Chapter 57 (Previously Chapter 56): A Taste of Black and Red: Please Run Away...

Remember to bring your defense arguments to the court hearing.

Inside carriage number 36, Zhuge Tongzhi sat with his head down on his calves, quietly waiting with Hagiwara Kenji for Matsuda Jinpei to finish his phone call.

On the other end of the phone was the deputy, who had been thrown off the Ferris wheel. He had just received the address of the second bomb and was anxious because he couldn't get through to the phone. He finally breathed a sigh of relief and began to report on the bomb disposal situation at Beika Central Hospital.

"That's great, Officer Matsuda! Now you can defuse the bomb right away." The deputy's voice, a mix of surprise and despair, came through the microphone, his voice amplified by his emotional outburst, reaching the ears of the two people behind Matsuda Jinpei.

"Is Officer Hagiwara alright? Damn it, why are there four kids on the Ferris wheel?!"

"Just now, just now a woman flew up there," the deputy said, his voice trembling. "And a bespectacled elementary school student ran right into the Ferris wheel. If there's an explosion, I really don't know what we'll do."

“It won’t explode.” After learning the second location, Matsuda Jinpei began dismantling the remaining parts, holding his phone between his shoulder and shoulder as he said, “Hagi froze the mercury column beforehand, so the bomb’s switch wasn’t activated.”

“It made it easier for me to bypass the bomb and deal with this screen,” Matsuda Jinpei said, glancing back at the two people who had started whispering behind his back. His eyes darkened when they fell on the freezing spray on the ground. “A very innovative solution.”

But rather than saying that Kenji Hagiwara's actions were innovative and bold, it's more like he came prepared after reviewing the exam paper in advance.

After all, which bomb disposal officer would carry a bottle of freeze spray with them beforehand? When encountering a bomb with a mercury control lever, they would generally choose to dispose of the bomb without triggering the switch as much as possible.

If the mercury switch is unfortunately triggered, then it's a race against death.

He withdrew his gaze, still adhering to the original bomb disposal plan, preserving the power supply system first. He snapped a thin blue wire belonging to one of his men, and then asked, "Have you found the reason why the Ferris wheel stopped rotating?"

"They said the police have taken over," the deputy replied. Matsuda Jinpei raised an eyebrow upon hearing this, a large golden retriever with purplish-gray eyes flashing through his mind.

"Okay, I understand."

He cut the last wire in his hand and was about to ask about the bomb disposal situation at Mihana Hospital when he suddenly heard the sound of breaking glass beside him. A dark figure rushed towards him in the colorful reflections of the glass shards.

The glass on the other side of the carriage was kicked and shattered. Matsuda Jinpei barely managed to sidestep the person in the small space, then inwardly gasped—what the hell? That glass over there was reinforced tempered glass.

Before he could even grip the wrench and stand up from the shattered glass, two figures blocked his way. One was tall and the other short, each with their arms outstretched and legs slightly bent, watching the woman who had barged into the carriage with wary eyes.

Like two emperor penguins.

Matsuda Jinpei's thoughts drifted for a moment as he was completely blocked from view. He subconsciously turned the wrench in his hand, then stared intently at the silver-haired woman in front of him. Her heterochromatic eyes had abandoned their previous docility and were now filled with ruthlessness and coldness.

Curaçao glanced at the curly-haired man holding tools, then at the screen emitting a faint white light in his hand, her eyes narrowing slightly.

With the Ferris wheel speed increased, the car came to a stop near its highest point. While landing safely from this height wouldn't be difficult for her, the safety risks increased exponentially if she were to take three children down with her.

Therefore, before she could safely land the children one by one, the first thing she had to deal with was the ticking time bomb in carriage number 36.

Curaçao knew the contents of the criminal message, but she didn't care where the second bomb was located.

Human hearts are not a balanced scale; the Junior Detective League holds far more weight in her heart than the millions of people far away. For her, the trolley problem is merely a matter of how much force to pull the steering lever.

Curaçao glanced at Zhuge Tongzhi, who was blocking the front, then swept his gaze over Hagiwara Kenji, whose face was covered in bruises. He raised a pistol with one hand, pointed it at Matsuda Jinpei's forehead through the gap between the two, and coldly ordered, "Defuse the bomb."

This is an M37 revolver, standard issue for Japanese police. The five bullets are neatly arranged in the cylindrical magazine, making a crisp click as she pushes the magazine into the gun with one finger.

