Two hours later, Heiji and his group returned to the apartment from the police station. In the meantime, the insurance company had returned the cars; only the tires were flat, no major damage.
Inside the apartment, the girls sat quietly on the sofa. Today's events caught them off guard.
Explosion!
This dangerous word had only been felt on TV before. Today, it actually happened right before their eyes.
Heiji leaned against the wall, arms crossed, thinking.
[The Black Organization members in the US shouldn't be too widely distributed; concentrating in a certain place is most likely. It seems those two people are the clue.]
Soon, the news station broadcasted the incident live.
From the TV, the taxi stand was charred black, traces of the explosion everywhere, and thick smoke billowing out.
Even through the screen, Kazuha and the other two girls still had lingering fears.
"Hello~"
"Gin, mission failed."
"Tell me the process."
Then, the two blond men in black told the story exactly as it happened.
"Understood. Don't appear for these few days."
Listening to the busy tone on the phone, the two blond men in black shrugged casually.
After the disturbance during the day, everyone's spirits were low.
Heiji lay on the bed, Kazuha and Sonoko on either side, hugging him tightly, sleeping soundly.
At such a time, there was naturally no mood for that kind of thing.
Vermouth's room!
Gin's voice sounded in the earphone.
"Did you want to kill me too?"
Vermouth's voice carried a thick coldness.
"Is that all you ask?"
Gin's voice was very indifferent.
"You almost blew me up today."
There was a fire in Vermouth's heart, a monstrous fury.
"You wouldn't die. Today was just a test. Clearly, Heiji Hattori is definitely not an ordinary detective. From all his reactions, this is an extremely strong counter-reconnaissance skill, and that crisis awareness is definitely not something an ordinary person can have."
Vermouth's heart moved: "You mean, an ordinary person wouldn't expect a bomb attack?"
"Exactly. His action of saving that woman was an advance prediction. This kind of crisis awareness is only developed by living amidst slaughter for years."
"Could a high school detective be a killer?" Vermouth asked, frowning.
"So, your mission is to continue investigating him. I suspect his identity isn't that simple."
Listening to the busy tone on the phone, a coldness rose in Vermouth's heart.
"Gin, we're not done with this."
Early morning.
Heiji opened his eyes, carefully getting out of bed from between Kazuha and Sonoko.
"Heiji, morning."
Yukiko was sitting on the sofa early in the morning, holding a glass of red wine.
"You're up so early?" Heiji asked strangely.
"After something like that happened, I couldn't sleep well," Yukiko said quietly.
Heiji shrugged: "Are you using the car today? Lend it to me."
"The keys are on the table."
Yukiko hugged her legs, slowly tasting the red wine.
"Tell Kazuha and the others I won't be back for dinner today."
Heiji took the keys and went out.
This time the System didn't set a time limit, but he wouldn't stay in New York for too long, so it had to be resolved quickly.
The silver Jaguar E-type sped along the highway. Heiji held the steering wheel with one hand, propping his chin with the other, quietly looking ahead.
Soon, Heiji drove the car to the site of yesterday's explosion.
"One, two, three, four, five."
The car stopped.
"This section of the road has a total of five cameras that can see all the parking lots of New York Central Park."
The Jaguar started again.
New York Department of Transportation!
A person wearing a police uniform and sunglasses walked into the bureau swaggering.
"Smith, where did you go fooling around today?"
"Our big star Smith is back."
"Went fooling around with that female star again last night."
Tygan Smith was a popular figure in the New York DOT. With his handsome face, rumors about him and some female models and stars spread from time to time, and he liked wearing sunglasses very much.
"Supermodel Kate Upton asked me out for dinner tonight, but the BOSS gave me another task. No choice, gotta finish the task quickly so I can play."
Smith's voice was very showy, carrying a thick pretentious air.
"Supermodel Kate Upton? That's a great beauty. Smith, is your luck in?"
"I bet he's definitely pretending."
Smith ignored the discussion behind him and went directly to the traffic monitoring room.
"Smith, you actually came here? Did Jesus resurrect?"
The officer on duty was instantly surprised to see Smith.
"James, cut the crap. Pull up yesterday's video of Central Park. The BOSS gave me a strict order; if I don't finish the task, I can't play either."
Smith's tone was full of helplessness.
"So that's how it is, ready in a jiffy."
Clearly, although Smith was showy, his popularity was quite good. In a short while, the recording was pulled up.
Smith personally fast-forwarded and zoomed, his eyes under the sunglasses scrutinizing the recording like hawk eyes.
"Smith, why do you keep observing these two men in black? Are they related to this explosion case?" James asked strangely.
"Very related. But why, with so many cameras, did none capture the taxi stand area?" Smith was very dissatisfied.
"Stop complaining. You know how it is, taxpayers' money is used elsewhere."
"Forget it, I'm done watching."
Smith turned and left, looking angry.
"Hey, I said you wouldn't last long."
James's laughter came from behind.
"Smith, no clues?"
"Smith, want me to help you?"
Along the way, another round of teasing.
"You guys work slowly, tonight is just me and Upton, a world for two."
Smith walked out of the DOT looking showy.
Got in the car, started the engine, leaving a trail of dust.
The car stopped at an abandoned building. Smith got out of the car, took off the wig, took off the sunglasses, and then took off the police uniform...
It was actually Heiji in disguise!
Heiji leaned quietly against the car: Judging from the surveillance cameras, those two guys are still here in New York, but where are the others?
Thought for a moment, no clue.
[Looks like I can only lure the snake out of the hole.]
Engine started, the silver Jaguar avoided all cameras, leaving a trail of dust.
In a corner of the building, the real Smith was blindfolded, naked, tied up inside, shivering.
Japan!
Mi Haibara's crisp voice rang out.
"It's me."
Hearing this voice, Mi Haibara's spirit shook, a joy rising in her heart: "Mm."
"Come to the US immediately with this identity. After arriving in New York, call this number again at the entrance of Central Park."
After speaking, the phone hung up.
Before Mi Haibara could react, the phone suddenly vibrated, and a message came with only a string of numbers.
Her heart moved, and a joy surged in her beautiful eyes.
"Is this your mobile number?"
"Then can I call your mobile in the future?"
Mi Haibara looked at the phone nervously and expectantly.
After a long interval!
She couldn't help but sigh gently: He refused.
Suddenly, the phone vibrated.
Just one word, but it made her extremely satisfied.
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