"Without you students, I would have lived ten years shorter!"

These were the words that Onizuka Hachizo had said in a bad mood after they had caused trouble. After that, the former waved his hand and sent the five dejected gorillas to Matsue Shigure to get paper to write a self-apology.

The young blond instructor never scolded them. He just held the cup in both hands, glanced coldly at the stack of papers beside him, and said concisely: "Ten thousand words, due next week."

At most, they would add "it will be rejected if it's not well written", and never give them any room for explanation.

Songjiang Shigure didn't care whether they achieved any results or how many people they saved. In his eyes, this group of inexperienced "newbies" should not rashly expose themselves to danger.

As the senior, he should be the one taking the lead.

Even though he was only two years older than them, and even though he had done worse things in the police academy.

The first time Hagiwara Kenji and his friends heard Matsue Shigure solemnly call them his students was when they met him for the last time, and the second time—

It is today.

"This bomb cannot be defused!"

Matsuda Jinpei raised his head, stared at Sato Miwako with his dark eyes, and insisted: "It can't be demolished now!"

"Matsuda, now is not the time for you to be willful." Sato Miwako frowned, "There are only thirteen minutes left, and Councillor Nakayoshi's life is in danger. If we don't demolish it now, will we all be left here to die together?!"

——He wishes he were dead!

The curly-haired young man's gaze seemed to be able to eat people, and his chest heaved like a bull trapped in prison. For the first time, he felt that the tools that he used to use with ease in his daily life were so hot.

But what can we do? What should we do?!

How can he find the best of both worlds!

Kenji Hagiwara was squatting next to Jinpei Matsuda at this moment. He didn't say anything and didn't move. He just stared at Naka Yonghe and the bomb tied to his chest, like a stone sculpture.

At this time, Megure Juzo also hurried over, and the argument between the two gradually became louder and louder, echoing in the living room and reaching everyone's ears.

Megure Jusan frowned: "Matsuda, you——"

Matsuda Jinpei was unmoved: "Has the other bomb been found?"

Miwako Sato held the communicator in her hand in silence. None of the information the police officers had just received was good.

Megure Jusan shouted, "Matsuda, this is not a matter of another bomb. Our primary goal is to protect Councillor Nakayoshi!"

"What if it's Conan?"

Matsuda Jinpei stood up, his 1.80-meter height was enough to dominate the entire field.

He clenched his fist and spoke word by word: "The other bomb is on the Goddess, next to Conan!"

"What if it's Conan!"

If you are willing to give up other people for the life of a congressman, then what about replacing this "other person" with Conan Edogawa, who has solved countless cases with the Investigation Division?

That "Rum" promised Matsue Shigure that he would let Conan go, but the danger would not be eliminated, and what he said could not be considered a lie.

Jinpei Matsuda felt that he was extremely calm at this moment - insanely calm.

If you don't care about Matsue Shigure, then what about Conan?

His instructor...he cares.

As soon as the words fell, the whole place was shocked. Megure Jusan took a step back subconsciously and said in disbelief: "Are you really not kidding?"

"We can't find Conan, right?" Matsuda Jinpei said aggressively, but just as he finished saying this, he was suddenly grabbed by Hagiwara Kenji.

The half-long-haired policeman stood up and patted his trouser legs nonchalantly: "Let's go and defuse the bomb."

"Hagi!" Matsuda Jinpei shook off his hand with an expression of disbelief.

"Don't you believe me?"

Kenji Hagiwara spoke softly, his image somehow overlapping with the blond instructor who asked "Don't you believe me?" seven years ago.

Those purple eyes were particularly sharp under the light, fixed on Zhong Yonghe, whose look of surprise had not yet faded, like a sharp sword.

Jinpei Matsuda turned around as if he had been electrocuted.

*****************

Goddess.

The wind was getting stronger and stronger, and it felt like needles pricking people's bodies. Standing on the dark deck with the sea and sky as the background, people seemed even smaller and more powerless.

All that could be heard was the young detective's suppressed sobbing.

The blond young man calmly picked up the suitcase and casually licked his bloody lower lip. The fragility that had just been revealed was completely restrained, leaving only calmness and calmness.

Because of his chronic amnesia, the young man, who has integrated acting into his daily life, has very little time to express his true feelings.

But that little bit of emotion that leaked out from the hard and thick barrier was enough to pierce people with extreme pain like a sharp knife.

