A few minutes ago.

Fujiwara Yu dragged Kenzo Masuyama's body to a secluded corner and quickly took Miyano Akemi and others to the 75th floor through the fire escape where the fire would not spread in a short time.

When he saw the injuries on Mingmei's body, a look of guilt appeared on his face.

He was so eager to seize control of the organization that he neglected to protect important people.

Whether as a police officer or a boyfriend, both have failed in their duties.

Miyano Akemi noticed that Fujiwara Yuu was staring at her wound, and smiled and comforted her:

"Don't make such a scary face. The wound has been treated. We just need to go to the hospital for cleaning."

"Did Shiho help you deal with it?" Fujiwara Yu leaned over and asked in a low voice.

"Well, I'll trouble you to coax those kids later. If it weren't for their bravery and wit today, something really bad would have happened." Miyano Akemi looked at the young detectives who were anxiously trying to lift the tablecloth and find Haibara Ai, and smiled.

Fujiwara Yu nodded. He had been wanting to come up with something to say for a long time. He walked over and patted Yoshida Ayumi on the head, explaining:

"Don't look for him anymore, Huiyuan sprained his foot and happened to meet me. I've already sent him downstairs."

"Huh?" Ayumi Yoshida tilted her head in confusion. She took out her detective badge and tried to contact him, but remembered that Ai's badge was being repaired and was not on her at all. She was about to contact Conan, but was frightened by Mitsuhiko Tsuburaya's scream and her hand trembled.

When Mitsuhiko Tsuburaya lifted one of the tablecloths, he found a strange red dot. With the moonlight coming through the floor-to-ceiling windows, he could barely see what was on the back of the banquet table. It was a long black box with a flashing red dot.

A terrible thought came into his mind, and he exclaimed:

"Ahhh! Could this be a bomb?!"

bomb?

Fujiwara Yu quickly ran towards Mitsuhiko Tsuburaya, lay on the ground and looked up, and sure enough, it was a bomb.

Damn, why would the organization plant a bomb in a place like this? Are they trying to force them to death?

He took out his phone and wanted to contact Matsuda Jinpei, who was familiar with the structure of various bombs, but heard Miyano Shiho's voice floating from the side:

"Officer Ying Si, are you planning to dismantle them? Forget it. Judging from their style, there are probably bombs planted on every table. You might be blown to pieces before you even dismantle the first one."

"Did you see when the bomb was set to go off?"

"Yeah." Miyano Shiho leaned on the bar counter. She reached out to move the wine bottle that was blocking everyone's view. Sure enough, there was a bomb with a countdown on the counter.

There were only four minutes and nine seconds left before the bomb detonated.

Fujiwara Yu frowned deeply. He guessed that the organization's intention in doing this was to confuse the police and prevent them from realizing their true purpose... Humph, are they trying to shift the blame to a terrorist attack?

The phone in my pocket vibrated, and when I answered it, I heard Kudo's anxious voice:

"Hey, Yingsi-ge, I think you can drive..."

Fujiwara Yuu glanced at the red Ford Mustang sports car on the booth and interrupted his thoughts, saying:

"I did think about that, but this car isn't big enough for three adults."

"Eh? Why three?"

Miyano Shiho, who happened to hear the content of the phone call, raised her eyebrows. She hooked her finger at Fujiwara Yu, who obediently handed the phone over with both hands and observed a second of silence for Kudo in his heart.

"Huh? A certain great detective doesn't want the antidote anymore?"

When Edogawa Conan heard the voice on the other end of the phone suddenly change, his first reaction was that it was a little strange. But after listening carefully to the other party's speaking style, how could it be anyone else but Haibara Ai?

No way! This guy actually dared to take the temporary antidote? Isn't she always afraid of the organization?

Edogawa Conan forced a flattering smile on his face and said quickly:

"Of course not, absolutely not. I still really want the antidote."

"Then let's find a way to get Ms. Tokiwa to open the roof of Building B's swimming pool. We're ready to go."

Miyano Shiho hung up the phone directly. She suppressed her physical discomfort and looked at Fujiwara Yuu and asked:

"You should have another way of retreat, right? I'll take them out of here, can you do it alone?"

"She sprained her ankle and can't drive, and you..."

"Who said I can't drive?"

"ah?"

Miyano Shiho glanced at the surprised Fujiwara Yuu, then walked directly to the sports car, turned the car key skillfully, and explained:

"When I was in the United States, I rode a Harley, and I also learned about four-wheeled vehicles and flying."

"...Excuse me, I underestimated it." Fujiwara Yu touched the tip of his nose awkwardly. He didn't expect that the organization would teach minors how to drive various types of transportation. Even the technical school teachers were not so enthusiastic.

Seeing that the problem had been solved, Fujiwara Yu helped Miyano Akemi to sit in the passenger seat, and then took care of the three children to sit obediently in the back seat and not move.

Mitsuhiko Tsuburaya glanced worriedly at the bomb that was about to explode in two minutes and asked:

"Brother Yingsi, aren't you coming with us?"

"Don't worry, I have other preparations. You have to listen to your two sisters. When the time comes, you must keep your body down and hold on to the handrails next to you. Do you understand?" Fujiwara Yu reached out and rubbed Mitsuhiko's head, speaking softly.

"I understand. I will take good care of Mitsuhiko and Ayumi!" Kojima Genta promised, patting his chest. He looked forward with a serious face, ready to use his weight advantage to assist his good friend.

Fujiwara Yu curled the corners of his mouth, took out a pocket pistol from his waist, and after making sure that the bomb countdown was long enough for him to run to the roof, he quickly fired at the glass curtain wall, trying to penetrate as much of the thick glass as possible to prevent the car from being too slow to break through it.

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