The equipment given to her by the organization was naturally lost in the fall into the sea, and the cell phone containing her contact information was also ruined. Otherwise, when the Junior Detective League helped her search for clues from her belongings while she was suffering from amnesia, everything might have been exposed. She had taken the gun from a passing policeman on a whim.

But the gun was too light and too weak. Curaçao gripped the handle with one hand and looked down at Matsuda Jinpei, who was crouching in front of the bomb. His almost transparent eyes reflected the half-exposed magazine.

However, this distance is sufficient.

Kenji Hagiwara shifted his feet slightly, shielding Jinpei Matsuda behind him, and met the dark muzzle of the gun head-on. His deep purple eyes and expression darkened. "Miss, it seems your memories have returned."

Curaçao didn't respond, but slightly raised the muzzle of her gun, pointing it at Kenji Hagiwara's forehead, and said, "I said, disarm the bomb on the spot."

Upon hearing this, Kenji Hagiwara, with a gun pointed at his eyes, smiled and said in a light tone, "But we still need to get the address of the second bomb."

With such a significant height difference, the figure of the silver-haired woman, back to the sunlight, was reflected in those deep purple eyes that were lowered. A wisp of hair on her forehead was slipping down from a strawberry-shaped hair clip, outlining the upturned corner of her transparent right eye.

He looked at Curaçao's dark face in the shadows, concealing his true feelings that the bomb had been defused, and tentatively probed the other's bottom line, saying with a smile, "Besides, this distance might not hurt those children..."

A bullet that grazed his ear told him about the woman's attitude. Kenji Hagiwara wisely cut off the rest of the conversation, shrugged, and raised his hands to indicate that he did not intend to resist.

Yeah, right.

Without a word, in an instant, Zhuge Tongzhi felt a tightness in the back of her collar as Matsuda Jinpei suddenly pulled her away from Curaçao. At the same time, she saw Hagiwara Kenji's hands, which had been raised high, suddenly sink.

The man with medium-length hair forcefully parried the revolver with one hand, while his other hand clenched into a fist and aimed straight at Curaçao's nose. Behind him, Matsuda Jinpei pounced from the ground like a cheetah poised to pounce.

Curaçao dodged the powerful punch by tilting his head, then deliberately angled the deflected gun barrel at the side, aiming it at Matsuda Jinpei who was about to rush up, and pulled the trigger.

The sparks from the bullets exploding against the side wall of the carriage caused Matsuda Jinpei's movement as he got up to rush over to be slightly off-target. Curaçao seized the opportunity and used the momentum to entangle Hagiwara Kenji's fist as it rushed past him. The powerful force in his body exploded in mid-air, and his legs wrapped around the man who was several times his size, instantly twisting him to the ground.

"Hagi!" Matsuda Jinpei shoved Zhuge Tongzhi into the corner of the carriage with one hand, then turned around and swept his leg at Curaçao, who had not yet stood up. The sharp sound of the wind cutting through the air forced the silver-haired woman to lean back and dodge.

Kenji Hagiwara, who was knocked down onto a pile of broken glass, groaned, but he did not lose his mobility due to the heavy blows from the surrounding area. Instead, taking advantage of the close distance between himself and Curaçao, he chopped at the wrist of the other man holding the gun.

With a sudden numbness in his wrist, Curacso had to let go. The instant the pistol hit the ground, he rolled backward to widen the distance between himself and the two men, and kicked away the pistol that Hagiwara Kenji was reaching for.

The revolver was swept away from Kenji Hagiwara's fingertips by the woman's powerful kick, flying diagonally and then zigzagging back and forth in the carriage before sliding out of the carriage, where the glass barrier was no longer in place.

Curaçao, having distanced herself, stood up, gripped her trembling wrist, and took a breath.

Kenji Hagiwara, who had fallen to the ground, was pulled up by Jinpei Matsuda. The faint red blood seeping from the cut glass began to spread on his blue uniform. He moved his shoulders a few times and got into a fighting stance with the person beside him.

Curaçao, who was opposite the two, was also in a sorry state.

The professional attire she wore to disguise her identity was a women's suit paired with a pencil skirt. The pencil skirt had been torn open due to its restrictive nature, but this outfit was clearly unsuitable for combat.

After a fierce and evenly matched fight, streaks of blood trickled down her unprotected legs, disappearing into the gap between her high heels and ankles.

Curaçao, having re-assuming a fighting stance, stretched her ankles, but mindful of the shattered glass on the floor, she still didn't take off her cumbersome shoes.