Toru Amuro hid in the half-open door of the goddess statue and slowly tightened his grip on the pistol.

He tried his best to slow down his breathing, but he still couldn't control his anger.

Rum! Rum!

He actually used students to threaten Matsue Shigure!

Anger and hatred lingered in my chest, and deep inside, a trace of sadness and mixed feelings quietly flowed out.

The instructor actually placed them in such an important position...

Toru Amuro couldn't help but want to rush out, but he stopped at the last moment.

He couldn't act impulsively, he told himself, Conan's safety was not guaranteed, and Rum had a gun, so he had to wait until Rum put Conan down before he could have a chance to attack from behind.

Toru Amuro was glad that he had taken precautions in advance, as the bomb was blocked and even Rum could not go in to check it out.

As long as Rum can be controlled and Matsue Shigure can throw the suitcase into the sea, everything can still turn around.

Wait a minute...

Amuro Toru closed his eyes with restraint, and at the same time hoped that Haibara Ai would quickly tell Matsuda Jinpei and others the information about "Naka ​​Yonghe".

In order to prevent a coincidental phone call from alarming Rum, he didn't even dare to turn on his phone - he could only rely on Hagiwara and the others.

…

"Can we let Conan go now?"

Matsue Shigure's hoarse voice rang out: "Rum, don't whine like a coward, otherwise I'm not sure I can really control myself. It's not impossible to detonate the bomb and die with the idiot."

"Don't be so excited, Officer Matsue." Rum suddenly smiled, put Conan Edogawa down and put his hand on his shoulder.

"There are still ten minutes left before the explosion. We can't waste it, right?"

The blond young man stood there, restraining his smile and looking inexplicably scary at the moment.

Edogawa Conan had just calmed down his outburst of emotions. He took a deep breath of the humid air, but was immediately enveloped by the indiscriminate murderous aura, and felt cold all over.

I was speechless for a moment.

Brother Songjiang is so scary now...

Just as Conan Edogawa's finger hooked onto the smooth surface of the watch-shaped anesthetic needle, he heard Rum suddenly say, "Conan-kun, do you think your brother Matsue has killed few people?"

"Rum, shut up!"

Matsue Shigure seemed to realize something, his expression suddenly changed, and his fingers tightly clasped the edge of the suitcase, as if he was enduring something.

But Rum just glanced at him sideways and continued talking to Edogawa Conan without caring.

System: “Oh no!”

Matsue Shigure: "Oh!"

System: “I think I know what he’s going to say.”

Matsue Shigure: "I know that too!!"

System: "...Why are you so excited?"

When the player saw the follower Conan Edogawa coming over, he knew that his vest was not kept secret today.

After all, the protagonist wants to expose his true identity, so the world has to try its best to send intelligence.

He chuckled in his heart, and looked meaningfully at the little detective who was frightened by him and turned pale: "Of course I have to care about Conan-kun."

System: “???”

Matsue Shigure: "Open, open, open, quickly add up my buffs! It's time to beat people up!"

Rum just wanted to tell Conan how bad Matsue Shigure was when he was A, and then to sow discord between them.

But the young detective only knew a little bit of what he knew. As long as Matsue Shigure caught Rum off guard and killed him, Conan would believe whatever he said.

The organization has thousands of undercover agents, it's never too late to add one more.

Of course, as the culprit who made him waste his brain cells making up excuses, how could he not scare Conan Edogawa?

The players laughed in their hearts as they saw Rum gradually relax.

System: This is a mouthful of several Soul Hall elders! (Tactics retreat)

*******

There were still traces of tears on Conan Edogawa's face, and flames of anger flickered in his blue eyes.

Before he could reply to Rum's words, he heard Matsue Shigure shout in a deep voice, "Back off!"

The boy subconsciously took a half step back, only to see a flash of wind in front of his eyes, which stung his cheek and caused pain.

The blond young man who had been standing silently just now, as if he had accepted his fate, was now like a volcano that suddenly erupted. In a flash, he kicked the gun that Rum was holding loosely in his hand aside!

The pistol rolled on the deck with a crisp sound. Rum didn't even have time to block it before he felt a sharp pain in his wrist. He was thrown into the air and hit the side.

"Well, I've already advised you." Songjiang Shiyu said softly, in a polite and gentle tone, "Why don't you listen to me?"

"Ahem!" Rum lay on the ground, a look of disbelief in his eyes, "You can see it!"

