I waited quietly in the room for a few minutes and found that the suspect didn't seem to take the black screen in my room seriously.

Without the concern of surveillance, I have a lot of room to maneuver.

But...

Is action really necessary?

I pulled a chair and placed it in front of the French window. Leaning back, I looked out the window at the already agitated city, and could even imagine the red and blue lights of the police car that would soon arrive.

Judging from the prisoner's behavior just now, I guess this matter has most likely nothing to do with me, my identity, or the main storyline.

If I intervened rashly, I would be in danger, especially when an accident of this magnitude could not even be attributed to an unexpected event that was not planned.

It was just a coincidence.

And it's not necessarily an accidental event that poses a threat to me.

After all, I'm not Jingguang, so there's no need to work hard for others. The most important thing is to make myself feel more relaxed.

As for the others—I felt a surge of irritation in my heart.

The "smell" and influence of those brain waves already make me feel very uncomfortable and disgusted. I would rather say that if the criminals take action and the number of them decreases, I would feel more comfortable...

So, for my sake, others should be allowed to——

Wait, what the hell am I thinking!

Is this the kind of thinking a socialist successor should have?

I slapped myself hard, what kind of influence is this? At first, I thought that even if I had a certain assimilation with Jingguang, I should still be a righteous partner!

Die young.

It’s okay to think about other things, but the idea of ​​using other people’s lives to fulfill your own mood is not a good idea!

Don't say anything else. I must demonstrate my stance and style here. Otherwise, I will probably shut myself off when I get back. Why would I bother taking exams and going to school?

I suddenly opened my eyes, wiped my face vigorously with my hands, and wiped the makeup that was almost gone even lighter, looking at Jingguang's face reflected in the glass——

Bai Yueguang's sense of justice cannot be defeated in my hands!

For such a big incident, the police responded within a few minutes.

I opened the window, and the cool night air from the fourteenth floor hit my face, calming my mind.

In fact, if you think about it carefully, this hotel building has at least hundreds of people and hundreds of rooms. It is impossible for one person to monitor everything. But the warning in the broadcast just now...

Either it's a set term used to shock people, or it's just... gang?

It is impossible to determine the number of enemies, or even whether the person living next door is an enemy or a friend. After all, even in the bus robbery, the two robbers knew to arrange one of their own among the passengers.

If it was a gang crime, there must be robbers among the guests.

Sorry for the trouble.

It was almost impossible to evacuate the people, so the only thing we could do was to get rid of the prisoners.

I took out my phone. The prisoners did not block any signal transmission at all. I flipped through it and saw that this incident had fermented on the Internet. The people inside were frantically asking for help. There were even some fearless people who broadcast live on the Internet.

Influence

Is the criminal taking advantage of this influence?

This matter has already attracted so much attention at its inception. I can imagine what kind of comments will be made by all parties involved if it is not handled properly.

Credibility, the target is the police, or at least one of the targets is the police?

There is no shortage of people who hate the police and detectives in Conan's world. The ultimate goal of these criminals is often not to kill people or to gain any tangible benefits, but simply to harm others and not benefit themselves, just to make the police lose face.

At the same time, this type of prisoner often needs an inducement.

To be honest, there are not many pleasure offenders in the Conan world. Reality may not require logic, but stories do.

As long as there is this kind of causal logic, it can be found out.

It's related to this hotel and it's related to the police - these are the two factors now, but after looking around, I can't find any major incident.

Could it be something trivial?

Could it be that the reason for making such a big fuss was just because of a forgotten look or a case sealed in police files?

Or maybe there are things I haven't discovered yet...

The pressure hangs over the entire Yokohama like a mountain.

I can't help but think that if this happened in Yokohama before, the old forest boss would probably have scattered the prisoner's ashes.

"Sizzle——" My phone vibrated and a message immediately popped up from the top of the screen.

It's Conan's number.

"How's your situation?"

Keep your words as brief as possible; a child's body is actually an advantage at this time. If the camera in every room is the same, then as long as Cat Brother can block the screen, Conan should be able to move freely.

So I immediately replied: "Safe, phone?"

As soon as I sent the message, the screen of my phone changed and Conan's number called.

"Brother Fūya, how is the situation on your floor?" Conan's voice was low and he went straight to the point.

"No one has died yet, but the previous explosion has burned many people. There is no chance of treatment now. That level of injury cannot be delayed for too long." I quickly sorted out the situation I saw in the corridor before. "What about you guys?"

