So Where Did This Thing Come From?

What are you looking at?

The fat robber, who had just hung up the phone, noticed that Fujino was staring at him.

"What underhanded tricks could I possibly pull?"

Fujino looked at the fat robber speechlessly, his tone slightly mocking. "The gun is in your hands, no need to be so nervous, is there?"

The fat robber frowned, glanced at the gun in his hand, and realized that made sense.

Then, he threatened, using both soft and hard tactics, "Let me tell you the truth, we don't want to hurt anyone this time. Don't try anything funny. Once the police release our boss, I guarantee you won't get a single hair on your head."

You want to blow everyone to the sky without harming a single hair, right?

If I hadn't already known you had hidden a bomb in the car, I probably would have believed your lies today.

Fujino glanced at the fat robber and mentally scoffed.

"Hand over your phones right now..."

The tall, thin robbers in the back were confiscating everyone's cell phones.

He fixed his gaze on Shuichi Akai, who was sitting in the middle of the back row, and felt that the other man's eyes were a bit sinister.

But then he remembered that he was the robber, and then, mustering his courage, he said menacingly, "That's right, I'm talking to you. Hand over your phone now!"

"Ahem... I don't have a cell phone."

Shuichi Akai calm expression, indicating that he did not have a cell phone.

After all, strictly speaking, he was on a mission, and taking his phone on a mission was simply courting death.

Do you think I'm stupid?

The tall, thin robber clearly didn't believe him.

What era are we living in? We still don't have cell phones.

He pressed the gun to Shuichi Akai's head. "Stand up and take out what's in your pocket."

Shuichi Akai was clearly annoyed by the robbers' incessant chatter.

As an FBI member who has lived in free America for a long time, he is particularly sensitive to things like having a gun to his head.

At the same time, the other party's insistence on getting the communicator was somewhat unexpected.

My instinct was to take him down...

But considering that he was currently on a mission, he could only helplessly pull out his pocket and pull out a 'black lump'.

And you still say you don't have a cell phone?!

Do you really think he is stupid?

The skinny robber stared at the Xiao Hei dot with the screen and suddenly felt a surge of annoyance.

He frowned, displeased, and said, "Didn't you say you didn't have a cell phone? What's this?"

Shuichi Akai calmly replied, "A voice recorder..."

"Is it really a voice recorder?"

He clearly did not believe Shuichi Akai's statement.

"It's just a voice recorder."

Shuichi Akai immediately offered a fabricated reason. "I'm a bit forgetful, so I use a voice recorder to record my schedule... I can show you if you don't believe me."

"Fine, even a voice recorder won't do!"

The skinny robber was still a little embarrassed about his misunderstanding. After putting away the 'recording pen', he turned to the old man next to him who was wearing an earphone. "Old man, what's that in your ear?"

"This is a hearing aid..."

The old man was clearly frightened by the recording pen incident. He stammered, "My hearing has been bad since I was young, and I've always worn hearing aids. These things are very expensive, and they can break if you accidentally bump into them. Look, there's no Mike; it's not a communicator..."

"Tsk."

The skinny robber clicked his tongue, deciding not to do anything further that would embarrass him, and turned to the fat woman beside him, "Fatty, you're really too noisy!"

"What's it to you..."

The fat woman clearly showed no fear of the robbers, chewing her gum loudly, "What kind of manners do you have? Haven't you ever chewed gum before? You can't possibly stay silent... I advise you to stop now, you'll get caught sooner or later anyway, you might as well run away now..."

"Bang!"

Before the fat woman could finish speaking, the robber fired a shot at her.

The bullet didn't hit the fat woman; it just grazed her shoulder and pierced the back of the seat next to her.

But she was clearly quite frightened. "I understand, I'll throw it up right now!"

"Hmph, it would have been better if you had just listened to me earlier."

The robber sneered, took the fat woman's phone, and then turned around and shouted at the crowd, "You guys are probably well aware of your situation. As long as you don't make any trouble, we'll be fine. But if you dare to do anything suspicious, watch out, bullets don't have eyes!"

Jodie had been silently observing the two robbers.

She also looked away when she saw the robber who had just threatened Shuichi Akai walking over.

However, at the same time, she pretended to be nonchalant and changed the position of her crossed white Jiro, stretching her small feet, which were clad in ankle boots, slightly out into the aisle.

"Bang!"

The skinny robber unconsciously bumped into her outstretched foot, then lost his balance and fell face-first to the ground.

However, instinctively, he still gripped the gun tightly, preventing it from slipping from his hand.

Jodie frowned slightly, feeling disappointed that her plan had failed.

Conan, Shuichi Akai, and the others also felt somewhat disappointed.

This startled everyone and also attracted the attention of the fat robber in front. "Are you alright?"

