"No Conan, you can't do this."
Mao Lilan, who was stunned for a moment, came to her senses, leaned over and rubbed the boy's head, and said in a gentle tone: "All the police are working on the Shinkansen now. If you go up rashly and disturb them, you will -"
"But...but what should I do if I can't hold it in anymore..." Conan, whose legs were already twisted into knots, put on a crying face, raised his voice and took his childhood sweetheart's hand and shook it: "Sister Xiaolan …”
Mao Lilan, who had wanted to say something, couldn't help but sigh after Conan, the kid, acted pitifully cute with a big face, and swallowed the words on his lips: "Dad——"
"Quiet down, kid! Where do you get so much energy every day!" Mouri Kogoro, who thought Conan was going crazy again, didn't take it easy. He came over and hit him on the head with his fist——
It hurts!
Conan, who was acting cute just a second ago, tilted his neck, and his legs that had just been vaginal returned to normal instantly. He squatted down with his head in his hands and burst into tears. He didn't even mention going to the toilet.
Mao Lilan, who never expected that her father could do this, immediately knelt down and hugged Conan, gently rubbed the back of his head, raised his head and said dissatisfied: "Dad! What are you doing?! Conan is still just a child!"
"It's just because I'm a child that I have to take good care of it. This time he was lucky enough to kick a good quality bomb. If the bomb in the box is unstable, the whole carriage will be buried with him."
Mouri Kogoro, who straightened his tie, glanced at Sato Miwako, who was already leading the team to guide the passengers, and deliberately lowered his voice: "Really, you knew something was wrong and you didn't tell me, morning specials like Masked Superman Have you watched too many dramas?
"Just now, in front of Sato Criminal Justice, I gave this child the appearance of a little hero. If I had encountered such a child when I was a police officer, I would have kicked him in the butt."
While speaking, he glared at the aggrieved Conan again. From the corner of his eye, Mouri Kogoro caught sight of Megure Thirteen, who had already led a large force to the scene, and immediately changed his face to greet him.
"Conan, Dad is right about this. Why didn't you tell us anything about such a big thing? You are really lucky this time..." Mao Lilan felt frightened after her father said this. She lowered her head and glanced at the child who looked aggrieved. She didn't know why, but she suddenly felt that the child seemed to be normal again?
"I kicked the bomb because I heard the prisoner say that the bomb would explode ten seconds after a violent impact, so I kicked it..."
"..."
"So, why does a child like him have the confidence to kick through the glass of a Shinkansen carriage?"
More than 20 minutes later, with the assistance of a large number of police officers, all passengers had begun to evacuate in an orderly manner. After handing the description of the parties she recorded to her immediate superior, Megure Jusan, Miwako Sato still couldn't hold back the doubts in her heart, leaning on the edge of the carriage and looking at the people picking and choosing inside.
"Who knows, maybe someone else is born with supernatural powers." Uehara Katsumi, who walked out of the carriage with an evidence box in his arms, subconsciously glanced at Edogawa Conan who was being taken into the police car not far away. The pair of foot strength-enhancing shoes were on It was so dazzling under the scorching sun.
Miwako Sato, whose attention was also attracted by the movements of Katsumi Uehara and the others, rolled her eyes at the man when she heard this: "This is a 7-year-old child, 7 years old."
"He is 17 years old and he is born with supernatural powers. Otherwise, how can you explain it?" Uehara Katsumi pointed to another evidence box in the carriage and shrugged: "Let the person in charge of the company responsible for this Shinkansen come out and hold a press conference. Let him say that the material of the carriage is equal to paper, and a child can pierce it?"
"Then it must be natural power." Sato Miwako, who bent down to pick up another evidence box, tilted her head and blurted out without any hesitation.
The two people, each holding an evidence box, walked side by side and slowly walked towards the sexy EVO parked aside.
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"Name?"
"Ikeda Formation."
"age?"
"45 years old."
"Home address?"
"..."
"Oh no, you've already been caught and stolen, so why are you still mumbling when you say something? Will telling you your home address make you feel wronged, or do you not have a home at all?"
Metropolitan Police Department, Investigation Section 1, Violent Crime Department 3, Interrogation Room.
