At midnight, the scattered stars still emitted a faint light.
The office bomb was placed in the mailbox, and it was defused ten minutes later.
"Since you want to see fireworks, then I'm not going to let you have your way."
Guangyou's lips curled up, a hint of mockery in his eyes. "I remember the main event tomorrow is there."
...
At the Tokyo Tower Special Observatory, Kouyu stood with his hands behind his back, admiring the city's night view from Tokyo's highest point.
Guangyou chuckled: "Extravagant."
In this era, the development of Tokyo has indeed surpassed that of many countries in the world.
Even seemingly glamorous cities have some imperfections, like that idiot from before.
That idiot planted two small, low-powered bombs in Tokyo Tower, one on the top observation deck and the other on the elevator cable.
Finally, the most powerful bomb was installed on the outside of the elevator ceiling.
The explosive charge on the observation deck was controlled to cause only a small explosion that would be noticeable to people nearby, and would not affect the tower's structure at all.
The bomb in the elevator ceiling had a much greater explosive force.
Kōsuke wasn't an expert in this area and couldn't estimate the exact power, but he knew the bomb exploded from the inside, so theoretically the entire Tokyo Tower would be affected, or even destroyed.
Whether Tokyo Tower exists or not has no impact on Kōyū, since it's not his property.
Guangyou didn't touch the bombs above. Let them explode when they need to; it's none of his business.
Meanwhile, the person above the elevator, Guangyou, tampered with the bomb, not only disarming the threat but also altering the content displayed on the screen above the bomb.
That idiot seemed to have anticipated that someone might disturb him, so he installed a listening device on the elevator bomb. Fortunately, Guangyou had made thorough preparations beforehand and had a jamming device, so it was never detected.
"I wonder what Conan's expression will be when he sees this tomorrow."
Guangyou chuckled, a look of anticipation on his face, but then shook his head and sighed, "It's a real shame I won't be able to see it tomorrow."
The Tokyo Tower stuff is all taken care of; now there's only one bomb left—the one located at Ran's school.
On his way to Tokyo Tower, Kousuke stopped by Reiko Kujo's office and found a bomb of the same type inside.
As for other famous detective agencies, Kōyū also visited them, but he didn't find any bombs. Perhaps it was because of Uncle Mori that the other detective agencies were overshadowed and thus remained unharmed.
I won't go into detail about other places, but in Tokyo, when you mention detectives, you think of Sleeping Kogoro and Shinichi Kudo, who has been missing for a long time.
"I really don't know if it's a good thing or a bad thing." Kōyū stroked his chin, thinking. "After all, the nail that sticks out gets hammered down. If it weren't for Uncle Mori's overwhelming popularity, we probably wouldn't be in this situation today. But the money that fame brings is also very attractive."
The current situation of Mori's office is just like those antique shops: either they don't open at all, or when they do, they live off the profits for three years.
The first floor of the office was rented out by Uncle Mori, which provided a fixed income each month, and most of the daily expenses came from there.
Kōyū sat on the edge of Tokyo Tower, his legs already stretched out and dangling in the air.
The saying "the higher you climb, the colder it gets" is a metaphor that Guangyou is unaware of, but he is indeed feeling a bit cold now that he is standing high and wearing thin clothes.
Kōyū got up and left Tokyo Tower. After walking down the tower, he headed straight for Teitan High School.
Silvery moonlight bathed the earth as Guangyou wandered through the alleyways of this bustling city.
...
Teitan High School warehouse
Guangyou stood in front of the five barrels, frowning. It wasn't that he couldn't dismantle them, but rather that it would be even more troublesome.
The five bombs in the barrel were too small for him to defuse, and he was worried that the guards on night patrol would come to inspect the warehouse.
If they find out halfway through dismantling it, who knows what kind of trouble the man might cause.
"Hmm, it's a little annoying."
Guangyou spat and took out his tools to begin defusing the bomb.
An hour later, Kwang-woo successfully defused the five bombs.
Debomb disposal requires a high level of concentration, especially for an amateur player like Guangyou who isn't very familiar with bombs; he needs to be extra careful.
Fortunately, the technology above is not as advanced as it was in his previous life, otherwise Guangyou would have been helpless.
His forehead was covered with fine beads of sweat, and when he wiped it with the cuff of his robe, a wet patch remained.
When it was all over, Guangyou breathed a long sigh of relief, feeling much more at ease.
The pain in his chest had been affecting Guangyou while he was doing this, which was one of the reasons why he was sweating so much on his forehead.
However, the pain did help Guangyou shake off his drowsiness and perk him up, so it was a mixed blessing.
After resolving the bomb crisis, Kwang-woo still needs to retrieve some items he'll need for tomorrow.
It was already late, and Guangyou didn't want to bother Chengshi any further. He felt bad about constantly troubling her.
...
By the time Guangyou retrieved the ordered equipment from some unspeakable place, it was already 2 a.m.
Having not stayed up all night in a long time, Guangyou couldn't help but yawn, glanced at the box in his hand, and felt a sense of satisfaction.
He didn't expect to be able to buy an M24 weapon in a place like this. It wasn't because he played a lot of games, but because this weapon was really useful.
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