I never expected there to be such a ruthless character among the police.

Very competitive.

Facing a formidable opponent, both sides, now unarmed, were on high alert.

In the midst of the tense standoff, the sharp crack of a gun's hammer being pulled brought everyone to a halt.

"Enough, Curaçao." The girl who had appeared behind Curaçao at some point held a gun in both hands, lightly pressing it against the silver-haired woman's back, and said coldly, "The bomb has been defused."

After the signal jammer was removed, Noah's Ark returned to the miniature earpiece without hindrance. Once its identity was confirmed, it continued to transmit messages in real time, knowing that the police had already intervened in the incident.

While the three were fighting, Zhuge Tongzhi followed O's guidance and sneaked through various gaps, finally stepping on the pistol that was about to be released.

Noah's Ark seized the opportunity to synchronize with the information she had gathered along the way, until she heard this name and it suddenly dawned on her—'Curaçao' seemed to be the main character in a theatrical version.

But perhaps because she hadn't seen the movie before, Zhuge Tongzhi didn't remember the plot very well. She only remembered that there was a lot of crying online at the time, and people kept repeating to her how much they hoped Curaçao would survive.

An exaggerated cry rose from her ears along with the memory. She shook her head to dismiss the hoarse voice, glanced at the motionless navigation box in the void, and felt a little strange.

But putting everything else aside, the most urgent task is to get people away from us.

“Rum’s men are here to deal with you.” Zhuge Tongzhi listened to Noah’s Ark repeating Conan’s lip movements through the monitor and reminded Curaçao, who had her back to him, “You shouldn’t be here right now.”

And you shouldn't be there right now. Matsuda Jinpei looked at the black-haired girl who had somehow gotten a gun, and felt a genuine urge to clench his fists.

Kiri-chan? Hagiwara Kenji subconsciously glanced back at the empty space behind him, and his eyes caught Matsuda Jinpei's face darkening even further. He abruptly turned back around.

Hearing the serious child's voice behind him, Curaçao, with a gun pointed at him, curled up the corner of his mouth and said, "You're right."

The next moment, Zhuge Tongzhi's vision blurred. Because Hagiwara Kenji and Matsuda Jinpei were standing in front of her, she dared not fire rashly. Her finger on the trigger loosened subconsciously, and then she was pushed to the ground with her hand free.

Fortunately, the glass shards in that area had been mostly swept away. Zhuge Tongzhi, whose face was covered in dust, breathed a sigh of relief and barely managed to turn his head to look at the woman behind him, only to find that she was looking at him with a complicated expression.

"You!" The two officers stepped forward simultaneously, but Curaçao, who easily retrieved her pistol, pressed the muzzle against the child's furry head and gave them a warning look. "Don't worry, I don't intend to lay a hand on her."

She crouched behind Zhuge Tongzhi, half of her body dangling outside the carriage, the plumes of black smoke rising from the Ferris wheel's hub serving as a backdrop as they brushed past her out of the corner of her eye.

Curaçao looked at the two policemen who hesitated to make a move and said to the child under his command, "You're right, none of us should be here."

Zhuge Tongzhi felt the pistol that had been pressing firmly against the back of his head slowly loosen its grip, and Curaçao's softer, more textured voice came from behind his ear: "El, you didn't shoot me just now."

She looked through the strands of hair in front of her eyes at the woman whose expression was obscured by the backlight, and Noah's Ark in her earphones let out a soft "hmm".

"It seems you've become as strange as lager after all," the silver-haired woman chuckled. "And I've become strange too."

Rag? Zhuge Tongzhi felt a rumbling buzzing sound in her ears, and a sense of collapse, as if a tall building was about to break down, inexplicably overwhelmed her.

Despite being suppressed by a member with a codename who was full of threats, Zhuge Tongzhi was inexplicably unable to come to his senses.

"So, it really is possible to escape?" Curaçao's voice grew softer as she murmured to herself. She suddenly tightened her grip on the back of the child's collar and sighed as she brushed against the girl's ear, who was being lifted up with one hand, "Hide well."

The silver-haired woman threw the girl in her hand forward. As Kenji Hagiwara and Jinpei Matsuda reached out to catch her, she used her long arms to grab the top edge of the carriage and pulled herself away from carriage 36. After a few rolls between the steel frames, she stepped onto the edge of carriage 35.

