They also realized the fact that just now, this mysterious client had killed a very famous detective in such an understatement.
Detective Long in the picture was ultimately killed in the explosion because he failed to satisfy his client.
They still use the same ID that they have on their hands.
"That's C4 explosive." The client's figure reappeared in the center of the screen, "In other words, I installed a so-called plastic bomb in the ID, which is the ID of the Fantasy Park you are wearing now."
"Then Motegi and Gunda that Aaron just mentioned..." Mouri Kogoro gritted his teeth and stared at the client.
Speaking of these two surnames and the identity of the detective, two names appeared in the minds of Kogoro Mouri and Conan at the same time.
Haruka Motegi and Ikumi Gunada.
Both of them are very good detectives, and Maori and Conan have also had the experience of working with them on cases.
The client's tone seemed to be mentioning two insignificant people: "That's right. Those two people who are famous in the world and known as famous detectives are actually idiots who wasted my precious time..."
"The time I give you is only until ten o'clock tonight. Please find out the truth of a certain case before then. If there is no way to solve the case in time, the IDs in your hands will also explode, and then you will accompany Detective Long to hell.
Already..."
"What?!" Although he was mentally prepared to a certain extent, when he heard the other party's personal confirmation, Mouri Kogoro was still shocked and stretched out his hand to twist the ID in his hand.
"I advise you not to mess around." The client's voice sounded again, "Because that ID is not easy to remove. If you act rashly, the explosives inside will explode immediately."
"You guy..." Mouri Kogoro felt that all the veins in his body were filled with anger.
But he couldn't have an attack - this guy was hiding somewhere, and he was controlled by others. When had he, the great detective Mouri Kogoro, been so frustrated?
"Wait... Lan!" Conan, who was next to Uncle Maori, suddenly thought of a more terrifying possibility.
Hearing his daughter's name suddenly, Mouri Kogoro didn't have the time to think about why Conan was called that. He looked at the screen with sweat already oozing out from his face.
"By the way, where are Xiaolan and the others?! Where are the IDs they are wearing?!"
The client smiled slightly: "The IDs the children wear on their hands are almost exactly the same as the ones you wear...the IDs they wear on their hands also have a special function added."
A map appeared on the screen, which looked like an overview of the Fantasy Park. Several bright spots appeared on the edge of the park, and these bright spots were quickly connected with glowing lines.
"This is a map of Fantasy Park. I have set up several sensors around Fantasy Park. As soon as their IDs enter Fantasy Park, the sensors will detect it and activate the detonation device. When they want to leave Fantasy Park
, when it passes through the sensor again, it will detonate at the same time."
The client added calmly: "Because it would be troublesome to keep an eye on them one by one, so I did it."
"hateful!"
As soon as Conan heard this, he jumped up from his chair, stepped directly on the expensive-looking table, jumped to the floor-to-ceiling window, ran out of the window and looked at the Fantasy Park through the balcony railing.
door.
Now he just hopes that Xiaolan and the other three little ones will slow down and not enter the fantasy park.
Otherwise, they will be immediately shrouded in the cloud of explosion, and at the same time they will be held hostage to threaten themselves and Uncle Maori.
It's a pity that Haiyuan is not here, otherwise Haiyuan must be the best contact person.
Now... Conan took out his detective badge and started a call.
"What's wrong, Conan?"
Mitsuhiko's voice came from the detective badge, and he seemed a little excited.
"By the way, when will you come down? We..."
"Don't talk about that yet!" Conan growled anxiously, "Don't enter the Fantasy Park, and don't let them in!"
"That being said..." Mitsuhiko hesitated, "But we have already come in?"
He looked in the direction of the entrance. Mao Lilan swiped the ID on her left wrist on the machine at the entrance. After a beep, the staff at the entrance immediately looked at her.
"Hello, are you a VIP?"
Mao Lilan was stunned: "Huh? Why do you say that?"
"Because the ID you are wearing can only be issued to special VIPs! I wish you have a good time today!"
The staff had professional smiles on their faces.
Xiaolan looked at the ID on her wrist, then raised her head and said politely to the staff: "Thank you!"
"What happened?" Mitsuhiko looked confused. He didn't know why Conan stopped them from entering the fantasy park.
"I'll talk to you later... No, no need, have fun." Conan stopped mid-sentence.
After all, Mitsuhiko is just a primary school student. If the truth is really told to him, it is hard to say whether he can keep calm and prevent others from finding out.
And now, there happen to be two people who did not participate in this commission due to other reasons...
Yuan Huaiyu and Huiyuan Ai are much more reliable than Sanxiaoyang.
Moreover, this crisis is likely to rely on the wisdom of Yuan Huaiyu. Although Conan is still very uneasy, he has finally calmed down.
He decided to listen to the contents of the commission first, and then immediately get in touch with Yuan Huaiyu.
He walked into the banquet hall, and Mouri Kogoro looked at him nervously: "Where are Xiaolan and the others?"
Conan shook his head.
"Damn it..." Mouri Kogoro almost broke his teeth.
"As long as the case is solved before ten o'clock in the evening and the real murderer is found, I will pay you whatever reward you want. However, if there is no way to solve the case in time, I will detonate those IDs."
Mouri Kogoro stepped forward with a ferocious expression and picked up the secretary with squinting eyes by the collar: "Listen to me and take me to find that person right away!"
"This is impossible." The secretary had obviously anticipated this situation and said calmly, "because even I don't know where he is."
"What did you say?!"
The client's voice came: "Mr. Maori, all your actions are under my surveillance. I installed a navigation system in that ID. Even if you want to call the police, it is useless."
He didn't seem to have the patience to argue with Uncle Maori anymore, and continued to talk to himself: