Yuanshen everyone has become my figure

The two raised the fire and started cooking.

As the smoke gradually rose, the audience off the stage gradually began to salivate.

"It turns out that this stage play has been going on for so long, and I haven't had lunch yet."

"Damn it, it's fine if you can't smell the scent through the phone screen, why can't you smell the scent when watching a stage play!"

"Is it possible to cook like this? I learned!"

Chu Luye looked at Xiao Xiangling's dishes that were about to be prepared on the opposite side, and suddenly felt that he didn't need to compare any more.

Due to the limitations of materials and environment, neither of them could make any gorgeous and complicated dishes.

Chu Luye makes Yangang Sanxian, while Xiao Xiangling makes spicy pork buns.

The dishes for both of them are already out of the pan.

Xiao Xiangling looked at the prepared dishes, and suddenly discovered a very serious problem.

"The dishes are ready, referee, what should I do?"

Chu Luye and Xiao Xiangling looked at each other: "Maybe..."

"Lulu!"

At the beginning of Luye, he couldn't find it everywhere, and the demon god of the stove, Marcusius, who couldn't be found even after summoning the domain, came out from behind the statue in the temple at this moment.

To be more precise, he was lured out by Xiangling's spicy pork buns.

"Ah, this is..."

Xiao Xiangling immediately felt familiar with this unknown creature, but couldn't name it for a while.

"It's rice crust."

Chu Luye lowered his eyes and looked at this little creature who had happily started eating spicy meat buns, "I think the winner has already been divided."

"You mean, it's the referee?"

Xiao Xiangling looked at this little creature named crispy rice, picked up a pair of chopsticks and tasted it, then raised her head to meet Shangchu Luye's gaze.

"I don't think it's fair."

Chu Luye was a little taken aback: "Why, what?"

"Because your cooking is delicious."

Xiao Xiangling pursed her lips, showing a little unhappy look: "And I seem to know it, and know that its favorite dish is spicy pork buns, so it's not fair."

But Xiangling didn't know that the referee would be rice crust before cooking?

Chuluye was puzzled.

However, Xiao Xiangling continued to talk: "In short, this competition can't be counted, we will compete again in the future."

She raised her head and looked at Chu Luye seriously: "I promise you a request first, and after a while, you must compete with me again."

Chu Luye was stunned, and nodded slowly.

"it is good."

Xiao Xiangling laughed: "Then what do you want me to promise you?"

"I want, you agree, dream, fusion."

Chuluye said word by word.

"Dream fusion?"

Xiao Xiangling showed a puzzled expression, but soon, she laughed again.

"Forget it, I agree."

Don't you even ask what that is?

Chuluye was puzzled again.

And Xiao Xiangling seemed to see what Chu Luye was thinking, and said with a smile: "Because I think I know you too, and you are definitely not a bad person."

There was a huge rumbling sound outside the mountain, like a giant beast roaring.

Chu Luye knew that it was the sound of the flood pouring into Jinghu Lake with nowhere to vent.

This means that Marcusius' dream will come to an end, and Chu Luye will bid farewell to Xiao Xiangling.

Listening to the huge movement outside, Xiao Xiangling seemed to have a premonition of saying goodbye.

She waved to Chu Luye.

"Don't forget to compete with me, next time, I will definitely beat you with dignity!"

"Lulu!"

Guoba also grabbed the spicy pork bun in his hand, jumped up and waved his short hand vigorously.

The dream dissipated like a cloud.

The surrounding scene changes back to the real stage.

Conan and Matsuda Jinping, who were assisting off the stage, had sharp eyes and immediately began to search for places where the bomb might be hiding on the stage.

Chu Luye also quickly recovered from his emotions and began to look for bombs everywhere.

The words of the bomber echoed in his mind.

[As long as the prince wears the crown, he will press that button for me! 】

It can't be the crown. There is no way to hide such a large dose of explosives and drugs in the crown.

It won't be under the floor either, the floors here are all movable.

As for the steel frame, he had checked that there was no explosives in it.

Then, the only place where a bomb of that size can be hidden and has a special meaning for the bomb.

——The throne behind Hatsano.

Just when the eyes of the three locked on the prop throne at the same time.

Officer Megure's email was sent to Matsuda Jinpei's cell phone.

【Found her son! [picture]】

Matsuda Jinpei quickly clicked on the picture, and Conan immediately went to look at it.

Surprisingly, the son of the bomber was not very old.

Or in other words, he's still a kid about Conan's age.

Conan even recognized the little boy, he was the kid who praised the fairy on the stage "so handsome!"

Matsuda Jinpei immediately gritted his teeth: "That bastard——!"

"I know where he is!"

Conan didn't care about cursing the bomber, grabbed Matsuda Jinhei's arm and rushed towards the seat where the kid was sitting.

After learning that the bomber's son was just a child without self-judgment ability, the police guarding outside immediately rushed in and began to evacuate the audience.

