Non-mainstream Conan viewing style

A helicopter from a TV station roared past over Teitan High School, breaking the tranquility of the campus. Students looked up and talked about it.

"What's going on? This time it's the TV station's helicopter." Suzuki Sonoko said with a puzzled look.

"Did something really happen?" Mao Lilan frowned, feeling uneasy.

The invigilator tried to maintain order in the examination room. He raised his hand to signal everyone to be quiet: "Hey, students, we are taking an exam now. Please be quiet." However, his voice revealed a hint of nervousness.

Suzuki Sonoko looked at the nervous look on the invigilator's face and felt even more uneasy: "Oh no, oh no..."

The invigilator was indeed listening to the TV report through his earphones, and his face became more and more serious. The radio station reported: "The time is now 11:40, and there are less than 20 minutes left until the predicted explosion time."

[Suzuki Sonoko, I didn't expect our teacher to be the one who remained calm in the face of danger! She didn't even panic when she heard the news.

Invigilator, the explosion will not affect our school. Besides, I trust the police. I believe they will not let the Dongdu Tower disappear. 】

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Outside the Dongdu Tower, the bomb disposal captain's anxious voice came through the intercom: "What did you say? You said we can't cut the wires? But there are only three left!"

Seeing this, Sato Miwako decisively snatched the phone from the bomb disposal captain and shouted to Takagi Wataru on the other end: "Takagi, what are you doing? Hurry up, cut it off! Time is running out!"

However, Takagi Wataru's voice was unusually firm: "No, no, it can't be cut. There is a hint in the codeword left by the bomber, which Conan analyzed. The LCD screen will show the location of another bomb, and we must wait for this hint to appear."

[Takagi Wataru, I actually wanted to cut it, but the scissors weren't in my hands! In that case, I might as well be more righteous.

Megure Jusan: I don't quite agree with my subordinates making such a choice.

Jinpei Matsuda, Conan, I think I like you more and more. 】

A trace of tears flashed in Sato Miwako's eyes. She cursed angrily and helplessly: "What are you talking about? There are less than ten minutes left!"

Takagi Wataru took a deep breath and continued to explain: "I know this is dangerous, but I can't let Conan face it all alone. At the same time, I also want to minimize the casualties of innocent people. Conan will look at the prompts, and then I will tell you over the phone. This is the only feasible way at the moment. I'm sorry, but you can understand, right?"

At this time, the voice of the on-site report echoed in the air: "Four minutes left, four minutes left before the explosion on site. The teenager and the police officer trapped in the elevator who were threatened by the bomb have not been rescued yet. Time is passing by every second..."

The reporter's voice was filled with anxiety and anticipation: "Will the fate of the trapped teenager and the police officer disappear along with the Tokyo Tower, the symbol of Tokyo? Please stop the bombing if your conscience has not yet been extinguished."

The bomber heard the report from a distance, and his heart was in turmoil. "Conscience?" he murmured to himself, his thoughts returning to the unforgettable night seven years ago.

(Memories)

The conversation between the bomber and his accomplice echoed in his mind: "I, I still can't believe it went so smoothly."

"Then turn on the radio and listen to the report. Listen to our achievements."

A report came from the radio: "The bomb countdown is still ticking."

The accomplice's surprised voice: "Huh?"

"Mr. Prisoner, did you see that?" the voice from the radio continued.

"Could it be that the remote control doesn't work?" The accomplice's voice was filled with despair.

The bomber responded indifferently: "Never mind, the money is already in hand."

However, the accomplice chose another way: "I, I will go tell the police how to stop the bomb." He ran to a phone booth and tried to tell the police how to stop the bomb, but was discovered by the police. On his way to escape, he was hit by a speeding car and unfortunately died.

The bomber was filled with anger and hatred: "The police... those bastards. They took advantage of his conscience. They took him, took him..."

(End of memory)