Conan: This repairman is not very knowledgeable

"I'm in some trouble."

As the Dark Knight, Lin Feng rarely received calls from Amuro during the day.

He has indeed run into big trouble this time.

"I know." Lin Feng returned to the car, took out a voice-changing mask, put it on, and said coldly.

Conan followed him downstairs and stood outside the car, staring curiously at the mechanic. He was openly peeking, and if the car doors hadn't been so soundproof, he would have been ready to lie down and eavesdrop.

What's this guy planning to do now?
"you know?"

"You haven't been spying on me all this time, have you?" Amuro's voice was somewhat muffled for some reason.

"I'm not that bored." On this point, Lin Feng was indeed not lying.

Hiroki was the one monitoring them.

Who told you to be a member of the distillery? You deserve to be monitored...

"To be honest, I'm carrying a bomb right now. As for the organization, we should thank Vermouth for her help this time."

Inside an underground space.

Amuro was imprisoned in a cage made of high-strength explosion-proof glass.

Even the signal was completely cut off, so he could only communicate with the outside world using a landline phone.

Such stringent preventative measures ensure that the outside world will not be affected in the event of an explosion, and no one on the ground will be able to detect it.

There's no need to worry about the other side having a way to remotely detonate the bomb here.

However, that guy isn't a newbie, so the collar bomb must have a timer program.

Nobody knows when it will explode.

On the other hand, Rum's matter hadn't been completely resolved yet. If it weren't for Vermouth's help in covering for him, he wouldn't have been able to stay here safely.

"I'll pass on your thanks," Lin Feng said with a smile.

That traitor is really something...

"Alright."

"However, that's not why I called you."

"I need your help to find that person." Amuro knew that this bomb-wielding guy couldn't catch any fish except himself.

No one can guarantee that the other party won't cause even greater trouble later.

"I don't know what grudges you have against each other." Lin Feng was unaware of the matter between these people and Pramia three years ago.

"Three years ago, on November 6th, the four of us..."

Kenji Hagiwara died in a bombing seven years ago.

He was the first of the five members from the police academy to leave.

Three years ago, Furuya Rei, Date Wataru, Morofushi Kagemitsu, and Matsuda Jinpei went to Hagiwara's grave, just like every year.

It just so happened to be that day.

The guy in the black hooded clothes and mask appeared.

At the time, the other side was deploying a red and blue liquid bomb, preparing to blow up an abandoned building.

"Destroy the abandoned building."

"Why?" Lin Feng didn't know if this guy had checked.

"I don't know. Matsuda and I arrived at the scene first that day, and we even rescued a Russian man. He might know the details."

"However, he was holding Matsuda's business card at the time and ran away in a panic." Amuro shook his head.

At the time, the police couldn't figure it out and didn't know what the other party's purpose was.

At the time, Matsuda was in charge of defusing the bomb, while Amuro was in charge of the pursuit.

Then, Morofushi Kagemitsu and another person who happened to have left with Date Wataru also arrived at the scene, creating a four-on-one situation.

Date Wataru stood guard beside Matsuda, who was defusing the bomb.

During the pursuit, Amuro was injured by a grenade thrown by the enemy, while Morofushi Kagemitsu shot the mysterious man in the right shoulder.

This is probably why they came knocking on our door again.

The person that guy hates the most is probably Jing.

That concludes the story from three years ago. Matsuda successfully prevented the explosion, but the four of them failed to capture each other.

Later, the bomb exploded unexpectedly during transport, preventing the police from analyzing its specific components, which sowed the seeds for today's events. Then, the next day...

In order to obtain information about the bomb, Matsuda Jinpei went on the Ferris wheel alone and died in the explosion.

"I think you should be able to find the names of my friends."

For various reasons, Amuro's role in the story was not explained.

It wouldn't be right for someone with a name like Jing to reveal it to others.

However, it's not surprising that this guy can find out about himself as well as about other people.

"So, that guy didn't know you were the only one left, and he was still trying to lure the others out."

Lin Feng waved to shoo away the dog-headed detective outside.

You're wearing a mask, so I can't even see your lip movements, and you're still not leaving.

This guy was standing outside, attracting the curious stares of several passersby.

“Yes, that’s exactly what I was worried about. He might set up other bombings to lure out people who don’t exist.” Amuro had a bomb around his neck and couldn’t go out to investigate.

That heartless bastard could very well do that.

"I understand. I'll have someone send you a formula for the neutralizing agent later."

"However, you'd better prepare more," Lin Feng added as a reminder.

"Neutralizing agent?!"

Amuro was taken aback.

What neutralizing agent are you talking about?

"You'll find out what it is soon enough." Lin Feng hung up the phone, took off his mask, and got out of the car.

"who is it?"

Conan stood outside for seven or eight minutes before impatiently pressing for an answer.

"A police officer." Lin Feng kicked him and walked into the coffee shop next door.

"You seem to have been working with them all along. What happened?" the dog-headed detective asked as he followed them into the store.

"It's still your problem."

"Because you went to Shibuya yesterday, that area is about to be blown up."

Lin Feng glanced at him and ordered a coffee from Azi.

"Hehe..." Conan chuckled again, speechless.

Look at yourself, is that even human language?

Because I went to Shibuya, Shibuya is going to be blown up.

"I'm telling the truth, you just don't believe me," Lin Feng said with a smile.

"cut."

Conan ignored him and instead asked about what had just happened upstairs.

Regarding the matter of Nobu in the village and that Miss Christina.

How come you suddenly claim to know anything about massage and acupressure, and even joined your uncle in saying that Miss Christina has some kind of problem?

"On this point, I agree with Uncle Mori; that woman definitely has a problem."

"As expected of Mr. Mori, he spotted the problem immediately," Lin Feng said, crossing his arms and praising the sleeping detective.

"Manager, you said a few days ago that Mr. Mori was a bumbling detective," Azusa said with a smile as she handed him the coffee.

The change before and after is a bit too drastic.

“I often hear things like that too…” Conan said with a helpless expression.

This guy is either overeating or overdrinking.

The former is more likely.

"You don't believe me?" Lin Feng looked at the dog-headed detective with a half-smile.

You really don't believe me?
"..."

Conan scratched his head.

His sudden question left me a little unsure... (End of Chapter)