Conan: I'm really not a model worker at a winery

Chapter 67 It's very scientific, very core, and mildew

The sound of gin froze for three seconds.

After a while, he said with a difficult voice: "You just said that you received a text message?"

"Yes, what's the matter?" Lie asked strangely.

Gin supported his forehead weakly, "...No, I mean, what did you use to receive the text message?"

Lie said normally, "Mobile phone."

Gin: "..."

Is he wrong or the world is wrong?

Qin Jiu glanced at his big brother who was on the phone, and he was very sure and sure, this thing has not yet developed the function of sending text messages.

He silently raised a question to his little friend: "Then why don't you send me a text message?"

"Ah?" Lie was stunned for a moment, and replied naturally, "Because big brother, your mobile phone can't send and receive text messages."

"...Then do you think it's reasonable for your mobile phone to be able to send and receive text messages?"

Gin looked out of the window, wanting to jump down to see if he was living in a dream.

Is this world really material?

He was curious.

And on the phone, Lie was already a little unconfident by his question, he stammered, "Then, it should be normal, right?"

"...When will your mobile phone be able to receive text messages? And what kind of mobile phone is it? How old is it?"

Gin took out a small book that had only a few pages, opened a new page, grabbed a pen and was ready to go.

"Just today..." Lie's voice was a little weak, "Look? It's a rectangle with a bit curved sides, 12 buttons... smaller than the palm of your hand, right?"

Gin: "..."

today?

Is Lie's mind not clear?Suddenly changed to another type of mobile phone and didn't think there was any problem?
Gin asked another question: "How many years is it today?"

Lie replied without thinking: "91 years."

Well, the time is right.

Can……

Qin Jiu looked at the appearance of the mobile phone drawn in the notebook, and then compared the size of the mobile phone.

Lie's mobile phone should be an old man's phone...the more rounded one.

"So, you still think there's nothing wrong with it?" Qin Jiu rubbed the space between his brows.

Determined, Conan's world must not be material.

"But... that policeman's mobile phone is similar to mine, it's just a flip cover..."

Gin: "..."

Hey guys, flip phones are out?

Their time is more than ten years behind!

"... Forget it, next time you ask other people if they are normal, anyway, I am tired."

strong:"……?"

What's the matter, big brother?

After hanging up the phone, Qin Jiusheng continued to flip through emails without love.

People's mobile phones can send text messages, but he can't.

...but why?

Why did this huge gap suddenly appear?
Qin Jiu read the email, and suddenly a possibility popped up in his mind, and he drew Lie Tian's itinerary in the notebook.

"Lie just changed today... That is to say, when he stayed in Yokohama, his mobile phone should still be the same as mine." Qin Jiu wrote out his thoughts, "Then the problem only appeared after coming to Tokyo , and the only direct contact with Lie is the policeman..."

So, could it be because of the police that the mobile phone has changed?

"...It's still a bit outrageous."

Gin poked his forehead with a pen.

He remembered, the smartphone in Scotland's pocket last time...

At that time, only Shuichi Akai and Bourbon were present, but Shuichi Akai didn't have a mobile phone yet, and only Bourbon had one, but Bourbon never took it out to look at it later.

So Bourbon's mobile phone at that time...could it also be a smartphone? ?

……

Forget it, why should he consider this non-material world problem.

But Gin always felt that there was a layer of film between him and the truth, as long as he found the needle, he could solve the case...

Gin: "..."

Could it be that he has dementia again, so he forgot some key points?
Well, it seems that I have to buy some medicinal materials and boil them to replenish my brain...

Originally, Gin had finished all the affairs after five o'clock, and planned to catch up on a few hours of sleep.

But I was stunned by two weird mobile phone incidents and completely lost my sleepiness...

In the end, the gin was all night.

All-nighters are the norm - self-soothing from the gin.

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However, apart from gin, there were a few other people who also spent the whole night with serious thoughts.

Rice Market.

A man vents his anger incessantly in an apartment building:

"Damn it! Damn it! Those incompetent policemen...why didn't they explode! Why!"

He obviously put a bomb in the hospital, why didn't it explode? !Obviously no police went there!

The sinister man vented all night, thinking hard for a long time, and he didn't know why. He just swore in his heart that he would blow up those policemen next time.

……

Tokyo Metropolitan Police Department.

Only the on-duty personnel are left in the Metropolitan Police Department...

However, as far as the number of cases in Tokyo is concerned, staying up all night is the norm - the helpless confession from the police officers of the Metropolitan Police Department.

Search a lesson.

All the police officers who were on duty all night were tired, but their faces were full of joy from top to bottom.

Can you not be happy?When had they stopped a bombing as successfully as yesterday?And there were no casualties at all, and the superiors had already named and praised their class.

However, there was only one person, with depressed eyes and no happy expression on his face, looking at the computer seriously.

It was Matsuda Jinpei.

"I said you...you have been frowning all night." His partner, Miwako Sato, was also working overtime, and came over with a cup of coffee, "Why are you crying so much when the case is settled? Come, coffee."

"Thanks."

Matsuda Jinpei took the coffee and took a sip, his eyes still serious, and said to Miwako Sato:

"It just prevented the explosion... The prisoner hasn't been found yet, has he? In this way, the case is far from being resolved..."

Miwako Sato had a helpless expression, "That's right..."

But the criminal is so cunning, it is too difficult to find out.

"Besides, I can't rest assured that the man wearing the helmet hasn't been found for a day."

Matsuda Jinpei extinguished his cigarette, staring at the screened member information with a solemn expression.

"But, that person helped us dismantle the bomb anyway, maybe he is a good person?"

Miwako Sato tried to comfort her.

Comfort failed.

Matsuda Zhenping shook his head: "It's definitely not a good person... It's unknown why he took the bomb, and it may be other criminals."

Although there is no evidence, he just has this hunch.

And possession of explosives is also illegal.

"And, didn't you see it? He jumped from the 70-meter-high Ferris wheel, basically jumping to the ground at a speed of free fall, and escaped into the crowd like a normal person..."

Matsuda Jinpei took a deep breath, "This person is too dangerous."

Later, he also used some small tricks to try to swindle people out, but unfortunately he failed.

Finding this person is tantamount to finding a needle in a haystack, and it is even more difficult.

Miwako Sato: "..."

Why didn't she feel threatened by that person?

Could it be that Matsuda became angry from embarrassment...

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