Zhuge Tongzhi, who was thrown forcefully, crashed into Hagiwara Kenji's arm. In the hasty act of catching him, her nose was unfortunately hit hard, and the pain immediately filled her eyes with tears, quickly pulling her thoughts back from where they had been.

It hurts so much!!! QAQ

She covered her nose, which was so sore she could hardly breathe, and looked in the direction Curaçao had left through the vast expanse of water. Noah's Ark, which had taken over the Ferris wheel's monitoring, calmly broadcasted in her ear.

The symbol representing Morofushi Kagemitsu was steadily lit in carriage 35, but due to the limited angle of view, she couldn't see exactly what was happening inside.

"Are you alright, Kiri-chan?" Kenji Hagiwara hissed in pain as he pulled at the corner of his cracked mouth, checking the child's face, which was covered in black ash after he had cleaned the floor, and asked, "Did you get cut by glass just now?"

"No," Zhuge Tongzhi mumbled, wiping away the tears in his eyes. His mind was still hazy from the lingering soreness on his face. He lifted his foot to go to carriage 35. "Ayumi and the others are still there."

"No, someone will handle it." Matsuda Jinpei quickly tapped a few times on his phone to reply to the latest pop-up message, then casually tossed the phone into the toolbox.

He grabbed the girl, who was about to leave with her grappling hook, and pressed her down onto a chair covered in shards of glass.

With his other hand, he roughly pulled Kenji Hagiwara over and pressed him down next to Tongzhi Zhuge. But after pressing him down, he grabbed the collar of the other man's uniform instead, preventing the man's back from hitting the metal plate behind him.

"You all, stay here and behave yourselves."

The curly-haired man looked down at the two injured men, his black inner shirt, which he had taken off his jacket over, revealing a powerful physique, including a half-raised fist with bulging veins. "Did you understand what I said?"

"Me!" Zhuge Tongzhi glanced at Zhufu Jingguang's green cursor, and was about to come up with another reason, but after seeing the expression on the person in front of him, he immediately changed his mind, raised three fingers and swore, "Of course I will."

Kenji Hagiwara, standing beside him, immediately sat up straight, but the movement aggravated the fine wounds on his back, causing him to grimace involuntarily. He looked up at his childhood friend with his eyes looking up: "I won't leave, Jinpei."

Matsuda Jinpei stood unmoved in front of the two men and chuckled, "Of course."

"I will keep a close eye on you."

…

On carriage number 35.

As soon as Curaçao grabbed the edge of the carriage, the three children inside hopped over and asked a couple of questions about the bomb. Then they looked worriedly at her horribly mangled legs.

The silver-haired woman smiled gently and comforted the three children who were quite dejected after causing trouble. However, when the three tried to pull her into the carriage to treat their wounds, she gently but firmly stopped them.

"No, I won't go in." Curaçao held onto the edge of the carriage with one hand and gently twisted Yoshida Ayumi's small hand away with the other.

"The Ferris wheel will be back to normal soon, so you all need to stay here." She glanced up discreetly, avoiding the three children, and saw a dark gun barrel protruding from the top of the carriage, hidden behind the edge and pointed at her head.

"I'm not going with you." After saying that, she paused, and seeing that the gun's owner didn't seem to be urging her, she looked down at the three impetuous, innocent souls amidst the children's urgent questioning.

Curaçao raised her hands, which were stained with blood, dust, and the smell of gunpowder, wiped them on the clean shirt inside her coat, and then vigorously rubbed the three children's equally frizzy heads one by one.

"Don't worry." The Junior Detective Club surrounded the silver-haired older sister, whose name they still didn't know, and watched her give them a gentle smile that was inexplicably heartbreaking.

Her heterochromatic eyes reflected the three children's worried expressions. She looked at them for a while with a slight tremor in her eyes, and finally smiled as she curved her eyes into crescents: "Actually, I'm a special agent. I lost my memory last night after encountering some bad guys."

“Now that I’ve regained my memories with your help, I can continue my mission.” Curaçao touched the strawberry hair clip in her hair, then took out the top white dolphin from her pocket and waved it at the children: “It will always be with me.”

"Hey—!" The three children simultaneously drew out their voices, each raising their objections one after another.

"Big sister is lying!"

"Yeah, what secret agent would say they're a secret agent?"

"In any case, please treat your leg injury first."

"Yes, we don't even know your name yet. Come on in."

“No way.” Curaçao felt two threatening pokes on her head. She looked down and smiled, saying, “I will come to see you again, but only the smartest little detective can find the agent’s trail.”

