The Phantom Thief of Heart! But Conan.

"Hello, what's the matter?"

"I am the one who stole that batch of explosives from the Toyo Gunpowder Depot."

"what?!"

"If you don't want to cut off the only channel of contact with me, give me your mobile phone number..."

Standing at the entrance of the laboratory, Haihara Ai listened to the movements in the living room. After Conan received the news and rushed out of Dr. A Li's house, he silently hung up the phone in his hand.

As soon as she heard the conversation, she quickly called Tang Ze, then relayed the entire process without saying a word, and hung up the phone without saying anything.

Karasawa has Kudo's locator in her hand, and she knows this very well.

But when it comes to an emergency, such as now, with Kudo's character, it is impossible for him to ask for help from others. If Karasawa cannot react immediately, a small problem may become serious.

"Hey, Xiao Ai, have you finished the experiment?" After hanging up the phone receiver that Conan had left aside, Dr. Ali noticed the little girl walking up from the basement and said hello with a worried look. He glanced at the back of Conan who was walking away from Juechen.

The person on the other side of the phone didn't speak loudly during the entire conversation. He only vaguely caught a few words like "Those kids are going to get into trouble" and "Green Park". I hope it's not a serious problem...

Dr. Ari quickly dialed Officer Megure's number. Haibara Ai glanced at his movements and walked past him on soft cotton mops.

She entered the kitchen, placed the coffee cup beside the refrigerator, and glanced down at her cell phone, which was sending a message notification sound.

[OK, received. 】

After turning off the screen, she untied her white coat and shrugged: "Well, the cultured bacteria are growing well. You can rest assured."

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"Tsumukkawa Green Park..."

The skateboard under his feet was moving swiftly along the shortcut in his memory. Conan muttered the address given by the prisoner and hurried on, constantly thinking about various possibilities.

The other party claimed to be the person who stole the explosives, which was slightly different from his and Tang Ze's previous judgments. He was more inclined to believe that one group of people stole and made the bombs, and another group wanted to use it to achieve their goals. people.

However, judging from the words used on the phone, this mysterious contact person obviously wanted to take all the responsibility. In other words, he subconsciously regarded himself as the principal culprit in the case and did not think that the party who provided the props would be responsible for it. What impact does it have on itself?

Not like a partnership. trade? Acquired by accident? Or is it that this person himself doesn’t know who the producer is?

Conan was thinking as he quickly rushed towards the green park, crossing the road and driving in the wrong direction on the motorway, completely ignoring traffic regulations and sprinting.

His attention was all focused on the road ahead, and therefore, he did not notice the person approaching him at the same time, wearing a sweatshirt and covering his face with a hood.

He put away his skateboard, ran with his short legs, and quickly entered the park surrounded by green plants with the people around him who covered his figure.

Tsumukkajin River Green Park, as the name suggests, is a waterside park built on a river embankment. It has dense vegetation and beautiful scenery. There is also an open space enough for many sports. Now it is full of people walking and having fun. s student.

However, Conan noticed the noisiest people immediately.

"Misuhiko, do you know it's a foul for you to do this?" Genta, with his hands on his hips, complained dissatisfiedly, "How long have you been playing, it's my turn, right?"

Tsuburaya Mitsuhiko, who was rubbing the joystick in his hand attentively, didn't even look back, and looked at the plane flying across the sky intently: "Don't make trouble, this is not an ordinary airplane toy, it is a simulated aircraft model, and it is difficult to control. Just wait until I thoroughly understand it." I’ll teach you again after I learn it.”

Ayumi Yoshida watched the smooth model plane pass by again and rush into the sky, and she also puffed up her mouth: "I want to play with it too. Maybe you can't learn it, let me try it!" "

"Why are you here!" Conan was shocked when he realized who the "those children" the prisoner was talking about were referring to. "What's going on with that remote control!"

Could it be that this prisoner's investigation of Kudo Shinichi's identity has reached such an in-depth level that he has even included Edogawa Conan's relationship?

"Oh, Conan!" The naughty children waved to their running friends without any sense of danger. Ayumi explained with a smile, "A kind-hearted uncle with a beard gave it to us."

"He said, this is a bomber!" Yuantai added in high spirits.

"Bomber...!" Feeling bad, Conan raised his head, observed the 1-meter-long toy plane, and quickly discovered something unusual.

The bomber is indeed a bomber. If you look closely, although the paint color is slightly different, this aircraft looks like a simulation model of the B-29 bomber.

There is just a black object that looks like a missile hanging from the bottom of the aircraft. It can be said that it is a structure that simulates a missile on the model, but it is a bit too big compared to the size of the aircraft.

Could it be that it is a bomb? !

"Misuhiko, give me the remote control!" Shouting, Conan dropped his skateboard and rushed over quickly.

"What are you doing? Are you going to jump in line?" Kojima Genta immediately became unhappy and blocked Conan. "It's my turn next!"

"No, this one has a bomb on it!" Afraid that he would be ignored by the students if he said he was relaxed, Conan reminded loudly, "Danger may happen at any time!"

"what?"

"what?"

The two people who were still fighting for control of the remote control were stunned. Their hands trembled, and the heavy remote control was thrown out in the subconscious action of the two people.

...and then was firmly grasped by a hand.

"Bomb?" The visitor firmly grasped the remote control in his hand and turned it to the front, "What kind of bomb?"

The speaker was wearing a white sweater jacket, with the hood tightly buckled on his head. It was difficult to see his face clearly from the side, but a few elementary school students at a low altitude could see it clearly from the bottom up.

"Kitagawa Yusuke!" Conan was undoubtedly impressed by this face that he had only seen once not long ago, and he called out his name in one breath.

The other party raised his head and glanced at him indifferently. He had no reaction to him calling him by his first name. He just lowered his head and continued to ponder the remote control in his hand.

Conan, who was in a highly nervous mood, had no time to care about anything else. He just reminded loudly: "Be careful, don't let that plane get close to the crowd!"

The plane will be handed over to the children. The prisoner's purpose is not to set off fireworks to cheer everyone up. Presumably the other party wants to use the bomb to create some volume and attract attention.

The aircraft that had just taken off lost control of the remote control and began to glide downwards while maintaining inertia.

Kitagawa Yusuke, who was holding the remote control, looked up at it, moved the joystick twice, and said in a leisurely tone: "I haven't played this before, so I'm not very good at operating it."

ah? ! Then why are you holding it in your hands? If you don’t know how, just leave it to others!

The wide-eyed Conan was about to take off and snatched the remote control that was a matter of life and death. He saw Kitagawa Yusuke turning around and raising his leg like a baseball pitcher.