Chapter 2837-2849 [Blow up Conan]
The footsteps were getting closer and closer, and with Vodka's surprised "Brother!", the person stopped in front of the cabinet.
Conan froze, his heart rate soaring to the extreme. The next moment, with the sound of clothes rubbing, he desperately found Gin leaning over and reaching a hand into the cabinet...
Then he picked up the Dark Cloud Snow Cat and took it away.
Conan: “……?”
As he stared blankly, the man outside stood up again and kicked the cabinet door hard.
The cabinet door clicked shut, and Conan sat in the darkness, stunned.
...What's going on?
...Did he really get away with it?
…
Outside the cabinet.
Vodka looked at this scene and had as many question marks on his head as Conan did.
"What's going on? Why do you look like you're leaving? Didn't Big Bro see the Uzo brat hiding behind the Uzo cat?"
Vodka was a little skeptical at first, but then he quickly put an end to this disrespectful thought: "That shouldn't be the case. Brother Gin's observation ability is much better than mine. I saw the reflection of that kid's shoes. There's no reason for him to be unaware of it..."
While hesitating, Vodka suddenly thought of something.
——Just now, the eldest brother seemed to have noticed the little devil in the closet. But after receiving a message and going out, his attitude suddenly changed.
So who sent that message?
...Who did Brother Gin go out to meet again?
As these two questions flashed through his mind, Vodka had a bad feeling in his heart.
Just as I was feeling nervous, Gin suddenly opened the cabinet in the middle of the locker and put something inside.
"It's set. It will explode in five minutes." Gin glanced at the old-fashioned alarm clock he had just taken from the security room, sneered, and said to Vodka, "No matter what kind of rat is hiding here, it will soon disappear from the world along with this station."
Conan in the closet: "!!!"
Vodka looked at the alarm clock: "......?"
He was full of questions and followed Gin blankly, trotting away.
…
After leaving the storage room and walking a distance, Vodka realized something belatedly: "Oh! I see, it's an alarm clock bomb - those guys in the research department are so idle that they actually used the funds to do something as boring as this."
Gin rolled his eyes silently, not bothering to explain.
He threw the cat to Vodka, and then, amid the chaos behind him, came to the place where Jiang Xia had knocked someone down.
The fake detective had left, leaving only three unconscious kidnappers and the peripheral members who had just arrived on the ground.
"Take them back with their mouths shut. Don't let them contact anyone. I'll interrogate them when I get back." Gin thought for a moment, then frowned and said, "Forget it. Take these two and deal with them. It's enough to keep only one."
Behind him, Vodka was being ridden on the head by a cat. He looked at the three people stumbling on the ground and didn't dare to say a word: "..." This, this beaten look, why does it look a little familiar?
...Could it be that Wuzo had been here just now and beat someone up here?
As this thought flashed through his mind, Vodka felt that the air around him became turbid in an instant.
Above him, the hungry cat lowered its head as if aware of something. Noticing the vanilla ice cream machine's slackness, it raised its paw and patted Vodka's head in dissatisfaction.
"!" This really worked. Vodka glanced upwards and smoothly projected his resentment towards someone onto the cat.
…
After arranging the follow-up, Gin left the station with the people and things.
What he put in the locker just now was certainly not an alarm clock bomb, but a real alarm clock.
According to Gin, he actually wanted to drag the guy out and beat him up.
But unfortunately, that kid is not a member of the organization yet - if he really pulled the person out of the closet and saw his face, then according to the rules, this kid who knew too much should be silenced.
But now, considering all the circumstances, although this kid raised by Wu Zuo was wrong, he has not yet reached the point where he must be executed...
Gin: “…” Forget it, let him go and let him learn a lesson.
Having experienced the fear of near-death, the little kid will probably be more careful in his actions in the future.
…
A group of men in black left with large and small bags.
In the lockers in the storage room.
Conan stared at the closed door, listening to the ticking of the second hand above his head, and was shrouded in the shadow of death.
"Five minutes later, the station exploded... just because of a person who might have already escaped??"
If someone else said this, Conan would just think that the other person was exaggerating.
But now, the person who left the bomb is Gin... He is a arrogant madman who dares to blow up the Shinkansen!
After a brief panic, Conan gritted his teeth, put his ear against the cabinet, and tried to listen to the noise outside.
The storage room was dead silent, with only the steady sound of "da," "da," coming along the iron sheet, like the beats of a sacrificial drum, striking his heart again and again.
"Vodka and Gin should have left. I did hear two footsteps getting farther and farther away..."
Conan stared at his watch, quickly assessing the current situation in his mind: "If I go out right now, I might run into them. I can't be impatient - wait two more minutes, then open the door and retreat. This station is not too big, three minutes is enough for me to leave here."
He suppressed his increasingly heavy breathing and stared closely at the second hand on the watch face. He had never felt that time was passing so slowly.
Finally, the second hand turned twice and Conan counted 120 numbers in his mind.
…That’s enough! Gin and Vodka should have left the station by now.
Conan adjusted his numb body and couldn't wait to get out.
However, when he pushed the cabinet door, he was stunned.
"Why can't I open it?" Conan was confused for a moment, then suddenly realized, "Oh, that's right, Gin's kick just now completely shut the door! I have to loosen the lock first...
"By the way, this guy is an outlaw, why does he keep this good habit of 'closing the door after use'? Can't he just turn around and leave?"
While cursing Gin in his heart, Conan turned on the flashlight on his watch, trying to block out the life-threatening "ticking" sound in his ears, and carefully observed the structure of the lock.
He quickly aimed at the position and hooked his hand.
There was a slight clicking sound.
The door didn't budge.
The structure that should have slid smoothly was stuck by the mechanism. Conan was startled, and then he used all his strength to pull it a few more times.
...The cabinet door still doesn't move.
...Are the lockers here the type that automatically lock after being closed? !
"How could this happen..." Conan curled up in the closet, stunned.
(End of this chapter)
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