"By the way, does that person know about this?" Shui Wulian looked at Gin.

"That person?" Gin glanced at her.

"Borbon." Mizuno said curiously: "I heard that he has started to take action in order to find Shirley, who betrayed the organization."

"Who knows, that guy is also a secretist like Belmode." Gin said lightly: "No one knows where he is now and what he does."

Vodka said, "After that being said, Bourbon has always hated Akai, right? It seems that he hates him even more than his elder brother."

Gin was silent for a moment and said, "Even if I know where he is, I don't plan to tell him about this."

"Why?" Shui Wulian asked helplessly.

"That guy didn't believe that Akai Hideichi was dead from beginning to end, because he kept threatening that only he could kill Akai. If that man was Akai, he would definitely show a sneer as I expected." Ginji looked at the crowd's hurrying street and said coldly: "I don't want to see that guy's disgusting face."

"Yes, that guy always pretends." Vodka nodded with consent.

"Wait quietly." Ginjiu looked out the car window quietly.

Mizunori calmed down, hoping that the scar that suddenly appeared Akai was not what she thought.

...

In the department store.

"Hey, don't delay time anymore!"

"Yes, when will we wait?"

"Aren't you a famous detective Kogoro Mouri? Then find out what sender the red T-shirt that bomber is looking for."

"Yes, we're still waiting to go out."

People on the floor gradually became impatient, and some even couldn't suppress their anger. However, due to the bombs in paper bags and the threats of bombers hidden in the dark, they were powerless and had to point their finger at Kogoro Mouri.

But Kogoro Mouri had no choice but to do so, "Whether the sender or the bomber, I still have no idea."

Seeing that he was so evasive, everyone around was about to be unable to bear it, Conan pulled the corner of Chen Xing's clothes.

"Get started," he said.

Chen Xing was a little surprised. Judging from the confidence on his face at this moment, he obviously had seen through the truth, but he didn't even notice what this kid did.

But now, obviously, you have to be a tool person.

Fortunately, I didn't take action first and then report.

As soon as he thought about this, he heard his voice: "Okay, please be careful."

"..." Chen Xing.

"Who are you?" someone frowned.

"It doesn't matter who I am, what matters is to find the missing sender and bomber." Conan, who was hiding in the corner, said.

"So, do you already know?" Maori Ran said in surprise.

Kogoro Mouri also became serious.

Conan said: "Yes, the key to unlocking this matter is here."

Among the crowd, Subaru Okayama glanced at Chen Xing in confusion, then suddenly realized, smiled imperceptibly, and quietly left the crowd.

"Don't you find it strange?" Conan said: "Just see the receipts attached to the red underwear, you will know that they are purchased at the sports goods counter of this department store at 12:28 noon every Sunday.

If you want to know who the sender is, as long as you secretly monitor it in that counter at that time, that person will appear sooner or later."

Ran Maori thought for a while and said, "Then the sender must have not come, so the bomber knocked the uncle out in the bathroom, tied the bomb on him, and forced him to find the sender."

"Chen Xing" chuckled, "then this is very strange."

"Strange?" Ran Maori was a little puzzled.

"If you want to tie a bomb to someone, you usually have to cover up your eyes. In this way, you have to turn your eyes away from that key counter." Conan said: "You guy who is desperately looking for the sender, or even using the bomb, do you think he will be so careless?"

"That's right." Mori Ran frowned.

Yuanzi asked, "But if the bomb criminal has an accomplice, what if that person will monitor him?"

"That's impossible," Conan said: "You can take a closer look around. Now there are people calling in every corner, right? If the guy who wants to occupy the floor has an accomplice, he would never let people do this."

Ranss Mori said: "That means, before 12:28, tie the bomb on the uncle and then prepare?"

"No, bombs should be the last resort. The bombs placed at the entrances and exits of the floor can be disposed of as long as they are recycled before the explosion." Conan smiled faintly, "But if the bomb was tied to someone in advance, it would be too risky if the sender suddenly comes to buy that T-shirt."

When he said this, Chen Xing obviously noticed the changing expression of the Mediterranean man. He was no longer the exaggerated panic he had before, but was really a little nervous.

"But, there is only one bomber? How could he monitor the entire counter and tie a bomb on the uncle?" Maori Ran said in confusion.

"So it's not tied here." Conan said calmly: "It's just tied it up from the beginning."

"It was tied up at the beginning?"

"Does it mean..."

Ran Maori and Yuanzi looked at the middle-aged man with disbelief.

Conan smiled coldly, "Yes, bomber and ordinary citizen?"

The middle-aged man's face changed drastically, and the cold sweat on his forehead was clearly visible, "No, no..."

"It was obviously 12:28, but no one came to buy clothes. You suddenly remembered something--it was indeed the trap set by the sender to lure himself here." Conan said: "So, you plan to let the hateful sender show his flaws on his own initiative."

Ran Maori: "Exposed? How to do it?"

"Since the sender knows the address of the delivery, he should also know what the other party looks like. He probably thinks that he is tied up with a bomb and said that he cannot find the sender and will detonate the bomb. This will cause a commotion and the sender will take the initiative to expose his prank."

Conan explained: "Actually, even if I don't use such a troublesome method, I already know who the sender is."

"Really?" Maori Ran said in surprise.

Yuanzi also looked over with bright eyes, with a little proud expression.

Chen Xing was a little embarrassed for a moment.

Conan said in a relaxed tone: "You can tell by looking at the receipt. No matter how powerful it is, you can't get the receipt that was just 12:28 every time, right?

If the clerk is asked to send a receipt according to time, it may be possible, but if there are customers with such a strange request, the clerk at the counter will definitely remember this talent, but the clerk has no impression of it at all."

He paused and his voice sank, "So, this means that the sender is the person who sent the receipt, that is, the cashier who is responsible for handling the sports goods counter, Miss Seta, you are right."

In the crowd, a girl with short hair with small freckles on her face bit her lip after hearing this.

"The cashier in that counter is in a small room and will not be seen by other customers and salesmen. You can successfully print out such a receipt without being suspected." Conan reasoned: "Also, the possibility of the sender and the recipient knowing each other is also high. Despite this, the recipient cannot recognize you so far. This is also the key evidence for the sender who has been hiding in the small room and is the sender!"
Chapter completed!