Conan: The Mechanic

When Qianyu walked to an empty seat with two bentos, Conan walked in with a relaxed look.

"You walk lightly, what's the situation?" Qian Yu asked, looking at Conan's face that couldn't hide his pride.

"It's nothing," Conan smiled and waved his hand. "It's just that we'll watch a movie together later."

"Who?" Qian Yu asked curiously.

"Sister Xiaolan," Conan smiled and sat opposite Qianyu and started to eat lunch. "She would go to the movies with us.

Maurilan? Why is she here? Chiba pondered this question while eating the bento. Does she watch movies with others? But if this is the case, she has no reason to watch a movie with herself and Conan... She just finished watching the movie, or was planning to watch the movie, and the person who watched the movie with her let her dove?

Throwing away these meaningless thoughts, Chiba looked at the bento in front of her.

"Gulululululu" soundtrack from the stomach

I'm so hungry +_+

Burying her head into the lunch box, the hungry Chiyu put all her thoughts behind her.

Nine fifty-nine.

Conan was pacing anxiously in the elevator that was going up.

"Why are you in such a hurry?" Qianyu leaned against the elevator wall and said leisurely. "When did you buy the movie tickets?"

"Ten minutes later," Conan replied, turning his head and looking at Qianyu. "But we need to see Sister Xiaolan as soon as possible. I don't want her to wait."

All comfort, expectation and pleasure are frozen at this moment.

With the sudden stop and violent shaking of the elevator, the elevator suddenly plunged into darkness.

"What's going on?" Conan and Qianyu looked at everything that was happening at a loss.

After a while, the red light of the emergency safety light lit up in the elevator, and Chiba and Conan were able to calm down and carefully observe everything that happened.

The top of the elevator was dented inward, and apparently a bomb was placed on the top of the elevator. As for the floor where the elevator stops. . . It should be four and a half. . . After all, just before the bomb detonated, the elevator just flashed the number "4", so now the elevator should be between the fourth and fifth floors.

"I have a bad feeling..." Qian Yu sniffed the air and pouted. "We met old friends."

"What did you smell?" Conan also sniffed and asked. "I smell amine, so what?"

"And nitrile. We've met this combination several times today. I suspect it's cyclotetramethylenetetranitramine—in other words, octagonal explosives." Qianyu glanced at the elevator skylight and said speechlessly. "Is this also the work of Morigu Teiji? How abundant is his bomb?"

"Let's go out first," Conan bent his knees, ready to run. "The previous bombs were just single-shot bombs, and there was no bomb mechanism or follow-up trap mechanism that would trigger a second time later. So if we go out through the skylight now, it will be very safe."

Conan drew a circle on the shoe, intensified his bouncing power to the limit, and bounced up with his head guards in both hands.

"Bang!" After Conan hit the skylight, he fell back to the ground. The skylight has been knocked open by Conan's impact, leaving only a large hole.

"Prepare your umbrella—no," Conan was about to use his umbrella to pull Qianyu over the skylight, when he suddenly thought of something. "No, just give me the hook in the umbrella."

Conan grabbed the hook, started his shoes again, jumped over the elevator, and hung the hook on the axle mechanism above the elevator. "Come up."

"Next time, hang me in a better position..." Qianyu activated the mechanism and let the Wuhen Umbrella lead him to Conan's side. "In this case, the rope will rub against the edge of the skylight and hurt the rope."

"I know, I know!" Conan turned on the flashlight of his watch and provided a light source for the space above the elevator.

Just in front of the two, the closed elevator door appeared in front of them. From the other side of the door, rustling conversations could be heard.

"Can you pry it open?" Conan asked while looking at the umbrella in Qian Yu's hand.

"Probably yes..." Qian Yu revealed the tip of her umbrella, not sure. "Let me try."

A minute later, the elevator door was opened - Chiba inserted the tip of her umbrella into the crack of the elevator door, and Conan kicked the handle of the umbrella with the last charge of her foot-strengthening shoes, and knocked on the door with the principle of leverage.

As soon as the two of them glanced out, they saw many pairs of eyes staring at them.

"Someone has come to save us!" someone shouted.

"Are you serious?" Qianyu rolled her eyes and replied. His childish voice also brought everyone from ecstasy back to near despair.

"The level of damage is very low..." After Qianyu and Conan walked out, Conan made an assessment of the surrounding situation. "Doing this with an octagon bomb is like killing a chicken with a butcher's knife."

"What do you mean?" Conan raised his eyebrows.

"Although the city hall is not small, it is definitely not big. It is also very old and its structural strength is very poor. It will be destroyed without a lot of explosives." Conan looked around and replied. "I suspect that Morigu Teiji left the rest of the explosives for this building. UU Reading www.uukanshu.com"

"Why do you want to build this building?" Qian Yu said speechlessly. "Why did this building provoke him?"

"Is this also his design?" Conan said, pointing to an extinguished wall lamp. "If I remember correctly, this kind of wall lamp is widely used in the building designed by Emperor Sengoku. This building seems to be a building started at the end of the economic bubble. Maybe there are some asymmetries."

"Conan?" Mao Lilan's voice appeared in the ears of the two, only to see Mao Lilan in a red sweater holding a clothes bag and staring at them blankly.

"Sister Xiaolan," Conan focused his eyes on the clothes bag, and then turned to Mao Lilan. "Are you OK?"

"I'm fine," Maurilan walked up to Conan and checked his clothes and exposed skin. "How are you? How did you get out of the elevator? Did you escape from the elevator? Did you get hurt?"

"On the fifth floor where we are, the main body of the building is almost intact, except that the elevator and stair light passages were blocked by the rubble blown out by bombs." Qianyu's cold voice interrupted the warmth of mutual concern. "But the bad thing is..."

Conan and Xiaolan turned their heads together, and saw Qianyu carrying a paper bag. I don't know whether it was due to poor nutritional supply or extreme fright in the past few days. His face was quite pale.

"Our Mr. Symmetry has left us a generous gift." Qianyu put the bag on the ground, gently lifted the box inside, put it on the ground, and opened the lid again. I saw that there was a bomb that was dancing the countdown, and the 01:58:52 above was quite dazzling.

"Judging from the effects just now, Professor Moriya used a lot of explosives. It seems that he intends to make a full bet. Use his final bomb!"