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The man was thin, wore glasses, had messy hair, and had a newly grown beard on his chin and lips.
The man was originally looking down at a palm-sized notebook in his hand. After hearing the shouts of the terrorists at the door, he raised his head and glanced at Haibara Ai who was thrown to the ground.
[Is he the one who placed the bomb in Clover Villa? ]
Haibara Ai also looked up at him, but soon, Bukawa shifted his gaze and looked at the two terrorists outside the rolling door.
"Where is she from?" Bukawa's voice was a little shrill.
"I don't know. He must have lost his way and walked here by himself."
"Really? Then bring her with them. After all, the final outcome for everyone in this building will be the same..."
Having lost interest in Haibara Ai, Bukawa said in a casual tone.
Immediately, a terrorist stepped forward, roughly grabbed Haibara Ai, who was still lying on the ground, and dragged her into the crowd.
Fast forward a little bit in time, in the mezzanine space of the ceiling, the three little ones were kneeling on it, looking around for the ventilation hole connected to the warehouse.
"Hey, why do Haibara and Conan always do such dangerous things without telling us?" Ayumi couldn't help but ask.
Before handing the phone to them, Haibara had already told Conan that there was a bomb set up in Clover Villa.
After reading the contents of the software on Haibara Ai's mobile phone, the three little ones were shocked at first, and then soon developed a feeling of being "betrayed".
So, Huiyuan, you have already contacted Conan? So, you took us to hide in the ceiling to help Conan observe the situation in the warehouse? !
Why do you have to hide such an important thing from us!
Chapter 298 Can’t Fall Behind
"Maybe they both think we can't help..." After hearing Ayumi's question, Mitsuhiko sighed softly.
"After all, whenever something happens, they never take us with them..."
"We are all children..."
"That's right! We are obviously very powerful too!"
"It's just that they are smarter than us..."
"Conan is still with Touye now. Looking at the photos he sent to Huibara, he seems to be in danger..."
"Once we get out of here, let's go rescue him."
"Found it! Come quickly! It's the warehouse that Huibara and the others mentioned!"
While a few people were chatting, Mitsuhiko finally found the ventilation hole connected to the warehouse and whispered to the other two to come quickly.
"No, no! Let me see!"
"Shh! Keep your voice down!"
The vent was very small, even smaller than a football. The three of them lay down beside it and looked down cautiously through the gap.
From their angle, they could clearly see a number of well-dressed men and women standing in the warehouse below, and even some armed terrorists at the edge of their field of vision.
"It's here! Look! It's Haibara!" Suddenly, Genta pointed to the front of the warehouse and shouted.
The other two quickly adjusted their posture and looked in the direction he pointed, just in time to see the roller door of the warehouse being opened, and Haibara Ai was thrown in roughly by the terrorists, and then thrown roughly into the crowd.
“Those guys!”
"Shh! Calm down! Now is not the time to be angry!"
After whispering to the angry Genta, Mitsuhiko quickly took out Haibara Ai's mobile phone, took as many photos as possible of the situation in the warehouse, and then uploaded them all to the software.
[Conan, this is the situation in the warehouse. Huibara has already gone in.]
"That child, she actually went in alone?"
In the president's office of Toye Building, Shimazaki Kanako looked at the photos sent by the three little ones on the software with an incredible look on her face.
In order to obtain specific information about the bombs, he dared to run alone into a warehouse that was heavily guarded by terrorists. Is this really the courage and awareness that a child can possess?
"That's the kind of person she is." Conan also had a serious expression. After quickly editing a message telling you to be careful and sending it, he put away his phone and began to look around the messy office.
He had already seen the pictures of the three little ones. There were terrorists with guns everywhere in the warehouse, and those people controlled every move in the warehouse.
Unless the police could rush to the door of the warehouse without their knowledge and then launch a surprise attack from the direction of the three rolling doors at the same time, it would be possible to carry out a rescue with a smaller cost in casualties. Otherwise, there was basically no possibility of breaking through from the front and rescuing the hostages.
But this is obviously unrealistic.
So we can only think of a way to outsmart them.
Of course, whether he breaks through by force or by wits, he must leave the office first.
Huibara has already sneaked into the warehouse, how can he continue to waste time here!
"Conan, what are you looking for?" Shimazaki Kanako looked at him puzzledly.
"I'm looking for any tools that can help us pry open the door, but Sister Nanzi, please come and help." Conan said with his back to her.
Although he already doubted Shimazaki Kanako's identity, for now, she was still a trustworthy companion as her memory had not yet recovered.