"Let's see if you can find me."

Before the three children could say anything more, Curaçao grabbed the white dolphin keychain, pulled himself up onto the roof with one hand, leaned down and slammed the carriage door shut. He then called to the children clinging to the door, "Stay away from the door. Wait until the carriage arrives at the station before you get out."

The silver-haired woman stood up only after confirming that the door was completely locked. She looked along the steady muzzle of the gun at the hooded man behind him who was holding the gun. The man's blue-gray eyes and distinctive upturned corners of his eyes were exactly the same as those in the photo that had been posted throughout the organization as wanted by the entire organization.

Curaçao raised his hands and said softly, unsurprised, "I should have known when I saw the ale, Scotland, you really are still alive."

Upon arriving, Morofushi Kagemitsu, who was waiting on carriage 35, smiled gently and said, "I didn't expect this either. Perhaps you know the reason, Curaçao?"

"Who knows what a madman is thinking?" Curaçao scoffed, his posture seemingly one of surrender, but in reality, he was searching for any possibility of escape. "What do you want?"

"Please cooperate with me in putting on a show." Seeing that the other party was not being honest, Morofushi Kagemitsu turned his gun on the metal sheet at his feet instead. "If it goes smoothly, you can use this to leave the organization."

“If you don’t cooperate.” He slowly pressed the hammer on his pistol, looked at Curaçao whose face had tightened, and smiled, “Finding these kids is a thousand times easier than finding you.”

"You know I keep my word."

Seeing that Curaçao had changed her stance by clenching her fist, Morofushi Kagemitsu understood that she had already compromised, so he tossed her a few small items and said, "Put one in your breast pocket and one on your back."

"Put this on too." He handed her a black baseball cap with various small toys clipped to the brim, while he put on another baseball cap to cover his golden wig, saying, "Then come with me."

The two climbed toward the highest point of the Ferris wheel.

Curaçao flipped over and landed on the steel frame, which was at a near-zero angle. He crouched down and turned to look at Scotland, who had raised his gun at him. "Scotland, remember what you said."

"Don't worry." Morofushi Kagemitsu adjusted his hat brim high in the air, making sure only his signature blond hair was showing, then put away his gun and flipped up to the same height. "You'll have a chance to verify it for yourself."

"Now, run away."

…

On a distant building, Vermouth listlessly raised her binoculars and looked at the Ferris wheel half-hidden in black smoke. "What's Bourbon doing?"

"Hmm?" She narrowed her eyes slightly, adjusting the focus of her binoculars, and made out the two figures, one gold and one silver, fiercely battling at the top of the Ferris wheel. "Didn't they just blow that place up?"

After saying that, a synthesized voice, sounding neither male nor female, neither old nor young, came from the phone placed to the side, and said in a low voice, "That distance is no problem for Curaçao."

Vermouth chuckled as she watched Curaçao unleash a powerful punch. The blond man opposite her turned his head to dodge the punch, the force of the blow lifting his hood and revealing a small portion of his face. The black smoke partially obscured his face, making his complexion appear even darker.

Curaçao seized the opportunity to flee backwards, while Bourbon drew a gun and aimed it at the silver-haired woman's back.

A gunshot rang out.

The bugging device left near the Ferris wheel revealed screams from the crowd and shouts from the police. A burst of fire erupted from the base of the Ferris wheel, and the silver figure, after bouncing a few times between the steel frames like a rag doll, plummeted straight into them.

“Curaçao is dead.” Vermouth put down her binoculars with a bored expression, picked up her phone, and walked downstairs. She spoke to Rum on the phone, “Rum, are you ready to explain this to the Boss?”

“These are your precious ‘products of success’,” the blonde woman said with amusement, stepping into her bright red sports car. “Lag, El, Curaçao… tsk, why are they all turning on their master?”

“And an ungrateful dog is useless to the Boss.” Vermouth put her phone on speakerphone and tossed it aside, then drove her sports car out of the alley, mocking, “Looks like your experiment has been a complete failure.”

Rum didn't respond directly, but instead said in that voice that was sometimes hoarse and mocking, and sometimes high-pitched and childish, "Vermouth, I was the one who took over the experiment from the Boss."

"Are you dissatisfied with the Boss?" The unpleasant synthesized voice laughed, hoarse like a dying crow, "Because you're also a test subject, aren't you?"

