Conan I am Surrounded by Undercover Agents

Three years ago on November 7, gangsters planted two different bombs in two high-end apartment buildings. They demanded 1 billion yen and threatened the police not to evacuate any resident in the building. Once they saw someone coming from

If you leave the building, the bomb will be detonated directly.

Of course, the police would not give away money casually. They immediately arranged for bomb disposal policemen from the explosive ordnance disposal squad to go to the two apartments.

At that time, Matsuda Jinpei and Hagiwara Kenji had just graduated. Because of their excellent skills, they were already the elite of the group, so their boss asked them to take charge of one department.

Matsuda Jinping went to the nearby building, and the bomb was on the fourteenth floor.

The bomb was strategically located and stuck between the gaps in the stairs of the safe passage. Matsuda Jinpei judged that it could not be moved to a safe place to detonate, so he had to put on explosion-proof clothing and take out the tools to defuse the bomb on the spot.

The casing was quickly removed, and after seeing the wires inside clearly, a senior next to him opened his eyes.

"How?!!"

Matsuda Jinpei, who was always confident, was also stunned.

Instead of the various colored wires commonly seen in other bombs, there are dozens of identical black wires, tangled together like snakes.

Because there are so many of them, one layer on top of another, these wires are tightly pressed on the timer, and it is almost impossible to distinguish the corresponding sockets.

Rather than defuse bombs, it's a one-way ticket to hell.

Three years later, Matsuda Jinpei still remembers every minute and every detail of the bomb disposal.

——The weight and discomfort of wearing the explosion-proof suit on the body, the sound of my own heavy breathing in my ears, the constant sweat on my forehead, the sweat flowing into my eyes, I can only blink a few times to avoid disturbing my vision and misreading the wires. I am present.

The worry, fear and doubt on other people's faces...

From the simulated bombs in the police academy to the masterpieces from various prisoners he faced after becoming a police officer, there was no other bomb that made Matsuda Jinpei feel so troublesome and made him think, "I might die here."

Because the impression was so profound that even if he closed his eyes, he could draw the internal structure of the bomb.

The picture that had appeared in my mind countless times in the past actually reappeared in front of me at an unexpected time and place in a clearer, more detailed, and more professional way. This made Matsuda Jinpei unable to react for a while.

He looked at it and suddenly noticed that there was another picture behind the drawing.

He turned it over and found the blueprints for another bomb.

This bomb is smaller than the previous one, but it leaves more text labels in the blank space.

"…………"

Matsuda Jinpei looked at the words and recalled the last phone call three years ago.

…

"It's bait."

"The timer outside is fake, just a bait to attract the police. The shell of the bomb is connected to the internal circuit. Only after the shell is disassembled, the bomb actually enters the detonation state... This is too much.

The police who came to defuse the bomb activated the bomb with their own hands."

"Stop saying these things! Someone else took a photo of the internal wiring diagram and sent it to me. Hurry up—"

"it's useless."

"...?"

"The angle of the photo he took is not right. From my perspective, I can see that there is a wire buried very deep, completely buried inside the bomb. This wire is the key. As long as this wire continues, even if all other wires are cut off,

, the prisoner can still press the remote control to detonate it at any time... There is no solution at all. The moment the box is opened, it is a dead end."

"I heard from seniors that the Metropolitan Police Department has given money, so the real timer has been temporarily stopped... Really, Xiao Zhenping, you worked so hard to defuse another bomb and rushed over, but I was helpless. .”

"Now that you've stopped, come down quickly! What are you still doing here lingering up there?"

"We can't leave yet. Next, I have to move this bomb worth 1 billion yen to a safe place to detonate. This is also our job."

The person on the other end of the phone smiled slightly, his voice as brisk as ever.

"If possible, I really want to see who could do such a crazy thing... What?!"

…

These were the last words Hagihara Kenji left in the world.

My friend's words were still in my ears, and the flat blueprint in my hand was wrinkled. The careful markings on it, such as how to connect the wires to the casing, how to bury the most important wires in a part that the bomb disposal team could not reach... were all messed up. into a ball.

Matsuda Jinpei finally recovered from this huge shock.

At this moment, he noticed a group photo on the bed sheet, and he immediately saw someone standing in the first row - this was a face he would never forget.

It was as if all the blood was rushing to the brain, and an unprecedented intensity of anger swept through the body. Matsuda Jinpei, who could usually think calmly about no matter how dangerous the bomb was, burned away all his reason at this moment.

——Excuse me, except for the explosive police at the scene and the technicians in the equipment department who heard the description afterwards, who else can draw the structural drawings of these two bombs?

The answer is simple.

Matsuda Jinpei stood up with the drawings in hand, grabbed the red-haired man in front of him by the collar of his yukata, and slammed him against the wall.

This hit was made with full force, and the wooden wall was shaken by the impact. Yamao Yosuke was completely unaware of Matsuda Jinpei's sudden outburst. Due to the pain of the violent impact, his beautiful face suddenly twisted.

He stretched out his uninjured left hand and tried to pull Matsuda Jinpei's hand away. He pulled it a few times and found that the hand didn't move at all.

"...Because you can't find any evidence that I committed murder, you want to lynch me to extract a confession, police officer?"

Yamao Yosuke remained pressed against the wall and glanced down at the design drawing close at hand.

"This is the result of my college years. It's a pity that I only made preliminary designs and didn't make them myself, because in my mind they were not perfect... But my classmates were very interested in them, so I made them The design drawings were given to them."

Yamao Yosuke, who couldn't get away, spoke a little faster than before. He didn't beg for mercy. Facing Matsuda Jinpei's ferocious face, he was still smiling. His eyes were like the polar night sky, so black that no light could penetrate. .

"You are a bomb disposal policeman, or you were once a bomb disposal policeman, right? Your reaction was so big, could it be my result? Is it important that I killed you?"

Matsuda Jinping loosened his fingers and the drawing fell to the ground.

He raised his right hand and punched forward violently!

"Boom!!"

The fist was carried by the wind and passed by the red hair, like a heavy hammer, digging into the wall, and the sound of broken boards sounded behind him.

The sound was loud enough to shock the people outside. Yamao Yosuke silently turned his head and saw that he had been punched through less than 1 centimeter away from his head - he could see the deceased's room in Room 108 next door.

Matsuda Jinpei withdrew his hand without saying a word, let go of Yamao Yosuke, and bent down to pick up something that fell out after the wooden wall cracked.

The released suspect looked there and was quickly stunned: "...pinhole camera?"