Ke Xue: The thief Cao is actually myself

Chapter 569 I have a bold idea! (Please give me a monthly ticket!)

"Huh? This is it?"

Conan looked around the storage room eagerly, taking in everything from the stacked old cardboard boxes, to the crooked wooden stools with missing legs, to the rusty tools.

Suddenly, his eyes fixed on a long rope hanging from the beam.

One end of the rope was tied firmly to the beam, while the other end was scattered randomly on the dusty ground.

Looking at the rope connecting the ground and the beam, Conan's eyes lit up instantly, and a bold plan gradually became clear in his mind.

He decided to use the power of the rope to swing to the window and successfully escape from here.

Thinking of this, he quickly calculated the distance and angle in his mind, then rushed to the rope, pulled it hard, and after repeatedly confirming that it was strong enough, he held the rope tightly with both hands, ready to climb.

But as soon as he exerted force, he felt a piercing pain from the wounds left by the previous struggle.

The rough rope rubbed against his wound like sandpaper, as if countless fine needles were stabbing him fiercely, causing him to break out in a cold sweat. Beads of sweat the size of beans kept rolling down his forehead, and his knuckles turned white from excessive force. He almost let go of the rope in his hand.

But when he thought of Takei Naoko's uncertain life or death, Conan still endured the pain from his body, gritted his teeth, and relied on his tenacious willpower to move up inch by inch.

After finally climbing into the air, Conan began to sway his body left and right, gradually increasing the amplitude of the swing. Every time he swayed, his wound was pulled painfully, but he could no longer care about that.

Because, according to the information he overheard before he fell into a coma, President Takei and others were about to start a new round of transactions with the kidnappers.

Given how much President Takei values ​​the company and its interests, the other party may not choose to pay the 500 million ransom to rescue Takei Naoko.

In other words, even if the other party's fatherly love is briefly awakened and he chooses to negotiate with the kidnappers, it is impossible for him to honestly hand over the 500 million ransom. Instead, he is likely to take risks and continue to use newspapers disguised as ransom in an attempt to get away with it.

After all, in President Takei's heart, although his daughter Naoko Takei is important, her importance is far less than the interests of the company and himself.

In other words, if he had not arrived in time to stop President Takei's foolish behavior, then Takei Naoko would most likely have been killed by the angry kidnappers and disappeared from this world forever.

Conan knew that human life was at stake and that he had a heavy responsibility, so he endured the pain and increased the force of the swing.

At this moment, he had only one belief in his heart, that is, he must escape from here as soon as possible and save Takei Naoko!

Finally, with his efforts, the rope swung larger and larger and got closer and closer to the window.

However, to his surprise, the rope had already swung to its maximum arc, and he stretched out his arms as far as he could, trying to touch the edge of the window, but no matter how hard he tried, his fingers were always just a little bit short.

"Why is this happening?"

Conan looked at his arm, then at the window that seemed so close yet so far away, his heart full of confusion and unwillingness.

According to his calculations, he could grab the window sill with the help of the swinging rope!

But why is it always that little bit short?
As he watched, Conan suddenly realized something, "Wait... this arm!"

A trace of annoyance showed on Conan's face. He bit his lips hard and cursed himself for being so careless.

Just now, I was so focused on calculating the swing amplitude and angle of the rope that I forgot that I am just a child now, and both my height and arm length are extremely limited.

He looked up at the window, then looked at his body hanging in the air, feeling anxious and discouraged.

He tried all possible methods, and even injured himself. What should he do to escape from here and rescue his classmate?
"No, I can't give up!"

Conan took a deep breath, tried to calm himself down, and began to replan his escape plan in his mind.

Just as he was hanging in the air, taking a breath and thinking about what to do next, faint footsteps suddenly came from outside the storage room door.

Conan's heart suddenly tightened and his movements stopped.

He held his breath, pricked up his ears, and listened nervously to the noise outside.

The footsteps were getting closer and closer, and each one seemed to knock on his heart.

