Daily Spy Life in the Detective Conan World

Chapter 850 The Devil Yor
"What's wrong?" Joel asked.

"The explosive device on the dome seems to have been installed a long time ago; Vermouth may have started making preparations more than ten days ago."

"This guy isn't completely brainless."

The explosive device on the dome was definitely prepared before he came to the Domoto Music Academy. Vermouth probably guessed it was the Domoto Music Academy, and even the Domoto Concert Hall, as soon as she learned that he was going to propose.

This was something he hadn't expected.

If that's the case, her method of evacuation must be quite ingenious.

For example, through the rooftop.

The rooftop is open and offers a good view, making it easy to escape whether by helicopter or steel cable.

Xia Chuan did not expect to leave in Vermouth's way, because if he could think of it, Vermouth could too, and she certainly wouldn't give him the chance.

"Could Vermouth and the others have already left? Logically speaking, it's impossible to leave from the first floor. The walls and glass on the second floor are as hard as those on the third floor, and there were no additional explosion sounds, so it seems they can only stay on the third floor or..." Kaito looked up at the ceiling.

"That's certainly possible. I remember there was a staircase on the third floor leading to the roof, but it was sealed off. However, the ventilation ducts should be working properly."

Kaito provided Natsukawa with inspiration, and based on the layout of the ventilation ducts on the third floor in his mind, he found the final convergence point of the ventilation ducts.

The ceiling on the third floor was in disarray from the aftershocks of the explosion, and the vent was clearly visible.

The inlet is large, with a large gap that is just big enough for an adult to pass through.

Kaito reached out and touched the gap: "It's still warm. It just melted recently. There's a Baileys logo next to it. Should we chase after it?"

Xia Chuan frowned and shook his head. It would take a lot of time for more than forty people to crawl through this pipe to the rooftop, and they didn't have that much time.

It seems Vermouth has given up on her plan to kill him in the concert hall.

"Be careful later. Even if they don't kill us in the concert hall, it will probably be very dangerous after we escape from the concert hall."

"I know." Kaito nodded and complained, "I shouldn't have brought Aoko. It's all because she loves to have fun and insisted on coming along."

"Really? I thought it was you who boasted that you could attend Domoto Kazuki's organ concert in advance, which piqued Aoko's interest."

Kaito's face darkened, and he unconsciously touched his clothes.

They suspected that Xia Chuan had planted a listening device on him.

The black smoke from the fire was not very noticeable at night, especially since the Domoto Music Academy was located in a suburban area with even fewer people.

However, the several explosions still drew the school's attention.

After all, earthquakes don't happen this way. As seasoned earthquake professionals, they immediately located the source of the disturbance.

Among the countless floating balloons, there is one place where the light directly illuminates half the sky—the Domoto Concert Hall.

Realizing that the dean might still be rehearsing in the concert hall, and to ensure they wouldn't lose their jobs, the teachers who discovered the situation spontaneously took out their phones or grabbed the landline to contact the police.

However, the telephone lines had long been cut, and the signal base stations within the school had been directly converted into jammers, making it impossible to contact the outside world.

The Nagano Prefecture trio, whom Yuri had been eyeing for a long time, had the idea of ​​providing support and took action immediately. However, they were intercepted halfway and a battle broke out near the stadium, with both sides fighting fiercely.

The firefight was quite loud, but since this was a music academy, the gymnasium was practically just for show. Occasionally, only couples would come here to exercise in pairs or groups, so it went unnoticed.

As the firefight dragged on and casualties occurred, the police force led by the Nagano Prefecture trio gained the upper hand.

But through the trees, one could vaguely see the concert hall engulfed in flames on all sides.

The fire on the first floor was so intense that even the special glass could not withstand the heat and shattered. A large amount of oxygen poured in, and the flames spread even faster, filling the entire first floor in almost an instant.

If there are still people on the second floor, they will see a lot of white smoke rising from the ground, the kind that would cook an egg instantly if it fell on it.

Yamato Kansuke saw it all clearly and was extremely anxious, wishing he could pull out a box of grenades and send the black-clad organization members in front of him to their deaths.

Unfortunately, he didn't.

“We don’t have much time left. The situation at the concert hall is unknown, and there are definitely members of the Black Organization surrounding it. If we don’t break through this current line of defense, when we get there, we’ll probably only see a bunch of unrecognizable black-clad people.”

