[Net King + Conan] Time Lost City

The bomb on the Tokyo Tower did not explode. It was expected, but it was also unexpected. It seems that not every policeman toasted to the spirit of fearlessness, greedy for life and afraid of death, and sacrificed the lives of countless people to protect themselves.

The prisoner stood on the flyover near Didan High School, the blood in his veins was boiling, and the burning sensation almost made him want to laugh wildly. This is an excellent place to watch the explosion of bombs, and countless people will scream and be displaced. , cowardly policeman, what a price you will pay for your cowardice.

The ticking of the stopwatch never stopped.

The expected explosion did not sound, but the whistle of a police car roared over. The prisoner was stunned, and then the cell phone in his pocket vibrated. There are only two words: waste, and a few exclamation marks that are connected together.

The prisoner put the phone back into his pocket almost immediately. He looked left and right, and most of the passers-by looked as usual. Occasionally, someone who was curious about the police car leaned on the railing and pointed his head.

The prisoner put on his sunglasses, put his hands in his pockets, and strangled his neck to pretend to be calm. A guy in strange clothes walked towards him. His unfit suit was not even fully buttoned. The sunglasses on the bridge of his nose were black and brand new.

He stretched out his arm, which was slender with perfect proportions, blocking the prisoner's way, with a cynical smile on his face, and a profound city mansion.

"Where are you going?" He asked unhurriedly.

"What are you doing?" The prisoner was vigilant, "I'm going home from get off work, can you control me when I get home from get off work? Go away, I want to go home!"

"Oh?" The man looked playful, "Usually, when a person is lying, he always likes to repeat what he made up to prove it. This is an act of deception."

"What does this have to do with you?" The prisoner was not so stupid as to be easily clichéd.

The man nodded: "Indeed, there was a case at Didan High School. Guess what happened? Kidnapping? Should I be glad I finally found you, murderer?"

The prisoner took a few steps back almost subconsciously. The man in front of him was wearing sunglasses, but the prisoner could still easily feel the sternness on his face, and he could pierce his heart with an arrow.

Their actions have already caused commotion among the people around them. There are always very few pedestrians coming and going, and there are still people trying to see the excitement. The man took out his police officer's card from the pocket of his incongruous coat: "The police are arresting the murderer. Others People get out of the way."

One-on-one is not a disadvantage to him, and the prisoner finally stopped pretending: "Matsuda Jinpei, it's you, it's you, are you really not afraid of ruining the lives of people around you if you are still alive? You were the one who deserved to die three years ago. "

There was no emotion on Matsuda's face, and Bafeng looked at him without moving. The prisoner tried to continue, but he silenced before speaking, because a few meters away from his head, the muzzle of a black short gun was pointed at him.

"You'd better shut up, because guns don't have eyes."

Matsuda's threats are real, he said harsh words, and there will be cruel moves in response. People he knows know him well, such as Sato Miwako, Matsuda Jinpei's toughness and machismo are vividly reflected in all aspects, Even when having sex in bed.

Sato jumped up almost without thinking about the consequences. She was much shorter than him by a head, and hugged him from behind just at the chest position, and she could push his arm away to prevent the pistol from going off.

"You can't kill someone, even if he deserves to die." Miwako Sato's voice sounded frightened and frightened. She hugged him tightly, holding his sleeves with both hands. The temperature and feeling of his body were familiar, except She was still a little unaccustomed to the lack of a faint smell of tobacco.

Matsuda put down the gun, and held Sato's hand behind his back with the other hand. Their hands were cold and wet, with calluses on their hands. He watched the prisoner jump down from the bridge. The movement was not smooth, but it was safe. Landing, threatening the police with a bomb, and successfully threatening people for three years, of course not stupid.

But now that his appearance has been exposed, it is only a matter of time before he is caught and brought to justice.

Matsuda patted Sato's hand and sighed: "I won't kill him. The person who wants to find him is Mu Liu. She has more hatred than me. We need to close the case before she finds the culprit."

Sato let go, stunned: "Can she find the prisoner?"

Matsuda's face was slightly condensed, and he habitually felt for cigarettes from his pocket, and when he reached in it was empty, he realized that he was still in the no-smoking period, and the coat he was wearing was not his.

He glanced around and quickly locked the direction.

The prisoner ran into a nearby factory that was about to be abandoned. It used to be molten steel here, but later several dozen people were injured at work. The boss compensated and went bankrupt, and closed down the factory in frustration, and did not rent it out. There are so many unjust people. No one wants to touch it, it's unlucky.

He was already panting when he ran up to the fourth floor. There shouldn't be anyone here, but he saw a little girl at the broken and cracked window, holding a typical Japanese long sword in her hand. On the side of her face, there was a warm temperature reflecting her smile, and her eyes were bent into a beautiful crescent shape.