How is this possible! With A's physique, and having been drained of so much energy by Marumori Kosuke earlier, where on earth does this guy get the strength to move now? !

"When did I say I can't see?" The young man tilted his head, pulled Rum up, and threw him to the ground again.

“Bang!”

Conan Edogawa couldn't help but feel a little annoyed as he watched from the side.

But soon, excitement arose.

Brother Songjiang, have you recovered?

Well done!

Rum was sweating from the fall. He held his hands up and tried to fight back, but he said, "I think we can still talk about the bomb!"

At this moment, Songjiang Shiyu's hormones were mobilized, and his strength was forcibly doubled.

He punched Rum hard in the face, knocking out his dentures, but his expression remained calm: "If you want to talk about Yonghe, there's nothing to talk about."

"You already knew that?!"

Rum's head hit the ground hard. He spat out a mouthful of blood and looked at the young man's calm expression. He was shocked and angry. He even thought, "As expected, he is my tool."

"Bang!" The head made close contact with the deck.

"Ahem! Do you think you can hide this from everyone?"

“Bang!”

"You will never leave the organization!"

“Bang!”

“Ah——!”

“Bang, bang, bang!”

The senior members of the organization who were originally full of confidence were now like a ball of dough about to be put into the pot. They were constantly pulled up and thrown down. The dull collision sounds and Rum's screams made the scene extremely weird and terrifying.

Conan Edogawa stood there in a daze, not even hearing the warning sound from the detective badge that it had run out of battery and shut down.

If he was cheering for Matsue Shigure's beating of Rum at the beginning, the situation now was gradually degenerating into a situation where there was no way out.

What Rum just said...was he referring to Brother Songjiang?

What does it mean to never be able to leave the organization?

And that name was——A?!

Conan Edogawa's hands were covered in cold sweat as he looked at the silent Matsue Shigure.

The blond young man had half of his face hidden in the shadows at the moment, his slightly shaking silver-chain glasses obstructing his entire expression, and one could only see the corners of his mouth that were stretched to a straight line.

The wound on his shoulder broke a little due to the large-scale movement, leaving no trace on the black windbreaker. Only a few smears of bright red could be seen on his white neck.

Like a ghost crawling out of hell.

If Conan Edogawa had first seen Matsue Shigure like this, he would probably have called the police.

"Help me get that suitcase."

A calm voice sounded, and the blond young man opened his five fingers and threw the unconscious Rum aside.

The gaze gradually moved to the boy, and was extremely deep, like the deep sea under one's feet, making it impossible for people to glimpse the true emotions within.

Conan Edogawa felt like he had instantly turned into a quail that couldn't swim. Cold sweat dripped from his forehead. With a stone face, he handed the heavy suitcase to Matsue Shigure.

Just then, a shadow passed by, and the briefcase containing the heavy bomb drew a beautiful parabola in the air and fell straight into the water.

"Plop." The sound of falling into the water was clear.

*****************

Victory.

"Officer Hagiwara, Officer Matsuda!"

Huibara Ai's panting and pleading voice just rang out in the hall, but before she could finish the second half of the sentence, she suddenly stood there like a chicken with its neck stuck.

The scene was in chaos, with everyone huddled around the podium and screams being heard from time to time.

"Stop fighting! If you keep fighting, someone will die! Hagiwara, calm down!"

"Stop! Stop now, Matsuda!"

Police officers such as Sato Miwako and Takagi Wataru took turns to go into battle, trying frantically to pull Hagiwara Kenji and Matsuda Jinpei apart.

"Are you still laughing? Are you still pretending to be righteous and calm? Ah!"

Matsuda Jinpei tightened his fingers, grabbed Zhong Yonghe's hair hard, dragged him off the chair and threw him to the ground.

The latter had a defunct bomb hanging on his chest, which now looked more like a plaque of shame hung in front of the prisoners.

"Ahhh, help me--!" Zhong Yonghe tried to cover his face and screamed continuously.

Sato Miwako wanted to get the person out, but was stopped by Hagiwara Kenji with a nonchalant attitude.

"Officer Sato, we know what's going on." He snapped his fingers and stepped directly on Zhong Yonghe's calf.

"Crack" sounded like a bone breaking.

Miwako Sato: “!!!” What the hell do you have!

