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The New Year, except for the special wishes that people give to it, is just an ordinary day.

The most, the most, that is, a little bit more people... billions of points.

"Please allow me to take back my ignorant and superficial remarks." Xuejian Weizhi put on a pain mask, and was squeezed in the middle of the supermarket by a group of round and agile fashion aunties, her nasal cavity was full of the strong aroma of Liushen toilet water.

The red signboard of special offer eggs has attracted the attention of everyone in the supermarket. How exciting is the word "special offer" in bright red!New Years!Is it worth the hard work of the working people for a year to go home without buying a box of special eggs?

Zhi Zhi originally dismissed this, because she brought Gojo Wu's card with her when she went out to buy vegetables today!

Even if the entire supermarket is emptied including the shelves and the foundations, the 0 on the card will not be shaken.It is undoubtedly a great blasphemy and disrespect to money to use such a noble black card to swipe a box of special eggs!

However, the "special offer" is so tempting, how can anyone resist the temptation of a discount?With such a big and bright signboard, are you embarrassed not to take a box and put it in the shopping cart?

"I'm saving money for Teacher Wujo, and I am the one who is thrifty and housekeeping." Xue Jian Weizhi convinced herself, selectively ignoring the mountains of sweets in the shopping cart—all her private goods, a box of chocolates The price was enough to empty the basket of special eggs, which undoubtedly exposed her vicious face of trying to bankrupt Gojo Satoru.

Relying on the taijutsu cultivated in Fukuzawa Yuji's special training, Zhizhi struggled to fight a bloody path, pushing her shopping cart to the cashier to check out.

"Delivery to this address." The little girl lay down on the service desk to fill out the delivery receipt. The clerk at the service desk said with a smile: "Happy New Year, the customer bought a lot of ingredients. Is it the plan?" Are you making Osechi cuisine?"

"Yes, but I didn't do it." Xuejian Weizhi filled in Wutiao Wu's phone number in the contact column, "The teacher thought my cooking was too bad, so he sent me out to buy vegetables."

She hates it so much, the kitchen—the pain of Zhizhi's life.

All the products were handed over to the delivery service. Xue Jian Weizhi walked out of the supermarket empty-handed.

Seiichi Yukimura and Masaharu Nioh greeted Zhie casually in a simple and casual way. They asked Zhie if he would have time to play after the new year, and they also sent Akiya Kirihara's horrible report card to make fun of Zhie.

The detective agency is another style of painting, there are very serious and serious ones such as Fukuzawa Yukichi and Kunikida Doppo, and there are very simple ones such as Oda Sakunosuke and the Tanizaki brothers and sisters.There is also Edogawa Ranpo who yelled "Why don't you come back for the New Year, and leave the famous detective alone in Tokyo! You heartless man!", and simply sent "Happy New Year" Osamu Dazai in four characters.

Xuejian Weizhi paused on the last text message, a little confused.

With her and Dazai's friendship for so many years, Yukimi Mie felt that Dazai seemed a little unhappy.

Could it be that because it hasn't rained recently, Zhijun lost his temper because he couldn't find his favorite poisonous mushrooms in the back mountain?

Chances are, her best friend is as childlike as ever.

Could it be that she was angry because she didn't go to the New Year's shrine together this year?She begged Dunjun and Jinghuajiang to bring their unreliable seniors to spend the New Year together.

"It's so clingy." Xuejian Weizhi scratched her cheek, "It's like raising a cat that is picky and willful."

It's not a big problem, there are no bad cats.

Remembering that there was a big white cat waiting for her to bring food home, Xue Jian Weizhi turned around and wanted to take a shortcut to go home.

"Rang Rang." A deep and eager voice brushed against his ears, and Yukimi Miie took a step back, avoiding the man in the peaked cap who ran fiercely into the crowd.

Under the cap's arm was a bag wrapped in black cloth, and his footsteps were as eager as a Crayon Shin-chan with his butt on fire, walking in a snake's skin on the busy street, drowning in the turbulent crowd of Tokyo.

"Hurry up and reincarnate!" The passer-by who was hit cursed.Xuejian Weizhi walked towards the flower bed by the street with her hands in her hands, bent down to pick up a gold bracelet among the weeds.

Very tasteless nouveau riche aesthetic big gold nugget bracelet, coupled with a mouthful of golden dies, the elements are complete.

"It's so new." Xuejian Weizhi looked at it against the sun, the bracelet was almost unworn, as if it had just been taken out of the counter.

In the judgment of a qualified detective assistant, nine times out of ten it was stolen.

It could have been stolen, too.

"Huh." Zhizhi rubbed the bracelet lightly with her hands, and a layer of particularly light black powder was stained on her fingertips. She sniffed, "... sulfur?"

It is not incomprehensible for those who celebrate the New Year to play with fireworks and firecrackers.Whether you are guilty or not depends on whether you want to blow up the fish pond in your hometown, or a building that was unfortunately selected into the Conan movie version.

"It starts with me to make money." Xuejian Weizhi took out his mobile phone navigation and pointed in the direction, "It's the New Year, give the police officers some performance."

Zhizhi's navigation system is very smart. She entered "a place that can solve bombing and robbery cases at the same time", and the navigation immediately recommended to her 360 five days a year. Every day is either murder or robbery, explosion or kidnapping - Maori Detective Affairs Place.

