"You are so awesome!"
"So cool!"
"Conan, you are truly our savior!"
Fortunately, the three children gave a certain detective some comfort, otherwise he would have really struggled with the meaning of his desperate leap over the broken bridge.
"Ouch, it hurts me to death..."
Conan put the flashlight on the ground, freed his hand to rub his butt, then looked around and said, "No one is injured."
"Well, so far, you are the most injured one." Ye Gengyi was very honest.
Does it also include psychological trauma? Conan looked depressed.
Regret flew over +1
"Let's go to the top floor. Conan, you are responsible for contacting Officer Memu." Ye Gengyi finished the arrangements, turned on the flashlight on his mobile phone, and walked at the front: "With 5 children and 2 adults, it is no problem to leave by helicopter. "
2 adults...
"Brother Gengyi, you mean..."
"Ruyue Fengshui, he didn't take the elevator, and I didn't see him here. He should still be on the 75th floor."
"Sure enough, brother Gengyi, you already knew he was the serial murderer, right?" Conan struggled: "Why, why didn't you tell the police before!"
"Because the time of Yuan Jiaming's death does not match up." Ye Gengyi looked at several people and said: "But I can't think of a reason for you to commit perjury."
Well...
Conan's body froze, and he had to hold back from speaking out about the speculation about the black organization.
In order to conceal his emotions, he quickly took out his mini phone and called Megure Thirteen, requesting helicopter rescue.
Then he climbed the stairs with everyone in silence.
Here, Ye Gengyi also took the time to re-draw the plan.
Conan would fly over from the broken bridge, which was something he didn't expect.
Moreover, listening to the tone of the little detective's words, I am afraid that he has already understood the cause of Yuan Jiaming's death. Therefore, instead of pretending not to know, it is better to express his doubts directly, so that Conan will not worry about the organization out of concern for the organization. Tell yourself the truth.
But...Ruyue Fengshui is still going to die.
Even if the master painter stayed in the building, he had thoughts of committing suicide.
"Impossible! How can our young detective team help others to perjure themselves!"
Seeing that Conan remained silent, Mitsuhiko quickly cleared their name.
Ayumi also said timidly: "Yes, Brother Gengyi, when Mr. Yuan was killed, we were indeed at Master Kisaragi's home..."
"Brother Gengyi, I really want to eat eel rice..."
Hey... there seems to be a strange sound mixed in.
Conan was still thinking of a reason to change the topic, but he didn't expect that it was Yuanta who helped him out this time.
"Come to the doctor's house another day and I will do it for you."
Ye Gengyi's matter-of-fact tone calmed down everyone's slightly impetuous mood.
Conan smiled and said: "Yanta, don't be willful, hurry up and go upstairs, the fire is about to start!"
"I know, for the eel rice!" Yuantai was full of fighting spirit.
Not long after, everyone returned to the safety exit on the 75th floor.
Conan turned on the watch-shaped flashlight and said, "Brother Gengyi, could you please take them to the roof first? I'll be there later."
Ready to bring Ruyue Fengshui to justice?
"It's too dangerous." Ye Gengyi said.
"Don't worry, there will be no problem! I have this!" Conan shook his special watch, "It's a prop made by you and the doctor."
Ye Gengyi was silent.
It was because of this that he felt danger...the danger of his identity being exposed.
"Together." Ye Geng said.
"Oh...Okay, then they..." Conan looked at Ayumi, Mitsuhiko, and Genta.
"You go upstairs and wait for the helicopter." After Ye Gengyi finished speaking, he turned and walked into the banquet hall.
Conan: "..."
Are you planning to let him persuade you? As expected, Brother Gengyi is still as willful as ever when it comes to talking to himself.
Without wasting too much words, the three children were very sensible today. After Mitsuhiko took the flashlight hand, he shouldered the heavy responsibility and walked directly towards the top floor.
Here, Ruyue Fengguo is indeed backstage in the banquet hall.
He stared at his painting blankly, noticed the sound of footsteps behind him, and then turned his head in surprise.
"you..."
"Come and ask you to go upstairs together. The fire is about to burn." Ye Gengyi said.
Conan: "..."
Aren’t we here to reason?
"Haha, I think there's no need for that." Ruyue Fengshui turned back to look at his painting, "You guys can go."
"To be honest, I really don't want to attack the elderly." Ye Gengyi clenched his fists and prepared to step forward.
"You...what are you going to do?!" Ruyue Fengshui was shocked.
"Brother Gengyi, you don't have to force yourself like this!" Conan hurriedly ran between the two of them to stop them.
"I don't force him. I don't have any sympathy for him. I just feel that if I hit him too hard, it will be very troublesome afterwards." Ye Geng said.
Three people: "..."
Is this comfort? Why does it feel like a threat...
Ruyue Fengshui was completely stunned.
He felt that this young man was really not easy to get along with.
"Ahem...Master Kisaragi, you'd better come with us," Conan sweated, "otherwise we have to suspect that you are staying here to commit suicide out of fear of crime..."
As he spoke, the little detective also started the reasoning mode regardless. Except for the case involving Hara Jiaki, which was slightly vague, in the other two cases, the methods used to kill Representative Oki and Mio Tokiwa were revealed. He said he hit eight or nine points.
"Awesome... It's like I saw it with my own eyes," Ruyue Fengshui looked at Ye Gengyi with emotion, "Young man, I have to admit that you are very good, but you actually think of teaching children to reason. It is ironic. As a teacher who killed his students with his own hands... am I incompetent?"
Conan: "..."
Even though he didn't use a voice changer or an anesthetic needle, the credit could be given to Ye Gengyi. Did he already have the ability to become invisible?
the other side.
The Twin Towers skyscraper is 800 meters away on the street.
Here, it happens to be the maximum boundary of the controllable range of the bomb detonator.
Gin sat in the car.
Vodka stood on the side of the road sweating, but he didn't dare to say anything.
The laptop computer with the organizational software was currently connected to the transmitter that Vodka had previously carried.
On the screen, three small red, yellow and blue squares representing the progress bar are rotating continuously.
About a few minutes later.
Just listen to a 'beep' sound, the dialog box pops up, and the final result of this inspection appears on it:
【everything is normal. 】
Vodka panicked, "Big...brother, you...listen to my explanation, I really didn't press it!"
Gin looked at it coldly, "Oh, it didn't click? Maybe there was something wrong with the bomb."
"I really do not know..."
Vodka tried hard to recall his previous actions, and boldly reached out and pulled out the controller from the laptop: "At that time, I was holding it like this, and the other hand was holding the phone. If I pressed it like this If so, it’s impossible not to notice it!”
While saying that, he also gave a demonstration.
So, just two seconds after the finger pressed the red button.
In the distance, there was an explosion on the top floor of the Twin Towers skyscraper, followed by thick black smoke from burning diesel.
The two saw with their own eyes that the helicopter used for rescue was driven away by the fire and could not land to rescue people in a short time.
"Hmm..." Vodka said numbly: "Brother... the controller seems to be really not broken..."
Gin: "..."
