On the viewing platform.
With the last five minutes left until noon, Conan couldn't get out. The chains that locked Conan are very common chains on the market, but they are impossible to break without other tools. With this chain as double assurance, it seems that the prisoner was not worried from the beginning that they would disarm the time bomb.
Wait, it's not completely impossible.
Xin Haikong suddenly remembered something, he touched his waist, where he placed the hidden black handgun he took with him when he left the Metropolitan Police Department. The bullets fired by a handgun at close range are enough to break the chain. He has played a few times in the club before shooting. Although his skills are limited, it should be possible to hit the chain once at such a short distance.
The only thing that needs to be considered is that the huge sound of firearms will make the prisoner under the tower alert.
He needed an opportunity, an opportunity that he had prepared long ago so that his plans would not be discovered.
"Conan-kun", Xin Haikong looked at the little detective.
"I have a solution. As we just said, when I call three, two, one, after I finish calling one, run towards the hall."
"But this chain.."
"Please unfold the chain and put it on the ground." Xin Haikong pulled out the handgun around his waist and raised it towards Conan.
"Trust me, Conan-kun, the time you need to act is three-two-one, zero time."
*Jingle-Jingle—*
The phone rang suddenly. But the ringtone didn't come from the phone in his hand, but—
"Officer Xin Hai, I just remembered that the prisoner seemed to have put something under the chairs in the first row of the hall when he left."
Xin Haikong followed the sound to find it, and it was a vibrating mobile phone.
It seemed that the prisoner was anxious when he noticed that he had not set foot on the viewing platform for a long time.
"It turned out that the dignified Tokyo Metropolitan Police Department Police Officer Xin Haikong is such a greedy person who fears death." After the phone was connected, the prisoner crawled along the phone line to provoke him.
It's a pity that the law of aggressiveness didn't work for him. But this phone call, there are more places and advantages to using.
Xin Haikong glanced at the time displayed on the mobile phone, then looked back at the electronic clock in the center of the hall to confirm it again, there are still four minutes left.
"I want to know who you are. No matter what wrongs I have done, it is not worth solving in such an extreme way. Stop it before there are any real casualties."
"Stop joking!" The person on the other end of the phone fluctuated a little. "Three years ago, when my brother was lying in the cold morgue, you were being commended, promoted, and raised. This is the price you should pay!"
Is it a life case? Will my future self still kill after returning to the past? Impossible, although he does not understand the future self, as long as it is himself, how can it be possible to kill.
"I'm sorry." Xin Haikong didn't know what to say to calm the prisoner's anger.
"Don't be so pretentious anymore. The dignified police officer didn't even dare to step on the glass plate to rescue the hostage. This is the police, this is the hypocritical police hahaha!"
YOU ARE READING
How Real Wine Became the Light of the Metropolitan Police Department
FanficA Detective Conan Fanfiction Xin Haikong, an ordinary social animal, unfortunately died suddenly after staying up late again, but was sent to the world of Detective Conan by the system, became a bottle of real wine in the winery, and played a game c...
