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Yoshida Ayumi laughed smugly, raising her gaze to look at Gaosen Justin: "Gaosen Justin, ten years ago, your most beloved and only relative, your mother, was murdered in your apartment because she refused to give up her seat, which aroused jealousy and led to her being followed and killed."

Justin, the seemingly simple-minded man, stiffened and clenched his fists.

"And you..."

Ayumi Yoshida looked at the blue-haired female celebrity: "Futaba Nanao, thirteen years ago, you met Kogoro Mouri because of a case, and as a result, your relationship with your boyfriend was recognized by the agency."

It seems like such a sweet and beautiful future, your heart must be filled with happiness and anticipation, right?

How does it feel to have your favorite man found dead at home less than a year later?

Was that moment like falling into hell?

The reason was that it disturbed the neighbors, hahaha.

Your boyfriend wasn't home at the time; the commotion was caused by a thief ransacking the place.

The thief turned out to be Mr. Oda, who lived across the hall from your boyfriend and provided crucial evidence.

Ah, how dramatic! How theatrical! It's practically a perfect stage play, like an indictment of the cruel twists of fate. A film adaptation would definitely win awards, wouldn't it?

Futaba Nanao lowered her head and didn't speak, but everyone could feel the despair and resentment emanating from her.

Yoshida Ayumi turned her head: "I almost forgot about you, my dear rival Ito Megumi. How does it feel to have your beloved brother, whom you depended on for life, die so dramatically and ridiculously?"

"After all, he was the head of the theater troupe; his death certainly suited him."

Ayumi Yoshida's voice was full of sarcasm, but to everyone it sounded so shrill and sorrowful.

The rival in love was jokingly said, "What could a primary school student who was only a few years old back then know?"

But their trust in Conan is unwavering, therefore... that's truly hell!

"We're not that different..."

She composed herself and said calmly, "They're just vengeful ghosts who crawled out of hell."

No one refuted.

Even Kiri Sakagawa, a member of the Public Security Bureau, is the same.

(Satoshi Kawaguchi, from the 14th Detective Conan movie, "The Lost Ship in the Sky")

Image: "Satoshi Kawaguchi", Location: "Images/1760419521-100451303-113968694.jpg"

Although Ayumi Yoshida didn't mention it, or perhaps she didn't know.

But like everyone else present, everything he had, his life, was for revenge against the monster that had taken away Toyama and Kazuha.

Fifteen years ago, after Hattori Heiji died during an investigation, Toyama Kazuha disregarded his advice and made a bomb, attempting to blow up the Mori Detective Agency, which had become a den of monsters, and kill that monster and its minions.

But the ending was predictable.

Just like the FGO game that caused a global upheaval, ghost stories are also powers beyond human control.

The little boy, who should have vanished into thin air, appeared right in front of her.

Even the cause and effect of the past were reasonably altered, and the "three" from the Mori Detective Agency on that day became a group traveling in Hokkaido.

With lifeless eyes, Toyama Kazuha was suddenly forced to kneel down in anguish, confessing his crimes as if he were a puppet.

He eventually became one of the prisoners taken away by "Inspector Megure" and was never seen again.

He was more rational and understood that one person's power was limited and that he had to rely on the authorities.

But obviously...

He looked around at the people who had just been his colleagues.

That's what everyone thinks now.

He chose the Japanese Public Security Bureau, while the others chose the FBI, CIA, and MI6.

Therefore.....

"Calm down. We share the same goal, so we can actually cooperate, can't we?"

Amuro Tooru tried to fool him.

But clearly, the people present are no longer the children who were in the same class as Conan more than ten, twenty, or thirty years ago.

Everyone stared intently at the others.

Having reached their current level, they no longer represent just themselves.

Each person represents a faction, and there is no possibility of compromise before an agreement is reached and signed at the highest levels.

This is the price of leveraging organizational power.

"You guys don't think I'm joking, do you?"

Upon seeing this, Ayumi Yoshida raised an eyebrow and, to everyone's surprise, pressed the remote control.

Boom.

The entire mobile city, weighing hundreds of thousands of tons, suddenly shuddered. In the blazing firelight, countless steel pieces, wood chips, and debris were sprayed out from the distant bow cockpit.

A fiery mushroom cloud rose seven or eight stories high, and an invisible shockwave swept across, causing facilities within dozens of meters to creak under the strain.

What followed was a deafening roar that left people's minds blank.

Several traitors from the distillery turned around in disbelief.

"Yes, I don't trust anyone anymore. I never expected you to actually plant the bombs as I said. The bombs I mentioned were all planted by myself, one by one. Hahahaha."

