Why the Hell Didn't It Explode?!

"You look so nervous, just kidding."

Fujino glanced at the fist in front of him and chuckled softly.

Although the punch didn't do much damage to him right now.

But this shrew was just too big...

Of course, this refers to deterrence.

"..."

Sato Miwako loosened her fist, pouted, and felt that these words were all too familiar.

That's how she used to tease this guy back when they were on the court!

Damn it, now the boomerang has hit me!

Regarding the matter of being teased by a younger brother on one side.

The strong-willed Tough Woman Miss had always been proud and assertive, naturally refused to accept this.

Then, after a moment's thought, she smiled slightly and feigned surprise, "Oh, so you think I'm a beauty too?"

"Oh, what's wrong?"

Fujino was speechless for a moment, wondering what this shrew was up to. "I'm just telling the truth, otherwise why are so many police officers your suitors?"

"Actually, to be honest, I quite like you!"

Sato Miwako: "Thinking about it, a forbidden love between High School Detective and a criminal, not acknowledged by the world, and committing suicide together—it's quite romantic, isn't it?"

"Really? I recorded what you just said. I'll report you later."

Fujino silently pulled out his phone from his pocket, pretending to ponder, and said, "I don't mind if a serving detective is targeting a minor, but if this is reported to the Metropolitan Police Department..."

He opened his contacts, a slight smirk playing on his lips. "Officer Sato, you don't want to be fired from both your job and your job right now, do you?"

"Hey, you're actually taking this seriously?"

Sato Miwako was speechless for a moment. "Does that mean you're allowed to joke around but I'm not?"

"Oh, so you were just teasing me."

Fujino silently put his phone away, then suddenly realized, "You should have said so earlier! I almost called Superintendent Hakuba."

Sato Miwako: "..."

A phone call went to the Superintendent General of Police...

Is this what connections are?!

Those despicable privileged dogs!

Sato Miwako curled her lip, secretly thinking to herself that this kid was a real scoundrel.

Every time she tried to flirt with him, he would flirt with her in return, and then she would try to flirt back, only to be teased in return again, which made her even more resentful...

All I can say is that he's bad at the game but loves to play.

About half an hour later, the Explosives Disposal Team finally arrived.

The toolbox was lowered down the elevator shaft.

Fujino was speechless at the efficiency of this group.

Imagine encountering a bomb that's about to explode in just half an hour, without knowing how to defuse it.

He estimated that he would be blown up on the spot.

Therefore, the time traveler wants to survive in the Conan World.

Bomb disposal, hand-to-hand combat skills, flying planes, firearms, etc...

You need to master all kinds of technologies!

The tool kit sent by the Metropolitan Police Department contained a lot of tools.

Infrared night vision devices, bomb pliers, multimeters, etc...

After receiving the toolkit, Fujino began his slow bomb disposal operation.

Even if a bomb by the same author doesn't have a circuit diagram, it's still a bomb.

He's already disassembled it once, so disassembling it again will feel much easier.

Soon, the last ten minutes were up.

The timer, which was still ticking, suddenly flickered.

Immediately, the message appeared. "[I want to praise your courage, I commend you! Three seconds before the explosion, I will display a notification to tell you the location of another, even larger firework to celebrate the end of the game. Good luck..."]

"They've arrived as expected."

Sato Miwako examined the words on the sign, swallowed hard, and looked at Fujino, asking, "What should we do now? Should we continue?"

"Let's continue."

Fujino, wearing night vision goggles and holding pliers, said, "According to what we just discussed, Sato, record the instructions on your phone and send them out just in case."

"I see."

Sato Miwako nodded seriously and switched her phone to the messaging screen. "It all depends on you. Don't fail."

"Of course, I don't want to die with you, you shrew."

"Tsk, you can't forget about this shrew, can you? Can't you praise me a little?"

"How old are you? Do you still expect to be treated like a little girl?"

"If it weren't for the fact that you were defusing the bomb, I would have liked to punch you twice."

"See? That's what a shrew is like."

"Disarm your bomb!"

After a brief bickering, ten minutes quickly passed, and the timer reached its final three seconds.

The display gradually showed the message: [EVITCETED].

Conversely, it means DETECTIVE.

Teitan, when read backwards in Japanese, means detective.

At this point, the countdown also resets to zero.

Normally, the bomb would definitely have exploded.

But unfortunately, Fujino has an unfair advantage...

[Bomb Master's passive skill triggered!]

[The Desperate Genius has been triggered; 25 seconds remain.]

Hearing the system notification in his ear, Fujino reached out and cut off the remote control and power supply of the bomb, completely neutralizing the bomb in front of him.

[The bomb has been defused. The system has detected that the host has defused a bomb. The system rewards 100 points of Bomb Master Proficiency/Experience.]

Fujino listened silently to the system notification in his ear and immediately confirmed that the bomb had been defused.

Once it's been demolished, it's been demolished; the system's notification is correct.

All I can say is that this Dogecoin system won't award proficiency points if even one line is missing.

He placed the two wire cutters on the ground.

Fujino turned around and gave him an OK sign.

At the same time, he made a 'vague' gesture with his left hand.

Sato Miwako had already sent the text message.

Upon seeing Fujino's gesture, he immediately nodded in understanding.

"Sigh, it failed."

Fujino sighed, feigning disappointment. "As expected, I'm still afraid of dying... In my nervousness, I actually cut the wire."

"There's nothing we can do about it."

Sato Miwako naturally understood Fujino's meaning and gently comforted him, "The explosion is still a while away. Let's think of another way. There must be one."

"Um..."

The two on this side are putting on a spectacular acting show.

And in front of the television, not far from Tokyo Tower.

A gaunt man in a trench coat and glasses listened to the conversation coming through his earpiece and gave a mocking laugh, "They're all cowards after all!"

"Hmph, one by one, they're all cowardly cowards who're just trying to save their own lives."

With a cold snort, the man turned and got into the car, heading straight for Teitan High School.

And this man was none other than the Bomb Maker who planned this bombing.

He was also the murderer who killed Matsuda Jinpei and Hagiwara Kenji.

Three hours later, on the overpass not far from Teitan High School.

"The cleaning is finally over... Sigh, Fujino Senior n't even come to school. I feel like the distance Senior is getting further and further apart."

"I heard from Teacher Hiratsuka that his Senior has another case to handle, it must be something very important... But speaking of which, there are so many cars coming and going today."

"They're probably moving the ping-pong tables to the sports warehouse. It seems like the Tokyo Table Tennis Tournament is being held at our school. Honestly, they didn't even move those annoying oil drums when they were tidying up."

"Heh, still haven't found it in the end?"

The Bomb Maker, wearing a trench coat and holding binoculars, gazed at the two girls talking through a bugging device not far away. He sneered, "Even if we find them now, it's useless. There are only five seconds left, and it will all be over!"

As he spoke, he raised his wrist to look at his watch and started the countdown. "5...4...3... Bang!"

However, the expected explosion did not occur, and the Teitan area not far away remained calm.

"Why didn't it explode?!"

"Damn it, is it malfunctioning?!"

"Damn it, that's awful!"

The Bomb Maker took out his phone and started tapping on it repeatedly.

However, after pressing the button for a long time, the expected explosion still did not occur.

Finally, in a fit of rage, he slammed his phone on the ground. "Blow it up! Damn it, why didn't you blow it up!"