"You're still calling for help? Who's unwilling to save you? You're holding a dumb bullet and stammering! Do you really think he can't see the level of my training after so many years?"

"I played this trick seven years ago. You dare to play it in front of me now?!"

The curly-haired police officer's hands seemed to be glued to Zhong Yonghe's hair, and every time he spoke, he would slam the back of his head against the ground.

"If you let me, your instructor, be scared and play a game of choice, I will send you to hell first!"

"Go to hell, you bastard!"

Jinpei Matsuda's voice became hoarse with excitement, his eyes were red and bloodshot, and he looked as if he was about to cry as he spoke.

Gradually, the policemen who were blocking the fight stopped their actions. Several of them stood silently, watching Zhong Yonghe being beaten until his face was bruised and swollen, with blood from his nose and teeth falling all over the floor.

Standing nearby, Takagi Wataru asked Sato Miwako at a loss, "Why are Mr. Matsuda and the others so excited?"

"Seven years ago." Sato Miwako pursed her lips. "If it was that case, it would be understandable that Matsuda and the others saw through the conspiracy of Councillor Nakayoshi..."

That was actually a high-IQ crime. The bomber colluded with the hostages, and the crying hostages were actually the leaders of the whole case. The only reason was that the lovers ended up becoming siblings and wanted to take revenge on society.

She took the initiative to induce all the police to focus their attention on her, setting up various checkpoints to delay time, causing the police to ignore another larger explosion crisis.

Miwako Sato was not involved in that case, but the instructor mentioned that she was the next class after Jinpei Matsuda graduated.

"At that time, only one police officer named Songjiang insisted on suspecting the hostages and even proposed to approach the hostages for questioning..." Her voice was very low, "but he was rejected."

Takagi Shigeru couldn't help but ask: "So what's the result?"

"A group of young and energetic police academy students did not wait for the truth to come out, but took pity on the emotionally broken hostages, reported the incident, and took action to defuse the bomb in advance."

Hagiwara Kenji slowly stood up, wiped the blood off his cheek, and said indifferently: "While the bomb on the hostage was being dismantled, a bomb in another shopping mall exploded."

It was a chain reaction. An explosion occurred on an upper floor of a shopping mall. Naturally, all the police thought that the bomb was on an upper floor and had no intention of evacuating the crowd around.

Only Matsue Shigure, who put a gun to the hostage's mouth, was like a judge from the sky. He broke through the opponent's defense without any emotion and asked about the location of the last bomb.

——The wine cellar in the shopping mall.

Someone had to go through the sea of ​​fire, risk the bombs exploding, cut off the bombs' connection with the outside world, and completely seal them in the heavy wine cellar before they could reverse the situation.

At this point, an outstanding policeman has been added to the list of sacrifices.

…You taught us not to be impulsive, but you didn’t teach us how to break the impasse.

Jinpei Matsuda was trembling all over as he held the bloodstained detective badge. The words "They are my students" became the last words recorded. After that, no matter how much he shouted, there was no sound.

Although everything seems calm on the Goddess now, the nightmares of the past almost dragged him into the abyss of despair.

"...I need to go over there." Matsuda Jinpei stood up shakily, muttering, "The instructor is still in danger."

"But we can't get through right now," said Sato Miwako. "The two ships are running parallel and can't get too close. The lifeboats have all been cleared. If we want a helicopter, we'll have to wait a few minutes."

Hagiwara Kenji took a deep breath. He felt that since Matsue Shigure was able to see through the trick seven years ago, he should be mentally prepared now.

However, they can't always pin their hopes on Matsue Shigure again.

"Amuro-nii has passed away." Huihara Ai's voice rang out in the silence, "He is now on the Goddess."

The police all turned their eyes to Haibara Ai.

Amuro Toru...will he be the breaking point?

***********

The sound of a heavy object falling into the water was very clear.

"Brother Songjiang!" The young detective couldn't help but raise his voice, "What should we do with the bomb in Zhongyonghe!"

"Don't worry about it." The blond young man covered his lips and coughed a few times. There was an abnormal blush on his pale face.

Edogawa Conan was blocked by his extremely cold words. He stood there at a loss for a moment, not knowing what to do.

"Come here." Songjiang Shigure waved at him.

The danger radar sounded, and Conan Edogawa took several steps forward before finally walking slowly to Matsue Shigure's side.

The latter's cold hand fell on his cheek, gradually slid down, and finally rested on his neck, as if it would tighten in the next second.

