Guns and Coffee in the World of Science

Chapter 185 The prisoner committed suicide

"Okay, I know!"

A man in a cheap suit, looking like a typical office worker, answered the phone while bowing slightly, his gesture revealing his usual humility.

"I'll send you the information soon! Please wait."

There was weariness in his tone, but his pace did not slow down at all.

After hanging up the phone, he hurried towards an old apartment building, his briefcase swaying in his movements.

He looked like a typical office worker, rushing home to continue working overtime.

The office worker was walking so fast that he almost bumped into a man walking down the stairs.

He quickly bowed his head and apologized, his tone sincere: "I'm sorry, I'm sorry!"

The man waved his hand, seemingly unconcerned, and casually asked, "Hirata-kun, why are you in such a hurry today?"

The man called Hirata forced a wry smile and waved his briefcase, his tone filled with helplessness: "Let's not talk about company matters for now. I'm in a hurry."

After saying that, he waved his hand and continued running upstairs.

The man watched Hirata disappear quickly on the stairs, shook his head, a sympathetic smile appeared on the corner of his mouth, and then continued to walk down and disappeared into the dark corridor.

The apartment building gradually became quiet, with only Hirata's hurried footsteps echoing, making him seem particularly lonely.

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Hirata returned home and casually tugged at his tie. The humble expression on his face instantly disappeared, replaced by indifference and irritability.

He closed the door and went into the bedroom.

The room is simply furnished, with almost no extra decorations except basic furniture.

However, unlike the bedrooms of ordinary office workers, there was a person tied up in the center of the room.

He was a thin man wearing glasses, his eyes full of fear.

His mouth was sealed with tape, and he could only groan. He struggled desperately as he watched Hirata walk through the door, pleading in his eyes.

Hirata glanced at him indifferently, as if the kidnapping scene in front of him had nothing to do with him.

He muttered, "Really... you bastard really caused such a big mess and put me in such trouble."

After saying that, he squatted down and dragged out an iron box from under the bed, which contained several cold iron sticks.

He took out two, weighed them in his hand, and then found a chair at random and sat down opposite the man with glasses.

Hirata swiftly tore off the tape on the man with glasses' mouth.

"Go ahead."

His tone was eerily calm, but his eyes were as cold as a knife. "There's another bomb. Where did you hide it?"

The man with glasses shook his head desperately, his lips trembling, as if he wanted to argue, but facing Hirata's cold gaze, his words were stuck in his throat and he couldn't make a sound.

Hirata tapped the skewer lightly on the table twice. The sound was crisp and rhythmic, as if it invisibly increased the pressure on the man with glasses.

"Don't make me repeat it a second time." Hirata's voice was low, but it carried an unquestionable deterrent force.

The man with glasses took a deep breath and finally spoke: "In... in..." His voice trembled and his eyes were closed tightly, as if he was in extreme despair.

I don’t know if it was because of fear or something else, but the man with glasses couldn’t say the rest of the words for a long time.

Hirata frowned, a hint of impatience flashing in his eyes.

"What a hassle." He muttered under his breath.

As he spoke, he suddenly covered the man's mouth with his hands, and without hesitation, he stabbed an iron stick into his knee with his other hand.

The sharp pain that pierced into his bones made the man with glasses open his eyes wide, and a suppressed whimper came out of his throat.

His body was shaking violently and he almost fell off the chair, but his bound limbs made it impossible for him to break free.

Hirata remained unmoved as he watched the man with glasses react coldly.

He waited quietly until the other person's breathing became a little steady, then he slowly lowered his hand that was covering his mouth.

"Do you remember now?" His voice was low and cold, as if the torture just now did not exist.

The man with glasses was as pale as paper, with large drops of cold sweat dripping down his forehead.

He took a few trembling breaths and finally spoke in a trembling voice: "Teitan High School! The last bomb is... over there!"

"Really... couldn't you have said it earlier?" Hirata smiled faintly, his tone as relaxed as if he was chatting about family matters.

He stood up, took out his cell phone from his pocket and dialed a number.

"I found it. It's at Teitan High School."

After saying that, he hung up the phone and turned to look at the man with glasses who was almost unconscious from the pain, without a trace of pity in his eyes.

He raised his foot and gently kicked the other person's chair, with a faint sneer still hanging on the corner of his mouth.

"You're such a bother."

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"Really? That was hard work! Just take him out and then hand him over to the police."

After Chen Shuo hung up the phone, his expression finally relaxed a little.

Someone from the Continental Hotel just called him and reported that when they arrived at Teitan High School, the police had already successfully dismantled the bomb.

Conan must have deduced the key information and found the bomb before him.

Chen Shuo leaned back on the sofa and breathed a long sigh of relief.

When he just heard that the last bomb had been dropped at Teitan High School, the murderous aura emanating from his body even made Haibara Ai, who was standing beside him, feel terrified.

