Conan’s Magical Girl

When Matsuda Jinhei received the news that the bomber/bomber named him and asked the police who survived the Ferris wheel three years ago to defuse the bomb, he thought that was the case.

He calmly took the toolbox to the place designated by the prisoner, but saw the same scrolling subtitles as three years ago.

"Mr. brave officer, let's play a game."

"I installed a bomb/bomb in another crowded place, doesn't it look familiar?"

"Yes, the same settings as three years ago."

"But there is one difference, that is the detective named Saya Frostmoon."

"If you dismantle the bomb/bomb on this side, the bomb/bomb on Miss Detective's side will be detonated, and at the same time, you can get the next explosion location."

"If you choose not to dismantle, the bomb/bomb on Miss Detective's side will not explode, and the bomb/bomb on your side will be detonated, and you will not be able to know the next explosion location."

"Simple trolley puzzle, the only difference is that you're also on one of the tracks."

"What would you choose? One person's life, or more people's life?"

"Where are you?!"

The opposite side seemed to be taken aback by his tone, and he was stunned before answering: "In school, I saw your live broadcast, and I am now trapped in the teaching building."

Live?

He ignored the reporters behind him who were stopped by the police: "How are you over there?"

"There is no monitoring equipment, and the communicator left here was also turned off by me. Now only you can hear me."

"Relax, I said I know a lot about bombs/bombs, you should remember that?"

"Of course I remember," Matsuda Jinhei gritted his teeth, "but I also remember that I told you not to go out recently—"

First I went to attend the memorial service and found that my adoptive father had murdered and was killed, and now I went to school and encountered a bomb/bomb.

Frost Moon got stuck for a moment, then decisively changed the subject: "Mr. Prisoner didn't consider that I would defuse bombs, we can take advantage of this."

Matsuda: "..." Sometimes that guy Shiromuki is more worrying than Kudo Shinichi.

"How long is the bomb/bomb over there?" He took a deep breath and told himself to calm down.

"Twenty minutes," she said, "it should be the same on your side."

"Ah, that's right." Matsuda Jinhei opened the toolbox with one hand and used a screwdriver to remove the shell of the bomb/bomb.

"I've already demolished half of it, don't worry about it here, Officer Mumu and the others should also be looking for the location of the culprit," came the sound of metal collision from Shuangyue's side, "Now delay for a moment. Time, this level of bombing/bombing only takes three minutes for you, right?"

" Waiting for the last minute to dismantle the bomb/bomb on your side gives the prisoner the illusion of being forced to make a choice... No, I probably shouldn't have done that, those reporters won't let it go at this point."

"Now is not the time to talk about this." Matsuda Jinping sat cross-legged in front of the bomb/bomb, leaving only a black back for the camera.

"Turn on the speakerphone, let's play the prisoner."

——

Shuangyue ruthlessly turned off the communicator in the office when she saw the bomb/bomb, causing the prisoner on the opposite side to suddenly be confused.

It is a relatively common bomb/bomb structure, but this time the prisoner seems to be fully prepared, the windows and corridors are blocked, and it is absolutely impossible to open it with the strength of a normal high school student.

—However, not to mention Shuangyue's physique that surpasses that of a gorilla, it only took her a few minutes to defuse the bomb.

While playing with the dynamite that was taken out, Shimoyuki was talking to Matsuda Jinhei.

It is C/4 plastic/plastic explosive/drug.

——

Finally completed the code of one stage, Ka Yao took a task to relax and received news about Shuangyue.

His relaxed expression suddenly gloomy, and he resolutely gave up the target and left the roof against the sniper.

Miss Ghost will not be hurt because of this, of course, he is just reflecting on how he didn't notice this bomber's escape a few days ago, thus causing trouble for Shuangyue.

——

Vodka watched the live broadcast on the phone in horror: "Big brother! The name of Saya Moon... is Kazdelli?!"

Gin sneered: "If Kazdelli was killed by a bomb, I would laugh at her for a whole year."

It is said that the good wanderer drowns and the good rider falls, but this does not apply to Kazdelli.

Kazdelli will die in a bomb/bomb? Its absurdity is no less than a satellite falling and knocking down the Metropolitan Police Building.

——

"Can I sing to you?" Shuangyue's soft voice came from the other end of the phone, "It's a song I just wrote a few days ago."

"Huh?" Matsuda Jinhei took the bomb/bomb to the last step, stared at a yellow thread and clenched the scissors.

"No matter what, I still have a status as a singer, and if I don't have a chance to sing later, it's a waste of my brain cells for the past few days, right?"

"Don't say such unlucky words," Matsuda opened and closed the scissors unconsciously, "I won't give up on you."

"Don't you think you need to calm down in this situation?"

"I think I'm cool enough." Cool enough to play with her here.

I don't know how the police officer Mumu and their search for the prisoner are going.

"Should you promote Moonlight?"

There were a few chuckles from the opposite side, and the girl hummed the prelude to herself.

"My numb fingertips were overwhelmed by the sound and breath brushing my cheeks."

It is a low and soft female voice, with the special tone of Yue Yao.

"Continue to pursue your own color while gazing at your moving figure."

The movements of Matsuda Jinping’s hands slowed down, and the countdown in front of him was no longer so dazzling.

——

Shuangyue hummed a song, her hands kept moving, and reassembled the disassembled bomb/bomb.

"The colors of you, covered in darkness, are mixed in the still me."

She is black, a deep color that will not change by adding any color.

"Even for a moment, it's my reason to take my steps."

Reconnect the remaining wires, and Frost Moon installs the mine/tube securely.

"No matter how turbid it is, I will not live lost."

She never had a definite direction, how could she be lost?

