Conan’s Corpse Picker

The lock inside the cabinet was completely stuck for some reason and could not be opened.

"Calm down." Conan took a deep breath, trying to block out the "click" and "click" sounds of the second hand. He adjusted his body in the narrow cabinet and reached out to touch his sneakers.

"Without football cushioning, you may get injured if you use strength-enhancing shoes directly... But now is not the time to worry about this detail!"

After 0.1 seconds of tangle, Conan felt that his life was still more important - the bomb above his head was about to detonate, and his legs would hurt for a while, which was better than being blown up into a skewer at close range.

After assessing the situation, he turned on the switch with a solemn expression and kicked with all his strength!

"Clang!" There was a loud noise.

A fake primary school student screamed and hugged his feet.

——The foot strength-enhancing shoes actually didn’t work. Without the addition of technology, his leg strength as a first-grade primary school student was completely unable to shake the locker door.

The pain in his feet made Conan sigh blankly. After he recovered, he stared at his shoes in disbelief: How could the locks on them malfunction at such a critical time? !

"...Is my luck really that bad?"

The saying that there is no unstoppable path seems to have become a joke at this moment.

Conan looked at the iron cabinet he was in, and listened to the bomb above his head, and suddenly felt like he had checked into the urn in advance. He was stunned for a moment, thoughts of escape flashed through his mind one by one, and then dismissed one by one.

Finally, Conan silently took out his cell phone and opened his mailbox.

...Now that things have come to this, let’s write a suicide note first.

He may die, but his experiences and clues tonight will remain, becoming a beacon for those who come after to eradicate the black organization!

With a bit of heroism and grief, Conan quickly typed a bunch of words and pressed send.

The buffer icon rotated a few times and finally turned into a small exclamation mark - the sending failed.

Conan belatedly looked at the signal grid in the upper right corner: "..."

Almost forgot! The underground signal was not good to begin with, and the locker was made of metal. Now it was surrounded by metal. He no longer even had the right to send a suicide note! !

"Gin..."

Thinking of the tall man in black with silver hair, Conan was filled with fear and a hint of anger on his face.

Kudo Shinichi "died" in the hands of gin and vodka. And now, Conan is about to make the same mistake again... What a funny and sad fate.

"I was still too anxious. As soon as I saw the clues of that organization, I pounced on them, completely forgetting to measure the danger of the other party.

"I should have known that people who dare to bomb Shinkansen randomly will definitely not leave easily just because they haven't found anyone. My previous thoughts were too naive to deal with this kind of lunatic who bombs whenever he wants."

Looking back at his bold yet full of loopholes, Conan felt a little regretful. However, now that I am trapped in the cabinet, the bomb is about to explode close to me, and it is already too late to regret.

We can only look forward.

But……

“There is such despair ahead.

"I don't know how much information will remain after this phone explodes." Conan lowered his head with a wry smile and looked at the dimly glowing screen:

"Should I take a gamble and send it on time, or should I leave some hidden and obscure death messages like those victims now, so that when Jiang Xia inspects the scene later, I can use this method to tell him the cause of my death?

"But if this happens, Jiang Xia will follow the same path as me..."

The oxygen in the cabinet became thinner and thinner, making Conan's energy gradually become less and less, and his mind began to have random thoughts.

At this time, he didn't know if it was an illusion, but he seemed to hear a familiar voice.

"Huh?" Conan was confused at first, and then sighed, "He is indeed going to die, and his mind is racing - I seem to hear Jiang Xia calling me."

"At this time, Jiang Xia should be sleeping soundly at home. Alas, I really don't know whether I should envy him..."

Click.

The lock turned and the cabinet door was opened from the outside.

A beam of light shines in, like a stairway to heaven that invites people to climb.

"Is this the scene after death? It turns out that those cartoons are real. Before death, people can really see the light of heaven..." Conan looked at the dazzling light, reason and instinct entangled in his mind, "No, There are no gods or ghosts in the world. This should be because I have watched too many movies and TV shows and accumulated a lot of similar materials in my mind, so I have corresponding hallucinations before I die. "

"What hallucination before death?"

A hand stretched out from the light and lifted him out like a chicken.

The sudden rise into the sky and the cool air outside made Conan's head suddenly clear.

Conan looked up in shock and saw a face that was still mumbling: "Jiang Xia? Why are you here?!"

Jiang Xia nodded the plain glasses on the bridge of her nose: "Of course it's because Xiao Ai gave these to me - I heard these are spare glasses that can track your location."

As he spoke, he looked around: "You sneakily escaped with Itakura Taku's diary just to come to a place like this?"

"!" Conan suddenly came to his senses and realized that the timing of the bomb was still going on. He started to flutter in panic, "Run quickly, there is a bomb here! It will explode soon!!"

"Bomb?" Jiang Xia put Conan on the ground and seemed very interested in this sudden little accident. "Where is it? I happened to learn some bomb disposal skills."

"Why are you dismantling it? It's too late!" Conan glanced down at his watch and was shocked to find that there were only a few seconds left before Gin said "5 minutes later".

"It's too late... Get down!"

Conan threw himself.

However, the imagined scene of "throwing down teammates and hiding behind the cabinets next to them" did not appear. Conan just bumped into Jiang Xia's legs... and then bounced back smoothly.

When he got up dizzy, Jiang Xia seemed to have discovered something.

The famous detective looked at one of the lockers, thought for a moment, and reached out to open the door.

"Ring--!"

A sharp bell rang, and the noise collided back and forth between the iron cabinet and the narrow storage room, deafening.

The sudden loud noise made Conan's scalp explode, and his whole body felt like he was poured with a basin of ice water, as if he had seen the tragic scene of himself and Jiang Xia being torn to pieces.

However, the next moment, as Jiang Xia gently stretched out his hand, the noise that seemed to drill into someone's skull suddenly disappeared, and the storage room returned to peace.

——No explosion, no death.

Nothing.

...It was like having a nightmare, and now I woke up from the dream, only to find that nothing happened here.

...How is this possible? !

Conan looked up in confusion and saw Jiang Xia taking his hand back from the locker. In his hand, he was holding a mechanical alarm clock with a simple style, two steel ears on the top, and a metal pendulum between the steel ears.

Conan, who escaped from death: "..."

Conan: "???"