Yuanshen everyone has become my figure

It is worthy of a special performance brought by a famous troupe to the opening of an amusement park.

This play is very joyful and at the same time innovative and interesting. Not only did the children present watch it with gusto, even Xiaolan and Yuanzi were very engrossed in watching it.

It can be said that it is suitable for all ages, and the whole family is happy.

Chu Luye took the time to take a look, only to see that he was probably talking about how a prince established his kingdom, and met his destined princess while solving various difficulties of the citizens.

On the stage, there is also a holographic projection device invested by Suzuki Jiroji, which is equipped with a huge amount of money. Combined with the common lighting, dry ice, and sound and light effects of sound, the audience's viewing experience is naturally needless to say.

It's a very well done stage play.

It's a pity that Chu Luye is doomed to miss this wonderful performance.

Ever since he heard the evil thoughts related to the bomb, he has been searching the crowd for the source of the evil thoughts with his eyes.

But it was different from the last time he met the murderer.

Chu Luye didn't feel a splitting headache this time for some reason, and the buzzing in his head was still a little more severe than usual, but within the tolerable range.

——Generally speaking, this kind of criminal who can plant bombs in large places where crowds gather, his evil intentions are enough to crush the spirit of Chuluye.

The evil thoughts of the bomber are also strange.

Except for the sentence that Chu Luye heard when he just sat down, no matter how carefully he listened afterwards, he never heard the evil thoughts of the bomber again.

Could it be a professionally trained special criminal?

Chuluye frowned.

After all, he himself can control his thoughts to a certain extent, as he did when facing the system before.

If this bomber is such a person, it is not surprising that this situation occurs.

But if this is the case, this matter may be tricky to deal with.

"Go ask the kid next to you."

Just when Chu Luye was thinking hard about how to become two people to dismantle the bomb and catch the bomber respectively, Zhongli's always steady and calm voice came from the earphone.

Conan, can he help?

Chu Luye subconsciously turned his head to look at the elementary school student next to him who seemed to be concentrating, but in fact his eyes kept drifting towards him.

"He, can,?"

Chuluye asked in a low voice.

Out of the corner of his eye, Conan, who had been paying attention to him, seemed to prick up his ears immediately.

[Is he in contact with someone from the organization?What can he do?Who are they talking about? 】

Conan doesn't seem to have given up on him yet.

And he is actually just a child. Although his inner world is too complicated, he is still an age full of fantasy.

Let Conan deal with the bomb or the bomber, can he really do it?

——Hatsushino believes that the organization is the villain in Conan's fantasy detective game.

"Trust him, Traveler, he's no ordinary kid."

Zhong Li seemed to chuckle lightly in the earphone.

Chu Luye couldn't help covering his ears, feeling that the pinnae of Zhongli's voice seemed a little numb when he was close to him.

"Trust my divination, traveler, this event will be a surprise in the end!"

Mona couldn't help protesting, and she performed a quick divination again.

"It's okay to leave it to him, it's the best choice." She affirmed.

"it is good."

Confidence given by Zhongli and Mona, Chu Luye pressed the earphones and agreed in a low voice.

【what's good?What are they planning? 】

Conan's heartbeat was still in doubt, but Chuluye had already leaned towards him.

Conan quickly withdrew his gaze, pretended to be watching the performance seriously, and clapped his hands vigorously to cheer with the audience: "Good!"

Chu Luye couldn't help laughing for a moment.

But the mask did a good job of blocking most of his expressions, with only a slight smile streaming from his eyes.

He quickly adjusted his expression and said seriously, "Yes, bomb."

"What's bombing... what! There's bombing - woo woo woo!"

Conan, who was still planning to pretend to be a child, suddenly shrank his pupils when he heard the word "bomb", and subconsciously wanted to repeat the key word, but Chuluye quickly covered his mouth with his eyes and hands.

Chu Luye watched Conan struggling in his hands for a while, his eyes gradually calmed down.