"When people run away, they always choose to hide in an uninhabited place that can be attacked and defended. Near Didan Middle School, I can't think of a more suitable place to hide than here." The little girl spoke loudly, with a gentle voice and a calm expression. Like the most ordinary everyday conversation.

The prisoner spoke gruffly, disdainful of the little girl's so-called deduction, he fled here subconsciously, but there were other reasons: "Are you provoking me? Are you sure I will appear here?"

Asakura Muliu nodded: "It's guesswork and luck. If you don't come, then let the law punish you. Although I will not be reconciled, but you came, so..." She raised her hands sword.

The prisoner sneered, laughing at her foolishness: "Are you going to kill me here? Just rely on you?"

Asakura Muliu explained to the other party with a good temper: "You have been in the crime business for so many years, it is not difficult to install a bomb to kill someone, let alone kill a person, since I came here before you came here, why don't you want to believe it? I'm ready? Have you smelled the detergent?" Mu Liu took out a small bottle from his arms with his gloved hand, "This is saline water. If you accidentally spill it on you, it will hurt you." It will neutralize the surrounding acid cleaners and produce chlorine gas. There is no one here, and there are no monitors. I have made a perfect alibi. Who will know whether you committed suicide in fear of crime? Poison can be disguised as biting your tongue. Suicide is common sense, right? Of course, although this method of death is easier, it is not wise. Do you want to hear about the second method? It’s just a pity that there are doors and windows here, which is not suitable for secret room murders. I can list no less than ten secret room murder methods for you."

The prisoner was dumbfounded, and the little girl in front of him spoke with a warm smile as she listed things that she could easily kill, speaking clearly and slowly with a smooth rhythm.

Asakura Muliu changed the subject: "But I won't do that."

The prisoner was a little confused.

Mu Liu smiled at him, still with that kind of stubborn sincerity, at this moment she looked very stupid to others, she said: "Although I really want to do this."

Her expression suddenly became sharp, like a blunt knife being sharpened. In her eyes was the hatred he was familiar with, permeating like blood, and his hanging heart suddenly relaxed. Such a reaction...is normal.

"But they don't want me to do this, so I will send you to the police station with my own hands, and you can choose to resist." She lifted her chin slightly, and the 17-year-old girl still had baby fat that had not completely faded on her cheeks. Looks and actions don't actually have much convincing.

The prisoner looked at her: "If I resist, you will threaten me with salt water."

Mu Liu had no self-knowledge that she was threatening others, so she nodded with peace of mind. Of course, she would not let the prisoner escape easily.

At this time, there was commotion downstairs and the sound of footsteps approaching from far to near. Presumably Matsuda Jinpei or other policemen were chasing him, and the prisoner saw the needle and ran towards another window.

Mu Liu raised his foot to chase after him.

The prisoner climbed over the window, and when Mu Liu caught up with him, he was about to jump down. This is the fourth floor, and he would at least be disabled if he jumped down like this. In a few seconds, he grabbed his sleeve at the critical moment.

I don't want the prisoner to take advantage of the situation and grab her arm, as if I will drag you to pay for my life even if I die.

When Mu Liu turned out of the window, Matsuda Jinpei just rushed over, followed by Sato and Takagi, the man in handcuffs in Takagi's hand had a face with the person holding Mu Liu.

They caught the prisoner, so who are you?

This was Mu Liu's only thought after falling from a high altitude.

The man holding his hand suddenly laughed, and when she fell to the ground, Mu Liu flew up, and the scattered feathers fell on her slender eyelashes. The man has a very ungorgeous side face, a pair of warm blue eyes behind a thin monocle on his right eye, and short black hair on his forehead.

The hang gliding wing behind him cuts the gradually darkening sky, half of which is heavy black, and half of which is spotless white, Kaitou Kidd, why are you here, and he seems to know how to hug a girl quite well It looks better, and you don't have to worry about it getting lost.

He was flying in the air intently, like a big snow-white bird, leisurely, and Mu Liu had to hold on to his sleeves. Although she didn't have a fear of heights, it was the first time she tried this way of flying. She was very worried about such a safety factor, and regretted that she hadn't bought a safety insurance in advance.

Kaitou Kidd looked down and saw Asakura Muliu's wrinkled bun face, he was more anxious than curious, he was about to break the silence, he didn't want her to speak first.

"Mr. Phantom Thief...can you send me to the police station and surrender myself?" She looked serious.

Kaitou Kidd couldn't answer fluently, his facial muscles stiffened for a moment.

"Hey, miss, is this the first sentence you said to your savior?!"

The author has something to say: the last sentence is always the highlight