Chapter 66: Coindo Chapter·Beginning

All clues vanished with the explosion.

Everything was zero.

The heat wave of the explosion almost knocked Tsukiyama Asari, who was not far from the car, to the ground. He barely held onto the wall and coughed several times to relieve his hoarse throat.

Four hours. Four hours had passed since the girl disappeared, and all clues were engulfed by the flames.

Even though Tsukiyama Asari couldn't help but swear, he pounded the wall with his right hand. The rough wall rubbed against his skin, bringing a fine pain, and the almost numb pain on the back of his hand, brought back his sanity that was almost blown away by the bomb.

"Tsukiyama--"

Sato Miwako went to check the car, while Date Kou ran directly to the man standing by the wall, staring at the hand that was still dripping blood.

"Officer Date--Officer Sato--"

Date Kou's unspoken question was interrupted by the boy's anxious shout. Everyone downstairs subconsciously raised their heads. Edogawa Conan stood on a chair and stuck his head out of the window with an anxious expression, "There is a bomb in the room!"

"Contact the explosive/explosive/ordnance disposal team and medical personnel!"

Tsukiyama Asari took Sato Miwako's handkerchief and wrapped the back of her hand hastily. Soon, blood seeped out of the handkerchief. It seemed that the injury was serious.

He gently moved his fingers and wrists. There was no problem. There should be no sequelae.

It's just that the wound is a bit deep, and I don't know whether I should take a puncture.

His mind was spinning, and he didn't listen to Date Ko's advice to go directly to the hospital. There were still a lot of things to do here, and it would be a waste of time to go back and forth.

When he returned to the room again, the little detective was staring at the tea on the table with a frown. After his eyes moved to Tsukiyama Asari who walked in, he instantly shouted like Date Ko just now, "Asari brother, why are you still here?! Go to the hospital!" After

saying that, the boy ran over with his short legs to see the other's injuries. He stretched out his hand to check but was frightened by the blood. His arm froze in mid-air and he dared not touch it.

Tsukiyama Asari touched the boy's soft hair with his uninjured hand and repeated what he had just said to Date Kou, "It's too far to go to the hospital. Medical staff are coming."

Seeing that Edogawa Conan rubbed his palm and still looked depressed, he quickly changed the subject, "What were you looking at just now?"

"Ah...that teacup is not right!" The little boy knew that his non-blood-related brother was particularly stubborn about some things, and it was useless to persuade him, so he just followed the other party's words, "It tastes like bitter almonds..."

"**?"

The faces of several people sank when they heard it.

Tsukiyama Asari sat down casually on the floor. When he stood, the sound of blood dripping on the wooden floor was really annoying. He didn't want Date Kou and the others to be reminded of the wound on his hand by this sound, lest they change their minds and send him to the hospital directly.

With his hands on the ground, he frowned and assumed the same thinking posture as the detective opposite him.

** and bombs, silence.

But why silence the old man?

The more he thought about it, the colder it got, as if there was a person or a group who had been watching their every move from an invisible place, and after discovering that they had tracked down the clues, they quickly abandoned this companion who might expose themselves, and coldly blew him into pieces.

No, this shouldn't be the reason.

It took no more than 20 minutes from the time they discovered the old woman's whereabouts to the time they rushed to the residential building. No one could quickly catch their movements in these 20 minutes, place bombs in the old woman's room and car, and poison the bottom of the teacup.

The old woman came back here at least two hours ago, and those people must have arranged everything before she came back. The bomb was hidden under the shabby sofa, and it would be detonated as long as she sat down and stood up. As a result, she has never sat on the sofa since she came back, nor has she made herself a sip of tea. In the end, the bomb in the car came in handy.

Why did they silence her so early? What was

the disagreement with other accomplices when they kidnapped Xiaoling? Or did she leave some clues that would be exposed to the police, forcing those guys to get rid of her, or... from a long time ago, perhaps from the day she joined the trafficking gang, she was a chess piece that could be discarded at any time.

The chaotic thoughts squeezed Yueshan Chaori's head and made it ache. He leaned back and accidentally bumped into the bulky old-fashioned TV behind him. There was a thick layer of dust on it and almost no one had touched it.

He turned his eyes back to the room.

The previous speculation was wrong.

The old woman did not live here temporarily, and the reason was probably not to avoid being noticed.

She was really like the others who lived here, just for economic reasons.

This house shows traces of a long life. The TV was covered in dust, but the teacup was clean. The tea set was old and the paint was chipped off in many places. Next to the sofa were a lot of cheap balls of wool and a dozen woven scarves. It seemed that they were selling handmade goods to make up for their expenses.

Aren't human trafficking gangs making huge profits?

Yueshan reached out his hand subconsciously to the small space under the TV. Halfway through, he felt his fingertips touch a hard object, which seemed to be an iron box.

