This evening, the sun's shadow was slanting westward.
There were not many pedestrians or vehicles on the road. A postal service truck drove smoothly to the post office and finally stopped at the door of the post office.
Two men dressed as postmen got out of the car and walked closely to the closed door of the post office, one behind the other.
The lights in the duty room next to the gate were still on, and the staff on duty quickly spotted the two postmen approaching.
He straightened up, opened the window, and looked at the colleague walking in front: "Tsumi, what's wrong with you? If you finish collecting the mail, you should go around to the back."
"Ah, no..." Tsutsumi's face was covered with sweat, trying to hide his panic, "Because there are a lot of strange emails mixed in."
"I want to show everyone right away. Can you please open the door?"
When the officer on duty heard his explanation, he didn't ask any questions. He stood up and walked to the door: "Oh, I understand. I'll open it right away."
Opening the door, he watched two postmen walk into the post office hall and asked casually: "What is the strange mail you are talking about?"
The postman walking behind saw the door of the post office open, with a sinister smile on his face. He stretched out his hand and pushed, and Tsutsumi, who was walking in front of him, was pushed down by him. He had jumped and hit the clerk on duty.
on the body.
When they looked up again, they saw three other robbers filing in, and four pistols pointed at their heads.
"That's what I have in my hand! Mr. Postman."
The gunman raised the corner of his mouth and shouted at the employees in the post office who were looking at the door: "Quick! All the guys inside come to the front! Put your hands up!"
"We are post office thieves!"
"Hurry up and take out the money!" He said sadly, "On a day like today, you should have prepared a lot of cash..."
"I see, that's why you chose to take action during the Tokyo Spirits parade. It turns out that there will be fewer staff during the holidays..."
A man with two moustache raised his hands, looked at them and said.
"You used faxes and bombs to pretend to be the gangster from three years ago, hoping to attract the attention of the police, confuse them, and make them focus on the parade... In this way, you can rely on the money you robbed.
The mail truck came to rob the post office."
Another fat middle-aged man with white hair also said.
"Hey! What are you talking about! Come to the front!" The gangster looked at them and shouted sharply.
"Yes, everyone, move quickly..." the white-haired middle-aged man said towards the hall.
The gangsters were horrified to see that one after another staff stood up from behind the desk in the blind spot and walked out.
Soon, the four gangsters were surrounded by twenty or thirty staff members.
"What, what's going on?" The leader of the gangster suddenly panicked, "Why are there so many people on Sunday..."
"Although we are all civil servants, we are different from the post office which has fixed holidays..."
In the crowd, a short-haired woman took off her wig and showed her police officer ID.
"Our police are working 24 hours a day, all year round!"
As soon as Sato Miwako finished speaking, twenty or thirty pistols were pulled out by the police as if by magic, and pointed at the four weak gangsters.
When the gangsters saw that their plot had been discovered and that if they made the slightest move, they would be shot into pieces, they dropped their guns dejectedly and performed French military salutes one after another.
…
That night.
The members of the Young Detective Team and Officer Yumi Miyamoto hid in the dark, peeking at Sato and Takagi who were plowing the road.
After seeing Officer Sato say to Takagi, "I think we can cancel this date, I've been cursed anyway," Officer Takagi held her hand and responded, "That's right, I
I'm not a good match for you." This group of secretly observing people were filled with resentment that iron cannot become steel.
"Useless guy..." Yumi said through gritted teeth.
Several other people nodded heavily, feeling that this sentence could completely sum up their mood.
Correspondingly, a group of male police officers who were secretly in love with Sato Miwako and were peeping on him all breathed a sigh of relief.
Suddenly, as if Conan remembered something, he pulled Haiyuan Ai aside and asked Gao Sheng:
"Hey, Haiyuan, do you know what letter that person wants to send?"
He still couldn't forget the letter Yuan Huaiyu wanted to send. What if it was a letter related to the organization? He was worried that there were no clues about the black organization!
"I don't know either. He only told me that it was a very important letter."
Hui Yuan Ai frowned slightly.
Yuan Huaiyu hid the letter very well. After the matter was resolved, he handed it directly to the post office and asked them to expedite delivery.
"Damn it... the post office will deliver the letter tonight. We have no chance of getting access to that letter..."
Conan scratched his head irritably.
If possible, he would naturally want to secretly take out the letter and read its contents.
But Yuanhuaiyu really valued this letter and did not give Conan any chance.
…
Yuan Huaiyu was sitting on a recliner, with a glass of Coke with ice on the table beside him.
He had his eyes closed and his breathing was steady, as if he was asleep.
Only the tapping of his fingers showed that he was not yet asleep.
Yuan Huaiyu knew that the gang of postal robbers pretending to be the bomber three years ago was just a trivial prelude, and the real highlight was yet to come.
That's a crazy guy who holds Tokyo's 12 million residents hostage.
It was precisely because of this guy that two of the five members of the police academy died directly because of him.
Yuan Huaiyu picked up the Coke cup and drank the happy sparkling water inside.
"This damn world of Ke Xue..."
He was actually involved in the two bombings seven years ago and four years ago, the two tragedies that resulted in the death of Kenji Hagiwara and Jinpei Matsuda, and wanted to save these two regrettable policemen.
But under the influence of Ke Xueshi's will, he failed twice in succession. He could only watch helplessly as the two of them were engulfed by the air waves and flames of the explosion.
This also made him realize that it was almost impossible to change the key historical direction of Conan before he became small, and how lucky he was to be able to save the Miyano couple.
He believed that if the Miyano couple had been placed in the country instead of sent abroad, various natural and man-made disasters would have followed and "correction" would have been made to this period of history.
"But... this time, can you still keep that damn guy..."