Conan's Science Manga Artist Kudo Yuuji

What did she hear? Is that Mr. Yoshioka Machiko or Yuji... Knowing that Yuji will change his appearance, Xiaolan's head is now as blank as paste.

Originally, she, Conan and Machiko were brought here by the old man on crutches. When they came to use the toilet, they discovered that the water in the women's bathroom had been cut off for some reason. She came in when she saw that there was no one in the men's bathroom.

As a result, not long after sitting on the toilet, a man's voice rang outside. She was so frightened that she didn't dare to speak. Xiaolan just finished listening to the conversation outside.

"Who is Machiko at home? Isn't Machiko Chris's daughter? Why did Yuji speak in Machiko's voice again? Who is Machiko..."

Pushing open the door of the toilet cubicle, her eyes fell on the cigarette butt on the ground. Xiaolan heard the sound of light footsteps and guessed it was Conan based on her intuitive judgment. She covered her mouth with her hand just as she was about to speak.

[If Yuji is the real Machiko, then...]

Looking at the window, the one-horned girl remembered that Mr. Fujiwara on the other side of the phone asked Yuji to go to the sewage treatment center in Cupido Town.

She made up her mind, held on to the window sill and rolled out. She stepped on the wall and jumped off the fourth floor. Standing firmly on the ground, she ran to a place where there were cars before she stopped a taxi and headed towards Cupido Town.

"It's strange. There is no water in the women's restroom. Did you go to the men's restroom to use it?"

With his hands in his pants pockets, Conan walked into the men's bathroom, ignoring the toilets on the left and pushing open the stall doors one by one.

"It actually has an automatic door. What on earth was this building used for?"

It is four stories high and is only two blocks away from the Suzuki Financial Building. Although I didn't look carefully on the way up, the layout is not like that of the Metropolitan Police Department, indicating that it was temporarily requisitioned by these police officers.

Stopping at the third stall, Conan looked at the disposable toilet seat in the trash can: "Were you here just now?"

After exiting the cubicle, he suddenly felt something stepped on the sole of his foot. He raised his foot slightly, and a cigarette butt happened to fall off. The black sole due to the ash was very obvious.

Taking out his handkerchief and picking up the cigarette butt, Conan heard the sound of his flat leather shoes hitting the floor and turned around calmly.

"Where's Xiaolan?"

He wanted to put the bubble gum out of his mouth back into his mouth, but his face darkened when he saw the layout of the room. He spit out the gum into a tissue, then threw it in the toilet and flushed it away.

"I don't know, Xiaolan is gone." Conan handed over the cigarette butt wrapped in a handkerchief: "Xiaolan is not someone who will sit back and wait for death. There are no signs of fighting here."

"You want to say that the person who took Xiaolan away knew her?" Chris frowned.

"We came up from the stairs on the other side. There are police on the first floor of the stairs here, so..."

Conan looked at the open window: "It's only on the fourth floor. If Xiaolan is coerced, she can subdue the opponent the moment she jumps out of the window sill."

"I see." Belmod pinched her chin: "But what if the other party threatens her, using some reasons that we can't deduce for the time being."

Conan's face suddenly turned ugly. Considering his girlfriend's character, what Belmode said was not wrong.

"I can only ask Hiroki to search for the location of Xiaolan's phone..."

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Breathing heavily, Kikuno looked at Furukawa back and forth with her eyes that could barely open, and finally stopped at Matsuda Jinpei next to her.

"Why do you expect me to stop him? Don't be ridiculous."

Matsuda Jinpei realized something when he realized that the gangsters did not come to rescue Kikuno. Instead, they tied up all the hostages and ran upstairs.

"What tricks are you planning to play again!"

Stimulated by Matsuda Jinpei's nervousness, Kikuno finally overturned Furukawa and spat at him, and then returned to the quiet feeling at the beginning.

"The last step is to evacuate from the rooftop." Kikuno opened his arms: "From the beginning, money was not the reason why we chose the Suzuki Finance Building."

"You are here for the helipad on the rooftop. You can have a way to evacuate after committing a crime." Matsuda Jinpei raised his head, as if he could see the circular helipad through the layers of cement.

"That's right." Kikuno snapped her fingers: "I arranged for the people to be released together with the previous hostages, just so that the people in the building can finally escape successfully."

The police will not investigate the escaped hostages. This kind of thing is impossible without asking, so Kikuno arranged for people who had long been planned to be sacrificed to be mixed with the hostages and deliberately given to the police.

"They brought two fake detonators. It is estimated that the police now believe that there will be no sudden explosion and have arranged for the bomb disposal team to defuse the bomb."

Kikuno admired Matsuda Jinpei's expression, walked behind the counter and kicked out a box, unlocked the lock and revealed the tools inside.

"Can you still have the help of God and beat us in the game like you did four years ago?" Kikuno kicked the box towards Matsuda and pointed at the center of the hostage: "Last time it was a hospital, this time we are playing a bigger game."

Matsuda Jinpei rushed up, knocked down Kikuno who was unable to stand, and put the muzzle of the gun against his chin: "I don't have time to play with you, give me the detonator!"

"Oh, I'm so impatient." Kikuno didn't care about the gun on his neck at all, and poked the curly officer's face with his bloody finger.

"How do you know the bet is the detonator?"

The madman looked at Matsuda Jinpei who was touching his body everywhere, and continued to laugh, comforting him in a low voice: "This is the last time, if you lose, Tokyo will... poof!"

A burst of gunfire suddenly broke out on the rooftop, and then stopped immediately. A gun butt knocked Kikuno unconscious. Matsuda Jinpei held the gun tightly and aimed at the stairs. When he saw a pair of leather shoes appear in the gap between the stairs, he fired two shots at the concrete wall.

"Put down the gun! Put your hands up!"

The size of the leather shoes looked very small to the naked eye, so it was a woman. Matsuda Jinpei didn't dare to blink until the thighs in the office skirt came down. He relaxed slightly and lowered his hands that were holding the gun because he was shaking from the tension just now.

"You actually pinned your police ID on your chest. Which department are you from? Your boss has poor taste." Matsuda pushed his chin up, indicating that the other party should talk about the situation above.

"There are a total of 43 gangsters this time. Excluding those who were caught by us because they were mixed in with the hostages, we just killed 21 and controlled 11, and there are still two."

The woman's face seemed familiar, but he didn't have time to care about it now. The curly-haired police officer shook his head: "Furukawa is not their accomplice this time, but a victim."

"You are wrong, I'm not talking about him." The woman with a single ponytail glanced at Furukawa Shin who was leaning against the wall with tears streaming down his face, and her disgust was very obvious.

"This is what one of the hostages said when he confessed. Before the operation, he was assigned to transport equipment. He saw 43 people on the headcount table, but one person has not appeared yet."

"There is another person..."

Matsuda Jinpei suddenly realized: "It's the person who drove the helicopter to pick them up..."

[Wait, can a helicopter take so many people? 】