Yamato Kansuke turned to look at Morofushi Takaaki. This guy wasn't firing his gun, just sitting there with his chin held high, deep in thought. Ten minutes had passed and there was still no result. He might as well kill a few more men in black; they might have already broken through the defenses by now.

"It's only a matter of time before we get rid of these people, and the forces Mr. Kuroda has arranged are on their way, so it's not a big problem."

"What were you thinking just now?!"

"I couldn't see their numbers clearly before, but I can now." Zhu Fu Gaoming glanced around and roughly calculated the number of his own men who could still fight.

"I'll take a group of people and go around from the side. You can go over after you've dealt with these people."

Without explaining, Morofushi Takami called Uehara Yui, who was working hard to achieve results and whose gun was already smoking, and left.

Yamato Kansuke spat, inwardly complaining that the other party's two eyes couldn't see as clearly as his own one eye. If they wanted to know the number of people, they could have just asked him.

"Speed ​​up and get all this debris out!"

After the group was reorganized, Kuroda Hyōe sent in a large number of trusted local police officers. They received Kuroda Hyōe's orders and were fully at Yamato Kansuke's command, so they fought with extraordinary ferocity.

For this reason, Yuri was temporarily unable to trust his police teammates, so he concealed the fact that Natsukawa had proposed to him.

Of course, part of the reason was Xia Chuan's idea, because Xia Chuan was unsure whether there were any winery moles within the public security bureau.

Vermouth certainly didn't have a mole within the Public Security Bureau, but it's possible that Karasuma Renya and Gin did.

The leader of the group outside the distillery commanded his teammates to fight back desperately. They thought that resisting the police reinforcements would be an easy task, but it turned out that these police officers were not only more difficult to deal with than those they had encountered before, but there were also a few troublemakers among them.

Fortunately, two of them seemed to have taken people away, so with the number of people halved, they could hold out for a little longer.

As for where the other half of the people who left go, that's none of his business. They should focus on surviving first before worrying about punishment. It's not like it was Gin's doing.

The hot wind is blowing fiercely on the rooftop.

Two dark figures stood backlit at the edge of the rooftop.

They are Vermouth and Baileys.

From a high vantage point, one could clearly see the layout of the outer members. Although one dared not use one's eyes to observe the location of Xia Chuan and the others, it was still possible to sneak up and listen for their voices.

At this point, that's their situation.

The two stood quietly above Xia Chuan and the others, listening intently to their conversation.

"Boss, they seem to be planning to escape using the tracks in the stands. Should we..."

Baileys hesitated, as if she wanted to say something but then stopped.

"Let me think about it," Vermouth said with a stern face.

Very excited.

If they could prevent Xia Chuan and the others from leaving via the tracks, once the flames spread, there would be no chance of survival.

But what about Conan and Ran?
I, as the leader, seem to be in a bit of a dilemma.

Just as Natsukawa said, she has very strange feelings for Conan and Ran.

Why would the cold-blooded Vermouth be so interested in two minors? Including asking her to investigate them before. It seems there might be some untold story between Vermouth and these two.

Baileys has a gossip in her eyes, but she hides it deeply.

Vermouth was unaware that her younger sister's attitude towards her had subtly changed. After struggling with her thoughts for a long time, she finally decided to give up on taking action.

"never mind."

The original plan was to wait until the first floor was completely engulfed in flames and the second floor was no longer safe, so that Conan would find the small note he had placed in his pocket, which said that he could get a hang glider from the rooftop to leave.

The current situation is that Natsukawa and Kaito have just discovered the ventilation duct, which is the only way up.

It seems that in order to prevent the two of them from going back to the third floor and disturbing them, they have blocked the ventilation ducts.

If she prevents Natsukawa and the others from establishing an escape route, Conan and Ran will also die, which is not the outcome she wants to see.

The hatred she felt for Natsukawa and Yoru was still less intense than her distorted feelings for Conan and Ran.

"Then what do we do?"

Vermouth pondered for a long time, "Let's see how things go. The orbit might not be successful, and even if it is, there's Curaçao below."

"However, Curaçao is indeed a bit slow. Letting her command the troops is not as good as letting her charge into battle. I guess she will have to go down and help later."

Regardless, this is a rare opportunity. The bomb is the main event, but it's not the only trump card. If necessary, we can give Xia Chuan a super big gift later!
Uh... you have the nerve to talk about others like that?

For giving up a perfect opportunity to kill Natsukawa for Conan and Ran, you really have no right to criticize others.

Baileys could only whisper Vermouth's name in her heart, because she herself did not want Natsukawa to die.

