Conan's I'm really not a model worker in a winery

Chapter 67: Very scientific, very analytical, moldy

Gin's voice was stuck for three seconds.

After a long while, he said in a harsh voice: "Did you just say that you received the text message?"

"Yes, what's wrong?" Lie asked strangely.

Gin held his forehead weakly, "...No, I mean, how did you receive the text message?"

Lie said normally: "Mobile phone."

Gin: "..."

Is he wrong or is the world wrong?

Gin glanced at the mobile phone he was talking on the phone with and was very sure that this thing had not yet developed the function of sending text messages.

He silently asked his friend a question: "Then why don't you send me a text message?"

"Ah?" Lie was stunned for a moment, and replied naturally, "Because brother, your mobile phone cannot send and receive text messages."

"...Then do you think it is reasonable for your mobile phone to be able to send and receive text messages?"

Gin glanced out the window and wanted to jump down to see if he was living in a dream.

Is this world really material?

He is very curious.

On the phone, Lie was already a little unconfident after being asked by him, and his words were hesitant, "Then, it should be normal, right?"

"...When will your mobile phone be able to receive text messages? And what kind of mobile phone is it? How big is it?"

Gin took out a small notebook that had only a few pages left, opened it to a new page, grabbed the pen and got ready to write.

"Just today..." Lie's voice was a little hollow, "It looks like? It's a rectangle with a slightly curved edge, 12 buttons...a little smaller than the palm of your hand, right?"

Gin: "..."

today?

Is Lie's consciousness also unclear? I suddenly changed to a different type of mobile phone and didn't feel any problem?

Gin asked another question: "What year is it today?"

Lie replied without hesitation: "91 years."

Well, the time is right.

Can……

Gin looked at the cell phone drawn in the notebook and compared the size of the mobile phone.

Lie's mobile phone is probably an old man's phone...the kind that is more rounded.

"So, you still think there's nothing wrong?" Gin rubbed his eyebrows.

Confirmed, Conan's world must not be material.

"But... that policeman's mobile phone is similar to mine, but it's a flip-top phone..."

Gin: "..."

Hey guys, flip phones are out now?

There must be a time difference of more than ten years!

"...Forget it, you can ask other people next time if this is normal. I'm tired anyway."

strong:"……?"

What happened to big brother?

After hanging up the phone, Mr. Gin continued to look through his emails helplessly.

People can send text messages on their mobile phones, but he can't yet.

...But why?

Why did this huge rift suddenly appear?

Gin was reading the email, and a possibility suddenly popped into his mind, so he drew Lie Baitian's itinerary in his notebook.

"Retsu is a change that only happened today... In other words, when he stayed in Yokohama, his mobile phone should still be the same as mine." Gin wrote out his thoughts, "Then the problem arose after arriving in Tokyo.

, and the only person who had direct contact with Lie was the policeman..."

So, could it be that the police caused changes in the mobile phone?

"...It's still a bit outrageous."

Gin poked his forehead with a pen.

He remembered the smartphone in Scotland's pocket last time...

At that time, only Shuichi Akai and Bourbon were present, but Shuichi Akai didn't have a mobile phone yet, and only Bourbon had one, but Bourbon never took it out to look at it later.

So Bourbon’s mobile phone at that time...could it also be a smart phone??

…

Forget it, why should he consider such issues in the non-material world.

But Gin always feels that there is a thin film between him and the truth. As long as he finds the needle, he can solve the case...

Gin: "..."

Could he have Alzheimer's disease again and forget some key points?

Well, it seems that I need to buy some medicinal materials and boil them to replenish my brain...

Originally, Gin had finished all the work around five o'clock and planned to catch up on a few hours of sleep.

But I was stunned by two strange cell phone incidents that made me completely sleepless...

In the end, Gin stayed up all night.

Staying up all night is the norm - self-comfort from gin.

——

However, besides Gin, there were several other people who also spent the whole night with deep thoughts.

Rice flower market.

A man keeps venting his anger in an apartment building:

"Damn it! Damn it! Those incompetent policemen who are afraid of death...why didn't they explode? Why!"

He obviously planted a bomb in the hospital, why didn't it explode?! There was obviously no police there!

The sinister man vented his anger all night long and pondered for a long time. He didn't know why, but he secretly swore in his heart that he would blow up those policemen next time.

…

Tokyo Metropolitan Police Department.

Only the officers on duty are left in the Metropolitan Police Department...

However, in terms of the number of cases in Tokyo, staying up all night is the norm - a helpless confession from the police officers of the Metropolitan Police Department.

Search a lesson.

Although all the police officers on duty all night were tired, their faces were filled with joy from top to bottom.

Can you not be happy? When have they ever successfully prevented an explosion like they did yesterday? And there were no casualties at all. Their superiors have praised them by name.

However, there was only one person, whose brows were full of depression, and there was no happy emotion on his face, and he was looking at the computer seriously.

It was none other than Matsuda Jinpei.

"I'm telling you...you've been looking sad all night." Miwako Sato, who was working with him, was also working overtime and came over with a cup of coffee. "Why are you crying like this even though the case has been solved? Come on, coffee."

"Thank you."

Matsuda Jinpei took the coffee and took a sip. His eyes were still serious and he said to Sato Miwako:

"It just prevented the explosion from happening...The prisoner hasn't been found yet, right? This way, the case is far from being solved..."

Sato Miwako's expression was a little helpless, "That's right..."

But the criminal is so cunning, it is really difficult to find him.

"Besides, if the man wearing the helmet is not found for a day, I can't let go."

Matsuda Jinpei put out his cigarette and stared at the screened member information with a solemn expression.

"But, that person helped us defuse the bomb. Maybe he is a good person?"

Miwako Sato tried to comfort.

Comfort fails.

I saw Matsuda Jinpei shaking his head: "He is definitely not a good person... He took the bomb for an unknown purpose. He is probably another criminal."

Although there was no evidence, he had this hunch.

It is also illegal to hide explosives privately.

"And, didn't you see it? He jumped from the Ferris wheel more than 70 meters high, basically jumped to the ground at a free fall speed, and actually escaped into the crowd like an innocent person..."

Matsuda Jinpei took a deep breath, "This person is too dangerous."

Later, he also used some small tricks to try to defraud people out, but unfortunately he failed.

Trying to find this person is like looking for a needle in a haystack, even more difficult.

Sato Miwako: "..."

Why didn't she feel any threat from that person?

Could it be that Matsuda became angry due to shame...

Hey! Hey hey! (﹃)

(End of chapter)