Conan: I am really a good person

Chapter 254 Thank you Fox (-in-)

The moment the explosion came, the bank guests were all in a different state.

Some people were still confused and screamed subconsciously. Some people reacted in a hurry and wanted to leave the bank immediately, but their steps were unsteady due to the explosion. Some people immediately had sharp eyes and stood up suddenly, looking at each other a few times. Suddenly rushed to the second floor.

Tsukamoto Sumi had no time to care about others, and no energy to look around.

She is still a child, only ten years old this year. She is a primary school student. She came to the bank to deposit money with her mother.

So: They have a nice pile of cash on them.

It was so rich that even before the turmoil started, Tsukamoto Sumi imitated the TV in a serious manner, like a mole sticking its head out. From time to time, she would look around and pay attention to the people around her.

She noticed that the person sitting next to her was a very young man. He looked gentle and gentle, but he actually had a bad temper and seemed a little irritable when he was on the phone.

She also noticed that there seemed to be a lot of people around her who came to make deposits, and like her, they were carefully looking at the people around them.

It's just that those people were not children, but mature men. This observation became obvious. Tsukamoto Sumi noticed it easily, and secretly speculated: Even men are so nervous? The money they have to save must be more than what my mother and I have to bring!

Somewhat happy again: If you encounter a bad robber, the bad guy will rob the uncles who have more money first, and they can take the opportunity to escape!

Because of this, as soon as the radio sounded and the commotion broke out, Tsukamoto Sumi reacted, immediately jumped off the chair, dragged her mother and ran away.

She held her mother's hand tightly, even calmer than an adult mother, and ran towards the door, not forgetting to whisper, "Mom, protect the money!"

Her mother was calling her, "Sumei, please slow down."

Soon, there will be no need to be slow anymore.

Because the bomb exploded, the whole bank shook.

This movement was actually not that big. For Neon, who had been experiencing minor earthquakes for almost three days and large earthquakes for five days, it was a movement that he could open his eyes and glance at in his sleep before closing his eyes and falling asleep peacefully.

But this wasn't an earthquake, it was a bomb.

Some people's legs were weak and they fell to the ground, while some people were panicked and froze in place like dumb parrots.

Mrs. Tsukamoto was the former. She knelt on the ground holding the seat, covering her faintly outlined belly with one hand, her face turned pale, "B-bomb..."

"Really a robber!"

Tsukamoto Sumi turned around, scared, worried and anxious, "Mom!"

She wanted to help her mother up quickly and run away together, but she also wanted to reach out and touch her mother's belly, and she also wanted to kiss her pale mother.

The people around were in chaos. Tsukamoto Sumi gritted her teeth. Just as she was trying to help her mother up, she saw her mother being helped up by the young man sitting next to her and helped to her seat.

The young man's expression tightened and he whispered: "Be careful, the crowd is in a panic and a stampede may occur."

He raised his head solemnly and looked at the people who stood up suddenly, "Be good, kid, your mother is a little scared. As a man, can you protect her bravely?"

"...the radio rang again."

The young man was not repelled by the broadcast, and his tone was calm, unlike an unlucky customer who came to handle business but had the misfortune to rob a bank.

Tsukamoto Sumi's hair style was short. She was startled. She didn't explain that she was not a boy, but just had her hair cut short. Instead, she nodded vigorously, "Yeah!"

"I will protect my mother!"

In the chaos, the door of the bank slowly closed, and the broadcast continued to sound, the voice was a little careless, "One, two, three, wooden people, when I am not looking at you, you can do whatever you want, whether it is walking, calling the police, Or run away,"

"But if I look at you, you have to stop everything,"

"If I catch you moving around..."

The radio amplified the laughter, and said: "However, there seem to be a lot of people who do not follow the rules and leave the starting line without authorization,"

He seemed to be saying to himself, "Get rid of the thorn first, and then play the game."

There were shots fired.

There were quite a few people who stood up suddenly, and some of them stayed in the bank hall, trying to maintain order and explaining their identities as bank staff.

More, about two-thirds of them, were well-trained and rushed to the second floor while drawing their guns.

But they only rushed to the direction of the stairs, and before they even rushed in, red plasma was splashed on their bodies.

The leader was startled and ran a few steps inertly.

