The famous criminal in the world of Conan

Chapter 531 Everything is reversed

"Since you don't believe it, let's see how those reporters report our great achievements now!"

As the bomber's hand pressed a few buttons on the car radio, the radio began to play.

And what was being played was the same words as now.

"The bomb timer hasn't stopped yet!"

"That criminal, are you watching TV?!"

The voice was full of anxiety and pleading.

These two sentences stunned the bomber and his accomplices.

No, they have already stopped the bomb for the police, how come it says here that the bomb timer has not stopped yet? !

The accomplice obviously still had a conscience. He was confused at first, and then he began to doubt himself.

"Could it be that the remote control we made is malfunctioning?"

"Why haven't the bombs stopped yet?"

Compared to him, the bomber curled his lips in disdain.

"Who cares? That's the police's business. Anyway, we've got the money..."

After hearing this, the accomplice was stunned again. He was obviously in a dilemma.

At this moment, the voice on the radio suddenly increased in volume, and the tone of pleading became even stronger.

"If you still have a shred of conscience, please stop the bomb!"

Perhaps he was unable to get over the hurdle in his heart, or perhaps it was the trace of conscience mentioned in the radio broadcast that really touched him.

The bomber's accomplice, who still had a trace of conscience in his heart, slammed the car door and made a decision.

"I'm going to tell the police how to stop the timer!"

Just like that, he ignored the bomber's dissuasion and resolutely decided to get out of the car. He found a random public telephone booth on the side of the road and called the police.

What happened next is very clear.

The police took advantage of his psychology, kept delaying time, and finally found his location.

Because he was too panicked, he was accidentally hit by a passing truck while running away and died on the spot.

The outcome of this incident is truly regrettable.

However, it was this incident that made the bomber completely crazy.

Conscience, fuck your conscience!

It was because the good brother was too conscientious that he didn't even have time to spend a penny of the money he earned, and ended up dying while being hunted by a group of cold-blooded policemen!

So now, when he heard the word conscience, he felt nauseous.

You said the same thing seven years ago, and you said the same thing three years ago.

It’s been three years and you still say this!

People will change!

The bomber had no idea that people don't change. He didn't want to care seven years ago, but seven years later he was just as cold-blooded as he was seven years ago.

He was just looking for a reason to vent his feelings about his brother's death.

It's not necessarily that he doesn't know the core of this, but he just doesn't want to think about it now.

He just wanted to see one of the two places, Tokyo Tower or Teitan High School, explode like fireworks!

He will use this grand fireworks display to show the incompetence of the Tokyo police!

......

Five seconds, four seconds, three seconds, two seconds...

No, not two seconds.

The bomber sneered as he looked at the timer and connector on his phone that were first cut off.

He now had only one thought in his mind - the young policeman couldn't take it anymore!

Just as he thought, no one could resist the great temptation between life and death.

The more famous a person is, the less he can do it.

On one side is the afterlife with no consciousness, no will, and endless silence.

On one side is the real world that is extremely brilliant, wonderful and full of beautiful scenery.

If it were him, he would make the same choice.

After all, a dead Taoist friend will never die a poor Taoist.

What does the life and death of others have to do with him?

Even though the previous policeman sacrificed himself, he still believed that not all policemen had the same spirit of self-sacrifice as the previous one.

Now, the result is exactly what he expected.

If I say that, it seems like I can see that grand fireworks display.

As the bomber thought this, with a cold but pleasant smile on his face, he watched the reporters on the big screen in front of him flattering Hakuba Matsu as he walked out of the Tokyo Tower. He started the car and drove to Teitan High School.

Don't be happy, the show has just begun.

...................................

Time passes by every second.

One o'clock, two o'clock, half past two...

The bomber was looking at the mobile phone in his left hand while holding a telescope in his right hand.

He stood on an overpass 500 meters away from Teitan High School, looking at his carefully arranged artwork from afar through the focus of a telescope.

Soon, soon.

There were only two minutes left before the explosion he had designed.

Ten, nine, eight, seven, six...

The bomber was so excited that he began to mutter in a low voice, his voice trembling.

"Five seconds, four seconds, three, two, one..."

"Um?!"

The expected explosion did not occur.

Teitan High School stood intact, and the students who had finished their exams put down their test papers with either joy or sorrow, and walked out of the classroom one after another.

How, how is it possible?

The bomber looked stunned. Could it be that the timer he set failed?

He hadn't experienced this feeling of surprise for many years.

The last time was the year his good brother died, when he was surprised by the audio replay on the radio.

Maybe the timer failed.

The bomber thought so in his mind, but it didn’t matter, he could still detonate it manually.

Thinking of this, he pressed the button on the phone in his hand.

"I'm sorry, Mr. Exploder, the number you dialed is currently unavailable."

The expected explosion did not occur, but the female voice coming from beside him made him shudder all over.

He slowly turned around and looked around. The surroundings made him dazed.

He had unknowingly been surrounded by circles of police on the overpass.

Leading the group was a heroic female police officer with short hair and a red phone in her hand.

is her? !

When the bomber saw the familiar face, his dazed body shook unconsciously.

He had seen this note once three years ago.

At that time, she looked at the exploding Ferris wheel and cried out in despair.

He felt that her crying was the most pleasant appreciation for his efforts.

Now, it seems that everything has been reversed.