Conan's Organization No. 3

She couldn't help but be informed of the heart of the cold.

Is it difficult?

...

In the cars galloped,

The radio in the car continues,

"There are currently two of the ladies who are trapped in the elevator, they have not been separated from the dangers, and the time is only for the last 1 minute.

Can they escape within 1 minute? "

The urgent sound of the female reporter made a beautiful three people immediately realized what, hurriedly looked to the Chiba police officer.

"Please, what is going on here? Connone is still inside the East Tower in the East Emperor?"

"What happened to" Chiba police official? "

"This one,"

The thousands of police officers opened their mouths, but I couldn't say anything.

Only the broadcast in the car continues,

"Distinguished spectators, the motorized team seems to have received the retreat."

The girl who reluctantly kept the calm tea to hear this sentence, the ice blue water was trembled, and he slammed to the back of the back.

Lie.

This must be lie.

How can the guy will leave?

She doesn't believe it.

The blue pupil of the ice is still cold, but the eager color in the eyes is obvious, such as the sea of ​​water in the sea.

"Eh?"

"I will open the car back."

The car has been panicked, and the generous yuan is too large to lock the neck of the thousand leaf police officer from the seat.

"Let's drive back!"

"On the East Tower Tower!"

"Too dangerous,"

The neck of the Chiba police officer rose red, hands holding the steering wheel,

"Let go, Yuan too, danger ..."

"Open it back, thousands of police officers!"

The girl is sitting on the pick-up seat, and the exquisite little face is especially cold and white, which looks very calm. ,

but,

That is a good show, and the squatting, and the show, there is no doubt that she is really mood.

Step by step, I can't help but open the window to look back, and in my eyes are covered by water,

"Juvenile Detective Mission will be less than one, or the same is not as bad."

The boy's voice is still ringing in her ear, and the tears blows it.

"Conan -!"

...

Dilatant elevator Li, a slightly indifferent sound from the top of the elevator,

"15 seconds left, Conan!"

The gray pupil stares with the bright countdown, and it will not see the bottom.

"Are you ready?"

"Ok,"

The Connone standing in the elevator tapped the last word, and the answer of the tone is.

"I have put this in the newsletter, and then you can pass the prompt answer you can."

The sound of the time recursive sounds in the hearts of the two.