【Why did he tell me about the bomb? Is he lying to me?No, it won't do him any good to lie to me that I have the bomb, the bomb is real. 】

[Then why did he tell me this, wasn’t the bomb set by a member of the organization?Or, am I guessing wrong, he is not actually a member of the organization? 】

Conan's heart sounds came out again in a long string, and the speed of his speech was so fast that Chu Luye couldn't even hear clearly.

But Chuluye doesn’t really care what Conan is thinking, because there is only one thing he wants Conan to do: “Call the police. The prisoner is on the scene.”

Conan's pupils constricted again.

His gaze met Chu Luye's.

Those dark pupils told him firmly: Believe in this judgment.

Conan nodded solemnly.

There is no heart sound.

Chu Luye thought he understood, so he let go of his hand in relief.

Unexpectedly, the moment he let go, Conan immediately grabbed his arm with his backhand, and the small figure rushed out of the auditorium like a cannonball.

Chu Luye was caught off guard for a moment, and was actually pulled up from his seat.

"Wait... what do you want, what?"

Chuluye quickly reacted.

At this moment, the two of them were already standing on the aisle next to the auditorium, and the audience who were disturbed by the movement of the two of them cast dissatisfied glances.

Chu Luye had no choice but to drag Conan and hide in the corridor outside the theater performance hall.

Because of the performance inside, the lights in the corridor are also very dim.

The thick door cuts off the sound of the stage play in the performance hall, and it also facilitates the two of them whispering here.

Conan pulled Chuluye down and asked anxiously, "Did you find out where the bomb is?"

Chuluye shook his head.

Now that he has left the performance hall, the bright light of the mobile phone screen will not disturb other audiences watching the performance, so he began to communicate with Conan using his mobile phone and text.

The speed of information exchange between the two immediately increased to a higher level.

[I don't know where the bomb is, and I don't know where the bomber is. 】

"Then how did you know there was a bomb here, and that the prisoner was there?"

Conan didn't understand very much.

He is eager to know all the clues about this case.

【...Don't worry about how I know, but there is indeed a bomb here, and it's the kind that can blow up everyone here. 】

Chu Luye hesitated for a moment, but still didn't tell Conan about the magic power of the spell, so as not to destroy his world view.

—He found that Conan seemed to be a loyal materialist.

[You just need to call the police and leave everything to the police to deal with. 】

Chu Luye showed this line of words to Conan after reading it, and then quickly stood up and wanted to leave.

After all, the bomb doesn't know when it will explode, so he has to deal with it quickly.

"Then what are you going to do?"

Conan suddenly grabbed the corner of Chuluye's clothes.

Of course it is to catch the bomber and ask him to tell where the bomb is.

Chuluye thought so.

At this moment, an evil thought entered Chu Luye's mind.

【All of you will be destroyed together with this drama!The moment the prince was crowned, destroyed in the grand finale!Just like my daughter! ! 】

"The bomb will explode at the time of the coronation." Chu Luye bowed his head and briefly explained to Conan.

"He, is, near."

Taking advantage of Conan's stunned moment, Chu Luye broke free from his hand and walked quickly towards the corridor.

He knew why he suddenly couldn't hear the bomber's evil thoughts before.

Not necessarily because the other party is a professional, nor is it necessarily because the other party has received targeted training to control thoughts.

It was only because the bomber was not fixed in the auditorium, and his evil thoughts were beyond the capture range of Chuluye's technique, so Chuluye couldn't hear it.

So now, as long as he moves quickly in the theater with his own spells, that guy's continuous evil thoughts will become the most powerful evidence that Chu Luye has seized his position.

A guy who can walk around a theater without suspicion, a guy who's desperate for revenge but doesn't go into the theater to see a show, is probably part of the theater itself.

In this way, he can roam around, so that he will be limited by work, and he can't even see the scene of his revenge with his own eyes.

There are many characters like this in this theater, they may be the patrol staff, the repairman who maintains the machine, or... an inconspicuous cleaning lady.

The moment he saw the figure pushing the cleaning cart at the end of the corridor, Chu Luye's head rang sharply as if an air defense siren had been sounded.