"There are no casualties on this floor. It seems that the criminal's purpose is not to kill people. The explosion is just a means to control the hotel. I am now monitoring the blind spot, and Brother Okiya can just block it." He explained the situation in his eyes in just a few words, "Where is the camera over there?"

"It was demolished before it was opened. There are hundreds of rooms here. If we want to monitor them all, it will require too much manpower and resources. I prefer to use this thing to shock people. The warning mentioned in the broadcast just now is the same. But the problem is——"

"We can't gamble with other people's lives." Conan took over my words.

“Yes.”

At this point, the sound of police sirens could be heard faintly not far away, and the authorities had already responded.

"The lives of the hostages and guests are not the ultimate goal of the criminals."

"Threats, conditions... the police can't transfer people out now, they can only find a way to catch the criminal."

Just as I thought.

"The surveillance model is very simple and cannot receive signals remotely." I held the disassembled camera in my hand. "The scope of this building is large enough. It is impossible for the signal to cover the entire building at once. Either only part of it will work, or there will be multiple signal receivers."

As a senior undercover agent and an excellent public security officer, Jing Guang was able to possess this basic knowledge. However, he encountered some obstacles during the analysis.

Being a hostage in such a big hotel would be too out of control.

If it were me, wouldn't it be more convenient to find a convenience store, or take the Shinkansen or public transportation? It would be easier to escape and easier to control.

Unless this hotel itself has extraordinary significance to the prisoner, or there is someone inside who has extraordinary significance to the prisoner.

The hotel is indeed a landmark building in the area because of its architectural style. The only thing worth noting is that the person who presided over its construction was a member of the House of Representatives, and the investor was also a consortium that supported this member of the House of Representatives.

Is it a political reason?

I can think of these, and with Conan and Neko's abilities, they can naturally think of them as well.

"Wait, didn't you see the criminal?"

Conan would explain by asking, "Did you see it?"

"Well," his voice changed, "someone monitored us back to the room we left from. He was wearing a mask and a hat, and a bulletproof vest. He didn't look tall, but he had a gun and a bomb controller. He did say something, but the voice on the radio was not his. He didn't have a voice changer around his neck."

Upstairs, on the sixteenth floor.

Why is it there? Could it be that the criminal's real purpose is on the 16th floor?

There was a pause, and I heard silence for a few seconds. "That person is still in the hallway. I can... hear noises outside."

Pfft, the conversation sounded a bit unnatural. I'm afraid Conan couldn't hear anything directly, but he may have left something that could allow him to eavesdrop outside the door during the commotion just now, so he could only use it to observe the situation outside.

"I can only hear the broadcast on this floor, as for downstairs——"

I grabbed the window frame and leaned out. After coming to this world, why do I feel like I am always climbing windows and climbing walls? Hey!

Aiming at the route, I let go and jumped down, passing through some designs exposed outside the wall, and landed in front of the window outside the corridor on the lower floor.

"Brother Fūya, are you still listening? What happened?!"

I picked up my phone, and on the other side of the room, I could only hear the wind and the compressed air, as well as the movement of my feet.

I took out my phone with one hand. I can only say that this is the pain of forgetting to bring headphones. "It's okay. I checked downstairs. There are no suspected criminals on the two lower floors."

"Downstairs?"

"Um, any questions?"

"No - that is to say, only the people on the 16th floor have seen the prisoner..."

I was standing on the bellows outside, and suddenly I felt another sound coming from the other end of the phone, a mutated radio sound.

"It looks like the police have arrived, so let's get started. Now, please ask those whose room numbers have been called to take the elevator to the top floor."

"1004, 2112..."

The room numbers were read out one by one on the radio. I thought my number would be called after I reached the 14th floor, but I didn't expect that the number was skipped and it was the number of the room next to mine.

"…1612."

This is the room number where the Young Freeloaders are staying. Conan used to live here too. The protagonist is indeed the chosen one!

However, Conan just said that there was a cat brother to cover him, which means that Conan is most likely not in 1612, but in 1613.

I suddenly had a hunch. Since the criminal's original goal was most likely on the 16th floor, then 1612——

Is Conan the target?

The range was reduced a lot in an instant, and Conan would be targeted——

Someone who would target a child couldn't be an ordinary attacker.

My face sank and I suddenly felt angry.

Can others touch my things?