Artificial mental retardation kindly reminds you: Dear, this detective agency is an annual model worker agency that is still flying red flags after countless Conan movies.It's a completely different detective house from the Armed Detective Agency, which doesn't solve crimes every day but fights with Mafia's coquettish sluts. Kiss must remember the five-star praise.

Zhizhi: Are you looking down on our armed detective agency?Even if there is only one detective in the whole agency, we are the only official cooperative organization in Yokohama!

Good luck, this wave is peer competition again.

Facing the phone to identify the direction, Yukimi Mie was about to rush to the Maori Detective Agency, when the familiar "Rang Rang!" came from beside him again.

The difference is that the previous sound was higher, but now it is lower.

Xuejian Weizhi bowed his head and ran into a certain elementary school student.

"Isn't this the Conan-kun who watched me blow up a cruise ship?" Yukimi Mie followed up with Conan who was speeding on the skateboard, "Coincidentally, I'm about to give you a business."

Edogawa Conan was surprised to find that he was standing on a skateboard that could match the speed of Toru Amuro's white Mazda, but he couldn't get rid of Mie Yukini!

girl!Your speed is a bit scary, isn't it? !

That is, you were not so short when Xuejian, a girl who is like the wind of the ten incredible legends of Lihai University, debuted.

"Don't run away." Zhizhi didn't know why Conan looked at her with frightened eyes - it was a crazy resistance to never be on the same boat with her - she handed over the gold bracelet: "It's the one you're chasing If someone lost it, return it to him for me."

Conan took the bracelet and kept on stepping.He knew that Yukimi Mie was a good citizen—a citizen whose conscience had not yet died out, but the shadow of the bombing of the cruise ship was always lingering in Conan's mind, lingering.

He has cooperated with so many teammates from the red team. It is not that he has never been on a Mazda racing on a train. It is not once or twice to see cruise ships, buildings, and Ferris wheels being bombed, but he has never been shadowed by Mie Xuejian. deep.

this person!Say it will explode!No psychological preparation is given to others!

The robber and bomber he is chasing now is completely insignificant compared to Yukimi Mie. Conan is really afraid that Zhizhi will directly blow up the prisoner into fireworks if Zhizhi intervenes.

But... Edogawa Conan looked solemnly at the red dot navigation displayed on the glasses, and he asked with faint hope: "Can you defuse bombs?"

The bombs left by the prisoners in Tokyo are so numerous and complicated that the police left behind can never dismantle them all. They have to dismantle one without stopping before rushing to the next location, which requires extremely high transfer speed and bomb disposal technology.

"The traffic jam is serious now, and the police cars can't get through at all." Conan thought anxiously, "I can solve part of it with a skateboard... It's not enough!"

Bomb defusing takes time!What's more, the sense of urgency given by the bombs is unparalleled. Dismantling so many bombs in a row is likely to drive the spirit of the bomb defuser crazy, and the consequences are even more unpredictable.

Conan felt like he was asking nonsense, not everyone learned bomb disposal in Hawaii like him, and Yukimi Mie certainly didn't...

"Yes." Xuejian Weizhi said indifferently, "One per second, very quickly."

Conan: "Excuseme?"

Can you say that again?

Listen, is this human?

While speaking, Conan slammed on the brakes and stopped in front of a trash can.

"I'm really nervous now! Don't be joking!" Conan was so anxious that sweat broke out on his forehead. He dug out a terribly simple handmade bomb from among a pile of banana peels. The colorful threads were tangled together. He swallowed. He took a sip and picked up the small scissors.

Xuejian Weizhi took a look with his head, and snapped his fingers lightly.

A cluster of sparks fell on the bomb. Before Conan was shocked and dropped the bomb and ran for his life, the air suddenly twisted.

Together with half a trash can of garbage, a momentary emptiness appeared in front of Conan's eyes.

"Flames and flames formed by mantras are actually not the same thing." Xue Jianweizhi shrugged, "To be precise, my technique is 'burning', which also means cleansing, and it is essentially removing something from the world. Complete erasure—of course, it can also be used as flames or to create fireworks and explosions, the difference lies in the amount of mana input."

Spells, mantras, and brand-new terms seem to have broken Conan's long-standing troubles. He didn't care to think too much, and said eagerly: "I know! Please, there are still many bombs!"

It was only at this moment that he had the idea that this case might be resolved safely.Terrifying speed, inhuman power - with Mie Yukimi, it is not impossible to solve all the bombs all over Tokyo!

"The police have already caught the prisoner." Xuejian Weizhi and Conan split into two groups and communicated through headsets. Conan said, "But the prisoner doesn't have a remote control to stop the bomb with one button, and it still needs to be dismantled manually... Hell! The explosion time he set is the second after the end of the fireworks festival tonight!"

According to tradition, the fireworks will start to bloom in the early morning of the New Year and end an hour later.The prisoner's setting time is the moment when the fireworks go out - he wants his fireworks to continue to write this splendor!

"Fireworks...?" Yukimi Mie, walking through the crowd, subconsciously looked down at his watch.

Terrible, Gojo Satoru is still waiting for her at home.