Chapter 120 Seems Particularly Reliable

Most people present didn't understand the purpose of Nobuhiro's mention of the game, but Conan had already put down his watch with confidence.

Just when he thought he could successfully solve the case today while saving an anesthetic needle, Officer Megure suddenly received a call.

Officer Megure's expression suddenly turned ugly after hearing the voice on the phone: "Another bombing occurred in a nearby bar!!"

Everyone present showed shocked expressions in unison, but among them, Conan and Hideaki Nakajima had the strangest reactions.

"Don't be afraid, Conan." Mao Lilan knelt down gently, touched Conan's head and said, "It's okay. Even if there is a terrorist organization that is disrupting social order, we are still by your side and will definitely protect you."

Conan looked like the sky was falling just now, but now faced with the sudden tenderness from his childhood sweetheart, he couldn't help but be stunned. Mao Lilan was not surprised. She thought that this little boy who was only six or seven years old was really frightened by the successive explosions.

Nobushige clicked his tongue and continued his reasoning: "Mr. Nakajima, why are you so nervous?"

"I..." Nakajima Hideaki was speechless, but fortunately he was forced to react quickly by the police's gaze. "The explosion happened right next to me. Of course I will be afraid that another bomb will explode at some time!!"

Officer Memu reminded: "Ahem, there is currently no evidence that there is any connection between the two bombings."

"Indeed, but I think this is not what Mr. Nakajima is really worried about, right?" Nobushige put on the gloves he borrowed from the police and picked up the bent badge on the box. "This bending angle shows that the bomb is installed in the box. It’s in the box, so who gave it to him?”

"How do I know?" Nakajima Hideaki's face showed visible nervousness.

"It's a coincidence that Mr. Nakajima was between me and Mr. Mori when I was depositing my bag today. Mr. Mori had the number ninety-six, mine was one hundred and one, and Miss Mori's was one hundred. In other words, nine The numbers seventeen to ninety-nine happen to be in the hands of you, Takeshita Yunobu and Ueda Koji." Nobushige paused deliberately, and sure enough, he saw that the murderer was getting nervous, "By the way, Conan and I happened to hear the number given by the deceased when he picked up the bag. It’s number ninety-eight. Whose number plate did it belong to in the first place? All we have to do is check the fingerprints on it.”

This time, Takeshita Yunobu couldn't hold back any longer. He took two steps back suddenly, with a look of horror and annoyance on his face.

"No! No! How could it be like this!!!" He pointed at Nakajima Hideaki while trembling and said, "Why not you? Obviously, obviously that box should be in your hands!!!"

Nakajima Hideaki retorted in panic: "What are you talking about? What does it have to do with me!!"

"Because I exchanged number plates with you and wanted to blow you up!" Takeshita Yunobu yelled, "Why didn't you die?"

Conan saw that everyone else was confused, and Asano Nobushige, who had clearly drawn the conclusion, seemed to have no intention of answering the murderer's question, so he had no choice but to go out and do business himself: "Brother Nakajima and the deceased must have also changed their number plates."

"Ah..." Officer Megure suddenly realized, "Nakajima Hideaki wants to kill the deceased?"

Conan: "..."

How come these people have such big brains? ?

"But Brother Nakajima didn't even know that his number plate had been changed, right?" Conan analyzed, "So it can only be like the mystery mansion of the famous detective Mouri Kogoro. It was completely a coincidence that led to an oolong."

Officer Megure breathed a sigh of relief, which meant that the bombing here was entirely a personal grudge, and there was only one murderer: "Okay, then Mr. Takeshita, please go to the police station and explain to us why you attacked Mr. Nakajima! "

Seeing that the police were about to put handcuffs on Takeshita Yunobu, Conan quickly interrupted: "Wait! There is another question that I still haven't figured out. Why did Mr. Nakajima change number plates with the deceased? This kind of thing..."

"You only need to look at what's in the box in his hand to know this kind of thing!" Koji Ueda suddenly grabbed Nakajima Hideaki from behind and forcefully took Nakajima Hideaki's box.

After the box was opened, everyone's eyes were filled with yen.

Nobushige could even hear the surprised "hiss" of the people around him.

"Mr. Nakajima." Officer Megure's expression suddenly became serious after seeing the large amount of money that was obviously used for transactions. "Please come with us to the police station."

"But..." Conan wanted to say something more, but Mao Lilan, who had been looking at him with strange eyes since just now, interrupted:

"Just leave the rest to the police. If Conan is scared, how about I make delicious curry for you tonight?" Mao Lilan asked Nobutushige with a smile, "Mr. Asano, please come too."

Nobushige didn't say anything, but Mouri Kogoro complained very sadly: "I can't eat anything now!"

He stretched and quickly covered his stomach: "Anyway, let's go back early. There seems to be some medicine for gastroenteritis at home."

Conan looked back with nostalgia at Nakajima Hideaki, who had already lowered his head and followed the police. Although he was full of doubts, even though he had already guessed that the nearby exploding bar was the organization's liaison base, and even though he wanted to follow Nakajima Hideaki. Let's go so that we can get more information about the organization from him, but...

Just by looking at Kogoro Mouri's look, he knew he couldn't be willful.

For a moment, Conan, no, it should be said that Kudo Shinichi suddenly understood something.

Organization...gin, vodka...and mezcal, I look forward to the day when your true colors are revealed!

Conan looked determined and made up his mind secretly.

Suddenly, a shadow enveloped him like a dark cloud, and Conan looked up -

Nobuhiro stretched out his hand to cover the dazzling sunset in front of his eyes. The orange light reflected on his profile, like the brush of an ink painting, finely blending the outline.

Well...this guy seems to be particularly reliable.

This is not the first time that Conan has received reminders from others. In fact, no matter whether it is Moori Kogoro, Xiaolan, Sonoko or someone he meets for the first time, there are always various people giving him hints in the process of his reasoning and solving the case.

But Conan has always attributed it to his good mind. Otherwise, it is obviously the same information, why can he think of the key points all at once, but ordinary people like Mouri Kogoro can't figure it out.

But when the person who reminded him was always the same person, and this person had been closer to the truth faster than him, this feeling made Conan realize for the first time that something was wrong.

This man seems a bit scary!