Conan: I'm Really Not Tokyo Ghost Story

After his lips twitched, Conan silently turned his head away.

Takagi Wataru remained completely silent below... There was no way around it; the commotion upstairs was just too much, especially the earlier chat between Sano and the prisoner.

Takagi Wataru felt that he had no way to get a word in edgewise.

Or rather, it made Takagi Wataru feel as if he were the only one who was unrelated.

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To put it more bluntly, it's like I'm being ostracized without my knowledge.

...Come on, this is a critical moment concerning the lives of three people. We can forgive the demolition perpetrator, but these two are the ones directly involved.

Can't you be a little bit nervous?

Just as Takagi Wataru was having an existential crisis, Conan above him secretly turned his gaze back, attempting to peek at Sano's "secret technique."

Conan assumed that the dim lighting would prevent him from being noticed.

However, who is Sano? How could he not notice him?

But Sano didn't say anything more... He just watched it.

This is something you can learn just by watching it.

The power of cheat codes is beyond your imagination, young man.

Of course, this is not important.

The important thing is that Sano's hand can no longer leave the bomb.

According to Shiratori Ninzaburo, in the previous round, the hint appeared on the bomb's display screen in the last three seconds before the explosion.

So, wouldn't it be enough to disarm the bomb just one second before it explodes?

Sano doesn't know much about the others.

But at least for Sano himself.

To control the bomb's detonation time, you only need to control the start time.

In particular, the prisoner was so thoughtful as to make a countdown for Sano.

That makes it even simpler.

Of course, Sano originally thought that if all else failed, he could take a gamble.

I'm betting I don't need the bomber's hints... and of course, I'm not figuring out the location of the second bomb myself. The task of defusing the second bomb will be the same as the previous bomb defusal task, with the location directly given on the map.

Of course, Sano can't gamble now.

Because back when Sano was rambling with the bomb thief, he had already received the mission related to the second bomb. It was definitely going to be defused, but the location was not yet known.

Sano has to find it himself.

...However, judging from the previous situation...

Takagi Wataru couldn't come up from below; Conan was up above. Before Sano arrived, Sato Miwako said that the bomb disposal team would remotely command the bomb disposal.

So, you're asking Conan to dismantle it?

What were the police thinking, letting a little kid defuse a bomb?

Sensing something was amiss, Sano began to doubt the police's intentions.

Let alone not knowing that Conan is actually a fake child, even if they did know, they generally wouldn't entrust such an important matter to an "ordinary person," right?

Conan isn't some ignorant brat; he should be aware of the risks involved.

Since you've done this, it means you're quite confident, right?

Sano suddenly asked Conan, "Have you studied bomb disposal?"

"what?"

Conan was stunned for a moment, then nodded: "I've learned a little."

"You wouldn't normally learn this kind of thing, would you? Where did you learn it?"

Sano asked again, while Conan scratched his head... Why does this conversation feel so familiar?

Forget it.

"I learned it when my dad took me to Hawaii."

Conan answered in this way, and Sano nodded without saying anything more.

A few seconds later, Conan brought up another topic: "Hey, when you jumped down earlier, didn't you notice the TV station's helicopter next to you? It seems like they broadcast your transformation process. Was that okay? Also, why did you transform? And why did you transform back after you came down?"

"It doesn't make any sense, does it?"

Just when Conan thought that the other party would give an answer like, "Because the Tokyo Tower incident caused too much panic, the existence of the Black Mask can calm people's hearts," Sano calmly gave another answer.

"Ah, that's because I don't know if the bomb I landed on will explode. If it does, that thing should protect me from being killed."

Conan: "..."

Takagi Wataru: "..."

Damn, so this guy wasn't confident at all when he came down!?

Then wouldn't our lives have already teetered on the brink of death?

The two stared wide-eyed, a mouthful of sarcasm stuck in their throats.

He couldn't spit it out, nor could he swallow it down, and it took him a long time to finally fall into a frustrated silence.

"...So, what exactly are you doing?"

Because of Sano's problem, Conan has turned his back and can now openly peek.

But after watching for a few minutes, Conan still couldn't understand.

What the hell does it mean to put your hand on the bomb and not move?

Sano snapped out of his daze and said seriously, "Feel the breath of the bomb."

"……ha???"

Conan was once again filled with question marks.

"To reach the highest level of bomb disposal, you must not have bomb disposal tools in your hands, but you must have them in your mind."

Sano said casually, "Calm down, adjust your breathing to the same frequency as the bomb, and then suddenly stop breathing. This will stop the bomb from breathing... that is, stop the bomb from operating, and the bomb will be successfully defused."

Sano's explanation sounds reasonable, but no matter who listens to it, they will only find it extremely absurd and pure nonsense.

Conan's expression gradually became blank and lifeless.

Damn it, is this person mentally ill, or is he hearing things?

"……that."

Just then, Takagi Wataru finally raised his hand weakly and said, "I think I might, perhaps should, remind you two."

"There's only one minute left until midnight."

"Nonsense, we have a countdown timer here, we don't need you to remind us."

Takagi Wataru fired a series of dots and fell silent, while Conan above him focused his attention.

Time passed second by second.

Finally, the words reappeared on the screen.

He'd only floated halfway when Conan's eyes lit up: "Kurosawa!"

Sano ignored Conan and waited until all the words appeared.

He then abruptly pulled his hand away and slapped the bugging device next to him to pieces.

Conan and Sano were so startled by Sano's slap that they trembled all over, thinking a bomb had exploded. They even stopped breathing until two or three seconds later when everything was fine.

The two of them breathed a sigh of relief and immediately softened.

"Teitan High School, it's actually Teitan High School."

After regaining his senses, Conan immediately got up: "Ran and the others have a national mock exam today, we need to notify the police right away and send the bomb disposal team over!"

"no need."

Sano interrupted Conan: "I'll handle the bomb disposal. Just let the police catch the bomb thief."

"Hey?"

Before Conan could respond, Sano had already entered his masked form, leaping up and moving around the elevator shaft like a monkey.

It eventually disappeared into the darkness.

...No, at least take yourself out with you first, right?

Conan's lips twitched, and he quickly asked Takagi Wataru to call Sato Miwako.

……

The next day.

The bomber, who was found by the police not far from Teitan High School and personally apprehended by "Black Mask," was escorted to a mental hospital by two police officers.

A diagnosis of mental health was performed.

"Although Japan does have a death penalty system, this level of punishment is very difficult to implement in Japan. Even if someone is killed, they may not be sentenced to death. Furthermore, even if someone is sentenced to death, they may still die of old age and the sentence may never be carried out. Of course, this is especially true for your case."

"He will almost certainly be sentenced to death."

The gaunt-faced man looked to the side in confusion.

He was a foreign man who muttered a lot of things while registering information. To be precise, he was a Western white male with blond hair, green eyes, a suit, and glasses. He looked like a successful person, an elite.

However, judging from the location and the other party's behavior...

I'm afraid he's not in good spirits.

After narrowing his eyes, the explosives thug still asked, "Are you talking to me?"

Sano did not answer, and continued talking to himself: "Of course, even so, you can still use mental problems to absolve yourself of your guilt."