Now that Uncle Mori is still lying dead, he can only rely on Kanako Shimazaki.
"Okay." Without hesitation, Shimazaki Kanako nodded.
"Although this door has been deformed by the tilt of the building, I think if there are some suitable tools, it should be possible to pry it open little by little using the principle of a lever. Of course, it would be even better if we could find something that can be used for lubrication..."
Having said this, the two of them quickly began to rummage through the debris on the ground.
Kanako Shimazaki first looked around her desk, but when she didn't find anything useful, she turned her attention to the wine cabinet in another corner of the office.
In her mind, the memory of her pouring herself a glass of wine in front of this wine cabinet suddenly flashed.
[It seems that my relationship with this company is really special...]
Recalling her extremely skillful movements in her memory, Shimazaki Kanako smiled bitterly.
As her memories recovered more and more, she felt more and more that she was not an ordinary architect...
[What if the memories I recover are disadvantageous to me...]
Shaking her head to get rid of the unnecessary thoughts in her mind, Kanako Shimazaki quickly stood up and walked over.
Due to the previous explosion, most of the wine bottles outside the wine cabinet were shaken down and turned into pools of sticky liquid mixed with glass fragments on the floor.
A strong smell of alcohol wafted into her nose. Shimazaki Kanako carefully avoided the glass fragments, opened the wine cabinet and took a look inside.
Among a pile of toppled wine bottles, she found a small bottle of opened and used salad oil in the bottom corner of the wine cabinet. It seemed to have been forgotten long ago and had been stuffed in this corner.
"It seems like we are really lucky."
Taking out the small bottle of salad oil, Shimazaki Kanako turned around and said to Conan with a smile: "Conan, I found a bottle of salad oil."
"Oh? You really helped a lot, Sister Nanzi!"
Conan, who was digging around in the bookcase, heard this and pulled out a golf club from under a pile of debris.
"This thing is a little soft...but it should be enough."
Looking at the slightly deformed golf club, Conan scratched his head. Without caring about the preciousness of the club, he held one end of the club at an angle on the ground and kicked hard towards the middle of the club.
This kick directly broke the entire club into a right angle.
But Conan still felt it was not enough, so he turned it over and stomped on it hard twice until it became a sharp angle that was almost sticking together, and then he finally nodded with satisfaction.
"That should be enough... Uwaaa!"
Just as he turned around and was about to go to the door to try out his new tool, something suddenly tripped him next to the pile of debris from which he had just pulled out the golf club.
"Conan!"
"It hurts! I'm fine..."
Conan got up from the ground, covered his head, and looked back at the thing that tripped him, a square metal box.
It's a safe.
Judging from its current position, this safe should have been hidden inside the bookcase before the explosion. After the bookcase collapsed, it was pressed underneath the books until it tripped Conan who didn't notice it just now.
"Is this where President Moriyama keeps his cash?"
Conan didn't care too much about it. Many company bosses would have a safe with cash in their offices. This was normal.
However, what he didn't expect was that after seeing the safe, Shimazaki Kanako next to him suddenly became dazed. She slowly walked over, looked at it straight, then raised her hand and unlocked the safe very skillfully.
"K-Kanako-sister?!"
Chapter 299 Suspicious Little Girl
[That notebook...]
In the warehouse of the Kitayo Building, Haibara Ai stood in the crowd, her eyes fixed on Fukawa who was sitting on a chair not far away.
From the time she was deliberately caught until now, this person has flipped through the notebook in his hand over and over again.
And every time he flipped through the notebook, if other terrorists approached, Bukawa would deliberately close the notebook to prevent his minions from seeing the contents.
Obviously, there must be something special recorded in that notebook, but it was not clear whether it was the information about the bombs she wanted.
"Too... Lord Fukawa, we are almost there."
Suddenly, in the quiet warehouse, the intercom hanging on Bukawa's chest rang.
"Got it, open the door! The second batch of people is coming!" Buchuan replied, then stood up and shouted at the terrorists outside the rolling door in a shrill voice.
[Is the second batch of people coming too? 】
Looking at Fukawa who finally got up from the chair, Haibara Ai felt a little anxious in her heart, but she quickly suppressed it.
【Stay calm and do what needs to be done first. 】
Following Bukawa's shout, the originally quiet warehouse suddenly became extremely noisy. People were whispering to each other, and most of them had panic on their faces.
“Hasn’t the police taken any action yet?”
"How would I know? There's no way to contact the outside world right now..."
"How can I die here like this..."
After all, the people present were not stupid. They all knew very well that once all the people were sent there, it would be time for these terrorists to send them off.