Conan: I'm just an ordinary novelist

Drip, drip, drip...

The countdown on the bomb is constantly changing, making regular prompt sounds.

The kidnapper, with cold hands and feet, looked at the person in front of him at a loss, and felt his breathing become a little rapid.

"Relax sir, this is just a simple multiple choice question."

Seeing that the kidnapper seemed to be about to faint, Ghost quickly spoke to comfort him.

The two people downstairs who hadn't answered the multiple-choice questions yet were dumbfounded.

Bomb, that's a bomb!

Ito's legs went weak and he accidentally fell down the stairs with a loud thump.

The ghost holding the bomb turned his head and looked down, and asked worriedly:

"Ma'am, are you okay? Do you need first aid?"

The man collapsed on the ground didn't say anything, intending to play dead to get away with it.

The ghost guessed that the other party might be like him, allergic to this dirty, low-pressure rainy day, and fell into a coma due to lack of oxygen.

He sighed helplessly:

"It seems that the lady has only one last choice."

As he spoke, he looked at the person who was nearby and smiled kindly:

"You haven't made your choice yet? Then go with the gentleman next to you."

The fat kidnapper who was suddenly called out:?!

He looked at the ghost holding the bomb and turned to look at him in horror, shaking his head repeatedly:

"I don't want it! You, you gave it to him! I don't want it!"

"You don't have to be so modest. You can share."

As he spoke, the ghost reached out and gently tugged at the other person's collar, directly pulling the person back from where he had gone down half a floor.

The fat man looked terrified as he felt himself floating in the air for a moment.

After being released, he couldn't even stand steadily and fell directly to the ground.

The tall and thin man next to him was pulled by him and sat down as well.

The ghost looked down at the two of them, still with that 'easy to talk to' smile on his face.

The other party's strange method of intercepting bullets just now made the two of them confused.

Seeing him approaching with a bomb, the tall and thin man couldn't bear it anymore!

Never let the bomb get close to you!

Whether it is a human or a ghost, you will know after trying it!

"I kill you!"

A dagger was taken out from somewhere and stabbed into the young man's lower abdomen.

The ghost casually threw the bomb upwards, raised his hand, gently pinched the tall man's wrist and twisted it.

The tall and thin man let out a shrill scream, accompanied by the crisp clicking sound of bones and the sound of metal falling to the ground.

The ghost casually pushed the man towards the fat man and caught the falling bomb.

He looked at the man floundering on the ground in pain, his tone somewhat regretful:

"Why do you think you can beat me? Even though I'm just a weak magician, my physical skills were taught by the once number one adventurer."

The tall and thin man had no time to answer his question.

The intense pain twisted his entire face and made him sweat.

The ghost sighed helplessly and turned to look at the fat man:

"Would you like to try it, sir?"

"Mad, mad!"

The fat man looked at the ghost in astonishment.

The tall and thin guy is his brother, and there is no need to say much about his skills.

But the man in front of him didn't even get a single move out of his hands!

Escape, he must escape quickly!

The strong desire to survive made the fat man turn over and crawl backwards using his hands and feet.

However, he had just moved less than a meter when the ghost stepped on his trouser leg.

The fat man was blocked by a huge force and fell heavily to the ground.

He turned around in horror and saw the ghost squatting beside his legs, holding the bomb and the dagger that had just fallen to the ground.

As the fat man watched, the ghost used a dagger to nail the other man's trouser legs to the floor.

He smiled at the two of them:

"Since you can't make a choice, let me do it."

As he said this, he stuffed the barrel of gasoline into the fat man's arms and handed the bomb to the tall and thin man.

Then he turned around and took out a lighter.

Click,

Blue flames rose up, reflected in the eyes of everyone present.

The sunlight from the rainy day filtered in through the curtains that had just been opened, but it was still not enough to illuminate the area near the stairs.

The young man in the dark seemed to be pulled taller by the darkness at this moment.

His pale face was illuminated by the light reflected from downstairs. Combined with the flickering flames, the smile on the corner of his lips looked extremely strange.

The two people who were so frightened that they dared not move seemed to hear the devil's whisper:

"Are you ready? Don't worry, it burns quickly and the pain won't last long."

The blue sparks that were shaking in the cold wind were gradually approaching.

The fat man holding the gasoline in his arms shook his head repeatedly with a horrified look:

"No, no, no! I was wrong! Help! Someone save me!!!"

"Ahhh!!!"

The one who reacted more violently than him was the tall and thin man holding a bomb next to him.

The fat man's heart-wrenching cry completely broke down his psychological defenses, and he threw the bomb in his arms out almost like a madman.

The bomb hit the floor and rolled several times.

the other side,

Stunned by the ghost's actions just now, Hattori and Kazuha stared blankly at the bomb rolling towards them.

It wasn't until the numbers on the display suddenly jumped to single digits and made a shrill beeping sound that the two came to their senses.

After taking a closer look at the thing, Hattori looked horrified:

"A bomb?! Really?!"

“Ping Ping Ping, Heiji??! It’s going to explode, it’s going to explode!”

He Ye was so scared that he stuttered a little, stared at the bomb with wide eyes, and his body couldn't stop shaking.

"Hey, hey! Big guy, what are you doing!!!"

The ghost next to him who was about to light someone on fire ignored him.

Hattori gritted his teeth and struggled to pick up the bomb and throw it away.

However, the more anxious he became, the less strength he exerted, and he fell to the ground.

At this time, Hattori Heiji, who was less than 5 centimeters away from the bomb, felt that he smelled the smell of gunpowder.

Drop drop! ! !

Countdown to 4 seconds!

The sound of urgent alarms mixed with people's cries of fear.

Ito, who was pretending to be dead downstairs, struggled to get up and limped out.

In the attic, Nanchuan, the "corpse" that was thrown up not long ago, no longer pretended. His strong desire to survive actually restored a lot of his strength. At this moment, he was crawling towards the stairs with his back teeth tightly clenched.

Countdown to 3 seconds!

Seeing this, Hattori gritted his teeth, raised his upper body and rushed towards Kazuha:

"Get down Kazuha!"

"Heiji!"

Countdown to 2 seconds!

The magician was still smiling.

Under the gaze of the fat man who was already in tears,

He reached out and unscrewed the lid of the oil barrel, adjusting the lighter to the non-extinguishing state.

The tall and thin man next to him was curled up on the ground with his head covered, shivering, as if he wanted to gain a chance of survival from the bomb explosion in that posture.

Countdown to 1 seconds!

The fingers holding the lighter slowly loosened.

The young man spoke in a gentle tone:

"Goodbye."

0!

drop!

Gudong,

The whole attic fell into deathly silence.

Everyone was still and motionless, as if someone had forcibly pressed the pause button.

A drop of cold sweat slid down the bridge of his nose and soaked his dry lips.

The fat man, whose face was as pale as death, had his pupils constricted and even subconsciously held his breath.

The ghost who was half-crouching in front of him held the silver pistol that he had put away earlier and gently pressed it against his forehead.

The magician smiled evilly, and parted his red lips:

"Boom!"