The radio sounded, and the speaker imitated the sound of a gun being fired, "Bang!"

He said cheerfully: "Unfortunately, you have passed away. Police officer who died heroically, please fall down."

The police officer looked down at the blood marks on his chest, his face changed repeatedly, and finally he lay down and pretended to be dead.

The movement and speed of his lying down are a little fake. If it were a normal moment, everyone would have realized that it was fake, and it was the kind of fakeness that would make people dissatisfied with his acting skills if they saw it on TV.

But amid the panic, people only quickly paid attention to the most frightening thing: after the gunfire, someone really died!

So the panic was pushed to the next level again.

The gunfire continued, and screams were heard from the stairs on the second floor. It seemed that someone had witnessed the shooting.

One after another, police officers fell down with resignation on their faces.

Some people were shot from the front. They saw their 'moment of death' and also saw the situation inside the stairs: a man wearing a bank work uniform kept shooting, and behind him were some guests on the second floor. .

They never expected that the staff member they were following turned out to be a gangster, and they never expected that the gangster would suddenly shoot at the moment when the police glanced at them and relaxed their vigilance and defense against their group.

Others were shot in the back.

The five or six police officers who were at the rear were shot in the back. They didn't even react immediately. Only a few seconds after blood spattered, they reacted belatedly and subconsciously reached out to touch their backs. A hand full of blood.

The person who shot from behind was...

Tsukamoto was stunned.

She raised her head and stared blankly not far away. She had clearly been kind enough to help them and helped her mother up, but now she fired with a calm look on her face, killing several enemies neatly, and then suddenly turned her gun on the target. own young male.

The young man smiled apologetically, "You are a hostage."

He smoothly carried Tsukamoto Sumi to his seat, spoke a few words to Mrs. Tsukamoto very quickly, and handed out two business cards.

During this process, his gun was pointed at Tsukamoto Sumi, like a robber holding a hostage and confronting the police.

…But where are the police now?

Tsukamoto Sumi's mind went blank, her eyes became round, and she stared blankly at the young man. She subconsciously took the business card and found that before she knew it, the bank, which was originally in chaos, had become quiet again.

Not just quiet.

The radio was talking. The young-sounding voice with a smile thanked some people for providing wrong demonstrations, and friendly reminders of the correct starting position for the game: squatting down with your head in your hands. Many guests immediately squatted down on the spot with their heads in their hands, and they knew they were very skilled at it.

The guests on the second floor also filed down and silently squatted nearby.

In just three or four minutes, the entire bank went from peace, to chaos, and back to orderly silence.

Almost everyone squatted on the spot.

The radio voice was satisfied, "Great,"

"Then let's start the game, shall we? On the count of 'one', I will close my eyes, and no matter what you do, you can do it."

"Three, two, one, please move."

Most of the guests didn't move.

They exchanged glances with each other in panic, because the citizens of Neon had zero experience in dealing with psychotic criminals. For a moment, they were a little unable to react, and they were not sure whether the words broadcast were true or whether they were just trolling for bad reasons.

I wasn't sure if I would get shot in the head if I moved.

And:...how to determine the 'eyes opening moment'?

They couldn't see the robber who was talking at all, and they didn't know if the other person really closed his eyes or when he would suddenly open them.

The most important thing is: the bank door is closed.

If the bank door is open, the unlucky customers who are closer to the door will grit their teeth and try to rush out, but the door is closed and the glass is bulletproof, so they cannot get out at all.

Since there is currently no way out and they cannot be rescued even if they move around at the risk, more people froze their legs and feet and still squatted obediently with their heads in their hands.

Only some people took action, the police.

They did not hesitate, or even pretended to be ordinary citizens, using mobile phones to make calls, or calling directly using walkie-talkies. Some of them deliberately lowered the range of movements and sounds, and some deliberately increased the range of movements and sounds, making it seem like "someone has called the police." information spread.

The tense atmosphere in the hall, which was like walking on a high-altitude tightrope, relaxed a little.

Until the radio sounded again, "Qiang Qiang Qiang!"

"Oh, I saw it, someone was moving."

"Hagiwara, the man at your nine o'clock position."

Tsukamoto Sumi saw the staff member who came down from the second floor with other guests and was one of the few standing in the lobby suddenly move. He drew his gun without hesitation and fired in one direction.

