The lock inside the cabinet is completely stuck for some reason and cannot be opened.
"Calm down." Conan took a deep breath and tried to block out the "click" and "click" sounds of the second hand. He adjusted his body in the narrow cabinet and reached out to touch his sneakers.
"Without football cushioning, you may get injured if you use strength-enhancing shoes directly... But now is not the time to worry about this detail!"
After 0.1 seconds of tangle, Conan felt that his life was still more important - the bomb above his head was about to detonate, and his legs hurt for a while, it was better than being blown up into a skewer at close range.
After assessing the situation, he turned on the switch with a solemn expression and kicked with all his strength!
"Clang!" There was a loud noise.
A fake primary school student screamed and hugged his feet.
——The foot-strength-enhancing shoes actually didn’t work. And without the addition of technology, he, a first-grade elementary school student, couldn’t shake the locker door at all.
The pain in his feet made Conan sigh blankly. After coming back to his senses, he stared at his shoes in disbelief: How could the locks on them malfunction at such a critical time?!
"...Is my luck really that bad?"
The saying that there is no unstoppable path for man seems to have become a joke at this moment.
Conan looked at the iron cabinet he was in, and listened to the bombs above his head. Suddenly, he felt like he had checked into the urn in advance. For a moment, thoughts of escape flashed through his mind, and then they were eliminated one by one.
Finally, Conan silently took out his cell phone and opened his mailbox.
...Now that things have come to this, let’s write a suicide note first.
He may die, but his experiences and clues tonight will remain, becoming a beacon for those who come after to eradicate the black organization!
With a bit of heroism and grief, Conan burst out with speed, typed a bunch of words, and pressed send.
The buffer icon rotated several times and finally turned into a small exclamation mark - the sending failed.
Conan belatedly looked at the signal grid in the upper right corner: "..."
I almost forgot! The underground signal is not good to begin with, and this locker is made of metal. Now it is surrounded by metal. He no longer even has the right to send a suicide note!!
"Gin..."
Thinking of the tall man in black with silver hair, Conan was filled with fear and a hint of anger on his face.
Kudo Shinichi "died" in the hands of gin and vodka. And now, Conan is about to make the same mistake again... What a funny and sad fate.
"I was still too anxious. As soon as I saw the clues of that organization, I pounced on them, completely forgetting to measure the danger of the other party.
"I should have known that people who dare to bomb Shinkansen at random will definitely not leave easily just because they haven't found anyone. My previous thoughts were too naive to deal with this kind of lunatic who bombs whenever he wants."
Looking back at his bold yet full of loopholes, Conan felt a little regretful. However, now that he was trapped in the cabinet and the bomb was about to explode close to him, it was already too late to regret.
We can only look forward.
But……
“There is such despair ahead.
"I don't know how much information will remain after this phone explodes." Conan lowered his head with a wry smile and looked at the dimly glowing screen:
"Should I take a gamble and send it on time, or should I leave some hidden and obscure death messages like those victims now, so that when Jiang Xia inspects the scene later, I can use this method to tell him the cause of my death?
"But if this happens, Jiang Xia will follow the same path as me..."
The oxygen in the cabinet was getting thinner and thinner, making Conan's spirit gradually become less and less, and his mind started to have random thoughts.
At this time, whether it was an illusion or not, he seemed to hear a familiar voice.
"Huh?" Conan was confused at first, then sighed, "I'm really going to die, and my mind is racing - I seem to hear Jiang Xia calling me."
"At this time, Jiang Xia should be sleeping soundly at home. Alas, I really don't know whether I should envy him..."
Click.
The lock turned and the cabinet door was opened from the outside.
A beam of light shines in, like a stairway to heaven that invites people to climb.
"Is this the scene after death? It turns out that those cartoons are real. Before death, people can really see the light of heaven..." Conan looked at the dazzling light, reason and instinct entangled in his mind, "No,
There are no gods or ghosts in the world. This should be because I have watched too many movies and TV shows and accumulated a lot of similar materials in my mind, so I would have corresponding hallucinations before I died."
"What hallucination before death?"
A hand stretched out from the light and lifted him out like a chicken.
The sudden rise into the sky and the cool air outside made Conan's head suddenly clear.
Conan looked up in shock and saw a face that was still mumbling: "Jiang Xia? Why are you here?!"
Jiang Xia nodded the flat glasses on the bridge of her nose: "Of course it's because Xiao Ai gave these to me - I heard these are spare glasses that can track your location."
As he spoke, he looked around: "You sneakily escaped with Itakura Taku's diary just to come to a place like this?"
"!" Conan suddenly came back to his senses and realized that the timing of the bomb was still going on. He started to flutter in panic, "Run, there is a bomb here! It's about to detonate!!"
"Bomb?" Jiang Xia put Conan on the ground, looking very interested in this sudden little accident, "Where is it? I happened to learn some bomb disposal skills."
"Tear it down, it's too late!" Conan lowered his head and glanced at his watch, and was shocked to find that there were only a few seconds left before the "five minutes" Gin said.
"It's too late...get down now!"
Conan fought hard.
However, the imagined scene of "throwing down his teammates and taking them to hide behind a nearby cabinet" did not appear. Conan just bumped into Jiang Xia's leg... and then bounced back smoothly.
When he got up dizzy, Jiang Xia seemed to have discovered something.
The famous detective looked towards one of the lockers, thought for a moment, and then reached out and opened the door.
"bell--!!"
A piercing bell rang, and the noise collided back and forth between the iron cabinet and the narrow storage room, making it deafening.
The sudden loud noise made Conan's scalp explode, and his whole body felt like a basin of ice water had been poured on him. It was as if he had seen the tragic scene where he and Jiang Xia were shattered to pieces.
However, the next moment, as Jiang Xia gently stretched out his hand, the noise that seemed to be drilling through someone else's skull suddenly disappeared, and the storage room returned to calm.
——No explosion, no death.
Nothing.
...It's like having a nightmare, and now I wake up from the dream and realize that nothing happened here.
...how is this possible?!
Conan raised his head incomprehensibly, and saw Jiang Xia retracting her hand from the locker, holding a... simple mechanical alarm clock with two steel ears on top of its head, and a metal pendulum sandwiched between the steel ears.