After hearing the disrespectful words of the male policeman in front of him, the blond man wearing a long black trench coat couldn't help but feel a little anger rising in his brows.
"Pay attention to your attitude, Uehara." Miwako Sato, who was sitting next to Katsuki Uehara, played with the ballpoint pen in her hand, looking at the information in her hand while not forgetting to follow her habit.
For the two of them, this kind of cooperation is already familiar and understood.
"Mr. Ikeda, you should know what your situation is now. There is no need to engage in such unnecessary resistance." The tip of the ballpoint pen tapped the table. Miwako Sato raised her eyes and looked at the cold-faced blond prisoner, and said in a calm tone: " And if you actively cooperate, I believe the judge may even reduce your sentence as appropriate."
"There's nothing to say. She asked me to buy information about the price of gold. I sold that information to her for 100 million yen. But obviously, I failed this time."
Perhaps because of Katsumi Uehara's comparison, when Sato Miwako was talking, the prisoner named Ikeda Jin was obviously more willing to open up the conversation: "According to my original plan, that idiot will be blown up."
"We have compared the explosion traces at the scene. It is not an ordinary homemade bomb. Judging from the material of the fragments, it has reached the military level. Not everyone can get such a bomb."
After exchanging a vague look with Uehara Katsumi, Sato Miwako continued to ask: "You should know what this means, right, Mr. Ikeda?"
"Of course I do. You want to know the specific source of the bomb, because this thing is very dangerous." He spread out some golden bangs in front of his forehead and tossed his long golden hair over his shoulders. Ikeda Jin had a smile on his face, and his eyes were filled with tears. pleats.
Although the posture looks humble, the tone is chilling——
"In fact, I got this batch of explosives when I went abroad a few years ago. It took me a lot of effort to bring them back to Japan. I believe you have also seen the power. If they exploded normally, the entire Everyone on the Shinkansen will die, including the carriages.”
"Ikeda——"
"Who did you sell to?"
Sato Miwako was about to ask, but was interrupted by Uehara Katsumi who had been observing the prisoner beside her.
"Hey, why don't you cooperate? This...I'm sorry, what's your name?" Ikeda turned his head slightly with a brighter smile on his face.
"Uehara Katsumi, this name is easy to remember." Uehara Katsuki, who signaled Sato Miwako to stop talking with his eyes, put his hands on the interrogation table and slowly stood up. Under the latter's gaze, he walked to Ikeda's side and pressed him with his elbow. On his shoulder, he leaned over and smiled: "If you still can't remember, I can record it and play it on a loop in your ears all day long."
"Officer Uehara, are you threatening me?"
"On the way back, I kept thinking about a question. Why did you choose to blow up an entire Shinkansen line if you wanted to take advantage of it, so that so many innocent passengers would be buried with your stupid client?"
Katsuki Uehara, who did not answer the prisoner's question, grabbed his chin with his left hand and forced him to look at him. The smile on his eyebrows gradually disappeared: "I never thought about it, but you just said that this thing was specially made by you. It was brought back from abroad and it was said that if it exploded normally, a whole carriage of people would die.
"I suddenly had an idea, could this also be a sales performance of yours? By blowing up the Shinkansen to promote the batch of explosives you brought back?
"You can sell gold insider information for 100 million yen. A bomb of this quality must be even more expensive. Use a bomb that can blow up an entire Shinkansen to kill someone who buys gold information and prepares to sell short." Damn it, I doubt how much you can earn from this 100 million. The most common thing for normal businessmen is to just send a bullet.
"But you don't have it, so you have to use this kind of military-grade bomb.
"I wonder if the buyer who bought your bomb was wary, so you probably... needed an explosion to prove it?"
The deliberate smile on Ikeda Jin's wrinkled old face gradually disappeared.
Sato Miwako, who was watching the prisoner's reaction closely, looked completely solemn.
"Looks like I was right, Mr. Ikeda."
Katsuki Uehara, who released the man's chin, smiled and patted his cheek. As he stood up, he raised his buttocks and sat on the interrogation table in front of the prisoner Ikeda: "Now, tell me. Who bought your bomb?"
