I'm in Detective Conan, and I start with the Grand Theft Auto system.

After the bomb disposal experts obtained the bomb from Conan, they immediately began their operation.

They disassembled the bomb control card that had been removed, connected a spare receiver card in parallel to the original card, and performed a "hot-swap signal hijacking".

This method doesn't require disassembling the internal wiring; it involves secretly watching the video stream that the control card is transmitting to the screen and extracting key information from the images.

Several frames of images popped up on the screen, and a name appeared—Teitan High School.

The news was immediately relayed to the Metropolitan Police Department, and Inspector Megure promptly dispatched personnel to Teitan High School to conduct an investigation.

The bomb disposal team, carrying their equipment, quietly infiltrated the campus and began defusing the bomb.

What they didn't know was that Lin Shen had secretly come over the night before and defused the bombs.

Even if the time comes, the bomb will become a dud and won't explode.

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A street corner near Tokyo Tower.

Joji Nakata stood under the awning of a convenience store, holding a cup of coffee, gazing in the direction of Tokyo Tower.

He had just overheard the conversation inside the elevator through the listening device on the mercury bomb!

He heard a man's voice say, "Let the child take the blame," and the policewoman didn't refute it, but just remained silent for a moment.

Nakata Joji scoffed!

Sure enough, police officers are all afraid of dying.

People like Matsuda Jinpei from three years ago are ultimately just a minority!

Who wouldn't cherish and value their own life?

He glanced down at the countdown on his phone screen; forty minutes left!

Forty minutes from now, the bomb at Teitan High School will explode on time.

Then you will pay the price for your choices!

With a cold smile on his lips, he picked up his coffee and went out to wait on the overpass near Teitan High School.

Nakata Joji sipped his coffee and waited quietly for the time to arrive!

Finally, the time for the explosion has arrived!

boom----

Tadashi didn't hear the explosion. He frowned and looked at Teitan High School, where it was still very quiet and the students were still going to school.

No movement?

What happened?

Joji Nakata frowned.

He took out his phone and glanced at the timer program.

It has indeed reached the startup time, and the above shows that it has been triggered.

But why didn't it explode?

His face darkened.

He hesitated for a few seconds, then switched his phone to manual detonation mode and pressed the button.

There was still no response.

Nakata Joji's hand trembled slightly.

He picked up his phone and pressed the button again; the screen showed that the signal was normal.

But there was no response from the other end of the bombing.

He suddenly realized a possibility!

The bomb was defused?

That's impossible.

He hid so well, using a carefully designed scheme, how could he be found so easily?

Wait... the remote control device on that bomb... if the other side has already defused the bomb, then they can completely follow this remote control signal to trace his location.

Nakata Joji broke out in a cold sweat instantly.

He glanced left and right instinctively.

People were coming and going on the street, and no one noticed him.

He quickly turned into a deserted alley, opened his phone, removed the SIM card, and threw the phone and SIM card into a pile of trash in the corner.

He stood in the shadows, took a few breaths, and tried to calm himself down.

It's fine.

It's too late to catch up.

As long as there is no cell phone signal, they can't find me.

Nakata Joji walked out of the alley and had only taken two steps when he passed the window of an electronics store, where a large television was playing the news.

He stopped in his tracks.

In the footage, Inspector Matsumoto stands in front of a bunch of microphones, his face ashen: "Just now, we received another notice from the criminal. Please take a look!"

He took out a sheet of printing paper with neat lines of text printed on it.

The camera zoomed in, and Nakata Joji saw the contents clearly:

[Officers of the Metropolitan Police Department, your performance has amazed me.]

I never imagined that you guys would crack my carefully laid plan.

However, that's just an old trick I used three years ago; it's nothing special.

This time, I formally challenge you.

I have already planted two hundred bombs in various wards of Tokyo.

The bomb explodes every half hour.

Here's a hint: the rich are often heartless.

[Dear citizens, there is no need to panic. This is only aimed at the wealthy class with a monthly income of over ten million.]

You should just live your lives and not worry about it.

Inspector Matsumoto's voice turned serious: "This is an extreme provocation against the police by the criminal!"

"I hereby advise the prisoner to stop immediately! Otherwise—"

Nakata Joji stopped listening to what was said after that.

He froze on the spot, as if someone had poured a bucket of cold water over his head!

He stared intently at the announcement on the screen, his mind buzzing.

I didn't write this!

I'm still here!

How do I send a fax to the Metropolitan Police Department?

Yes!

Someone must have impersonated him!

Slander! Someone is slandering me!

The other party not only impersonated him, but also planted two hundred bombs in various districts of Tokyo.

Two hundred!

He placed two seeds, and had already gone to great lengths to hide them for three years.

Who is the other party?

Are you going to carry a truck and dump bombs all over Tokyo?

The more Nakata Joji thought about it, the more his scalp tingled.

Crimes targeting the Metropolitan Police Department at most cause the police to lose face, and at worst make the news headlines.

However, this announcement was aimed at the wealthy class throughout Tokyo.

This time, it's not just a matter for the Metropolitan Police Department anymore.

The police department and public security officials will definitely get involved; those people are playing by rules that aren't ordinary.

Nakata Joji stood there, his feet feeling cold.

His intuition told him he couldn't stay any longer.

He had to leave Tokyo, the sooner the better.

Whether it's the Shinkansen or a bus.

I'm willing to go anywhere as long as I can leave.

Without thinking further, he turned and ran toward the nearest Shinkansen station.

The station entrance was bustling with people.

Joji Nakata quickly pushed his way through the crowd toward the ticket gate.

He had only taken a few steps when a beautiful blonde woman with blue eyes walked towards him.

The other person was wearing sunglasses and high heels, and walked with a confident stride.

In the instant the two brushed past each other, the beautiful woman's bag strap "accidentally" caught on the hem of his clothes.

Nakata Joji instinctively stopped and tried to help untie it.

But the next second, he felt something gently prick his waist.

It felt like being bitten by a mosquito.

He glanced down but didn't see anything unusual.

But then, his legs suddenly went weak and his vision began to blur.

Nakata Joji tried hard to stand up, but his body was no longer under his control, and he swayed and fell forward.

The blonde beauty caught him just in time, letting out a panicked exclamation: "Oh dear! What's wrong? Are you suffering from heatstroke?"

Passersby turned to look.

The beautiful woman, while supporting him, anxiously flagged down a taxi: "Driver! Help! My friend has fainted!"

The car door opened, and she deftly shoved Nakata Joji into the back seat before getting in herself.

The moment the car door closed, the panicked expression on her face vanished completely.

She leaned back in her chair and said casually, "Take a detour, go down a side road, and avoid the main road."

The driver in the driver's seat nodded, his tone respectful: "Yes, Lady Vermouth."

The taxi slowly started moving, entered the traffic, and quickly disappeared at the end of the road.