It's just that seeing the other person propose to Joel makes me feel a little uncomfortable.

However, if she hadn't seen this scene, she wouldn't have been so resolute in shooting Kaito.

"Everyone, stay hidden and don't show your faces."

Their thoughts were interrupted by a shout.

At Yuri's command, everyone scrambled to their distance.

With a deafening roar, the plastic bomb exploded in front of the specially made glass on the third floor, instantly bursting into dazzling flames and billowing smoke.

The powerful impact was like an angry elephant charging at full force. Even the specially made glass was no match for it, turning into countless fragments that flew in all directions, with a sharp cracking sound that was deafening.

Glass shards flew like a dense barrage of projectiles, carrying smoke and creating a layer of shimmering, cold-eyed "crystal fragments" on the ground, announcing the "victory" of the explosion.

Everyone watched this scene with lingering fear, feeling both worried and excited.

"So, can we leave now?"

Domoto Genya asked excitedly.

So much happened in that short hour. His once-proud hairstyle was now even more curly from the burn, and he was afraid that if he stayed any longer he would turn into a BBQ.

They could already feel the heat of the floor beneath their feet; it was clear that the second floor was also on fire. If things didn't improve, they would truly have no choice but to wait for death.

"It exploded."

Xia Chuan replied calmly.

The pressure that the specially made glass can withstand has been calculated, so the plastic bomb uses the same amount of material, just enough to shatter the glass without affecting the overall stability of the building.

However, since it was an explosion after all, the aftershocks accelerated the damage to some beams and columns, cracks spread, and the ground was both hot and shaking severely.

"Leave it to me next!"

Joel stood at the end of the metal track, with more than a dozen people lined up in front of him, each holding onto a section of the track. The track stretched out for more than ten meters, swaying like jelly.

"Ah!"

Joel let out a deep breath, took a few meters for a run-up, jumped high into the air, and kicked the ends of the two metal tracks with his feet.

With a "whoosh," the metal track shot out, piercing through the thick smoke, and a few seconds later it was stuck diagonally at the edge of the lake, with the extra few meters just enough to penetrate the mud layer beneath the lake.

This kick opened up a way out for everyone!
In an instant, there was hope for survival.

"Aunt Joel is so amazing!!"

Anya looked at Yoel with admiration. Even Kamen Rider would have a hard time kicking something that was tens of meters long.

The others also looked at Joel with expressions as if he were a devil.

Those staff members who were unfamiliar with Joel were even more panicked.

They had initially thought Xia Chuan and Yo Er were a perfect match, but now they looked at Xia Chuan with pity.

That gaze seemed to say, "With such a terrifying fiancée, the future is unimaginable."

Xia Chuan observes his nose with his eyes, and his heart with his nose.

It's a bit harsh on the eyes.

But I chose my wife myself, and I don't regret it.

Wiping away the sweat that had trickled down his cheeks, he squeezed Joel's hand tightly to show his sincerity.

"What's wrong?" Joel, oblivious to the expressions on their faces, looked at him with a puzzled expression.

"It's nothing." Xia Chuan waved his hand and looked down at the man in black who was already approaching the metal track.

"Damn it, they might have discovered our plan. Going down rashly could turn us into a hornet's nest." Sato Miwako's face was extremely grim as she frantically gazed into the distance, hoping to see the red and blue neon lights at that moment.

Unfortunately, the police were all blocked outside, and the police had probably only just received the news at this point.

"It seems we have no choice but to go down first!"

Sato Miwako glanced at Yuri. Among the group, she was a police officer, and Yuri was a public security officer. The two of them had to protect the lives of the others.

"I'm a police officer too, I want to help!"

Yumi Miyamoto's eyes were filled with the orange-red light of the fire, and her fear was obvious, but she still stepped forward.

"You're just a traffic cop, forget about it!" Yuri muttered.

"You bastard, don't think you can talk to Yumi like that just because you're a police officer! If you look down on traffic cops, I'll write down your license plate and charge you every day."

Miyamoto Yumi and Yuri knew each other, and she was about to grab the other's ear.

"I also need to go!"

Joel stepped forward and said firmly, "The reason everyone is in such dire straits is because of me, and I am also a police officer, with a duty to protect everyone's safety!"

"Yor, you are..." How could Sato Miwako possibly agree? Today is the day Yor is the protagonist, and sending the protagonist to his death is out of the question.

She's different.
Takagi, don't blame me.

I really am an unlucky woman.
(End of this chapter)