Conan's corpse picker

Chapter 3716-3729 [Jiang Xia Killed]

Ran Mouri was even more bewildered than she was, staring blankly at the messages filling her phone and shaking her head in confusion.

After a flurry of activity, the afternoon exams began. Just before the papers were handed out, someone pushed open the classroom door—Jiang Xia had returned to school as if nothing had happened!
Amidst the varied gazes of his classmates, the detective didn't waste any time and moved on to the next exam.

……

Sonoko Suzuki was at her wits' end, but she couldn't get through the exam because of it. After finally managing to get through it, as soon as the bell rang to signal the end of the exam, she immediately turned to Jiang Xia to ask about the situation.

Ran Mouri also came over. Recalling the shocked look on the proctor's face when he saw Jiang Xia enter the room, and then thinking about how the proctor had been listening to the news with headphones on, she couldn't help but ask, "Were you doing something dangerous?"

Jiang Xia thought for a moment and described it truthfully: "It's not really dangerous, it's just that the timing is quite strict—there should be a complete news report by evening, and you can watch that then; it should be better than my summary."

The person involved was too lazy to tell the story, so the two high school girls could only sigh and not ask any more questions.

Ran Mouri looked out the window, then, as if remembering something, whispered to her two classmates, "Speaking of which, I've had a bad feeling all day, and..."

She pointed to the window, watching the trucks rumbling in and out of the school gate: "Why are there so many cars at school today?"

Sonoko Suzuki thought for a moment: "They must be transporting ping-pong tables. There's going to be a ping-pong tournament in a few days, and our school will be the venue. Speaking of which, since we're moving things anyway, we might as well move those big round barrels that are in the way of us in the warehouse first."

Ran Mouri looked bewildered: "What big cylinder?"

Sonoko Suzuki gestured and complained, "It's the place where we store sports equipment. Yesterday during club activities, I went to get a net, and there were five of these huge, heavy barrels in the warehouse. Someone must have been lazy during construction and just put the building materials in our club's warehouse."

……

High school students chatting idly.

On the overpass in the distance.

The bomber, holding binoculars, gazed at the peaceful Teitan High School from afar. Through the windows, he could see students coming and going in the classrooms, showing no signs of panic.

The listening device installed under the windowsill was also flashing steadily, secretly recording the sounds in the classroom.

The detailed conversation was hard to hear, but the bomber heard the shout of "Jiang Xia!" clearly before the exam started.

"I never expected that this detective would actually go back to Teitan High School to take the exam again."

The bomber couldn't help but laugh when he thought about it: "He was just bragging that even with incomplete clues, he could quickly solve my puzzle, but now it seems... haha, he really couldn't escape death after all."

"Since they're in the mood to prepare for the exam, it means that this useless detective really didn't discover my plan—but now, even if he did, they can't escape my grasp."

Time ticked by, and less than half a minute remained until 3 p.m.

The bomber held binoculars in one hand and raised the other in front of him, looking at his wristwatch.

As the second hand ticked towards the top "12", his lips curled into a wide smile, and he couldn't help but count down aloud with delight:

“5”

“4”

“3”

“2”

"1!"

"boom!!"

The bomber raised his hands.

A disgruntled horn blared from below the overpass.

—The only sound effect of the explosion was the sound of his mouth moving.

Teitan High School, which should have been reduced to ashes, was now peaceful. Through binoculars, students could be seen chatting in small groups, waiting for the next exam.

On the overpass, I saw a middle-aged man grab the railing and shout "Boom!" The pedestrians behind him looked at him as if he were crazy, quickened their pace, and hurried past.

Normally, bombers might have given them a severe dressing down, but now...

"How could it not have exploded?!"

No one could answer his question. But through the binoculars, Jiang Xia suddenly turned his head and looked straight in their direction.

They looked at each other, and the famous detective smiled at him from within his circular field of vision.

"hateful!!"

Knowing full well that the distance was such that it was impossible to see this place without binoculars, and that the eye contact just now was probably just a coincidence, the bomber still felt that he had been provoked.

He took out his phone, opened the pre-set explosion program, and pressed the detonation button hard.

Nothing happened.

Only around me, the sound of pedestrians' footsteps seemed to become more numerous and heavier.

The bomber sensed something was wrong and turned to look to the side. Cold sweat poured down his face—two groups of people had appeared at either end of the overpass, completely blocking him in the middle. Among them were many familiar faces—the same group of bastard police officers from the Metropolitan Police Department!
These people really came looking for us?!

"Unfortunately, the bomb you planted at Teitan High School can no longer be detonated."

Inspector Megure looked at the unremarkable-looking bomb thief and felt a surge of emotion, along with a sense of relief that he had finally caught him and avenged his colleague.

He said cheerfully, "Two hours ago, the explosive ordnance disposal team had already sneaked into the school in the transport truck."

"The things you planted at Teitan High School, apart from those listening devices, have all been removed and taken away by us long ago—while we were busy, you were probably still lying here, keeping an eye on your little brother Jiang Xia who was taking an exam in the classroom."

When the topic turned to his glittering friend Jiang Xia, Inspector Megure had a lot to say. He proudly stated:

"We finished our papers early, defused your first bomb, and then returned to the exam room without delaying the exam at all. With our cooperation, we successfully defused the second bomb and caught you. We didn't delay either aspect—even killing Hua Xiong while the wine was still warm couldn't have been more impressive!"

The imagined explosion didn't happen. Instead, the bomber was outmaneuvered, humiliated by these incompetent, good-for-nothing cops. Looking at Inspector Megure's smug expression, the bomber's hands trembled with rage: "Impossible..."

"What do you mean it's impossible? It's impossible to know the location of your second bomb?" Inspector Megure chuckled, casually recounting what he had painstakingly memorized on his way here:
"After removing the sentences about Tokyo Tower and the bombing announcement time from your notice, the text looks like this—"

I am an MLB player who excels in both hitting and pitching.
Come on! The extended battle has begun.
Even if you prepare excellent relief pitchers, you can't stop me; you'll only witness my miraculous comeback.

"'MLB player' is actually a clue word, telling us that if we want to interpret this invitation, we need to translate our thinking into English."