"Fortunately... things haven't reached the worst point." His voice was low, with lingering anger in his tone.

Haibara Ai was standing next to him, folding her arms and gently touching her own arms.

Even though several minutes had passed, Chen Shuo's murderous aura still frightened her.

"Really... I've already told you the bomb has been defused, and you're still so excited."

She grumbled softly, but her tone contained no blame, more understanding.

Chen Shuo lowered his head and looked at Huibara Ai in front of him, a hint of apology flashed in his eyes.

He reached out, gently picked her up, and ruffled her hair.

"I'm sorry, I got a little emotional." His voice was soft and apologetic.

"Humph!"

Haibara Ai snorted lightly, but didn't say much.

She leaned obediently in Chen Shuo's arms, resting her head on his chest, comforting him silently.

"Edogawa-san, you were the one who defused the bomb, right?"

On the TV screen, the reporter handed the microphone to Conan and asked expectantly.

Conan nodded, his expression innocent and slightly shy: "Yeah! But that's because those police officers told me exactly what to do. So I dismantled the bomb in no time."

There was a childish innocence in his tone.

Ai Huihara looked at Conan, who was pretending to be young, on TV and couldn't help but sneered: "Haha, if I didn't know the situation, I really thought he was just a smart elementary school student."

Chen Shuo leaned on the sofa, holding a cup of coffee in his hand, with a faint smile on his lips.

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Although the last bomb was successfully found, the endless stream of police cars on the street showed no sign of stopping. After all, the bomber has not been found yet.

Conan looked at Sato and Takagi who were excited and almost stuck together.

He looked at the excited police officers who were determined to bring the bomber to justice and smiled helplessly, "Alas... if that guy hadn't planted the bomb at Teitan High School, you might have been able to find him alive. Now... he's probably dead."

Sure enough, late at night, the police received an anonymous call and found the bomber who had died miserably in a remote alley.

He was nailed to the wall with six iron spikes and died with his eyes open.

Sato's pupils suddenly shrank when she arrived at the scene! When she saw the bomber nailed to the wall like some kind of religious ritual, she inexplicably felt a sense of pleasure in her heart!

Officer Megure, standing nearby, lowered his head and held his hat, trying to hide his smirk. A forensic officer approached and whispered, "The method is quite bold. The Metropolitan Police Department has a record of killers using similar methods."

"Hmm... so the murderer must be a professional killer?"

"That should be it."

"Alright, if that's the case, let's pack up! If the other party is a professional killer, this matter has already gone beyond a normal criminal case. I will report it to Chief Inspector Matsumoto!"

"Yes!!"

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"So... the bomber was assassinated by a professional killer?"

Matsumoto Kiyonaga quietly looked through Inspector Megure's report, his tone calm and somewhat thoughtful.

A drop of cold sweat broke out on Officer Megure's forehead, and he answered respectfully, "Yes, there aren't many professional killers who use a completely inconvenient weapon like a rod to kill people.

Besides, there's only one person on record who likes to arrange them in a hexagram. I think it must be him."

Superintendent Matsumoto shook his head, closed the report, and looked out the window sharply. "I'm not worried about the professional killer. I'm wondering if it's his accomplices? Or perhaps there are other bombers?"

Upon hearing this, Megure quickly waved his hand and tried to maintain a calm tone, saying, "That shouldn't be the case, because there were only two people in the case seven years ago. So, your concerns should not be justified!"

"Hmm..." Matsumoto pondered for a moment, then stood up and straightened his police uniform. "Then let's do this. We'll close the case by saying the criminal committed suicide to avoid being caught, seeing he was being rounded up by the police."

"Uh..." Megure hesitated for a moment, as if he wanted to say something, but seeing the impatience in Matsumoto's eyes, he quickly scratched his head: "Um..."

"What? Is there anything else?"

"Hey! No more!" Megure quickly stood at attention and saluted, then turned around and quickly walked out of the office.

Matsumoto Kiyonaga walked to the window and looked down at the brightly lit Metropolitan Police Plaza below. His eyes flickered slightly, as if he was thinking about something.

"Killer? Continental Hotel..." He whispered to himself, with a hint of complicated emotions in his tone.

His thoughts drifted back to three years ago, when his most beloved subordinate, Jinpei Matsuda, died.

Matsuda's superb bomb disposal skills are the pride of the entire Metropolitan Police Department, but because of the malice and cruelty of the bombers, he will remain at the explosion scene forever.

"Matsuda... He is also one of my favorite men! It's a pity that I am a policeman and cannot break the law..." Matsumoto clenched his fists slightly, then released them.

"I really have to thank that killer..." Matsumoto smiled slightly, a cold light flashing in his eyes: "Well, I'll repay you a favor. I won't pursue this matter..."

After saying that, he turned back to his desk and opened the unprocessed documents again, as if the emotions just now had never existed.