"Could it be that President Takei has returned?"

Conan was extremely anxious and looked around frantically, trying to find a hint of hope from the surrounding environment.

Just as he was racking his brains, his eyes inadvertently swept across an abandoned old wooden ladder in the corner of the storage room.

The wooden ladder looked old, eroded by time, and looked shabby and even shaky, but at this moment it became his only hope.

Conan made a prompt decision and slid down the rope carefully. When he landed, the pain in his legs almost made him fall, but fortunately he managed to hold on and keep his body steady.

He ran quickly towards the wooden ladder, but when he exerted force he found that it was much heavier than he had imagined.

His face flushed, and he used all his strength to finally drag the ladder under the window.

Conan stacked the wooden ladder and the box together, then climbed up carefully.

Climbing up the wooden ladder with trembling hands, Conan took every step carefully, afraid to make any noise and attract the attention of the man outside the storage room.

As he climbed up little by little, the wooden ladder made a creaking sound, as if it was groaning in pain and could fall apart at any time. Conan's heart was in his throat. He paused every time he climbed a step, nervously confirming that no one outside noticed.

Finally, he climbed high enough to reach the window lock.

Just when his fingers were about to touch the lock, the footsteps outside stopped abruptly, and then a tall figure appeared at the door.

Conan's heart instantly rose to his throat, and the blood in his body seemed to have frozen. He clung to the wooden ladder, his fingers stopped just a millimeter away from the lock, not daring to breathe, silently praying in his heart that he would not be discovered.

The figure kept pacing at the door of the storage room, and with every step, Conan felt like his heart was going to stop.

Suddenly, the man seemed to have noticed something, and he rushed to the door of the storage room and looked inside through the crack in the door. Then, there was the sound of a key being inserted into the lock.

The sound of the key turning in the keyhole, one by one, was like the countdown of death.

"We can't delay any longer, we have to act quickly!"

Conan gritted his teeth, feeling extremely anxious.

He knew that every second of delay would increase his chances of being discovered, and Takei Naoko's danger would increase.

He took a deep breath, hooked his fingers suddenly, and finally touched the lock, opening the window. Then he grasped the window frame tightly with both hands and climbed up with all his strength.

Although his arms ached and his knees were rubbed raw by the rough wall, he still gritted his teeth and persevered. Finally, his upper body successfully stuck out of the window, and the cold wind blew on his face, which refreshed him.

However, just as he was about to push his entire body out in one go, the wooden ladder suddenly creaked, as if it could not bear the weight.

Conan's heart tightened, but he did not stop at all. He gathered all his strength and twisted his body hard, and finally succeeded in flipping out of the window just before the wooden ladder was about to fall apart.

The moment he landed, he rolled over to relieve the force. Although his body was covered with dust and dirt, he had no time to care about that at the moment.

He quickly stood up and looked around, and found himself in the backyard of the Takei family, which was filled with debris and trash cans and had a bad smell.

Just as Conan recovered from his shock, he heard the sound of the door of the storage room behind him being pushed open, followed by a puzzled male voice, "Huh? Why is there no one here?"

"Didn't the president say that there was someone here?"

Soon, it seemed that he had discovered the broken wooden ladder and the open window, and the confusion in the man's voice turned into a roar of fear and anger.

"Oh no, that little devil ran away!"

"Quickly notify the president!"

"That kid can't get far. Search him!"

Conan quickly crouched down and hid behind a pile of debris. His heart was beating violently in his chest. He tried to steady his breathing while his brain was working rapidly, thinking of a countermeasure.

He knew that he could not just sit here and wait for death. He had to leave this dangerous area as soon as possible and then find a way to contact the police and Kogoro Mori.

He looked carefully behind the pile of debris and found a hidden path leading to the back door of the yard.

Conan took a deep breath, and while those people were frantically searching near the storage room, he crouched down and ran along the path at the fastest speed.

The soles of his shoes made slight sounds as they stepped on the dead branches and leaves on the ground, and each sound made his heart hang higher.

