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The countdown to the explosion is imminent!

For a time, the patrol police in Tokyo were mobilized, running around the streets and alleys and every dark corner, in a hurry.

Unlike the bomb-disposal police who are wearing thick explosion-proof suits and facing the enemy, Yukimi Mie spends all her time on the road and looking for bombs. The really complicated bomb-disposal process only takes one second for her. The meaning comes and goes like the wind.

Because of this, the responsibility on her shoulders is the heaviest.

"I understand Wutiao teacher a little bit." He didn't even stop to take a sip of water. During the boring parkour process, Zhizhi's thoughts diverged, "It's the same when the teacher exorcises the curse spirit. The work is not difficult, but commuting is special. Long."

Gojo Satoru needs to build barrier-free passages for teleportation, otherwise the creatures blocking his way will be directly crushed into mud.

The farther the distance, the less barrier-free it is. Gojo Satoru can only take transportation honestly most of the time, and is wasted by long business trips.

In fact, this process should be very boring to Gojo Satoru, and Xuejian Weizhi can fully understand it.Because super-level spells and bomb defuses, which are terrible in the eyes of others, are really easy for them, and they don't even need to lift their fingertips an inch.

"Doing repetitive boring work every day, protecting people who are too weak for him, will he feel tired?" Xue Jian Weizhi snapped her fingers, the bomb was burned into nothingness before her eyes, and hurried over Shocked expressions appeared in the eyes of the responding SWAT.

Yukimi Mie waved his hand as a signal, turned around and rushed to the next location before the person in charge could express his gratitude, and continued to repeat the previous operation.

It might be tiresome to do such a job for a day, but Gojo Satoru has been doing this for many years since his high school days, day after day, year after year.

"As expected of Teacher Wutiao." Zhi Zhi stretched his waist and cheered up, "I'm still far behind!"

It's a little annoying, but helping others is a joy, and she loves to do it.

Because it is meaningful, so a little bit of hard work is worth it.

"Is it in time?" Xue Jian Weizhi couldn't help but look down at his watch while rushing to the next location.

The cold mechanical pointer walks inexorably according to the established trajectory, and the time passes by every minute and every second.

It was getting dark, and the white sky was replaced by orange.The winter sunset ends early, and even the afterglow is taken back.The black velvet cloth gradually covered the sky, and the crooked moon and twinkling stars hung in the sky one by one, illuminating the lights of thousands of homes in the world.

If there hadn't been this sudden case, now Zhizhi would be at home with Gojo Satoru in the warm kotatsu watching the Red and White Song Concert, vying for an egg tart or a pineapple bun.

On the kotatsu was the exquisite and delicious Gojo Gojo special Osechi dishes, both in appearance and taste, which made her turn grief and anger into appetite and eat a big chopstick.

Also on the table were peeled orange peels.Squeeze the orange peel hard, and the small mist sprayed in the air is full of the sweet and astringent taste of sweet orange.Peel the orange petals one by one and put them on the stove. Wait for them to dry slightly, and bite off the plump and plump flesh. The sweet and sour taste is not greasy.

With the curtains open, the host’s countdown on the TV and the voices of the people outside the floor-to-ceiling windows are integrated. When the count reaches “five”, the eyes of the two people in the room will move to the sky together. look at her.

The fireworks are reflected in the house through the transparent glass, reflected in Gojo Gojo's indescribable eyes.

A stream of blue, like the Milky Way water falling from the nine heavens, stirs up fog and waves to disturb the silent winter night.

The hands of the clock pointed to eleven fifty-five.

There are still 5 minutes until the fireworks start.

Watching fireworks together is obviously something that Xuejian Weizhi promised herself, but she is about to miss the appointment.

In any case, it was impossible for her to rush home at twelve o'clock.

"Conan." Xuejian Weizhi sighed, and chatted with Conan on the inside while rushing on the road, "Did you let other people's pigeons go? Do you want to apologize afterwards?"

Kudo·Shinichi, a workaholic whose case is bigger than his girlfriend: "Let it go, it's okay, I dare you next time."

The old pigeon is smart, coo coo coo.

"Really? Your girlfriend has a good temper." Xuejian Weizhi didn't care why this boy who seemed to have just entered elementary school was able to chat with her, "But it's hard to deal with me here, and harakiri may not be enough .”

"Is your girlfriend difficult?" Conan was so busy dismantling bombs and guiding Yukimi Mie that he lost his mind, he said without hesitation.

"Yes, it's difficult." Zhi Zhi worried, "If the sex changes, it will definitely be difficult to deal with on the level of being a seductive girlfriend."

Only this, no need to doubt.

"Because you missed the fireworks tonight?" Conan heard a few words, and knew that Yukimi Mie was going to spend the New Year with important people today, but he had to run around with them to dismantle bombs when an emergency happened.

He was also a little embarrassed, Xuejian Weizhi really helped a lot today, and police officer Mumu kept saying on the phone that he must apply for a certificate of bravery and give it to the little girl.

"I can't catch up." The pointer pointed to twelve o'clock mercilessly, and the fireworks exploded in the sky, making the night as bright as day.

The fleeting beauty, because it is like a rain of fire, gives people the illusion that the show will never end.

