There were ten seconds until the bomb exploded.
If nothing was done... in ten seconds, everyone here would die.
Conan anxiously crouched down, twisted on the switch of his Enhanced Foot Strength Shoes, gritted his teeth, and threw himself at the briefcase, intending to kick it out the window.
"..." Gin had said the bomb would be detonated by a "violent shock." That might also include "being kicked," or "hitting the window"... but there was no time left now. He could only take the gamble.
However, the kick Conan bet his life on hit nothing but air.
—A figure in black passed through the corridor. As she went by the briefcase, she bent down slightly and, as if nothing were out of the ordinary, picked up the bag and walked off.
That string of movements was far too natural, far too elegant, and carried such perfect confidence that the onlookers subconsciously made way for her.
After standing there in a daze for two seconds, the crew members finally sensed something was wrong.
They still didn't know the briefcase really would explode, and hurried after Miss Anonymous, this passing little thief. "Wait! Please put down someone else's bag!"
By now, Miss Anonymous had already reached the train door.
She ignored the people chasing after her, holding the bomb in one hand while raising the other and activating the Emergency Valve Device with a click.
Then she pulled the train door open with force.
As the train raced at high speed, fierce wind came roaring in, blowing the puppet's long black dress wildly in every direction.
Fortunately, as a criminal who had robbed a bank, Miyano Akemi loved beauty but had not forgotten practicality. This dress of hers had some extra design features added: no matter how the hem flew, it