"Drop your weapons, get out of the car and raise your hands in surrender!!"
Officer Megure, holding a large red loudspeaker, stood in the crowd and persuaded the white van to surrender.
But unfortunately, the constant calls for surrender were of no use at all, and the van just stopped there without any movement.
However, the criminal was already trapped and had no possibility of escape, so the police did not choose to attack him for the time being, but instead remained in a stalemate with him.
After all, the prisoners still have guns in their hands, and there might be casualties. If possible, we still hope to adopt the safer method of persuading them to surrender.
Of course, the police cannot pin all their hopes on the criminals. During the stalemate, the snipers have already found a nearby sniper point. If the criminals choose to attack by force, they will be killed instantly!
By then, no matter what choice the other party makes, they will have a foolproof plan.
After all, from the moment of the siege, the initiative was in the hands of the police, and the other party's stalemate would only gradually expand their advantage.
In the white van, the previous pride had long disappeared, replaced by the ugliness of human nature.
"The mastermind is Masaharu, right?"
In the silent car, Rabbit looked at the police around him, then glanced at the silent Heiwa Masaharu, and suddenly spoke.
"Yeah, right."
When Huangmao heard "Rabbit" trying to shirk responsibility, he responded without hesitation.
"It was Masaharu who came up with the plan to attack the cash collection van, and it was Masaharu who decided to plant the bomb in the cabin."
When Rabbit heard Huangmao agree, he must have immediately shifted the blame in his mind, saying, "Even the person who killed Ueno was Masaharu. He was the one who served the coffee. Neither of us was there."
"yes."
Huang Mao said in a hurried tone, "Zhengzhi made all the decisions and he was the one who killed the person. It has nothing to do with us. We agreed before that the money would be divided between the two of us, 500 million, and he was the one who came up with the idea, 100 million. So Zhengzhi is the mastermind, and we are just accomplices who were coerced!!"
As if grabbing the last straw for a drowning man, the next moment, the yellow-haired man with a ferocious expression raised his gun and pointed it at Heihe Zhengzhi, "You are not allowed to cause trouble!!"
Inside the dim car, three people who were originally accomplices started a quarrel at this moment.
Huangmao and "Rabbit" completely exposed the ugliness of human nature at this desperate moment.
The two men had already planned to be arrested and were now preparing to pin all the charges on Heihe Zhengzhi in the hope of getting the lightest sentence possible.
"Don't worry, I didn't intend to drag you into this. I was the mastermind."
Being pointed at by the yellow-haired man with a gun, Heihe Zhengzhi showed no anger at all. Instead, he looked out the window and said calmly, "Go ahead. Are you planning to surrender?"
"Is it okay?" Huangmao was stunned when he heard this, and then asked in disbelief.
"Oh, of course, go ahead."
At Heiwa Zhengzhi's urging, the yellow-haired man threw his guns from the passenger door and then slowly got out of the car, stretched out his hands and walked slowly towards the police.
Soon, criminals holding explosion-proof shields rushed up in a swarm, forming an iron wall facing the white van, while the police officers following behind immediately subdued the two prisoners and took them to the back of the shelter formed by police cars.
Seeing this scene, Heiwa Masaharu smiled, then put on the clown mask and slowly opened the car door with a gun in hand under the criminals' cautious gazes.
When a clown with colorful curly hair and a funny smile got out of the car with a gun, seeing the scene in front of them, the criminals raised their guns and took a step back at the same time.
In the beginning, clowns were synonymous with being funny and making people laugh.
But I don’t know when it changed from a comedy image to a synonym for horror.
No one knows what kind of morbidity and madness is hidden behind that funny smile.
And it is precisely because we don’t know that we are afraid.
The moment the criminal, wearing a grinning clown mask, pointed a gun at themselves, everyone felt the other's madness at the same time.
"Stop, Heiwa Masaharu!" Officer Megure shouted with a loudspeaker, but Heiwa Masaharu showed no intention of stopping.
Just as the index finger on the trigger was about to press down, a male voice with a thick Osaka accent rang out from inside the van.
"Moshimoshi, can you hear me? I'm Hattori~"
"I'm Conan~"
The slightly exaggerated and relaxed tone coming from the intercom made Heiwa Masaharu stop what he was doing and turn to look inside the car.
"Hattori-kun, you seem to be in good spirits," Heiwa Masaharu replied calmly while holding the intercom.
"You were the one who pulled the detonator from the bomb, weren't you?"
Hattori Heiji smiled and said, "We only found out after we were rescued. That means you had no intention of killing the hostages from the beginning."
"Heiwa Masaharu, I'm Karasawa Genichi."
"Ah... that famous detective?"
Heiwa Masaharu, wearing a clown mask, asked without any emotion, "What's the matter?"
"Actually, I've been investigating you and found the only photo in your room. You wrote something on the back of the photo, right?"
Tang Ze stood at the innermost part of the encirclement, looking at Heiwa Masaharu in front of him, and his words came through the intercom: "Ever since I saw that sentence, I have been thinking about the meaning behind it.
——"Fake blue sky and white clouds", does this sentence refer to the sky reflected on the reflective glass of the Asahina Security Building?
For seven years, you have been at your workplace, gazing at the fake sky reflected in the mirror.
And in the area where the homeless live, where your father died of illness, you can clearly see the towering buildings across the street, the blue sky, and the white clouds."
Tang Ze listened to the silence on the intercom and the rapid breathing of Heihe Zhengzhi, and continued, "The rich have fields stretching for miles, while the poor have no place to stand. Near this park, the two form an extremely strong and distorted contrast.
The building that reflects the false sky protects a huge amount of wealth that the poor people can never achieve in their lifetime.
In your eyes, that towering building is this kind of existence."
Later, by chance, he unexpectedly met Ueno Hirayama, and the two had some interactions.
By chance, when he was filling out his resume for a job application, he saw the signature of the previous person's guardian - Hanzo Asahina, the owner of the towering building.
These two coincidences of fate happened to him one after another, which made him involuntarily produce a plan in his mind, and even made him feel that it was God's will.
So, he decided to complete the plan and steal one billion yen from the tall building that reflected the fake sky.
Then use the stolen money to buy something.
And this kind of thing is...
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