Standing under a firework, Yukimi Mie looked up at the gorgeous sky.The gauze covering her left eye was taken off long ago on the way, and the petals in the pupils of different colors bloomed, reflecting the brightness of her eyes.

The girl stands among the cheering crowd, they are reunited, she is parting.

There are still more than 20 small red dots displayed on the phone. I don't know where the prisoner got so much leisure time. His hands-on ability and mobility are a little bit stronger, which is a talent.

Why bother, with the perseverance of this ant to move, returning home to grow sweet potatoes is no more profitable than robbing?

"One hour, 27 bombs, across Tokyo." Yukimi Mie looked back at the sky, took a deep breath, pressed the headset and said, "I can continue."

"Please." Conan said very seriously.

Attempts to commit crimes under the cover of fireworks are petty thefts every year, and the police force is forced to detach part of the police force to deal with emergencies.

The people in the bomb disposal team didn't have a bug like Yukimi Mie, and there were not many people who could continue to work.

With more power, more things can be done, she firmly believes.

"I'm a little sorry for Mr. Wujo, but he definitely understands."

Because if Gojo Satoru stood in Yukimi Mie's position, even if he really wanted to go home and celebrate the New Year with his students, he would never leave so many people and so many bombs behind.

Feelings of regret, worries, feelings of having to do...don't need to say it.

"Next year, let's watch the fireworks together again."

Even so, Xuejian Weizhi was still a little unwilling.

She is not someone who will say give up, even a little possibility is worth fighting for.

Xuejian Weizhi looked at his watch frequently, counting the minutes and seconds.

Fireworks exploded overhead one after another, and clusters of sparks ignited on the bomb boxes on the ground, like a musical movement played in unison.The huge roar is the most deafening countdown, and it is also like broken gold quicksand pouring down from an hourglass.

There are 10 minutes left for the fireworks to end.

10 minutes.

5 minutes.

3 minutes - "I'm done dismantling! I'll go to Conan for the rest! Happy New Year, Mina-san!"

The strings tied in the hearts of all the policemen were loosened at once, and the channel that was pinned to the top of the internal line was beeped off, and the last sentence of blessing made the policemen who had been busy all day laugh.

"Thanks for your hard work!" "Happy New Year!" They wished lively.

Conan, who was pressing the earphone on the other end of the internal line, heaved a sigh of relief, and couldn't help revealing half-moon eyes: Hey, what does it mean to leave it all to him.Really, he ran away after dismantling, leaving him as a "primary school student" to deal with the funeral.

Yukimi Mie took off the earphones.She ran for a day and barely used any means of transportation-I don't think she can run fast.The physical strength is a little weak, and the breath is not very stable.

Zhizhi hadn't been so tired for a long, long time, her legs were trembling, and her heart seemed to be jumping out of her chest.But her speed didn't decrease at all, instead, she sped up a bit because of expectations and motivation.

At the last moment, if you give up, you lose!

"Hello—Teacher Gojo! I'm back! Come downstairs, come downstairs and pick me up!" Yukimi Mie called Gojo Satoru while running towards home.

Previously, Xuejian Weizhi only sent a text message to Gojo Satoru when he and Conan were chasing the prisoner, saying that she would come back later.Afraid of disturbing Zhizhi's investigation, Gojo Satoru has not contacted Xuejian Weizhi since then. As soon as he answered the phone, he heard the little girl's panting voice.

It sounds like he's exhausted, and I don't know which guy who is looking for death is looking for trouble for someone in the New Year. He must need a lot of space to wash his brain.

Gojo Satoru didn't even have time to get his coat, so he got up and went downstairs.

The starry fireworks exploded tirelessly, welcoming those who wear the stars and the moon to go home.

In the last minute of the fireworks festival, Yukimi Mie threw herself into Gojo Satoru's arms.

She has no strength, really no drop, if Wutiao Wu let go of her hand, she can praise him for standing still.

"I'm sorry I'm late." Xuejian Weizhi couldn't catch his breath, and said repeatedly, "The fireworks seem to be over, but it doesn't matter, I can manually set it off for you, and you can watch it for as long as you want!"

The girl's cheeks were flushed unhealthily, and the hands holding the hem of the man's clothes were so tight that they turned white. It looked like the result of exhaustion, and she insisted on using spells to fill him with fireworks.

Gojo Satoru didn't know what to say, he was silent for a while, and patted the little girl's back lightly.

After running all over Tokyo, I must have run back to coax him at the end. I must be exhausted.

Stupid branch.

The man rubbed the girl's cold hair with his hands, Gojo Satoru hugged Zhizhi, and led her to see the blooming flowers in the sky.

"See anything?" he asked.

"Very beautiful." Xuejian Weizhi said honestly, Wujo Wu didn't speak, and the hand holding her waist was held firmly in the air.

Seeing and watching, Xuejian Weizhi's eyes widened.

She looked at her watch suspiciously, then looked up at the sky: "The time... seems to have passed?"

Isn't there only an hour of fireworks show?She remembers it clearly.

"It will be played for one night." Wujo Wu's eyes showed a sly smile, "I promised to take Zhizhi to the sky to watch the fireworks, Wujo teacher never broke his promise."

"You didn't see it, how could the fireworks end?"