Transform randomly in Kexue World

Chapter 961: Can’t Smash Any More

The real culprit of the World Expo bombing incident finally appeared, but this culprit had previously acted like a supporting role, and Conan still doesn't know his name.

The criminal turned around and looked at the little boy, the mascot and the rabbit who were walking up to him. He was a little surprised that he did not see the famous detective Mouri Kogoro.

"It seems that I have been discovered. How did you find me?"

"Of course it was the bag of cash. Although you moved the tracker placed by the police in advance, I secretly attached a transmitter under the bag." Conan explained: "In the end, it was confirmed that the bag had not been replaced. The only one who had the chance to tamper with it was you who was responsible for preparing the cash. There was white paper in the bag at the beginning, and you just put a layer of fire paper used by magicians on the top to print it to look like banknotes, right?"

"So there was something wrong with the bag of money... I thought so too. After all, the most risky place is there." The prisoner nodded, looking very open-minded.

"What a pity." Conan said sarcastically: "Being too greedy can easily lead to trouble, right?"

The prisoner said disdainfully, "Greedy? No, the two million was for the purchase of those bombs and other equipment. I borrowed money to buy those things, and I just want to get reimbursed for the expenses."

Conan: "..."

Martin clapped softly.

He is worthy of being an accountant. After committing a crime, he still wants the government to reimburse his crime fund. And from what he said, he doesn't ask for anything more after deducting his criminal expenses.

Martin: "Are you going to pay taxes on this money?"

Prisoner: “…”

Conan didn't understand: "You didn't do it for money, and now you're just watching the tourists leave. So why did you plant the bomb? And why did you kill Governor Oda?"

“Why…” The prisoner’s face darkened, but he soon raised his head again to expose himself to the moonlight. “Nothing. I just want to see you and the police mess up this World Expo. I want to turn it into a joke and let those hateful officials be dragged out under the sun to bask in the sun.”

Unfortunately, things did not go as he wished, and the subsequent development of events did not match his ideas.

Martin looked down at Conan with pride: "You see, in your version of the movie, the high-ranking official can only be the victim. And it turned out to be the accountant's counterattack before he was thrown into the tracks, right?"

When he heard the words "lying on the railway tracks", the prisoner's face darkened again.

Mascot Martin looked at the other party again: "No, there is a team leader above you. If anyone wants to lie on the railway tracks, it should be Qingshan the old thief. Oh, no, clearing the way? Qingsuan? Qingsan? Yes, the one called Qingsan will lie on the railway tracks first."

The prisoner clenched his fists and said, "Senior Qing San is a rare good man. He is righteous and fair to us. How can I watch him end up like my senior!"

"Your senior?" Conan vaguely understood.

"The accounting director who lay on the railway tracks during the Olympics was my senior. He took good care of me in school." The most fundamental motive was also revealed. The prisoner sighed and said, "Although he committed suicide, those ugly guys made public my senior's account book in order to shift the blame of their crimes to him... There is a code in it that only our department can understand. My senior told me everything he experienced in it, and I want to make those people pay the price."

"So you want to make the World Expo a disaster, a disaster as bad as it can be, to the point where one or two accountants die and there is no way to cover it up, and then there will be a major shake-up of the leadership." Mascot Martin concluded, then changed the tone: "But you are too wasteful. You use so many bombs to solve a problem that can be solved with just one bomb."

"I guess you're going to blow up the toilet." Conan complained and introduced the criminal: "This is the expert on 'the lock cannot be locked any further'."

"Hehe..." The prisoner sneered twice. I've been caught by you. What's the point of saying these things now?

"Blow up the toilets? That's too small." Mascot Martin shook his finger. "If you're going to blow something up, blow up the septic tanks. And it has to be on the day when they're almost full and the sewage trucks are about to be dispatched. When there are the most tourists, use the shock wave of the bomb to make the grains flow upstream and the feces rush forward. Let all 2,000 toilets in the venue become chocolate fountains."

"When the time comes, the wrath of the people will nail you to the stake along with the high-ranking officials you hate."

