Under the dim sunset, a man stood quietly outside the window.

To be precise, it is hanging outside the window.

This may be a bit strange, but two hook ropes stretched out from the other party's waist, fixed to the visual blind spot that Belmode cannot see.

With the help of the hook rope, the man stood steadily outside the window in a posture that violated the physical rules without shaking the slightest.

“Don’t be nervous…”

Shirakawa Yu smiled and swung into the building, landing lightly like an elves cat.

The two hooks fell off with a snap and retracted into the winch, making a sizzling sound, making the whole movement extremely skillful.

He touched the winch with love, then waved his palm, and three more folding knives appeared in his hand.

"... Although I am not a professional killer, my assassination skills are pretty good. It only takes a moment to cut your throat and it won't hurt too much."

After saying that, Yu Shirakawa shook his wrist and seemed to be transforming into one of the three folding knives.

However, although there are two missing blades, the murderous intent is not reduced.

The sharp sense of crisis makes people feel that their face is about to be cut by the air.

Belmode did not rush to speak, but stared at Yu Shirakawa's winch for a while, and then said as if nothing had happened:

"I see……"

"You just rely on this little toy to disappear from the noses of so many people... and then you can move quickly from the air and kill my subordinates one by one, right?"

“…It’s really powerful.”

Hearing Belmode's words, Yu Shirakawa smiled jokingly, neither sure nor denying:

"A capable person will make an extremely unreasonable thing rational by thinking through brainstorming, speculating and conceiving it."

“…If someone could watch the whole thing from the perspective of God, he would definitely be funny.”

Upon hearing this, Belmode raised his eyebrows.

What does Keshwasher mean?

Does he have other ways and means to become a living person?

Without waiting for her to think about it—

"Anyway, the police will come in about thirty minutes...I'll try to deal with you within the time of a cup of tea."

Yu Shirakawa shook his fingers with his folding knife, and said without any mercy.

If he was in a normal state, if he was not working, he would rarely kill himself.

He likes to promote the development of stories, make fun of people's hearts, and get the pleasure of participating in any event... He is not a reckless man with a mind full of killing and killing.

But this time, Yu Shirakawa didn't mind killing Belmode.

This woman is like a chronic poison mixed with wine. If she is not treated in time, sooner or later, she will really kill people.

This is an objective perspective.

Subjectively, if I had no biggest trump card [disappearance], I would have probably become a corpse long ago.

How can you be merciful to someone who wants to kill him?

Although my original plan was to use this woman to protect Conan and to be as leisurely as possible...

But this kind of thing doesn't matter now.

To put it mysteriously, Conan has strong luck to protect his body, and even if no one cares about him, he will not die suddenly.

"Don't be foolish."

Belmode spoke at this time, interrupting Yu Shirakawa's thoughts.

Yu Shirakawa said in a picky tone.

But Belmode suddenly laughed in an unknown way. The laughter was not too harsh, but it could only be said to be a calm and unshakable smile.

This arrogant smile even makes people feel a little offensive.

"What are you laughing at? Is it funny to be dead?"

Yu Shirakawa tilted his head and saw that Belmode was still laughing constantly, so he could only continue to pour cold water in a little annoyed: "I guess... different laugh points represent different levels of intelligence."

"Your IQ is probably as thin as the air on Mount Everest."

“…”

This straightforward provocation made Belmode's face darker and he finally stopped laughing.

But, the next moment, she smiled faintly again:

"Haha, Keshwasser, if you still think I'm just bluffing, I advise you to quickly dispel this naive idea."

As Shirakawa Yu's gaze, Belmode gently pulled the zipper of the tights jacket down, revealing a flat square tied to his chest.

That was a bomb.

Yu Shirakawa has the ability to [analysis]. Before breaking the window, he had already seen through Belmodri and knew that in addition to many dangerous weapons, she also wore a bomb in front of her chest.

But he didn't understand, just hiding a bomb, there was nothing to show off.

There is another [disappearance] that I can use to avoid explosions.

If Belmode wanted to die together, he would only kill himself ridiculously and not hurt him at all.

Looking at Belmode for a while, to be on the safe side, Shirakawa Yu used [Analysis] again to scan the bomb back and forth.

In fact, he had already understood the design of this bomb.

It is nothing more than connecting a heartbeat detection device, tied to the strap on the body, equipped with electrodes and metal chains.

Once Belmode's heart stops beating, or someone removes the bomb directly without careful dismantling it... the bomb will explode, producing a blasting lethality that is enough to kill him.

——In other words, I can’t kill Belmode from close range.

If you kill forcibly, you need to consume the number of [disappearance] times to avoid explosions in an instant, so that you can survive.

In other words, relying on supernatural abilities, it is actually not too difficult for Yu Shirakawa to kill her.

Then when you go back, let the boy Kuroyukawa Kaito come out to pick him up, avoiding the two "Yu Shirakawa" appearing at the same time, perfecting the absent-present proof, and everything will be perfect.

After sorting out this situation in his mind, Yu Shirakawa laughed and said his judgment with a sarcasm:

"Haha, there are really two hundred and fifteen."

"...Isn't it just that the heart stops, and the bomb will follow the trick of explosion?"

"This sand mouth design is like a complicated but not difficult math problem. I have countless ways to solve it."

However, after hearing him, Belmode giggled.

This time, she squinted her eyes, smiled more calmly and calmly:

"That's great, Keshwasser."

"If you think so, I'm afraid I'll be sure to take you."

"... Although you can see a little trick, it is really a skill, but this bomb is more than that simple."

"?"

As Shirakawa Yu's silent gaze, Belmode paused for a moment, gently tapped the surface of the bomb, and continued:

"This bomb also has two small remotely connected mechanisms."

"First of all, it is connected to a mobile phone a few kilometers away. As long as the bomb explodes, the mobile phone will automatically send a message I edited in advance to the boss, and I should not say the content."

“…”

Yu Shirakawa still didn't say anything, his expression did not change, but his brows were beating slightly.

Belmode's voice did not stop, and he stretched out a white finger and continued to explain confidently:

"In addition, the moment this bomb explodes, another bomb will also explode."

"I hid that bomb on the roof of the Tokyo Metropolitan Police Station, with your fingerprints on it..."

Speaking of this, Belmode paused meaningfully and looked at Yu Shirakawa's expression.

But the latter seemed to be deaf about what she said, without blinking.

Seeing this, Belmode was not impatient, but his movements and expressions seemed more relaxed.

This time, the time was short, but she prepared a lot.

After leaving the video game company, she repeatedly confirmed that the Maori family had no abnormalities and did not have Keshwasher's various intimidation methods.

As for the fingerprints mentioned just now, they are even more authentic.

——The folding knife that Keshwasher last time had his original fingerprint.

Belmode only needs to preserve the folding knife and process it on the bomb to complete this technique.

And the message to the boss was so simple that there was only one sentence [the murderer was Keshwaser] - After his death, Keshwaser would bear the anger of that gentleman.
To be continued...