Model worker and his little darling

Just then, Sato walked over. "Officer Shiratori, Officer Takagi, what are you doing here?"

Takagi scratched his head. "We received some strange information, so we came to this restaurant to investigate, but unfortunately we didn't find anything."

Sato looked at the two of them calmly, "I'm going to sing karaoke with Yumi later, do you want to come along?"

Takagi agreed half-heartedly, but Shiratori wasn't interested. He patted Takagi on the shoulder and said, "I'm not in the mood to sing today, so I won't keep you company."

After saying that, he put one hand in his pocket and left everyone with a cool back view.

Conan was curious about the information the police had received and immediately asked Takagi, "Officer Takagi, what kind of information did you receive?"

“Someone called headquarters and said he had planted a bomb in this restaurant. Since the previous two explosions happened seven years ago and three years ago today, we came to check it out.”

Ping Qing's eyes flashed. Seven years ago? Three years ago? A bomb?

Kenji Hagiwara, Jinpei Matsuda!

Toru Amuro!

As soon as Shiratori got into the car, she noticed a note left by the murderer on the sun visor. She ripped the note off, turned around, and jumped out of the car.

The instant he landed—

"boom!"

The white bird exploded!

Everyone rushed over and saw the white bird lying on its side, lying straight.

Takagi moved the car door off Shiratori, revealing blood all over the ground.

"Are you alright, Officer Shiratori?"

"Unfortunately, I have no way to escape the clutches of criminals like you."

Pingqing stood to the side with a worried look on his face. Speaking of which, it seems that Shiratori is not as resistant to explosions as Takagi.

Seeing that Shiratori could still speak, Sato breathed a sigh of relief, "Thank goodness, he can still talk, so he should be alright."

Conan grabbed Shiratori's wrist. "No, there's bleeding on the right side of his head, and his left hand and left foot are numb. This is probably—"

Haibara crossed her arms. "Acute subdural hematoma. If we don't get him to the hospital for emergency treatment soon, it will be very dangerous."

Upon hearing their diagnosis, Haibara's expert-like demeanor made Hirai roll his eyes. Just two days ago, she had said she wanted to keep a low profile and not attract attention.

Conan and Ai Haibara use so many technical terms; they're anything but low-key.

Because the gasoline in the fuel tank could easily catch fire and explode again, the officers moved Shiratori away from the police car and let him lie down in another place.

On the verge of death, Shiratori pulled out the murderer's note and tremblingly handed it to Sato.

“I want to give this to you immediately, because it will be a chance for you to erase that troublesome memory,”

“I’m a major league hitter. This extra inning is about to begin, and the game will officially start at noon tomorrow and end at 3 p.m. Even if you try to stop me, it will be a waste of effort. I will eventually turn the tide and win. If you want to stop this game, come and find me. When you cops arrive stepping over those blood-stained bases, I will be waiting for you on the steel home plate.”

Sato thought of the bomber from three years ago, and his hands trembled with anger.

Meanwhile, the Metropolitan Police Department and its local police stations received the fax, and the news had spread like wildfire.

After sending Shiratori to the ambulance, Sato suppressed his anger and got into his car to track down the bomber.

Seeing this, Heikiri grabbed Conan and followed.

Amuro Tooru will definitely hear about this, and he'll get involved.

As soon as they got in the car, Conan preemptively asked, "Why did that bomber specifically target the police?"

Sato, who was originally going to let the two of them get off the car, revealed the details of the case behind it.

It turns out that in a case seven years ago, two criminals planted bombs in two apartments in the city, intending to extort one billion yen from the police. After the police paid the money, the bombers stopped the timer.

Thirty minutes after the bomb stopped, one of the perpetrators called the police station, saying the bomb's timer was still ticking. The police realized the bomber had seen a rebroadcast of the news and therefore assumed the bomb was still counting down.

Police saw this as an opportunity and used delaying tactics to successfully locate the perpetrator. However, the perpetrator was tragically hit and killed by a car while fleeing in panic.

Taira Kiyoshi thought of the Tokyo Tower, the stage for this incident, a place with a troubled history.

These days, it's not easy to build a famous building.

Back then, he even tied Kaito Kuroba to it, which attracted a group of reporters to report on it.

Having just heard the story, Haibara and her team, based on the fax, have already deduced the location where the bomber might have planted the bomb.

Hearing Haibara's deduction coming from the detective's armband, Taira Kiyoshi frowned. The red tram at Minamibei Station?

After receiving the report, the police quickly evacuated the passengers and did find bombs in the train carriage, but they turned out to be fake.

"From this perspective, his goal is indeed to retaliate against the Metropolitan Police Department, and his trump card is all 1200 million hostages living in the Tokyo area."

Upon hearing Conan's words, Hirai looked out the window, thinking that even the organization had never done anything like this before.

So, shouldn't the US military stationed in Japan get involved at a time like this?

Seeing that Pingqing was staring out the window, Conan tugged at Pingqing's sleeve. "Pingqing-nii, what are you thinking about?"

"This bomber hates the police and wants revenge. Just like three years ago, he will definitely choose the location to send the second bomb three seconds before the first one explodes."

"Now we need to find the location where he planted the bomb. He'll definitely make a grand entrance so everyone can witness his revenge."

Conan nodded, agreeing with the deduction, and looked at the code in his hand. "The bomber must have chosen a place that would attract everyone's attention. Major League Baseball, is it a large baseball stadium in Tokyo?"

Following this lead, the Metropolitan Police Department began investigating all major baseball stadiums in Tokyo. After a busy night, they found nothing.

“Brother Pingqing, I feel like there’s something wrong with this code. The criminals’ first bomb is meant to lure the police in, so they’ll definitely put it in an easily discoverable place. We should think more simply.”

Pingqing took the code and looked at it: "Blood, red, rising, iron, box."

Suddenly, Conan glanced out the window and saw a red building. Instantly, he understood everything.

"It's Tokyo Tower, Officer Takagi, let's hurry over there."

Upon arriving at Tokyo Tower, an explosion had already occurred, causing the elevator to temporarily stop high in the air.

Just then, an older man ran over and said, "Something terrible has happened! I heard a little girl is trapped in the elevator."

Upon hearing this, Conan rushed over, and Hirai quickly followed.

Takagi, who was reporting to Sato, only saw the two people's backs and resolutely followed them.