"Ji!(﹏)" Imagining that scene, Tujiji's face suddenly showed fear, and he hugged himself with his two front paws feeling insecure.

"Heh..." After hearing Martin's suggestion, the prisoner shook his head, probably thinking that he couldn't lower himself to such a thing. Conan suddenly felt that something was wrong. The prisoner neither resisted nor surrendered, nor did he do anything desperate... Not good!

"You set a time bomb!?"

Bang! The sound of the explosion replaced the hourly bell and answered Conan's question. On the big roof, 90 degrees away from here, the burning flames lit up between the dense scaffolding-like wooden structures.

Then came the second, third, and fourth explosions... Along this huge circular building, dense explosions and flames appeared again and again, like a string of huge firecrackers, extending in the opposite direction, and it seemed that it would reach their feet after turning three quarters of a circle.

"Just now I was wondering if you were ripped off by someone for spending two million on the bomb." Mascot Martin put his hands on the pergola to watch the fun: "Now it seems that you should have gotten a wholesale price discount."

On the circle with a circumference of two kilometers, there was an explosion every ten meters, and the total number of bombs exceeded one hundred.

Prisoner: I bought the raw materials and made it myself.

"How is this possible?" Conan was shocked: "Why are there so many bombs?"

Hundreds of bombs, but neither the detectives nor the police found any? Judging from the location of the fire, the bombs should have been hanging in the gaps between the wooden structures, in a very conspicuous position.

"I wrote 'fire alarm' on the shell of the bomb." Perhaps because Conan is a child, or perhaps because the conspiracy has been completed, the criminal explained calmly: "Such a large wooden building, no matter who it is, it won't be abrupt to see a fire alarm, right? And you dare not move around, for fear of triggering the alarm, right?"

Conan suddenly recalled the small black squares with fire alarm written on them that he had seen when he looked up under the big roof.

"You didn't expect that, nor did the famous detective Maori Kogoro, nor did the police... This building is not designed with any fire prevention measures!" The prisoner waved his hands, his face full of mockery: "I disguised myself as a worker and spent two months installing these bombs. During this time, everyone who saw it thought that these fire alarms were natural, but the people who really knew that there were no fire alarms here didn't even see them!"

Conan: ...Let him say that. It seems like those officials deserved to be dismissed for this.

However, the huge string of firecrackers had already burned more than half, and was about to explode at their feet. The area that had already been exploded was burning even more fiercely.

What should I do? Transform? But I have already transformed for a few seconds today. If I transform again, will the Death Aura overlap? And Martin will be holding up his phone to record the video, right? That's right, Martin.

Isn't the mascot that Martin turned into a water spirit? Can he find a way to put out the fire? Conan turned his head to look at Martin, but found that there was nothing around him, only two dotted boxes flashing.

Looking back, I found that the mascot, a rabbit, was running away happily, jumping and skipping as if it was playing a game.

Turning back, he saw the prisoner calmly watching the flames approaching him, and it seemed that he was planning to die together with him right here.

"Damn it!" Conan pulled the trigger of the anesthetic watch and knocked down the criminal, whose name he didn't know yet, unexpectedly. Then he went over to pick him up and took off the retractable straps on his body and tied them around him.

Hearing the sound of explosions getting closer and closer, Conan entered the life-and-death speed state and used his speed to the extreme. He tied up the prisoner with a retractable strap, hung the other end on the railing, and then quickly descended with the prisoner.

I'm afraid the bomb will explode next to them when they are one-third of the way to the ground, but falling to the ground from that height will not be fatal at least...

Boom! A strange sound came from above his head, and Conan suddenly felt weightless.

I looked up and saw: Shit, the railing was broken. Could this thing be any more shoddy?

But the good news is that if you look down, you can see the 'Water Plaza' on the inside of the big roof, which is generally speaking a big pool.

Splash! Splash! Conan and the criminal fell into the water one after the other.

Plop! The railing that fell down immediately after hit the prisoner under the traction of the telescopic strap. (End of this chapter)