Yoshida Ayumi laughed wildly, pointing at people around her like a madwoman: "Here, here, and here and here..."

She spread her arms wide and laughed, "I've planted bombs on every node, bigger and more powerful than the last one, wow~, wanna try them?"

madman!

That phrase popped into everyone's mind.

But thinking about it, it makes sense. Originally, not only did she have parents, but also grandparents, uncles, and brothers, all of whom doted on this little girl.

Then one after another died, and each death was so dramatic.

They treated her life like a toy, and in the end, the culprit was the person she trusted most. It would be strange if she didn't go crazy.

so.......

Everyone present felt a chill run down their spines.

This madman might really do something awful and blow up the whole ship, taking everyone with him to the underworld.

After all, going to the underworld is like reuniting with one's family.

They were all concentrated on the deck, surrounded by bombs; none of them would survive.

Obviously.

Compared to Ayumi Yoshida, the other Avengers still had quite a few people they cared about, and their expressions shifted between anger and uncertainty as they hesitated.

Seeing this, Ayumi Yoshida reached out her hand: "Throw the box over here."

Everyone looked at Gosen Justin.

The second Tequila Gosen Justin hesitated, truly afraid that this crazy woman would perish together with him, but also afraid of being unwilling to give up.

"I'll count to three, then I'll detonate the second bomb."

Ayumi Yoshida smiled maliciously: "Friendly reminder, the bomb is behind the water tank next to you..."

woc.

Everyone on deck was terrified and, ignoring the armed groups around them, fled for their lives as far away from the bomb as possible.

"Hey blue-haired one, run faster—!"

Eriri had only taken two steps when she saw Toyokawa Shoko clutching her right leg, looking distressed.

After hesitating for a moment, I turned back and helped the person up. As soon as I applied force, I realized that my hand felt light.

Looking up, I saw it was a plump woman in black stockings.

"You bastard, do you even have a conscience?"

Kasumigaoka Utaha rolled her eyes and whispered to the blue-haired twin-tailed girl, "Let's go!"

"Thank you!"

With a single, forceful push, Toyokawa Shoko used one hand to support Kasumigaoka Utaha and the other two, and their legs to desperately escape as if playing a game.

But this speed is clearly not enough.

"one......"

It was like the voice of death itself.

Amuro Tooru, who was defusing the bomb over there, was also sweating profusely with anxiety.

Time was too tight. No matter how good the technique is, it's impossible to dismantle it in ten seconds at most.

Finally, he steeled himself, took a deep breath, and recalled the breathing techniques he had learned from martial artists through countless deaths.

His still-strong and well-maintained body slowly sank...

Like a spring compressed to its limit, he then jerked his body and his toes sank into the floor.

"Open it for me!"

He exerted so much force that his knuckles cracked, and veins bulged on Amuro Toru's face. With each breath, an explosive force surged up, integrating with his waist muscles, and through his spine, it also unified his back muscles into a massive force, which explosively pushed into his arms.

"Squeak—!"

The walls groaned under the strain.

at last.

As stone chips flew out, he suddenly felt a lightness in his hand, and he actually managed to pry the bomb off its steel fixings.

It's clear that Ayumi Yoshida wasn't taking it very seriously either.

"two...."

The voice of death is ever-present.

"Step aside--!"

Almost simultaneously, Amuro Tooru, taking advantage of the sudden inertia, threw the bomb, weighing several tens of kilograms, out with all his might.

Like a cannonball being launched, it flew a full fifty or sixty meters beyond the cruise ship before plunging into the sea with a splash...

"three...."

Almost simultaneously, Ayumi Yoshida, with a look of madness and relief, glanced coldly at the group of people and suddenly pressed the detonation button.

At that moment, Amuro Tooru, who felt completely drained, was incredibly grateful.

Although the purpose was to conduct an investigation, fortunately he risked his life to pass the teaching test at the time.

Otherwise, everyone on the ship would be dead now.

Vaguely.

People seemed to hear a beautiful, ethereal, clear, and pure girl's voice, as pure as that of a newborn baby, not far outside the ship.

"Eh, what is this... ah...~~.."

They felt the cruise ship shudder slightly.

A faint light appeared in the deep, dark sea ahead, growing brighter and brighter, more and more intense...

Finally, the seawater within a radius of 100 meters suddenly bulged upwards, getting higher and higher, and the light in the center became stronger and stronger.

Volume 1: Chapter 74 The White Dragon with the Abyss Eye: Who threw the firecracker? Step forward!