I'm writing a novel in Ming Ke, if you mess with me, you'll be the heroine

There was another violent earthquake, and the entire hall was in chaos and everyone was distracted.

The bomb destroyed the circuit system, and now the entire hall was in darkness, with only faint light from the fire outside visible through the gaps.

There was dead silence in the shattered hall, and the trapped people sat on the ground waiting for rescue.

A girl hugged her legs. The fear of being trapped surged in her heart, making her sob.

Xiaolan smiled and stepped forward to comfort him: "Don't be afraid, we will be rescued."

At this moment, the phone in the hall and Chu Ming's cell phone rang at the same time.

Xiaolan patted the girl's back gently and went forward to answer the phone.

Chu Ming retreated back to the shadows and answered the phone.

"Big brother?"

"Are you still in the Mika City Building? There was an explosion there. Did you come out?"

"No, I'm trapped on the fifth floor. There seems to be a bomb here."

Chu Ming stood next to the bomb and kicked the paper bag in front of him.

In the quiet place, only the voices of Chu Ming and Xiao Lan echoed. Even though Chu Ming's voice was relatively small, people nearby still heard the word "bomb".

They all hid to the other side in panic.

"Bomb?" Gin couldn't help but tighten his grip on the phone in his hand, "What kind of bomb? I'll teach you how to dismantle it."

Chu Ming held the phone between his legs, sat cross-legged in a weird posture, and tore open the outer wrapping paper.

"There's an LCD screen outside, and a bunch of colorful wires inside. Tsk, this prisoner is a bit stupid, why not use all black wires~"

Chu Ming casually fiddled with the bomb in front of him.

"Are you an idiot? Take a picture and send it to me!"

Gin couldn't help but curse, why was he still trying to be clever with him at this time?

Chu Ming, who was scolded, pursed his lips, hung up the phone obediently, took a photo and sent it to Gin.

There are forty minutes left until the explosion.

At this time, Conan also asked Xiaolan nervously: "Did you say someone found a bomb?"

Xiaolan nodded and looked at Chu Ming who was studying the bomb over and over not far away: "Yes, he is also on the phone. But it's really a coincidence that I met this gentleman again."

"Coincidence? Do you know him?" Conan was a little confused.

"Yes, he is the gentleman whom I met when my father, Conan and I went to the Izu Hotel. He helped me at that time. You probably don't know him. I also met him when I was drinking tea in the teahouse with Yuanzi today."

Through the door, Conan widened his eyes. It was that Shotake Yusuke!

He quickly said to Xiaolan: "Is he defusing the bomb now?"

Xiaolan's tone was a little hesitant: "It should be - right, but it doesn't seem to be -"

"What do you mean?"

"I saw that he had already removed the bomb shell and it rolled on the ground for several rounds, but the bomb disposal that I saw on TV didn't seem to be like this..."

"!!!" Conan was startled, looked at the drawing in his hand, and made up his mind.

We can’t let him continue like this, otherwise Xiaolan and he will die together!

"Lan, listen to me. Please put the phone on speakerphone later because I am investigating a very dangerous case and I cannot let anyone know of my existence for the time being. Please don't call my name later. Just say I am your friend, okay?"

"Huh? Okay, okay." Xiaolan didn't think much about it and turned on the speaker obediently.

"Sir who is holding the bomb, here are the blueprints I just took from the prisoner. I will give the instructions later. Can you dismantle it?" A deep voice came from the receiver.

Chu Ming looked at the bomb in his hand, then at Xiaolan who was holding the receiver: "That's fine, wait a minute, I'll take a call."

Just then Gin called back.

Chu Ming answered immediately: "Brother, wait a minute, I'll turn on the speaker, otherwise I won't be able to free my hands."

Pressing the PA button, Gin's cool yet reliable voice echoed throughout the space.

"yellow."

A blade popped out from Chu Ming's fingertips and slashed across the yellow wire.

"Purple."

"pink."

"grey."

Conan listened to Gin's brief and low voice on the phone, and slowly breathed a sigh of relief at the drawing in his hand.

"fortunately--"

"green."

"White."

……

……

Following Gin's command, the strings in the bomb became fewer and fewer, and finally only three strings were left: black, blue, and red.

Conan couldn't help but let out a long sigh: "Great, we only need one black line and it will be over."

But he forgot that he was just reminded that he was too scared to make a sound, but now he suddenly spoke out and the speaker was on.

Gin's voice paused: "Who?"

Conan froze behind the door. Oh no, he forgot Gin could hear his voice.

"A relative of a trapped lady got the prisoner's bomb blueprints. He originally said he would give me instructions, but my brother called me as well."

"Tsk, you idiot. If you listen to him, you won't be able to get out tonight. There are still two strings."

Conan suddenly looked down at the drawing in his hand. There was clearly only one stick left on the drawing.

No wonder, no wonder Moriya Teiji said before that he had left himself three minutes!

hateful!

“Cut the blue last.”

As Chu Ming's fingertips passed over, the bomb that had been ticking finally stopped.

Seeing the bomb being dismantled, the people who had been hiding behind the bricks and stones out of fear jumped out one after another, jumping and shouting wildly.

"Great—we are saved—"

Gin's impatient voice came: "Okay, I'll have someone pick you up later, that's it."

After saying that, he hung up the phone directly.

Looking at the cheering crowd, Chu Ming couldn't help but sigh silently. If this place exploded today, how much magnetic field would so many people give him?

He glanced at the crowd with a slightly sarcastic look. They were unwilling to take responsibility, and would back down when things got tough. They would only come out to celebrate after others had solved the problems. Tsk, what was the value of such people living?

This group of people were not as good as Xiaolan. She was also afraid, but she always stood beside Chu Ming.

"That's great, Ran." Conan fell to the ground, his legs weak.

"Dang Dang Dang——"

Twelve o'clock has arrived.

Xiaolan put on a smile that showed she had survived a disaster and whispered into the microphone, "Happy birthday, Shinichi."

[There is one more chapter, which will be updated in the evening. ]

[If the number of updates exceeds 3000, one more chapter will be added / One [Xiu Er] will add one more chapter / Three more chapters will be added as the maximum]