The famous criminal in the world of Conan

Chapter 530 Don’t let your conscience harm you!

While Bai Masong was daydreaming, the LCD screen of the bomb in the elevator lit up.

"I have to say, Officer Baima, you are very courageous to come here alone."

A line of text appeared on the display screen. It was obvious that this was the first direct conversation between the bomber and Bai Masong.

The words "Officer Bai Ma" were clearly written in the text, indicating that the bomber was indeed connected to the display screen here through another mobile phone and had the ability to control it at any time.

Bai Masong was very glad that when he made the decision, he did not choose to cut the lines connecting to the LCD screen and the telephone.

Although I thought so in my heart, I couldn't show such thoughts on my face.

Of course, this situation was commonplace for Bai Masong. He spoke slowly, without a trace of emotion in his voice, which was very calm.

"you flatter me."

The calm voice echoed in this enclosed space. He knew that the bomber must have been staying close to the bug at this moment, not missing any movement of Baimasong.

Sure enough, a few minutes later, the LCD screen lit up again with a line of words:

"I really have to commend you for your fearless spirit, but I must remind you that there will be a grand fireworks display at the end, and you will hear my prompt in the last three seconds."

This time, the text that appeared on the screen was very long.

This long paragraph of text also reflects the criminal's inner excitement.

He no longer wanted to discuss so much with Bai Masong, nor did he want to think about why Bai Masong came up alone, and why Bai Masong was so calm when facing him, the bomber who forced the police to death.

These are not things he needs to think about!

The bomber now has only one thought in his mind -

Let’s get started!

Let this grand show begin quickly!

Bai Masong is just a famous name, and those who have been paying attention to police reports during this period of time naturally know him.

And it is because of knowing Bai Masong's identity and his considerable reputation in recent times that the bomber became even more excited.

Just think about it, a rising star of the Metropolitan Police Department went to the Tokyo Tower alone to dismantle the bomb that threatened 1200 million people in Tokyo, preserving the iconic building of Tokyo and saving the safety of tourists near the Tokyo Tower. What an inspiring and legendary story.

But what if the rising star of the Metropolitan Police Department ignored another, more threatening bomb in his effort to defuse this one, leading to more deaths?

A rising star in the police force, the hero of the Metropolitan Police Department?

No, he is just another mortal who is afraid of death!

The more prominent Bai Masong's identity and the greater his reputation, the more excited he is!

In this battle of life and death, between personal survival and collective life, no matter what choice he makes, he will bring shame to the Metropolitan Police Department and make the Tokyo government lose all its prestige.

If he chooses to dismantle the bomb, he is a coward who disregards the safety of civilians.

He chose to sacrifice himself. Even if his reputation improved, the Metropolitan Police Department still lost face.

After all, all those famous criminals you have promoted in recent times, who are said to have solved countless cases and have such a resounding reputation, finally fell at the hands of this unknown bomber.

I would like to ask, what will happen to the other police officers? Can the people of Tokyo still trust the Metropolitan Police Department when it cannot even protect its own police officers?

This is a dead end!

Bai Masong knew the bomber's emotions and could roughly guess his inner thoughts.

He knew very well that it was because the bomber had such a state of mind that he, Bai Masong, came here.

So, he didn't speak.

Bai Masong took out a small pair of pliers from his clothes and pretended to fiddle with the bomb silently.

Facing the LCD screen, he did not say anything too much, because at this time, saying anything could easily lead to risks.

But as long as he said nothing and just fiddled with the pliers, making occasional noises to reassure the crazed bomber that he was still there, the guy would think he was making a difficult decision.

In fact, the bomber, who was sitting in his car, watching the big screen on the street and staring at his mobile phone, really thought so.

Time just like that, passed slowly in silence but not completely calm.

......

Compared to the silence inside the Tokyo Tower elevator, the surrounding space outside the Tokyo Tower seems much more lively.

Outside the Tokyo Tower, there are still a lot of people gathered.

They may be people passing by and curious about the sight, or they may be residents living nearby who are worried that if something happens to the Tokyo Tower, they will be affected.

Among them, several news channels, led by Nichimi TV, were all broadcasting reports on this incident.

"There are four minutes left. Now there are four minutes left before the bomb detonates!"

"But, Officer Hakuba, who entered Tokyo Tower alone earlier, hasn't come out yet, and the timer hasn't stopped yet!"

"Is the symbol of our Tokyo going to be destroyed today?!"

"That criminal, if you are watching our broadcast right now, if you still have a trace of conscience left! We sincerely ask you to cancel the timer!"

......

The reporter in charge of the on-site live broadcast was right; the bomber was indeed watching the on-site live broadcast.

However, he listened to the reporter's words with a disdainful grin and spat out the window.

"Tsk, what conscience are you talking about? That kind of thing will only hurt you!"

What he hates most is when someone mentions the word conscience to him.

Three years ago, it was still that reporter who told me that if I had any conscience, I should stop the timer.

As a result, he detonated the bomb without hesitation, killing the policeman who volunteered to sacrifice himself on the spot.

Maybe he once had a trace of conscience, but seven years ago, it was gone!

Seven years ago that day...

"I, I still didn't expect that this matter would go so smoothly!"

On the left passenger seat, a middle-aged man with a silly look was scratching his head, looking as if he had not yet reacted, and spoke to the bomber sitting next to him in the driver's seat.

Compared to his appearance, the bomber laughed "Haha", then turned on the radio in the car, and his words could not hide the smile of success.

"Since you don't believe it, let's see how those reporters report our great achievements now!"