What could be inside?

Thinking of this, he groped behind the box and was about to drag it out...?

The right hand that had been placed beside him was grabbed by someone, and Tsukiyama Asari was pulled forward. The action looked wild, but it completely avoided injuries.

This kind of action, it is estimated that only...

He raised his head, and indeed saw the curly-haired man wearing sunglasses. The other party hooked down the sunglasses, revealing a pair of angry eyes.

Matsuda Jinpei frowned and looked up and down at the hand he was holding, and said bluntly, "Don't you want your hand anymore? You two are really a family. You both torture yourselves in the same way."

Knowing that the other party was referring to Kasugawa Shugo, Tsukiyama Asari couldn't help but smile awkwardly, but he was scared in his heart.

Considering the relationship between Matsuda Jinpei and himself, the former would at most be harsh in words, and would not really hit him, but Kasugawa Shugo was different.

If this gorilla knew what Kasugawa Shugo had done a few days ago and how he rushed into the hospital, he would definitely be knocked to the ground with one punch.

No, it was not just a matter of one punch!

Tsukiyama Asari quickly lowered his head and let the doctor carrying the medical kit treat his wounds, suppressing his guilt.

Before Kasugawa Shugo's wounds healed, he must not let him run into Matsuda Jinpei... no, any of the five gorillas. Otherwise, he

would really be beaten to death!

... Eh? Didn't Matsuda Jinpei wear a bombproof suit?

Matsuda Jinpei was checking the bomb, and when he turned around, he met Tsukiyama Asano's gaze with strong condemnation. The man with an unlit cigarette in his mouth forced a smile and pointed at the man who walked in fully armed at the door, "He is in charge of this."

"Damn it--" Hagiwara Kenji was sweating, "Little Jinpei is so cunning, he said he came to investigate the situation first, just to avoid wearing an explosion-proof suit!"

"You guys should wear an explosion-proof suit every day!"

"I know--" Hagiwara Kenji dragged out the words, he has never said such a bastard thing since the bombing seven years ago, "Who wants to wear that thing?", but his friend obviously hasn't forgotten his criminal record until now.

What? It's been seven years, even if he is a labor reform prisoner, he should be forgiven.

"Okay, I'm going to start."

Hearing this, Date Kou directly carried the little boy who was still wandering in the room on his shoulders, and called Tsukiyama Asari, motioning him to leave the room.

"Right away."

He responded, quickly hooked out the iron box and held it in his hand, and followed the others.

It's not very heavy, and there is no obvious sound when it shakes. Is it paper? Tsukiyama Asari thought as he walked out of the room. He glanced at the screen a few times.

[It hurts so much!!! My wife, you dared to stab my wife's hand. It's a good thing for you to be killed by the explosion.]

[If I defuse the bomb, will my husband come out? ! (狗头玫瑰.jpg)]

[Why don’t you show the bomb defusing scene? My husband hasn’t appeared in years! ! Since they’re defusing the bomb, can they take them out for a walk?]

Hmm?

He flipped through the pages quickly and saw the recently released comics in a few seconds. It only showed Conan Edogawa discovering the ** and the bomb, and himself being bandaged. Neither Matsuda Jinpei nor Hagiwara Kenji appeared... No, Hagiwara Kenji was shown in one scene, but it was his back wrapped tightly in a bombproof suit, and it was impossible to tell who he was.

Even the iron box didn’t appear.

Is it because it’s not important? But if it’s something unimportant, why would it be placed in such a secret place?

After arriving at the safe area, Tsukiyama Asari put the box down and opened the lid with one hand. Inside was a stack of shiny white receipts with Tokyo Hospital written on them.

It's several hours' drive from here, and the latest receipt was yesterday.

His eyes fell on the name on the lower right, his hands moved faster, and then quickly stopped.

At the bottom was a photo, in which a woman with fine wrinkles on her face was tightly held by another girl who looked like a high school student. The intimate movements and the similar looks of the two people made people quickly guess their relationship.

It seemed to be taken when she was in her forties, and it should have been twenty years now.

That shawl...?

The woman in the photo was wearing a familiar red scarf, with her hand holding a bag visible from the hem. The scarf was too wide, covering her upper body. Even when she raised her hand, it was not visible. He walked with the man without noticing what she was wearing...

'Are you talking about the one wearing a red scarf and a yellow top? She walked around the store a few times and then left in a hurry. I was watching a TV show at the time and didn't pay attention to which direction she walked. '

Wait, how did the boss know that she was wearing a yellow top?

Blood rushed to his head, and Tsukiyama almost knocked over the box. He took a deep breath, turned around and told others what he had found. Not long after, the detective who was still investigating in the alley sent back a message.

The door of the Japanese confectionery shop was closed.