The skinny robber didn't reply, but instead pushed himself up from the ground, turned around, and glared fiercely at Jodie: "You despicable bitch..."

Jodie, on the other hand, had her head down, her glasses gleaming with a ghostly white light, as if she were possessed by the Shinigami Elementary School Student.

"Jodie ..."

Vermouth, sitting next to her, couldn't help but offer a reminder.

At this moment, she seemed to have just woken up, raising her head to look at the robber with a pitiful and innocent expression.

She stood up, boldly grabbed the man's gun, and kept leaning forward, trying to distract him. She apologized repeatedly in a mix of English and Japanese, saying, "Oh! My god... I didn't even notice..."

The skinny robber couldn't help but break out in a cold sweat at Jodie's reckless behavior.

He quickly pushed her away and said fiercely, "Next time, watch your step and come back to sit down with me right now!"

"I must say, he's actually quite convincing..."

Fujino stood in front of the bus, watching silently.

He clearly saw that Jodie moved the safety deposit box while getting close to the robber to distract him.

FBI women are still quite terrifying.

To some extent.

That way, we should have some free time to get started.

Fujino turned his gaze to the two large bombs that the two robbers had placed in their ski bags.

However, besides the guns, there are still some threats.

In his memory, there were not only these two people who robbed the bus, but also a third accomplice.

The third person held the remote control to detonate the entire bus.

The countdown timer on the remote control should be one minute.

One minute is clearly not enough time to defuse the bomb; with his hand speed honed over years of being single, defusing it would be a piece of cake.

But the main problem is that he doesn't know the bomb's specific structure.

If it's a particularly complicated structure, it would probably take at least two minutes, let alone one.

This is a physical limitation.

If we accidentally trigger the other side's detonator, we're all doomed if we don't run away.

"What are you doing, you brat?!"

Just as Fujino was pondering, the robber suddenly used the butt of his gun to smash Conan's big head hard, knocking him to the ground.

As a result, the pendant phone that Conan had just been trying to use to call the police also fell to the ground.

"You brat, you're actually playing with high-tech stuff!"

The skinny robber picked up the earring and phone from the ground, glanced at them, and then pointed the gun at Conan's head. "You weren't just trying to contact the police, were you?"

Conan's pupils dilated, and he sat there bewildered, unsure of what to say.

I was completely dumbfounded.

"Snort."

The robber sneered, "If I find you doing anything strange again, next time it won't be as simple as just beating you up... I guarantee you'll never forget it."

After saying that, he turned and walked towards the front of the bus.

He has no immediate intention of killing the child; if he were to kill the hostage, the police would not stand idly by.

Killing one is the same as killing two; the same applies to deaths from terrorism. In the end, we'll just have to bow to each other and that'll be the end of it.

What he needs to do now is buy time for Prisoner to be released, then make a quick escape and blow everyone up...

Pulling himself out of his thoughts, he took a deep breath, took out his earring phone, and examined it curiously.

He never imagined that technology would develop so quickly, with voice recorders becoming as common as cell phones, and cell phones becoming as common as pendants.

These earrings are actually cell phones? That's just too outrageous.

If he hadn't been reminded, he probably wouldn't have noticed.

"Technology is getting more and more advanced these days..."

With a sigh in his heart, he put the earring in his pocket, intending to take it back and study it carefully.

"This isn't Ke Xue's style at all..."

Conan scratched his head, looking somewhat puzzled that he had been discovered.

He took out his pendant phone to call the police just as the other person turned around.

But before he could even press the button, he was discovered.

"Conan, are you alright?"

Ayumi this moment, Ayumi leaned down and immediately examined the wound on Conan's head caused by the butt of a gun.

"I'm fine now..."

Conan replied absentmindedly, then began to rack his brains.

Normally, he wouldn't be discovered doing such underhanded things.

That guy even noticed it when his back was turned...

Did they grow eyes on the back of their backs?

This is obviously impossible.

"Could it be?!"

Suddenly, as if he had thought of something, he turned his eyes to the people behind him, a cold white light flashing in his glasses. "There's a mole..."

"So you've finally found it?"

Fujino shifted his gaze slightly, glancing out of the corner of his eye at the plump woman in the last row.

The watch-like thing on the fat woman's wrist should be the bomb's controller.

Once we get that thing under control, everything else will be much easier...

As he pondered, Fujino closed his eyes slightly and began searching for a way to escape his current situation.

It's unrealistic for him to take down three people single-handedly. After all, two fists can't fight four hands. Even if he's fast, he can't become a 2077v Zhentian, equipped with a thousand substitutes, or a military-grade cheat to play with time stop.

"Looks like I'll have to trouble Xiao Hei again..."

Fujino opened his eyes and thought of Xiao Hei.