It's her!

Chu Luye resisted the dizziness and severe pain from the churning of his brain, and wanted to step forward and hold down the cleaner.

It's a pity that the bomber's evil intentions were even more violent than the murderer in the coffee shop before. Chu Luye even had to hold on to the wall to keep himself from falling, let alone control an adult who would violently resist.

"Safe as a rock."

The q version of Zhong Li has floated beside Chu Luye's shoulder at some point.

Chu Luye, who was isolated from the evil thoughts by Yuzhang's shield, took a heavy breath, feeling that he was finally alive.

A blue shadow flew out of Chu Luye's pocket, and landed on the cleaner not far away in an instant.

The vicious bomber was knocked to the ground in just a moment.

A mere human criminal has no power to resist an immortal at all.

Mandrill, who had returned to his original form, looked at the bomber he had restrained.

A very popular face, a middle-aged woman who has experienced many vicissitudes, her eyes are still full of fear, but after she reacts, it quickly turns into resentment and hatred.

Chu Luye, who was wearing a shield, had already stood in front of the bomber: "Where is the bomb?"

"How could I tell you this! You, you, you, and the group of people in there will all be buried for my daughter!!"

The bomber's face was distorted, and unimaginable intense hatred burst out from this ordinary face.

Chu Luye took a deep breath and said in a low voice, "Zhongli, sir..."

Zhong Li turned to look at him, his eyes were very calm, with some imperceptible worries.

"Traveler, are you sure?"

"Yes." Chu Luye nodded affirmatively.

"……OK then."

Zhong Li sighed, and waved his hand to release Yu Zhang's shield.

The sharp evil thoughts that had already been felt once again hit Chu Luye's brain.

Chu Luye, who had been prepared for a long time, clenched his teeth, cold sweat dripping from his forehead.

He stood on the ground with difficulty, and spit out a few words through his teeth: "Boom, bomb, where, where."

The bomber didn't know what these inexplicable people were doing, but it had nothing to do with her.

She sneered, still mocking: "Are you a fool? If you ask the question I didn't answer before, will I tell you obediently?"

But her evil thoughts told her what Chu Luye wanted to know.

[A group of fools!I have nothing on me to control those bombs, the remote is on my son! 】

【He will watch the show for me!Whenever the prince wears the crown, he'll push that button for me! 】

[At that time, all of you, all of you will die in the fireworks that explode on the stage!No one can stop me! ! 】

"on stage!"

Chuluye spat out these words with difficulty.

As early as when Chu Luye uttered the first word, Zhongli put a shield on Chu Luye again, and isolated the evil thoughts that were too burdensome for Chu Luye.

The bomber's eyes widened.

Even if Chu Luye couldn't hear it now, he could guess what she was thinking.

The hatred in her eyes suddenly became thicker, and she screamed hysterically: "Why! How do you know!!"

The bomber suddenly struggled, and Chi swiftly restrained the hand she was about to reach out to Chu Luye.

"No!! You are not allowed to go!"

"No one can stop me! Can't—!"

Mandrill knocked her out with a knife in his hand.

The bomber fell limply to the ground.

The young immortal stood up, looking at Chuluye with Chengjin's eyes.

"Come on, traveler."

Chu Luye seemed to wake up suddenly: "...Okay, okay."

He pulled out his cell phone and sent an email to Conan, roughly explaining the identity of the cleaner, the bomb on the stage and the remote control in the hands of the cleaner's son.

Then he brought Mandrill, Zhongli, and Mona together, and hurried towards the backstage of the performance hall.

When Conan arrived in a hurry after receiving the mail, there was a cleaner lying unconscious on the ground at the corner of the corridor, and a small cart that witnessed everything.

They didn't even tie up the bomber for a more secluded place.

Conan took a deep breath and took out his phone.

He had already called Officer Megure, and the police were on their way from the police station.

But now that it was known where the bomb was, there might be one more person he should make a call.

A bastard with black curly hair too.