Conan's Helping People

After receiving the task, Hinata opened the door reasonably, took a look outside, and asked perfunctorily: "Can I help you in any way?"

The system smoothly prompts the task to be completed.

Mr. A, a passerby, was wrapped in a thick and fluffy down jacket and a dark hat on his head. His entire face was covered by a mask and the brim of the hat.

As soon as he saw the door being opened, he stretched out his hand and pulled Hinata out and said, "Little brother, I'm lost. Can you tell me where this address is?"

The system prompts again.

[Mission ‘Mr. Passerby A’s Ecstasy’ detected

Mission details: As expected, this kid is at home, so he can take revenge. He can not only help that idiot to avenge himself, but also silence this kid so that he can’t tell that he saw the bomber’s face last night.

'That's it!

Mission requirements: Do not resist excessively, and help the prisoner succeed in his revenge (or think that his revenge is successful)

Mission reward: 70 points for helping others.]

The moment the message popped up, Hinata rationally controlled her subconscious desire to lock the opponent's legs.

The 30 points from the previous task plus the 70 points from this task equal one hundred points.

After glancing at the prompt in one second, he looked at the passerby Mr. A without saying anything.

The distance was very close, close enough that Hinata could reasonably see Mr. A's eyes above the mask and under the hat of the passerby.

Those eyes were full of joy and pride. The most important thing was that they were not black skinned eyes with small white pupils, but normal human eyes.

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Turns out, it's you...

The guy downstairs last night cannot be said to be exactly the same as the passerby Mr. A. I can only say that he is not the same person at all.

Xiao Hei's body is slender, and the proportions of his limbs are very standard, but Mr. A, a passerby, is a little bit older, and his hair is half-long to his chin.

At this time, Mr. A, a passerby, sneered: "With this look, kid, you really recognize me."

The other party's other hand also reached over and pressed the gun against Hinata's reasonable waist, "If you don't want to die, just follow me."

"..." Hinata sighed reasonably and imperceptibly, "Okay."

Why are criminals in this world so uniform in their methods of threatening people?

They all pointed a gun at their waists and made severe threats. The previous Mr. Bomber was like this, Gin was like this, and now the passerby Mr. A was like this.

Mr. A, a passerby, took a look at the direction and continued: "I have a respectful attitude. If you are still so arrogant now, I will bomb you and beg for mercy later."

Hinata is reasonable: "..."

Another bomb.

Isn’t this world a peaceful background? Why are bombs so easy to get?

However, with this familiar bulging disguise as a bomb, and the sentence "Avenge that idiot" in the mission details, this passerby Mr. A must be an accomplice of the previous bomber, right?

The bomber did indeed say that he went to the hospital that day just to check in. Before he was fully prepared, he suddenly had an eye problem. He thought Hinata was being provocative, so he simply set off the bomb that day.

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He lowered his eyes and walked lazily in the direction pointed by Mr. A, a passerby.

After walking a few steps, Mr. A, a passerby, became overly vigilant just like his previous companion. The other person suddenly said: "Why are you so obedient? Change places and go upstairs."

Hinata turned around and changed direction and walked towards the elevator.

Halfway through, the other party hesitated again and said, "...take the stairs!"

Hinata is reasonable: "..."

He thought for a while and pretended to walk a beat slower.

Sure enough, Mr. A, a passerby, breathed a sigh of relief and pushed him straight away. While pushing him, he threatened in a low voice, "Hurry up, or I'll let you taste the taste of bullets."

It would be better if your style were as direct as your threats.

Along the way, Hinata paused from time to time, and then was pushed forward. He and Mr. A, a passerby, went up to the third and fourth floors, turned again, and when they reached the turning point of the stairs, Mr. A, a passerby, stopped with satisfaction.

"Stop, let's just go here. Not long ago, several families just moved in on these floors, and now there is a family in every room." Mr. A, a passerby, laughed harshly.

"Especially the upper and lower floors. Making sandwich bread here should be very powerful. The police will definitely be incompetent and furious!"

The other party took off the bulky down jacket he was wearing, revealing a familiar bomb that had been tied up in several layers around his waist.

It was almost the same as the bundle of bombs Hinata saw last time. He cooperated by extending his hand so that the other party could tie him up easily.

Mr. A, a passerby, glanced at him suspiciously several times. After hesitating for a while, he still made a difficult choice and continued to follow the plan and tied the bomb to Hinata's reasonable waist.

Then he tied his hands behind his back, and before leaving, he hesitated again out of habit, and simply sealed Hinata's reasonable eyes with black tape.

Hinata reasonably did not resist the whole process, but exchanged a locator and a listening device in the middle, combined them into one, and stuck them on the outside of the sleeve of Mr. A, a passerby,'s underwear.

When the other party was satisfied and finished the work, he adjusted his posture again and sat on the stairs.

Mr. A, a passerby, did not leave immediately, but put his gun to Hinata's reasonable shoulder, pushed him back a little, and then said proudly: "Boy, just wait here, it seems the police are reluctant to let go."

For 200 million yen, I still can’t bear to part with you ‘innocent’ civilians.”

Then there were the sounds of footsteps going down the stairs. The other party walked a dozen steps, and then as if he thought of something, he suddenly reminded: "By the way, I advise you not to run around, the movement is too violent, the bomb will explode.

oh."

Hinata is reasonable: "..."

This passerby, Mr. A, is really verbose.

He put his chin on his knees and sighed.

After listening to the footsteps for a while to make sure that the other party was really disappearing and not making a comeback, he pulled out the mobile phone tucked into his sleeve and continued typing on the mobile phone.

This posture with his hands behind his back and his eyes tied with tape is very awkward, but it doesn't matter, Hinata has already adapted to this kind of mobile phone that can be used as a brick.

He first pressed the button to return to the desktop, and then clicked into the address book.

The first two contacts were Hyuga and his wife and could not be used. The third to fifth contacts were Matsuda Jinpei, Hagiwara Kenji and Matsuda’s police contact information.

After selecting all three people, Hinata continued typing gropingly, [There is a bomb in the stairwell on the thirteenth floor of the Mihua Tower Apartment. If you see it, please call me.]

Press the send button.

After more than ten seconds, the phone started to vibrate. Hinata pressed the answer button again and said preemptively, "Good morning, Officer Matsuda!"

"..." The other end of the phone paused and adjusted his originally low voice to a normal volume, "I'm Hagiwara."

"What does that text message mean? How did you find it? Stay away from there now and be careful not to be discovered by the prisoner. He may still be nearby. I will rush there now."