Sitting in the car, completely bewildered, Sekine Yasushi watched as a strange boy took a bomb from under his car. His face turned deathly pale, and cold sweat streamed down his forehead.
Although I don't know who planted it, if the bomb explodes while I'm on the road, I'll be dead.
"My husband!"
A surprised exclamation in a soft, Kyoto accent came from behind.
Ooka Momiji ran over, lifting her skirt, and grabbed Yuzuru Nan's arm without saying a word. The action was swift and decisive. Today, she was wearing a pink dress, which made her skin look as white as snow and her red lips look luscious.
“Miss Hongye, although I quite like it when you call me husband, I still need to clarify that this is only our third meeting.” Yu Shengnan tried to pull his arm away helplessly, but unexpectedly the embrace was very tight, and he could only reluctantly accept this intimate posture.
"Why be so formal, my husband?"
Instead of letting go, Ooka Momiji hugged her even tighter.
She deliberately nestled the boy's arm deep into her impressive "assets," tilted her head back, parted her red lips slightly, and asked with a hint of expectation, "Did my husband come here specifically to save me?"
"You mean this?" Yu Shengnan tossed the remote-controlled bomb in his hand.
"Yes..." Despite being a proud noblewoman, Ooka Momiji seemed a little narcissistic at this moment, looking at Hanyu Nan with affection in her eyes, her gaze filled with love and dependence: "My husband must have realized I was in danger, so he came to save me, right?"
Yuzuru: "......"
In a sense, Ooka Momiji was right.
He just remembered this plot and happened to be passing by, so he helped out, but the premise was that a certain big-breasted girl was in the convoy.
Otherwise, Yuzuru wouldn't be interested in getting involved; that's the police's business.
He wasn't a heartless person; he wouldn't let a beautiful girl who was deeply in love with him get hurt in front of him.
Seeing that Yuzuru Nan didn't deny it, Ooka Momiji's smile deepened, her eyes curving into crescent moons.
Just as she was about to say something more, Officer Otaki walked over shakily: "Mr. Yuzuru, Ms. Momiji, perhaps we should put the bomb aside for now, in case..."
At this point, Officer Otaki dared not continue.
Looking at the distinguished man and woman before him, Officer Otaki felt his heart trembling uncontrollably.
Especially since the two of them were holding a remote-controlled bomb that could explode at any moment, he felt that his career would be over if it exploded.
"Don't worry, my husband will protect me!" Ooka Momiji said nonchalantly, her deep blue eyes gazing at her beloved husband with watery eyes, and she said sweetly, "Husband..."
At that moment, Heiji Hattori and Conan also arrived at the scene.
Conan's eyes sharpened when he saw the bomb in Yuzuru Hanyu's hand.
"Yusuke, did you plant this bomb?"
Hattori Heiji subconsciously questioned.
Ooka Momiji was still immersed in the sweet atmosphere of being with Hanyu Nan, but upon hearing this, her face instantly turned cold. She looked coldly at the man she had once viewed through rose-tinted glasses, a hint of displeasure flashing in her eyes.
Her voice was unusually cold, completely different from the soft and sweet tone she used when speaking to Yuzuru. She said sternly, "Heiji Hattori, watch your words to my husband!"
Hattori Heiji was taken aback: "He's your husband?"
Ooka Momiji raised her chin, her face full of pride, and said, "Of course, Nan-kun, the husband I've chosen, will be mine sooner or later!"
Yuzuru had a faint smile on his lips, but he didn't deny what Ooka Momiji said, letting her hold him so intimately.
Looking at the girl tightly hugging Yuzuru, Hattori Heiji suddenly felt a tickle on his head for some reason, as if something was growing wildly.
"Hey, hey..." Conan sighed helplessly and reminded them, "Can you guys stop talking for a moment? The bomb is still there. If it explodes, we're all doomed."
"No, it's that you're all doomed."
Yuzuru calmly corrected Conan's mistake, his fingers tracing the bomb's casing: "C4 plastic explosive, equipped with both time-controlled and remote-controlled detonation devices."
He flipped the bomb over, revealing a tiny display screen at the bottom.
The countdown has 3 minutes and 27 seconds left.
"What?!"
Officer Otaki's expression changed drastically. "Quickly call the explosives disposal team!"
"It's too late."
Yuzuru said calmly, and suddenly threw the bomb into the air.
Amidst the horrified gazes of the crowd, a ball of blue flame appeared out of thin air, engulfing the bomb completely and turning it into ashes that scattered in the air.
Having already investigated Yuzuru's identity and knowing about her future husband's godlike abilities, Ooka Momiji was not surprised at all. Her eyes sparkled as she clapped her hands, exclaiming, "My husband is amazing!"
Vermouth leaned against the car, a relit cigarette between her long, slender fingers, wisps of smoke rising as she watched the scene with interest: "My young master is becoming more and more charming; even the eldest daughter of the Ooka family is captivated."
Pu Siqinglan stood aside and said matter-of-factly, "It is her honor to fall in love with the young master!"
On the other side, Inspector Otaki's legs went weak, and he almost knelt down: "Mr. Yuzuru... what's wrong with you...?"
"It's just magic." Yuzuru clapped his hands casually, then turned to look at Ooka Momiji: "Alright, Momiji-san, the danger is over. You can let go now. I have a date waiting for me over there."
A beautiful girl with a broad mind is indeed quite nice.
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