Conan: I'm Not a Model Worker in the Winery

Chapter 377: What bad intentions could Noah have?

Tokyo.

As the night deepens, everything is quiet and darkness is rampant...except tonight.

In less than half an hour, more than five explosions occurred throughout Tokyo...

And they are not even in the same district!

The district police station does not have enough manpower, which keeps the Metropolitan Police Department busy.

What annoyed the police the most was that the bomber would tell them the location of the bomb in advance every time, but the police only discovered it after the sixth time.

Damn it, the location that this criminal announced had to be postponed twice!

That is, the location of the first preview is the location of the third explosion...

After this discovery, their blood pressure rose.

How could this prisoner be so shameless!

"We must bring this criminal to justice!!"

When Inspector Megure received another report from his subordinates that there was an eighth explosion, he let out a dragon-like roar.

……

Beika-cho 3-chome.

Hiroki, who was arranging plastic sheets in a row in front of the computer, sneezed.

Then, Noah sent a concerned greeting:
"Hiroki, do you have a cold? Would you like some hot water?"

"Probably not." Hong Shu sniffed, "Didn't Uncle Lie say that after practicing to this level, you won't get sick easily..."

He felt that it was more likely that someone was talking about him.

It might be Uncle Lie...

After letting his thoughts wander for a while, Hiroki turned his attention back to the plastic pieces on the table.

Each plastic piece has two colors, red and blue or green and blue, accounting for half each. The blue ends of eight of the plastic pieces were broken off...

There were about a dozen or so strips left, still intact and spread out on the table, with some place names written on them.

"The next location is..."

Hiroki looked up at the places Noah had intelligently sorted for him on the computer and pulled out one of the plastic sheets with the label 'Ota Haneda'.

"By the way, Hiroki, what do you think about me adding a few words to the preview?"

Noah saw Hiroki's movements through the camera and previewed what he was typing on the screen.

Hiroki, who was called, glanced at the screen and fell silent.

After a long while, he slowly spoke, "Noah, isn't this... too provocative?"

The computer screen displayed:

[Incompetent Tokyo police, it seems that you have finally discovered the pattern of the explosion... But the next location is not something you can judge with your IQ! - I will give you twelve keywords to let you judge the location of the next explosion. Let me see the bottom limit of your IQ! ]

"Will it? I think this kind of ridicule is just right."

Noah was extremely satisfied with his masterpiece.

Hiroki: “…”

It turns out that Noah knew that he was mocking him, so that was fine. Otherwise, he would probably have to give Noah a patch to "correct basic cognition."

"However, there is an explosion every five minutes... I think even if Conan is here, he may not be able to dismantle it, right?" Hiroki rubbed his brows.

Yes, he is the bomber who caused panic in the whole Tokyo tonight.

——But he was not the one who planted the bomb, he was only responsible for detonating it, and Hiroki felt he needed to clarify this.

After Hiroki raised the question, Noah expressed a different opinion: "No, Hiroki, this is called admonishing. I am urging them to be more motivated to solve the case."

Hiroki's eyes twitched: "I think this is a sheer waste of police resources..."

Haven't you seen that the entire Tokyo police force has been mobilized? If there is a real case, how will it be solved?
"It's not a waste." Noah used his brain program very flexibly. "After all, we are committing a real crime, not just playing around."

Hiroki: “…”

Okay, that makes sense.

Indeed, they are real crime + pranks.

With that in mind, I feel really guilty. Hiroki lowered his head in shame.

Noah continued, "Besides, didn't the adults say that if all else fails, the organization also has many people working as bounty hunters who can help catch criminals."

Hiroki: “…”

Makes sense.

After calculating in his mind how many years it would take for them to be released based on their circumstances, Hiroki resigned himself to picking up the plastic strip he had just pulled out and asked, "How long will it take?"

"50 seconds."

Noah was thoughtful enough to display a countdown clock on the screen.

When the number reached zero, Hiroki simply broke the blue end of the plastic strip into two pieces.

You know what, Uncle Lie's detonator is quite useful...

And if you break it too much, it will be addictive.

It makes me want to break all these plastic strips in one go...hiss! No, I can't have such a dangerous idea!

……

Chiyoda, a secluded place on the edge of the city.

An antique Porsche suddenly stopped next to an inconspicuous clinic.

The back door of the car opened and a tall and strong man walked out.

"Ireland, you should be able to handle it yourself." The driver's window was rolled down and Gin looked at Ireland and said.

"Ah, of course, it's not a fatal injury..."

Gin retracted his gaze: "Okay... When Chablis comes back, remember to tell him to come to Beihu E8 the day after tomorrow in the evening. Don't attract too much attention... I can't contact him."

"The day after tomorrow evening?" Ireland was stunned for a moment, then realized that there would probably be a criticism meeting, so he nodded silently.

But, I can’t contact Chablis?

Ireland began to feel a little worried again - could something really have happened to this guy?

"I still have some follow-up matters to deal with. I'm leaving now."

After saying this, Gin stepped on the accelerator and sped away.

Ireland was left standing there all alone, stunned for a long while before he went over and violently opened the locked door of the clinic.

In the clinic, the medical staff who were slacking off and playing computer games were startled for a moment, and then Ireland pulled them up vigorously:
"Hey, stop the bleeding for me! Quick!"

They are working so hard outside, but these peripheral logistics people are having a great time just slacking off.

The little girl who was picked up swallowed her saliva: "Ah, okay, okay..."

Oh my god, this should be the core boss, right?
The door was clearly locked, so why was it pulled open?
-

"...So, it was Gin who asked you to help us? What about him?"

In a detached apartment in Minato-ku.

Vermouth rubbed her hips, rolled her eyes, and looked at Kuroba Kaito who had completely removed his disguise.

Her dislocated leg had just been forcibly reset by Kaito, and the pain nearly made her collapse.

Their current location is also the organization's temporary base. Normally, no one uses it. At most, members will come here to check out the place when they are doing tasks nearby, and take a break occasionally. There are also people to take care of it regularly.

This is very suitable for the current situation where a non-member of the organization has infiltrated.

"Well... to be precise, I should help you, right?" Kuroba Kaito touched his nose a little guilty because he knew the plan in advance. "As for Uncle Ren, he should be here soon?"

Both answers were given in an uncertain tone, which made Vermouth very suspicious.

She originally had some murderous intentions towards Kuroba Kaito, even though the other party was the son of the teacher who taught her disguise and voice changing. After all, if some of the organization's affairs were exposed, she might be finished.

However, when she heard that Kuroba Kaito was sent by Gin, Vermouth suddenly felt relieved - in her opinion, Gin would never do anything that would be detrimental to them, right?

Corner of the room.

Vodka sat quietly by the wall, constantly doubting his life: He remembered that he had been with his eldest brother the whole day...

When was that person replaced?
He doesn't understand.

(End of this chapter)