Finally, he ran to the back door, which was fortunately not locked.

He gently pushed open the back door and stepped out. Outside was a narrow and dim alley.

Conan ran desperately along the alley, keeping an eye out for any public telephone booths around.

The cold wind blew into his collar, making him shiver, but he didn't dare stop.

After running for a while, he finally found a telephone booth at the entrance of the alley.

Conan's heart moved, and he rushed over breathlessly, picked up the receiver, and was about to call Kogoro Mouri when he suddenly heard a noisy sound of footsteps and shouting behind him.

"Over there, that little devil is over there, don't let him get away!"

"Hurry up and chase him. If he gets away, the president will skin us alive!"

Conan thought to himself that something was wrong and he knew he was discovered. He quickly hung up the phone, turned around and looked around. He found an even narrower alley next to him. Without thinking too much, he dived into it.

The alley was winding like a maze, and the ground was bumpy. Conan almost fell several times.

But with his agility, he turned left and right in the alley, gradually increasing the distance between him and his pursuers.

Finally, the shouts and footsteps of those people gradually faded away, and Conan stopped, breathing heavily.

Conan took a deep breath, trying to calm himself down, then carefully looked around. After making sure that the group of people had not noticed his presence at all, he quickly walked towards the phone booth again.

This time, luck was on his side and he arrived at the phone booth safely.

He quickly picked up the receiver and dialed Kogoro Mori.

"Hello, Uncle Maori, I'm Conan. I'm in big trouble..." Conan briefly explained the situation to Maori Kogoro and asked him to come as soon as possible.

"Conan, don't panic, I'll be there soon, find a safe place to hide."

The steady voice of Kogoro Mouri came from the other end of the phone, giving Conan some peace of mind.

After hanging up the phone, Conan hid in the corner of a nearby convenience store, vigilantly observing the movements outside through the window, while waiting for the arrival of Mouri Kogoro and others.

Time passed by minute by minute, and every second seemed extremely long to him.

Finally, two familiar figures appeared in Conan's sight, they were Kogoro Mouri and Ran Mouri.

Seeing the two of them appear, Conan was delighted, walked out from the corner, and waved to them.

"Uncle Maori, Sister Xiaolan, I'm here!"

Conan shouted at the top of his lungs, his voice filled with the excitement of being reunited after a disaster.

Seeing that Conan was safe and sound, Kogoro Mouri and Ran Mouri looked at each other, and their hearts finally settled down.

Maori Kogoro strode over and asked with concern, "Kid, are you okay?"

Mao Lilan also hurried forward, her eyes full of concern and distress, "Conan, are you okay?"

"I'm fine, Uncle Maori, Sister Xiaolan." Conan shook his head, his expression immediately became serious, "The most important thing now is to find Miss Takei Naoko, she must be in a very dangerous situation now!"

At this point, Conan's eyes flashed with anger and anxiety, "Because, President Takei... has been completely blinded by money and power. I suspect that he intends to use counterfeit money to fool the kidnappers and does not care about Miss Naoko's life or death at all."

After hearing this, Kogoro Mori's heart sank suddenly and the expression on his face became extremely solemn.

Although Kogoro Mori had long guessed, from President Takei's previous behavior of disguising the ransom with newspapers and various signs during the conversation with him, he had never imagined that a father could be so cruel to his only daughter.

"We have to stop him!"

Conan raised his head and said with great determination, "If the kidnappers find out that the ransom is fake, Miss Naoko will be in real danger!"

There was a hint of urgency in Mao Lilan's voice, "Dad, we have to save Naoko quickly, or she will really die!"

Maori Kogoro raised his hand and touched his chin. With full confidence in his tone, he said loudly: "Don't worry. With me, the famous detective Maori Kogoro, there will be no problem that cannot be solved. I will definitely rescue Takei Naoko safely!"

As he spoke, he quickly took out his cell phone and called Officer Megure...

(End of this chapter)