In the current situation, using Xiao Hei is arguably the most suitable option.

So that he wouldn't be too flamboyant in front of those rice flower gods, and could take all the credit for subduing the thugs by himself.

As for Beika Batman...

Let them fight amongst themselves; they'll never figure out what that thing is, no matter how hard they try.

Furthermore, Beika Batman, along with High School Detective and helpful passengers, subdues the criminals on the bus.

That makes perfect sense, doesn't it?

Fujino, however, thought it made perfect sense.

With a thought, the shadow beneath his feet began to move in a strange way, as if it were liquid.

The pitch-black liquid seemed to have a viscous quality, flowing out of the car door, then climbing to the roof and transforming into a human shape...

"This is Sato."

Inside the red Mazda following the bus, Sato Miwako drove with one hand, reporting the real-time situation over the walkie-talkie while glancing at the roof of the bus, "The bus is heading towards Takaido at about 50 km/h. There seems to be a white figure on the roof of the bus... Takagi, can you confirm what that is?"

"This is Takagi at point E. I see the hijacked bus."

Upstairs not far away, Takagi, holding a pair of binoculars, watched the bus pass by and reported the situation, "There are two criminals in total, wearing ski suits, ski goggles and hats, so we can't see their faces clearly, and they seem to be carrying guns... As for the white figure, there is indeed a white figure on the bus?!"

On the other end of the walkie-talkie was the bus company. The atmosphere in the company's dispatch center was lively, with employees constantly making phone calls, whether reporting to higher-ups or the media, it was unclear.

Meanwhile, Juzo Megure was standing in front of the receiver at the dispatch station.

"A white shadow?"

Upon hearing Takagi's report, Megure was clearly surprised.

When he mentioned Bai Ying, he couldn't help but think of that elusive bat that had caused him countless overtime hours and was eventually executed overnight by his superiors.

"Takagi, are you sure about the identity of that white figure?"

"That's strange, I can't seem to see the face clearly, let me take a closer look..."

Takagi turned the binoculars back towards the bus and squinted hard. "I can see it clearly now! That white figure looks like Beika Batman."

"Did that guy get involved too?"

Juzo Megure couldn't help but sigh, "How come this guy always manages to find the criminals before us... Does he plan to make a move now?"

"Not yet, he's been wearing it on the roof for a while now."

Takagi reported truthfully, "Inspector Megure, what should we do now?"

"Takagi, you stay there for now. Judging from the bus route, they're planning to take a detour. We should be able to see them again in a while."

After a moment of seriousness, Megure gave the order, "Don't worry about Beika Batman for now. That guy is, after all, a weirdo who only targets criminals. He probably won't pose a threat to the passengers' lives."

"Yes!"

Just as Takagi gave a reply, Shiratori Ninzaburo walked up from behind and whispered in Megure's ear, "Inspector Megure, the higher-ups have just made a decision... to prioritize the safety of Fujino- kun and the passengers, so Shima Kunio, who is currently in jail, will be released if we are unable to handle him during our operation."

"Damn it... Is this all we can do now?"

Juzo Megure gritted his teeth. "If we act rashly, they might go too far and kill us..."

"Moreover, one of them is an explosives expert. If there were a bomb, everyone on the bus would die."

At this moment, Shiratori also seemed somewhat worried. "That Beika Batman also got involved. If he doesn't know there might be a bomb in the car and acts rashly, then it could be dangerous."

"Now we can only try to find out about this."

Juzo Megure broke out in a cold sweat, picked up the walkie-talkie, and ordered Sato Miwako, "Sato, find a way to prevent that guy from making any rash moves. It would be best to make contact with him and work with us to rescue the passengers on the bus."

He put down the walkie-talkie, feeling somewhat powerless. He could only hope that the all-knowing Beika Batman knew there might be a bomb in the car and could quickly subdue the two men.

Although it was strange, he had a strange feeling that the other person was capable of doing it.

Even if the other party is a murderer who takes the law into his own hands.

The main reason is that they don't have any other options right now.

This feeling of powerlessness was indeed making him feel somewhat uncomfortable.

Meanwhile, Sato had also received the order, was not having an easy time either.

She's driving right now, how can I get in touch with her?

Even with a police officer's ID, writing with one hand while driving isn't easy...

Just as Sato Miwako was feeling distressed, a crumpled piece of paper suddenly hit her car window.

Fortunately, she's Old Driver and drives very steadily. If it were an ordinary person, they would have been terrified.

She looked up, wanting to see where the crumpled paper had come from.

Then, a white-robed figure wearing a bat mask took out a whiteboard from inside the robe behind him and began writing or drawing something.

Sato Miwako: "..."

Is this meant to convey a message?

It seems so...

So where did this thing come from?