There was a mess in the performance hall.

The audience is confused.

"What's going on, why did the police suddenly come in?"

"What happened?"

"Wait a minute! Let me finish this episode! This is the first time I've seen Prince Shadow being crowned!"

No one guessed that events were so close to them.

A bomb about to explode is just a few meters away.

"Coronation..."

Hearing this awkward keyword again, the little boy took out the remote control from his pocket.

He remembered what his mother had told him.

"So the drama is about to end..."

"Little brother."

A face that tried hard to smile amiably, but looked very stiff and out of character appeared in front of the little boy.

The little boy was taken aback.

"You, you, are you a bad person?"

"No, no, I'm not a bad person."

Matsuda Jinpei repeatedly waved his hands in denial. In order to gain the little boy's trust, he even took off the sunglasses that he hadn't taken off in the dimly lit performance hall.

"But you look like a bad guy."

The little boy was very wary.

"My mother told me that when I meet a bad person, press this button, and the bad person will not be able to hurt me."

Matsuda Jinpei's face darkened.

But at least he didn't say something like "Your mother is lying to you".

Instead, he said patiently: "But this thing is very dangerous. Pressing it down will hurt many innocent people. Uncle is a policeman. If you give this to Uncle, Uncle will properly dispose of it."

"Really, really?" The little boy seemed a little convinced, but he hadn't completely let go of his vigilance.

"There are a lot of villains on TV who pretend to be policemen. You have to show me the policeman's ID, so that I can trust you."

The little boy thought for a long time before he could hold back the name of the certificate.

"Okay." Matsuda Jinpei showed a little smile, took out his police officer's card from his pocket, and showed it to the little boy.

"It's really Uncle Police..."

The little boy opened his mouth blankly, hesitated for a moment, and handed the remote control to Matsuda Jinpei with some reluctance.

"Then I'll give this to you, Uncle Policeman, you have to treat it well."

Sounds like giving away some beloved bear doll.

Feeling that the matter was about to be properly handled, Matsuda Jinpei felt a little more relaxed, and joked in his heart.

The remote control was handed to him.

Matsuda Jinhei saw the details that he hadn't seen clearly because of the dim light and the little boy's movement of covering the protection with his hands.

- There is only one button on the remote.

In other words, this bomb can only be activated, not deactivated.

An ominous premonition hit Matsuda Jinpei's heart.

A bomber who would let his son, who was only a few years old, take over the task of detonating the bomber, a bomber who would remove the stop button on the remote control device, and a bomber who made two-handed preparations for the operation.

Will she have third-hand preparations?

Had she considered the scenario in which her son hadn't pressed the detonation button?

One in each hand, Matsuda Jinpei picked up Conan and the little boy and began to sprint out.

He yelled, "Run! It's—"

Having already disassembled the throne props, and seeing the appearance of a bomb inside the throne, Hatsushikano said to himself.

"...time bomb."

The last bar of the energy bar disappeared so unexpectedly.

But the use of this grid of energy is valuable.

Zhongli, who has been surfing the Internet intensively for the past few days after getting the phone, can already understand most modern vocabulary, was blown out by this word.

Over Chu Luye's shoulder, he saw the bright red numbers on the LCD screen.

"3--"

"2--"

"1--"

"Fortified."

A jade shield caught the bomb that was about to explode at the last second.

"boom!"

Matsuda Jinpei threw himself on the ground subconsciously, and at the same time did not forget to protect the two children under his body.

The other policemen who hadn't left did the same.

But the expected burning and pain did not come.

The policemen hesitantly opened their eyes and looked towards the stage.

A pair of dark eyes met their gaze.

Still wearing costumes, Chu Luye looked at them calmly as if he was dressed up for a performance.

The scorched black marks produced by the explosion were only limited to a circle in front of him, which formed a sharp contrast with the intact floor outside the circle.

"This is, am I dreaming?" A policeman muttered to himself, expressing the feelings of other policemen.

And being suppressed by Matsuda Jinpei, finally struggling to get out, the disheveled Conan has already rushed to the stage with a very quick reaction.

"you……!"

Conan subconsciously wanted to ask Chu Luye how he managed to limit the explosion of the bomb to such a small area.

But when he looked up and saw the emotional fluctuations in Chu Luye's eyes hidden under the calm appearance, Conan suddenly realized that no matter what mysterious identity the other party had, at this moment, he was just a person who had just faced the bomb and saved everyone in the performance hall. — including Conan himself — the innocent victims.

Conan took a deep breath, swallowed all the doubts and collapses in his heart, stretched out his hand to help Chuluye up from the ground, then raised his face and smiled sweetly at Chuluye: "Brother Chuluye, I will help you out."

In fact, Chuluye, who had seen something more exciting than a bomb, glanced at Conan with some doubts, reached out and grabbed the hand that Conan handed him, and said politely, "Thank you, thank you."