Songjiang Shiyu let out a low, hoarse laugh: "Are you afraid of me?"

Edogawa Conan felt his fingers trembling more and more violently, as if they had been tensed to the extreme.

"Brother Songjiang." The young detective did not struggle. He looked up at him and hesitated to speak. "Calm down."

“I must be going crazy.”

Matsue Shigure murmured something, he half squatted down so that his eye level was level with Edogawa Conan.

The young detective then saw his expression, which was confused and fragile, with his long eyelashes fluttering as if he would cry the next moment.

Edogawa Conan couldn't help but grab his cold hand.

"Brother Songjiang, you can see clearly now, right? Apart from the wound, where else do you feel uncomfortable? We have to go back quickly..."

Matsue Shigure seemed not to have heard him clearly, and continued to talk to himself: "Conan, you have to keep a secret for me about what Rum just said."

The whitewashing led by Conan was instantly shattered. The young detective's expression instantly froze, and he squeezed out the words from his throat: "Brother Songjiang... Were you really a member of the organization before?"

In fact, it is not completely invisible. Haibara Ai's attitude towards Matsue Shigure does not seem like the first time they met. If the two knew each other in the organization, then everything can be explained.

Not to mention that the organization's attitude of holding on to Matsue Shigure is very catty.

But...if Matsue Shigure is a member of the organization, and is someone who has contact with codename members...

Edogawa Conan's breathing stopped when he thought about it.

"You have to keep this a secret for me... Don't tell anyone else, especially Amuro."

Matsue Shigure flexed and stretched his fingers twice before he managed to hold his hand back with reluctance. Edogawa Conan looked at his gradually becoming numb expression and inexplicably had a bad premonition.

"In fact, I was an undercover agent, sent by the public security organization. I...didn't kill anyone, not many people."

"...I really am an undercover." He murmured, as if he was talking to himself.

The night was dark and no scattered stars could be seen. Only a few rays of light from the sea fell into Songjiang Shiyu's empty eyes, and were soon swallowed up by the deeper darkness.

The smile he had just managed to summon up with great difficulty disappeared, as if he was about to immerse himself in his own world. However, he reluctantly spared a bit of his attention to explain the truth to the frightened little detective.

It was like being poured with a basin of ice water in the dead of winter. Conan Edogawa felt his heart suddenly shrink. The chill was accompanied by a stinging pain, making it difficult for him to calm down for a moment.

He was too afraid that Matsue Shigure would return to that dull and stupefied state at this moment. When the crisis on this ship was not resolved——

As for what Matsue Shigure said, he didn't have any doubts, but he was a little confused as to why his colleague Amuro Toru didn't know it.

"I didn't..." Matsue Shigure coughed twice and swallowed the "betrayal" in his mouth along with the blood.

"Do you promise me?"

Edogawa Conan was startled and said quickly: "I know! I will never tell anyone——"

A smile broke out on the blond young man's face, a faint and exceptionally gentle one.

At this moment, the young detective suddenly heard some movement nearby.

Rum, who had just been knocked unconscious by Matsue Shigure, stood up shakily. He took out a button from somewhere, held it in his hand, and grinned crazily on his bloody face: "Let's go to hell together!"

not good!

Conan Edogawa didn't hesitate at all. The anesthetic needle on his watch popped out instantly and he aimed at Rum's neck and fired immediately.

"Bang!"

"Bang--!"

Almost in sync with his movements were two gunshots, one after the other.

Suddenly, there was a huge bloody hole on Rum's forehead, and his wrist, which was trying to press the detonator, was shot through!

Rum staggered, then staggered back down.

Until his death, he never imagined that there were so many people hiding in the dark.

A figure holding a gun staggered out of the dark cabin. His pace seemed slow, but he was in front of the two people in just a few seconds.

Conan Edogawa held his breath and subconsciously wanted to protect Matsue Shigure. He never expected that there was someone hiding on this ship.

But the seemingly unremarkable worker didn't look at him.

He moved the hot muzzle of the gun to the forehead of Matsue Shiyu, whose smile had not yet disappeared. He kept trembling, and it was impossible to imagine that he had just shot Rum's wrist directly and accurately in the dim environment.

"Can you say that again?"

The voice was trembling and hoarse, and gradually dissolved into the cold and bloody air, becoming especially cold and hard.

"Matsue Shigure, you are A, right?"