A splash of blood splashed out.

Most people didn't even see the appearance of the person who was shot and the appearance of 'death', so they subconsciously closed their eyes and screamed.

There was a panicked movement near the staff member who fired the gun, and the hostages subconsciously moved away.

This is actually considered a move. Before the broadcast announces that he is going to close his eyes, it actually violates the rules of the one-two-three wooden man game.

However, the broadcast only named the location of another man and did not pay attention to the surge of panic. The staff only obeyed the order and did not shoot at the people at their feet.

He quickly walked towards the 'dead' just now, took out a few pieces of white paper from his pocket, and slapped the 'dead' on the face.

There were a few words on the white paper, but the words were pointed at the face. Others could only see the blurred and upside-down words through the back of the paper. Even the hostages nearby did not dare to seriously identify what they were. A quick glance saw the white paper slapped on the upper half of the 'corpse''s face, just enough to cover the eyes.

The staff walked towards the stairs again, handing out papers to the nearby 'corpses'.

The atmosphere near the stairs was better. The hostages stared with wide eyes as the staff handed out papers one by one.

For some reason, Tsukamoto Sumi felt that the hostages nearby seemed to have stepped forward to appease the others, and they were not so afraid. There were still some who dared to whisper to their companions, but were shot down by the staff with a single shot. , disappeared into the squatting crowd, and the people nearby became quiet again, squatting peacefully with their heads in their hands, and stopped making small movements.

This is strange.

When a corpse appeared, the hostages didn't want to hide. They didn't have any instinctive reaction to stay away from the corpse, and they didn't even have much panic. It was so strange.

But before Tsukamoto Sumi had time to think carefully, she tensed up when the young man who had fired the gun before came over.

She watched helplessly as the young man walked to the seat, lowered his head and said a few words to his mother. Her mother, who had always been a bit weak and timid, was still able to speak, saying something like her stomach didn't hurt and she could persevere. if.

The young man's tone was gentle, "You can go out in half an hour at most. If you feel any discomfort or have a stomachache, please raise your hand and tell me, and I will arrange for you to go out immediately."

It's not like a robbery.

Tsukamoto Sumi became confused and looked at the young man. What made her even more confused was that her mother actually refused with some embarrassment, saying that she could wait and there was no need to go out immediately.

The young man nodded when he heard the words, without forcing himself. He noticed Tsukamoto Sumi's alert and confused eyes. He looked over and whispered something incomprehensible, "My voice was too low just now, the child didn't listen." arrive……"

"I just sent you a card," he pointed at the white card that Tsukamoto Sumi was holding tightly in his hand, with a gentle tone, "take a look at it first, okay?"

Tsukamoto Sumi stared at him warily for a few times, and then at her mother. She was really confused about the current situation, so she lowered her head and glanced quickly.

She met a pair of fox eyes.

The fox is printed on the corner of the white card, looking sideways. The lines outline the arc of its jaw and its fluffy tail. Its eyes are a more orange-red color, like the setting sun, and are particularly long and narrow, with some curved arcs. , looks like a vivid fox with a wicked sense of humor.

Not scary.

"Look at the other side," the young man spoke again, his voice low, as if he didn't want other hostages around to hear, "Don't be afraid,"

"Brother is the messenger of the fox. He will help the kind-hearted child and her mother."

He slowly raised his hand and touched Tsukamoto Sumi's head in slow motion, "I didn't recognize you were a girl just now, I'm sorry."

It’s too much trouble to explain to children.

So, looking at the child who was looking intently into the fox's eyes, Zhu Fu Jingguang reached out and turned over the business card in her hand, "The fox is very powerful. My brother is the messenger of the fox, and he is also very powerful. This card The card is a stand-in card. As long as you hold it, in the eyes of others, you are the person who was shot and died. After the police arrive, you can go out directly."

"No one will stop you,"

"Brother is going to maintain order. Now be obedient and take care of your mother first, okay?"

Tsukamoto Sumi stared at the words on the business card: [Cause of death: Shot in the forehead. ]

She turned the business card back and looked at the red-eyed fox, "...Okay."

"Thank you, brother."

"…Thank you Fox."

(End of this chapter)