Conan's corpse picker

Chapter 2541 [Akai is on the bus? ]

Yuya Kazami looked at the processed photos and hesitated to speak: "But this matter... I think it is necessary to let you know."

Amuro Toru had no choice but to walk deeper into the corridor: "You say."

Yuya Kazami said seriously, "A bus in Beihua Town was hijacked by two armed gangsters. There were more than a dozen passengers on the bus. In addition, although there is no evidence yet, the police suspect that the gangsters are carrying a lot of bombs that may explode at any time."

Amuro Toru frowned: "..." More than a dozen passengers? This is indeed a worrying matter. If he can help, he will definitely lend a hand... But rationally speaking, there are many similar incidents, and this is not within his jurisdiction. Why did Kazami specifically tell him about this?
He felt that there was something else going on: "What exactly is going on?"

Yuya Kazami was at a loss for words: "Uh... In the photos uploaded by passers-by, I saw a figure who looked like Akai Shuichi in the bus."

Amuro Toru: “?”

…Is there such a thing?

Incredible as it was, the corners of his mouth rose instinctively: "It really serves him right. Who made him, an FBI agent, not do his job and wander around Beihua Town every day?"

As he was speaking, he heard Feng Jianyu click his mouse twice and said, "Also, there is another piece of not-so-good news... Mr. Jiang Xia seems to be on the same train."

Toru Amuro: "..."

The smile of one of the undercover agents gradually disappeared. At the same time, Toru Amuro had a feeling of "as expected".

"No wonder Akai suddenly got so unlucky." He touched his chin, sorting out various known situations in his mind, "Maybe that guy knew the identity of Jiang Xia's peripheral members, so he wanted to track him to obtain some information, but Akai didn't expect..."

Thinking of the failure he had experienced due to Jiang Xia's "event-prone constitution", a smile returned to Toru Amuro's face.

...But happy times are always very short-lived - it doesn't matter if Shuichi Akai is killed in the explosion, but everyone else in the car is innocent.

Thinking of this, Amuro Toru lowered his voice and said to Kazami Yuya, "Send more people to keep an eye on the situation over there. I will get out there as soon as possible. Please pay attention to protecting the hostages, except Akai."

……

As the attention of all parties gradually focused on this bus.

In the car, the two gunmen finally got the news they wanted.

"Oh? The police decided to release Yajima Bangao?" The robber wearing a blue ski mask held the microphone with a happy look on his face.

He said to the bus headquarters on the other side, "Then tell Yajima to call this number to let us know after he confirms that he is safe."

He left a number and said, "To show my sincerity, I will release the three passengers in the car. We will release the others after we meet up with Yajima."

After finishing the call, he put the walkie-talkie back in the car and winked at his accomplice.

The robber in the red ski mask understood and nodded at him with a sinister smile.

Then Little Blue Riding Hood and Little Red Riding Hood left the front of the car and picked up their respective ski bags. They brought the two long bags, each as tall as a person, to the aisle, put them end to end, and gently put them down.

The passengers looked at this scene in confusion, not understanding why they placed the skateboards like this.

Conan's heart skipped a beat, and he suddenly remembered the third robber who had not yet appeared - if he remembered correctly, that man was a blasting expert, and this gang of robbers also liked to use bombs. Could it be that... the bombs were in these two bags? !

While the robbers were putting away the ski bag and returning to the front of the car, Conan quietly jumped off the stool using the back of the chair as a cover. He leaned over to the ski bag and tried to unzip it to see what was inside.

However, at this moment, a shadow fell on his face.

Conan: "..."

As if the scene just now was replayed, he looked up stiffly and saw a familiar gun muzzle and a familiar little red hat behind the gun.

"It's you again, kid." The gangster stared at him impatiently and pulled the trigger of his pistol. "Humph, since you are tired of living, I will personally send you to heaven - Hey, kid, stand up!"

Vermouth, with the appearance of a "new doctor", watched this scene among the other passengers, a cold sweat slowly sliding down her back: if she did nothing, Cool Guy would most likely become the first victim here, but if she did... there were so many difficult guys on this bus, she might expose her weakness immediately, and Cool Guy's weakness itself would be exploited.

If the situation gets worse, and Cool Guy's identity as Kudo Shinichi is discovered by some members of the organization, then all the possible insiders around him, especially Angel's family, might all die.

Now, if I want to get out of this predicament...

Vermouth gritted her teeth and quietly looked at the culprit who caused all this: Uzo! What on earth do you want to do by getting into this situation? - If you have something to say, just say it directly, don't always let your scary scripts speak for you!

She looked over, expecting this colleague with a bad taste to turn around, look at her, and then give her a nasty smile...but he didn't.

Jiang Xia just sat in his seat with a normal attitude, looking as if he had no interest in the current scene.

This unwillingness to communicate made Vermouth confused and even more anxious.

At this moment, the gangster's urging voice came again. He frowned and said to Conan: "Stand up! Otherwise I will break your neck immediately."

Conan was pointed at by a gun and his face looked grim, but he could only stand up slowly.

But before he could stand up straight, a hand suddenly fell from the side and pressed on the top of his head.

With a thud, Conan was unexpectedly pushed back to the ground and fell onto his ski bag.

"What are you doing?!" A scream rang out, but the one who screamed was not Conan who was pinned down, but the gunman in front of him.

"Me?" The curly-haired man in black touched Conan's head and sighed softly, "I just saw that the child was very scared, and I wanted to comfort him - look, you scared his legs so much that they became weak."

Conan struggled to get up: "?" Nonsense! You're holding me down and I can't get up... How come you're so strong!
The gunman looked at the child twisting and turning on the ski bag, and said in a cold sweat: "Let go, you hear me!"

The curly-haired man raised an eyebrow, a little surprised: "Have you forgiven him?"

“Forgive me…” The gunman took a deep breath and tried hard to swallow back the curse words. “Alright, this won’t happen again. Now, get that brat back to his seat!”

The curly-haired man nodded with satisfaction: "Yes, you are a really good person."

As he spoke, he was not polite. In front of the robbers, he picked up Conan and put him back on the seat next to him.

(End of this chapter)