3 minutes and 30 seconds.

You looked around and noticed that most of the ordinary citizens had already evacuated, which reduced your pressure on searching.

The view is better... the distance is closer... you quickly lock onto the overpass of the Beihu Market, not far from the Ferris wheel.

If you squint, you can see a man in grey clothes above, leaning against the railing and looking forward.

Just lock on to him! Your heart moved and you ran towards the overpass at high speed.

2 minutes and 30 seconds.

From a distance you see the man with one hand on the railing and the other in his pocket, where there is a square bulge - you have to let him take his hand out of his pocket.

You have already seen clearly that he is the bomber who shocked the Metropolitan Police Department in the plot.

You ran up to the man, panting, and raised the sushi in your hand with a smile: "Sir, your takeaway has arrived."

"What?" The man in gray frowned, "I didn't order takeout."

"Sir, don't be ridiculous," you said, pretending to be angry. "You said cash on delivery, don't you want to pay?" You opened the sushi box and held it forward. "Look, isn't this your corn dog sushi?"

"I said I didn't order it..." The man in gray pushed you away angrily, but the sushi fell forward as soon as you tilted your hand, and the salad dressing on it smeared all over the man in gray.

"Ah! You bastard!" The man in gray grabs your left wrist with one hand, subconsciously takes his other hand out of his pocket, and uses it to wipe the sauce off his clothes.

Right now——!

You grab his wrist and press his arm, bend your left arm at the elbow and press down, sweep your left leg over while grabbing him and pulling him forward with your right hand. The man in gray is caught off guard and falls forward. You seize the opportunity to hit him hard on the back near the neck with your elbow, paying special attention to bending him to the other side to avoid pressing on the controller in your pocket.

You push the man in gray to the ground, fold his arms behind his back with one hand, and reach for the controller in your pocket with the other.

The man in gray saw what you were going to do and started to struggle violently. He was about to push you away, so you had to hold him with both hands.

One minute left.

It seems to be a stalemate at the moment, with the man in gray unable to break free and you unable to reach for the controller.

This is not a good situation for you, the bomb on the Ferris wheel is still counting down. You feel a little sweat on your forehead.

At this moment, a silver needle broke through the air and pierced into the gray-clothed man's neck, and the gray-clothed man's body suddenly went limp.

Anesthetic injection! ——You looked up and saw Conan running towards you with his watch on his head.

You came just in time! You raised your lips and reached out to take the controller out of the gray-clothed man's pocket. There were two buttons on it, a big one on the top and a small one on the bottom, but they were both red and had no indication of their use.

"..." You threw the controller to Conan who was running over.

30 seconds left.

Conan took the controller with a little surprise.

"I don't know which button is for pause, just press it." You sat on the gray-clothed man's back, holding your chin with your hand and said, "You must be luckier than me."

"..." Conan twitched his lips and looked down at the unidentified controller.

His brain began to work at a high speed, combining this person's identity, habits, and abilities for a comprehensive analysis. If he was the serial bomber, then the possibility of him stopping was small, and the possibility of him detonating the bomb when the police dismantled it was high - the possibility of detonating it was high for convenience.

However, you can detonate again after pausing, but the detonation cannot be changed, so in order to avoid accidental contact... probably... the bigger one is paused.

Time is running out. Conan almost feels that the next moment will be a five-minute explosion. Now no matter which button he presses, there is a 50% chance of pausing.

Then combine the analysis——Conan's hands were shaking a little, but he pressed the big key firmly——

The air seemed to be still at this moment.

1 second, 2 seconds, 3 seconds.

The Ferris wheel was motionless.

"Huh..." Conan let out a long breath and fell to the ground. The back of his shirt was wet with sweat from running and nervousness.

“Looks like it worked.” You heaved a sigh of relief. “Let’s call those police officers and explain.”

Conan took out his cell phone and called Sato. He explained the situation as quickly as possible and then hung up.

"Matsuda has just sent a text message to Sato, saying that the bomb countdown has stopped at 1 second, but the prompt has been displayed, it is indeed the Beika Central Hospital." Conan said, "Sato will call Matsuda immediately and tell him that the bomber has been caught and let him dismantle the bomb. Well, the police will come to take this guy away soon." He pointed at the man in gray where you were sitting.

It was really thrilling, at the last moment... you thought.

"Then maybe I should ask you," Conan paused, "How do you know that the man in gray is the bomber?"

"Oh, I guessed." You said nonsense seriously, "I've always been lucky."

"...Then why did you ask me to press..."

"Because science is better than superstition," you laughed, "your reasoning plus luck is better than me, who is just lucky."

"..." Conan said tentatively, "You were very skilled in that set of grappling moves at that time."

"Really? Thank you." You said sincerely, "I haven't practiced for a long time in my senior year of high school because I was preparing for the college entrance exam."

“……” It’s rare that he admitted it so quickly.

Conan continued to ask: "Brother, have you practiced these?"

You patted Conan's shoulder: "...Just for exercise."

Both of your parents are police officers. When you were a kid, you were beaten up every day. You were often bruised and swollen. Your neighbors thought you were being abused. You think of your past in real life, and you curl your lips with a bit of nostalgia.

The other party has never shown any aggression towards him (except for the price increase...), and everything he does seems to be positive. And his intuition tells Conan that the other party will not hurt him. So under the detective's instinctive desire to explore, he decided to ask a more in-depth question about a relatively sensitive topic.

"..." Conan's glasses reflected white light in an unscientific way, "So... who are you?"

“Huh?” You blinked and pointed to the sushi scattered on the ground. “Didn’t I tell you, it’s a delivery guy!”

“…”

Conan looked speechless, and you responded with a perfect eight-tooth smile: "Welcome to our store~ But you can only order takeout, otherwise the price will be increased."

At this time, the police also rushed over. They took away the bomber who had fainted on the ground and carefully recovered the controller.

Officer Shiratori came forward to take your statements. You cooperated very well and it was done quickly. After taking your statements, Shiratori reached out to shake your hand: "...Anyway, I should say thank you, my Chinese friend who acted bravely. I wish you a happy time in Japan."

“Haha… happy… happy…” You shook your head, “I have another favor to ask of you, officer. Please tell Officer Matsuda that I will give him another portion of his takeout tomorrow.”

"Oh, okay." White Bird took note.

"Then I'll take Conan with me?" You picked up Conan, "Let's go home together. You sit on the back seat of my bike."

"Huh?" Conan was stunned.

"That's right. Officer Sato is handling the scene right now. He may not have time to take Conan back." Shiratori smiled at Conan, "It's a good thing you have a neighbor."

Conan: "...Haha..."

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