Conan: After teaching the protagonist, they offered their loyalty.

After dealing with the bomb and saying goodbye to Tequila, Fuheshel arrived at the Mori Detective Agency.

He went up the stairs and tugged at the doorknob... but the door wasn't closed.

"Xiaolan?"

Fuheishen pulled open the door and went inside.

The room still smelled of takoyaki and a hint of orchid.

Fu Heishen took out his phone and calmly called Xiao Lan.

Beep beep beep... Hello, the number you dialed is currently switched off.

crunch...

Just then, the sound of car brakes came from downstairs.

Immediately afterwards, the door was hurriedly opened.

"Lan!" x2

Kogoro Mouri and Conan pushed open the door of the detective agency and were stunned when they saw Jinji Fushiguro.

"Xiao Lan isn't here. What happened?" Fu Heishen asked indifferently.

"Damn it!" Kogoro Mori slammed his fist into his palm. "That criminal threatened to detonate a bomb to force us to turn off our phones!"

Conan, somewhat anxiously, explained the situation to him.

After Fuheshel left, the prisoners planted a bomb on the East Capital Loop Line and threatened to detonate it to force them to turn off their cell phones for thirty minutes, after which they would turn them back on.

After some time, the culprit told them the location of the bomb and the riddle. However, after successfully debunking the bomb, Kogoro Mouri decided not to go home for dinner because the case was not yet closed, and instead planned to inform Ran.

But... Xiaolan's phone is off, and she won't answer the phone.

After realizing that Xiaolan was in trouble, he rushed back.

After listening, Fuheishen'er remained calm, walked into the kitchen, took a pre-made takoyaki from the mold, and put it in his mouth...

If you could see his expression, you would find that... his eyes were full of coldness.

As an extreme egoist.

Whether it's a person, emotional value, or an object, if it belongs to him, then it's more important than anyone else's!

Whether in the world of sorcery or the world of detective fiction, he has always lived this way.

"Brother Mouri, calm down." Inspector Megure, who was leading a group of officers upstairs, patted his yellow hat. "Perhaps something's wrong with Ran..."

“Ding ding…”

At that moment, Conan's phone rang again.

"Heh, I didn't expect you guys would find those five bombs." A synthesized electronic voice came from the other end of the phone again.

However, there was a hint of anger in his voice; the other party hadn't expected the police to find the bomb so quickly.

Even Shinichi Kudo didn't appear!

"But don't think that's the end of it. I have a surprise for you." The synthesized voice suddenly chuckled. "The famous Kogoro Mouri, I wonder if your lovely daughter is home?"

boom!

Kogoro Mouri slammed his fist on the desk and snatched the phone away, yelling, "What did you do to Ran!?"

At this moment, Conan's expression also turned somewhat awkward, and his brain began to frantically analyze the other person's words.

Inspector Megure also lowered his head and used his cell phone to instruct his officers to analyze the other party's IP address.

"What did I do to her?" the other person laughed. "If I killed her, what would you do? What would Shinichi Kudo do?"

*Click*... After saying that, the phone was disconnected.

"Damn it! We'll be able to analyze their IP address soon," said one of the police officers operating the computer.

Upon hearing this, everyone's expressions turned somewhat grim.

Conan was even worse; his face was grim, and his fists were clenched tightly.

Ranne-chan, where are you...? Do you know how worried we are about you right now?

Without any clues, even his brilliant mind was of no use.

Damn it, what should I do?!

Conan has never prayed so much for the existence of a god, so that he could find Ranchi-chan.

"Ran..." Kogoro Mouri's face was equally gloomy.

"That bastard!" Inspector Megure slammed his chubby hand on the desk.

"Don't worry..."

At that moment, a black figure stepped out and blocked Conan's view, making his aggrieved little face look less wronged.

Conan looked up at the other person, his heart warmed more than ever before.

Time and again, in dire straits, Shengege stepped forward.

This feeling of relying on someone is really good.

Kogoro Mouri and Inspector Megure's eyes widened slowly.

"Hey kid, do you have a plan?"

"I will find Lan." Fuheshen'er's expression was indifferent, but his gaze sent chills down one's spine.

No matter where Xiaolan is, he will find her.

After speaking, Fuheshen walked outside.

Conan and Kogoro Mouri saw this and followed.

A police car was immediately requisitioned downstairs, and Fuheshel sat in the driver's seat.

"Shengege, do you have a lead?" Conan asked as he ran behind.

"Get in the car first..." Fuheshen glanced at the two of them.

Kogoro Mouri and Conan were taken aback for a moment, but seeing the other's confident expression, they sat down in the back seat without saying a word.

crunch...

The car drifted off at an extremely high speed.

Fuhei drove the car toward another residence of Moriya Teiji.

According to the information Gin gave him, the other party usually lived in two villas, one in the suburbs where he planted bombs, and the other in the city.

Drop drop drop.

The phone rang again.

Kogoro Mouri snatched the phone from Conan's hand impatiently, demanding, "What are you trying to do?!"

"What... what do I want to do?" The other party chuckled. "Tell Shinichi Kudo that I've planted a 60-kilogram bomb in a large shopping mall."

"Of course, there's also a bomb planted on your dear daughter."

Kogoro Mouri and Conan's eyes widened instantly. Just as they were about to say something, the other person continued, "Two choices: let that cute girl live, or let a complete stranger live?"

"Let Shinichi Kudo tell me the answer, or we'll all die!"

Click, the phone was hung up.

Fuheshen looked in the rearview mirror.

Kogoro Mouri remained silent, but after struggling for a while, he finally made a decision.

Conan's face was very ugly and contorted.

He didn't know what to do.

On one side are a group of complete strangers, and on the other side is her childhood sweetheart.

What should he do, given that he has always prided himself on being righteous?

If only... if only he himself had been the one with the bomb planted, then he could fulfill his idol's famous saying.

For the public good, I am happy to face death.

But given this situation, what choice does he have?

Are you kidding me? Are you kidding me?!

"What should I do? What should I do?" Conan seemed to be cornered, forgetting to conceal his identity, and looked up at Shinobu Fushiguro, "Shinobu-gege... if..."

“Xiao Lan.” Fu Heishen gave the answer without hesitation.

However, compared to answering questions, Vöhsøe is more adept at dealing with the people who ask them.

Conan's expression changed slightly after hearing the other party's unwavering answer.

That's so cold-blooded! He didn't consider other ordinary people at all, and didn't even care about them. He was just thinking about Xiaolan from all angles.

The impending loss of those lives seemed to stir not even the slightest ripple in his eyes.

Conan lowered his head and muttered, "Why?"

Fukushige did not answer Conan's question.

There aren't that many "whys" in this world.

Not only him, but Kogoro Mouri also made a choice.

Humans are born selfish.

No matter who you are, you always love yourself first, then your family and friends. As time goes by, you gradually come to understand responsibility and love. You may love some people more than yourself, but one thing will never change: for most people, a hundred or even a thousand strangers are not as good as one family member.

Perhaps Kogoro Mouri will firmly choose his daughter, and then feel guilty.

But he's different... he doesn't feel guilty.

No matter what he does, he will always believe that he is upholding justice and that everyone except himself is evil.

Anyone who opposes him or harms his interests is guilty.

Therefore, in the world of sorcery... every time they carry out a mission and kill their opponent, they do so with a clear conscience.

To consistently uphold one's sense of justice, to act in accordance with one's beliefs, and to make the world a better place—isn't that everyone's aspiration?