The Savior of the Tokyo Metropolitan Police Department

"Yamashita, brother Yamashita... huh..."

Mu Mushisan, who was old enough to run wildly with a beer belly, was physically overwhelmed, and his breathing was disordered and short.

"It's time for you to lose weight, police department." Atsuto Yamashita, who was in a better mood, teased in front of Sayuri.

"…………"

For the sake of Yamashita Toruto being the first to find the hostages, Mu Mu Shisan decided not to argue with him.With a big wave of his hand, the members of the bomb disposal team who followed him immediately began to clear the field.

It's important to defuse the bomb.

"Everyone get out first."

Even the people from the bottom of the mountain were unceremoniously cleared out.

"Thanks to you, Brother Yamashita."

Mu Mu Shisan, who patted his subordinates on the shoulder, had a feeling of comfort in his tone.

"This is just the beginning, Police Department." Atsuto Yamashita leaned against the wall, staring fixedly at Building No. 3, completely lost the previous relaxation in front of Sayuri.

The people who were taken away by the kidnappers were Sayuri and Matsumoto Kiyonaga. Although Sayuri was rescued now, the kidnappers still had a more important trump card in their hands - Matsumoto Kiyonaga, the manager of the first search section of the Metropolitan Police Department.

"The real game is just beginning now."

Atsuto Yamashita stuffed a cigarette into his mouth, his eyes were extremely gloomy.

Although he didn't really like that self-righteous Kiyonaga Matsumoto who always liked to play the parent, but this man was Sayuri's father after all, and he had indeed helped him in the past.

"Police! Gasoline barrels were found on the edges of the corridors in Building 9!"

"What did you say?!"

"Hurry up and organize people to quickly remove those things!"

"Police! Several unconscious mortuary managers were found in the woods to the west of Building 9!"

"Police!"

"Police!"

"……………………"

When the police forces were all in place, the nails buried in and around the mortuary by the prisoners were pulled out one by one.

Megushisan, who personally commanded, went to the front line together with Takagi and Chiba, and only Atsuto Yamashita was left on the aisle waiting for Sayuri's bomb disposal to end.

"There is still no trace of the prisoner."

"The people in Building 3 have become much more honest after being frightened by you firing three shots in a row."

Using a transforming device to simulate the voice of a police officer, he called the Meguro Police Department and told him that there was a lot of gasoline around Building 9. With his hands in his pockets, Conan stepped on the stairs and walked slowly to Atsuto Yamashita.

"Gasoline and bombs, that bastard has no money and wants to be a boss."

Hearing this, Toshita Yamashita sneered, and the cigarette in his mouth was not lit for a long time.

"How is Sayuri-sensei?" Conan, who was also looking at Building 3, asked.

"From an emotional point of view, it should be just excessive fright. To be more specific, I need to go to the hospital for an examination." Atsuto Yamashita sighed.

Originally, what happened to Toshihiko Takasugi disturbed her, but now she was kidnapped...

"Yamashita-kun, the bomb has been defused."

Conan still wanted to continue asking, but the appearance of the members of the bomb disposal team made him shut up.

"Thank you."

"No, it's the responsibility."

After bidding farewell to the bomb disposal team, under Conan's gaze, Atsuto Yamashita re-entered the gloomy morgue.

【never mind. 】

Conan shook his head and walked down the stairs again.In the morgue, Sayuri Matsumoto was weeping intermittently.

"Okay okay, don't cry."

"Isn't this already saved? If you cry again, be careful that your eyes will go blind."

Open your hands and embrace people in your arms.

Atsuto Yamashita stroked Sayuri's back with his right palm, but obviously he was not very good at comforting people.

"Turen, father, father, he—"

Ring Ring Ring!

The urgent phone rang, instantly interrupting Matsumoto Sayuri's crying to her younger brother.

"My, my phone?"

Hastily dug out the cell phone in the pocket of the brown jacket, Matsumoto Sayuri's astonished cheeks still had tears that hadn't been wiped away.

"I'll pick it up."

In doubt, Atsuto Yamashita took the mobile phone away from her hand and pressed the answer button.