Connect the detonator and place the bomb/bomb into the gravel at the entrance of the stairs.

She lowered her eyes and tried to make her voice softer.

"Even for a moment..."

"I'll walk with you too."

Black and red, they are not the same.

Her original intention was to add richness to her character by the way, why did she feel a real sadness?

After all, some of the characters belong to the real her...

——

The record of the bomber/criminal, physical appearance, the figure captured in the surveillance, the recently sold anonymous phone card, the abnormal signal source…

Ka Yao sifted through useful information with a blank face.

Lines of code flowed from his fingertips like water.

——

"Frost Moon?!" Conan jumped up from the sofa and stared at the live broadcast on TV.

Ai Haibara heard the sound, rubbed her eyes suspiciously, and came out of the bedroom, her eyes staying on the TV screen.

The female voice delivered through the two electronic devices is soft and erratic, but the lyrics are barely discernible.

——

"Exploding, exploding, committing?!" The woman with straight blond hair slapped the table and squeezed three words out of her teeth.

The man with the square face next to him also looked at the news report with a hint of concern.

——

Countdown 2 minutes.

"Okay," said the soft girly voice over there, "Don't worry about me, other people's lives are more precious than me."

If Kazdelli died here, the number of people saved would never be less than the number of people threatened now.

But she knew that Matsuda Jinhei would never give up on anyone.

"How can human life be used to measure value?" Matsuda Jinping was genuinely angry.

Shuangyue's words are not like acting, and her singing is not a mechanical sound without emotion as others have evaluated, at least he can feel the hidden hope and sadness contained in her voice.

"One more minute," Shuangyue didn't answer him, "Go ahead, I'll be fine."

"Better as you say." He lowered his voice, his tone threatening.

The scissors are held firmly in the hand, and the yellow thread is in contact with the silver-white blade.

——

"Make your choice..." The black figure's face was hideous, and the corner of his mouth curved into a strange arc, "Do you choose Miss Detective, or choose innocent people?"

——

The timer stopped at the last second, and Matsuda Jinhei finally pressed the scissors.

"Bang-"

Why is there an explosion? !

He suddenly picked up the phone: "Shuangyue? Shuangyue?!"

The red and black display showed the next location, but he had no time to worry about it.

There was no reply from the other side of the phone, Matsuda Jinping gritted his teeth and rushed to the colleague next to the cordon to explain the next explosion site, and roughly grabbed the patrol car that passed by and drove it to Didan High School.

——

"Hahahahaha...The brave police officer made his own choice-he chose the safety of more people, but personally pushed the lovely junior into death-"

The harsh laughter was interrupted by a blood flower, and the man with a blood hole on his forehead slowly leaned back and fell to the ground weakly.

On the roof in the distance, the blue-haired youth indifferently put away the sniper rifle in his hand.

——

Downstairs in the classroom of Didan High School.

Matsuda Jin rushed into the school with the police lights on the roof turned on, ignoring the call of the doorman and ran out of the car to look at the fifth floor with the broken windows.

"Frost Moon - Frost Moon Saya -!"

She clearly said that she would defuse bombs, that kind of simple bombs can be solved in a few minutes.

She was talking to him a few minutes ago, singing a new song.

"I'm here." The call interface was not hung up, and there was a familiar sound followed by a ping-ping-pong sound.

Matsuda Jinping suddenly stopped, he blinked: "...Shuangyue?"

"I blasted the stone blocking the stairwell and it's coming out now."

Jinping Matsuda: "…"

Alive.

His expression became dangerous, his fist clenched beside him.

"Come out, I'll be waiting for you outside." His tone suddenly became gentle, but it made Shuangyue cool.

She looked at the smooth corridor hesitantly, not knowing whether she should take a step or not.

“…I said that I know bombs/bombs well,” she tried to give herself some buffer time, “not just to defuse bombs, but also to make bombs/bombs.”

However, the male voice on the other end of the phone said "ummm" twice: "I know, so you came out?"

Shuangyue tugged at the clothes covered with dust and some blood, and hesitated whether to repair her body on the spot.

…Forget it, otherwise it’s hard to explain the marks on the clothes.

And just a few scratches, no effect at all.

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The author has something to say:

1. Song Tiantian gives full play to the physique of the operator, but this time it is not a terminal operator.

I have no plans to let Frostmoon die or feign death (at least not yet).

2. This song may not be very suitable for us who know the nature of Shuangyue, but in the future, Conan and the others will automatically make up various potential meanings after they learn the identity of Shuangyue. (flip through the outline)

3. Shuangyue is very familiar with bombs/bombs and knows that they can rub out bombs/bombs with bare hands. This is also one of the tips for the red party.

4. It's all the bomb/bomb's fault, putting so much pressure on Song Tiantian (akimbo), so he died! (Sister Qiansu is very happy x)

5. Given Shuangyue's age, she may not go to the ICU, but being attacked by Song Tiantian's eyes for a while is essential :).

6. Use bombs to blow up corridors instead of brute-force demolition of walls or stones... Don't scare others _(:3"∠)_.

—The following has nothing to do with the text—

7. Good day! hot! Is this an urban heat island?

8. I am copying the medical history: I am careful, one word at a time, and I dare not make mistakes (after all, if I make mistakes, I need to rewrite it completely).

This is a patient with rectal tumor, and when npy copied it to the **** for examination, it said that it was not examined.

npy:…

He followed the inspection without changing his face.

The thing that was not checked was □□, he wrote a digital rectal exam, and there was nothing wrong.

9. I wrote 1w today! I am great!

With the outline and settings, this article is a full 20w words! (Although the outline accounts for 3w)

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