“You’ve crossed the line, Rum.” Vermouth’s face turned cold. She stepped on the gas, and the sports car roared through the just-turned green light. “Think of your excuses. I’m sure Gin is interested too.”

When Rum heard his old rival, with whom he had been constantly battling for power, remain silent for a moment, he hung up the phone.

After a few words, Vermouth lost all interest in flirting with Bourbon, who was now finished with his mission, and drifted her sports car onto the overpass.

The red sports car sped away like an arrow, heading in a direction far from the amusement park.

…

Meanwhile, inside the Ferris wheel

Shuichi Akai attempted to sweep Rei Furuya to the ground with a kick, but the blond man nimbly dodged it, instead forcing him back half a step with a punch delivered at close range.

The man with dark green wolf eyes steadied himself and launched another fierce attack, while his opponent, full of energy, charged forward with a whooshing sound.

The two men, who had already exchanged blows countless times in the short span of ten minutes, were once again locked in a fierce and evenly matched battle.

The two men exchanged blows, each punch and kick landing squarely, their movements a brutal and realistic free-fighting spectacle. The billowing black smoke and dazzling sparks served as their backdrop, while the crackling explosions added to the intense atmosphere of the battle.

Conan, standing to the side with his back against the railing: ...

The black-haired, blue-eyed detective looked at the source of the black smoke behind the two people. Flames were continuously shooting out from there, but the actual damage was not even enough to blow up a thick steel plate. It was just that thick black smoke was constantly billowing out and purple, purplish-red and rose-red flames were occasionally emerging.

This is a flame test.

Based on some common sense, Conan quickly realized that they were several burning lithium batteries, and the explosion had been cleverly moved far away so as not to affect the two people who were fighting.

Conan, who figured out the source of the explosion: ...

So it was a lithium battery for a household electric vehicle. When the fire safety campaign warned against charging electric vehicles at home, he had seen surveillance videos of accidents in the promotional videos, which also showed thick smoke and explosions that turned purple and red.

Haha, I thought it was eight eggs...

But please!

Why would a lithium battery explode?

Didn't they say they were going to blow up the Ferris wheel and kill everyone with it?

What are we doing now?!

Conan was filled with unspoken words, when he saw Akai Shuichi wipe the corner of his mouth and slightly curl up after they had separated again, while Amuro Tooru on the other side also smiled, his usually gentle voice now full of tension.

"I knew it, how could an FBI agent like you just die like that?"

He wiped the blond hair stuck to his forehead, his gray eyes fixed on the man in the black beanie in front of him, and threatened jokingly, "Do you think Gin will be interested in this news?"

Conan's attention was instantly drawn to Amuro Tooru, who looked completely different from before, and his expression darkened as he gripped his watch tightly.

But Shuichi Akai remained as calm as ever, looking at Rei Furuya as if he had seen a cat waving its claws, and said nonchalantly, "Coincidentally, I also discovered some interesting things at the University of Tokyo."

"Perhaps someone else will be interested in him."

"FBI!" Rei Furuya's lips curled into a smirk as he assumed a fighting stance, charging forward and shouting as he threw a punch, "Don't get in my way in Japan!"

Shuichi Akai dodged the punch, then grabbed the blond man's arm and slammed him to the ground with a back throw. "It's just fair competition."

"Heh." Furuya Rei sneered, got up and continued his attack with undiminished strength, and the two of them were locked in a fierce battle once again.

Conan, who was right there but didn't understand half of what was said: ...

But he clarified one thing through the attitudes of the two people:

Conan, who believed he had established a close working relationship with the FBI, looked up and stared intently at a certain FBI agent who had not shared any information throughout the entire incident.

Mr. Akai, so you've always known who Bourbon is, right?

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Author's Note: First and foremost:

The lithium battery mentioned here is just an abstract concept; a real lithium battery explosion is extremely, extremely, extremely dangerous in the real world.

In particular, most accidents are caused by bringing batteries home to charge, riding elevators (where there is a pressure difference), and leaving batteries in enclosed spaces at home—all of which are extremely dangerous.

This is just a little act in front of Bayonetta, using the property of lithium batteries to smoke, shoot fire, and release a lot of heat in an open environment, but not to explode.

But please be sure to pay attention to fire safety!

…

I went to see a big movie yesterday! It was amazing!

However, after watching it, I had a bad cold and headache, so I didn't update (to my friend).

The swatch series continues!

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Thank you all for your support along the way.

Reading the comments every day is the moment I look forward to the most.

Mwah