent in the eyes of prisoners? ?

Although being remembered by a prisoner is not something to be proud of...but it's still so annoying!

Nobushige took the phone from Conan in accordance with the prisoner's request: "I advise you to stop as soon as possible. The result of surrendering now is much better than detonating all those bombs."

"Hmph." The man over there sneered, "Kudo Shinichi, you are so naive. Do you think I am afraid of the police? You vulgar guys will never understand my thoughts!"

A string of black lines appeared on Nobushige's face. Suddenly I have the urge to drop my phone!

Conan could only laugh awkwardly on one side, while Mouri Kogoro glanced at Nobuhiro suspiciously.

No matter how absurd the speculation is, it cannot withstand being mentioned again and again. When Hattori Heiji said this, Mouri Kogoro could still firmly object, but when such a strange prisoner firmly believed that Asano Nobutushige was Kudo Shinichi...

Just like Sherlock Holmes's classic saying: Eliminate all impossibilities, and the remaining one, no matter how incredible, is a fact.

"You have the wrong person." Nobuhiro couldn't remember how many times he had to explain, "I am not Kudo Shinichi."

"Really?" It was not clear from the prisoner's calm tone whether he believed it or not, "I don't care who you are, I will only say it once, listen clearly.

"I have installed five bombs on the Toto Circle Line. The bombs will start at four o'clock this afternoon. If the train on it is traveling less than 60 kilometers per hour, it will explode. In addition, if you fail to defuse it before the sun goes down, , the bomb will explode too.”

In a room full of nervous, serious, angry or confused eyes, Nobuhiro looked calm and asked in a calm tone: "Pardon?"

"..." Everyone, including the prisoner on the other side of the phone, fell silent for a brief moment.

Conan was afraid that the prisoner would be angered, so he directly controlled the bomb to explode remotely. He quickly smiled and said in a kawaii tone: "Well, uncle, if you don't say anything, we really don't know what to do!"

The prisoner seemed to have recovered a bit of lost dignity, and his mood was relatively stable: "I have said these things and I will only say them once, but I can give you a reminder. These five bombs are installed at XX on the Dongdu Ring Line Where X, each X represents a word. Well, the next step is up to you, Kudo Shinichi."

"The next step is up to you, Edogawa Conan." Nobushige returned the phone to Conan.

"Uh... well..." Conan scratched his head in embarrassment, "We still need to ask the police to speed up all the trains on the Toto Loop Line by more than 60 degrees."

Officer Memu nodded heavily and said: "We can only do this first. The prisoner has a very short time left with us. During this period, I hope you guys, Maori, can provide good news!"

"Ah, please feel free to leave it to me!" Kogoro Mouri saluted and promised.

However, Officer Megure's expression did not ease at all, and his hand when dialing the phone was trembling.

Conan asked the police officer to print out a Tokyo rail transit map and lay down on Officer Megure's seat to draw.

While painting, I also had to discuss with Nobutushige: "How do you think the prisoner can make the bomb explode at a speed of less than 60 kilometers per hour?"

"We do not rule out the possibility that the prisoners just used this method to prevent the police from getting on the train on the Toto Circle Line to defuse bombs." Nobushige analyzed, "Maybe they were just five time bombs."

Conan's eyes lit up: "That's right! I think this possibility is extremely high! Doesn't that mean we only use..."

"But even if there is such a suspicion, do you dare to order the tram to stop?"

"I..." Conan was silent.

Yes, from the police's point of view, they may prefer to believe the prisoner's words. After all, if it turns out that it was really just a time bomb, it can be attributed to the criminal being too cunning. And if the bomb explodes because the police guessed wrong... no one can bear this responsibility.

_Every day, I rely on readers to remind me to set the time...