"Hey, why do you have that thing tied to it?"

Kogoro Mori took a few steps back and looked at the middle-aged Mediterranean opposite him in horror. The other party was now opening his coat, with bombs tied around his arms and waist.

Although everyone around looked nervous, no one escaped from here due to the nature of watching the fun.

"I don't know either." The middle-aged man looked sweaty and said tremblingly, "I was fainted from behind in the bathroom. When I woke up, I was tied up with this thing by a masked man."

He swallowed in his throat, his expression was so scared that he was about to cry. "The man threatened me that there were the same paper bags in front of the escalator and stairs. If he didn't do what he said, he would immediately detonate the bomb."

Kogoro Mouri frowned and took out his cell phone, "Anyway, call the police first, and you must call the police quickly. The man you mentioned should not have left this yet."

"No!" the middle-aged bomber said hurriedly: "That person said that as long as the police are found close to the department store, they will immediately press the detonation button. There is also this floor, if anyone escapes, the ending will be the same."

"what to do?"

"No way?"

The people who were watching the fun were in an uproar.

Yuanzi subconsciously grabbed Chen Xing's arm.

"It's okay." Chen Xing comforted.

"Yeah." Yuanzi smiled, "I'm not afraid."

Chen Xing looked around. If it was as the middle-aged man said, the masked man might be there.

But unfortunately, he didn't find any suspicious people, and the same was true for Conan's expression.

But it wasn't considered to be nothing. For example, Chen Yuki saw Okayama Subaru hiding in the crowd, and Akami Hideichi, who disguised himself as Akai, and Tomori, who was absent from work today.

The two men looked decent, one was observing the people around them, and the other was secretly peeking at Conan and his party.

After pondering for a moment, Kogoro Mouri immediately asked, "Did he say what his request is?"

The middle-aged man quickly untied his backpack, "He said he wanted to find out who the sender who sent thirteen red T-shirts in this bag."

"Red T-shirt?" Kogoro Mouri's face changed.

The reason they came to the department store today was because they received a commission about a red T-shirt.

The middle-aged man stumbling and said, "He said that the person who sent this T-shirt must be on this floor."

"I can't find the sender of the red T-shirt, he's going to detonate the bomb, and he's on this floor?" Kogoro Mouri frowned.

"Yes, the masked man who tied the bomb to me did tell me that." The middle-aged man honestly said: "He also said that if the other party reported his name, he would not press the detonation button."

After hearing this, Kogoro Mouri immediately looked at the people in the field and shouted: "Have you heard it? Although I don't know what's going on, the guys who sent so many red T-shirts, if they are there, come out quickly!"

But unfortunately, although many people looked at each other, no one stood up.

At this time, the middle-aged man spoke again: "He said that no matter what, let the escalator stop first, and the elevator is not allowed to park on this floor, and no one is allowed to enter or exit."

Kogoro Maori snorted coldly, "So that's it. Before finding the sender, you have to trap all the guests on this floor in this place, right?"

"How can it be?"

"I don't want it!"

Someone pushed away the panicked crowd and rushed directly to the elevator door.

"Please wait a moment." Kogoro Mouri hurried forward, trying to stop him.

But when there is a leader in everything, a large group of people will follow him. In the blink of an eye, there will be people in front of the elevator door. No matter how Kogoro Mori persuades everyone to calm down, no one will pay attention to him.

At this time, the identity of the famous detective seemed so pale and powerless.

Chen Xing frowned, subconsciously stepped aside and stood in front of the garden.

And just when the situation was in chaos and almost caused an accident due to pushing, the paper bag placed in front of the escalator that was ignored by everyone suddenly erupted with bursts of white smoke.

This was more like adding fuel to the fire, and the already panicked crowd scattered with a loud bang.

Kogoro Mouri's face darkened and he said loudly: "Everyone calm down!"

The people who were originally running around like headless flies stopped unconsciously, and their faces were still panicked, but fortunately they calmed down a lot.

At the same time, there was no longer smoke in those paper bags.

"You all heard it just now?" Kogoro Mouri said in a low voice: "The bomber is now looking for the sender who sent him the red T-shirts, and is sure that the sender is on this floor. Before finding this person, if anyone escapes from this floor, he will immediately detonate the bomb."

He took a deep breath and walked to the shopping guide, "Sorry, please call the person in charge of the department store to explain the situation, stop the escalator immediately, and tell the elevator not to stop on this floor.

Of course, the elevator is temporarily prohibited, and remember to remind him that you must not call the police in any way, because the bomber is likely to be on this floor now, monitoring all of us every move!”

"I understand." The shopping guide left.

Kogoro Mori held his chin and said to himself, "What should I do next?"

Conan spoke at the right time: "Let's take a look first, the red T-shirts sent from unidentified people every week."

The middle-aged man next to him was stunned, "Strange, have I ever said 'It will be sent every week'?"

Kogoro Mouri explained: "Because someone who is suspected of a bomb criminal accomplice, I called and commissioned something. The person who wants to solve the mystery of sending red T-shirts every week, I made an appointment with me at the sports goods counter of Mihua Department Store after noon today, and I hope I will come over to discuss how to solve it."

Next, a row of red T-shirts were placed on the ground.

"From the torn pieces of express receipts from the bags containing those T-shirts, we can know that two of them were delivered seven, six and five weeks ago, but four weeks ago, only one of them was sent here."

Kogoro Mouri squatted on the ground and pondered: "For only three weeks, two weeks and last week, it turned out to send two red T-shirts every week."

The middle-aged Mediterranean came over, "Does there be any meaning here?"

Kogoro Mori shook his head, "I don't know, except for the total number of 13, this unlucky number, I found nothing."

And Conan suddenly looked at the middle-aged man, "Uncle, the shoulders of the coat you are wearing seem to be stained with red paint."

The middle-aged man was stunned and subconsciously looked at the shoulders.
Chapter completed!