"You bomb man, don't come near me with a bomb strapped to your body!"

This unintentional sentence revealed some secrets, which made Uncle Bomb lose his guard a little. He immediately pulled off his clothes and twisted them away, opening his mind to prove his innocence.

"I, I'm not the bomber you said!"

"I'm just an ordinary and innocent citizen who was unlucky enough to have a bomb strapped to his body!"

The moment the uncle untied his clothes, Toru Amuro's eyes immediately glanced at the bomb wrapped around his body.

Suddenly, his eyes froze.

I go!

This "bomb" is not equipped with a detonation device?

As a public security policeman who was influenced by his friends from the police academy and was considered half a bomb disposal expert, Toru Amuro could see through the structure of the bomb at a glance.

As the ordinary citizen uncle unbuttoned all his clothes, he could see clearly that these bombs could not even see the fuses, and there were no telephone detonators or anything like that.

Although it is possible to hide the detonation device in the back, almost no bomber would do this.

Moreover, this uncle knew that he had a bomb strapped to him, yet he still dared to do such drastic actions...

Back at the elevator entrance, the strange-looking red T-shirts on the ground immediately attracted everyone's attention.

"What, what's going on?!"

"Xiaolan? What on earth is going on!"

Mouri Kogoro pointed to the T-shirt on the ground and asked Maori Lan, who was guarding these exhibits.

Toru Amuro and Conan, who were standing next to them, took a closer look at these T-shirts and instantly understood their meaning.

This is a semaphore!

So that’s what it means…

But who restored this?

It is impossible for Mao Lilan to have such reasoning ability, then it could only be him.

The two of them turned to look at Subaru Okiya in the wheelchair at the same time, as if they were looking at the famous wheelchair scholar.

But Mao Lilan's answer surprised them again.

"After you left, a strange man came over and arranged his T-shirts like this..."

"A strange man?" Toru Amuro took a step forward, "What does he look like?"

Mao Lilan looked up slightly and described, "He is a tall blond man wearing black clothes..."

Foreigner?

When it comes to foreigners, both Conan and Toru Amuro are a little confused.

But soon, the figure of an old friend appeared in their minds at the same time.

"Does that man have long hair?" Conan's eyes were extremely serious, and he clenched his fists as if facing a powerful enemy.

Mao Lilan shook her head, "No, that man has medium-long hair, some natural curls, and speaks with an accent. He is a foreigner."

Foreigner? Curly hair?

Conan frowned again, feeling that this image seemed to have some impression, but who was it?

Toru Amuro noticed Hua Dian and asked, "What did that person tell you?"

After this reminder, Mao Lilan remembered the most important words and said quickly: "The man said that you should pay attention to the snow mountain accident that happened on December 28, and..."

Toru Amuro: "What else?"

Mao Lilan's eyebrows were torn between several people, but she still mustered up the courage to speak out.

"The bomber is the 'lucky citizen' who was selected as a human bomb!"

As soon as these words came out, everyone led by the three detectives was in an uproar.

"What?"

Maori Kogoro grabbed Mao Lilan's shoulder, "Are you telling the truth?"

"I don't know either...that's what the blond man told me..."

Hearing this, the ordinary citizen uncle standing not far away suddenly shook his shoulders, with a confused expression on his face, and his mouth opened but he didn't know what to say.

Seeing this suspicious expression, Mouri Kogoro turned to his uncle with raised eyebrows and questioned him with a heavy voice that seemed to penetrate his soul.

"is this real?"

"This, this..." The uncle reacted and quickly defended himself, "How is this possible! How could I be a bomber!"

"How can anyone tie a bomb to themselves?"

The uncle's tone was excited.

But the more anxious he was, the clearer the ideas in Amuro Toru and Conan's minds became.

Toru Amuro walked up to the uncle with his pockets in his pocket, glanced at the uncle's back, and the situation suddenly became clear.

"It's useless even if you deny it now. In fact, you are the one who was sent the red T-shirt."

"Eh?" The uncle was stunned.

Toru Amuro began to reason: "In fact, from the beginning, these bomb threats were a good show directed and performed by you."

"You came here because you found the shopping time and place on the shopping receipt, but found that no one came to the counter to buy a red T-shirt at 12:28."

"So, you planned this bomb incident and threatened everyone on this floor, just to make the person who sent you the red T-shirt take the initiative to expose himself."

"But you would never think that the person who sent you the mail did not need to show up at the counter to 'buy' the red T-shirt on time every week."

Hearing this, Mouri Kogoro was immediately stunned. Just as he was about to ask what was going on, he suddenly remembered.

"Are you talking about...?"

"That's right!" Toru Amuro turned to look at the cashier in the crowd, "The sender is the cashier at the counter, Ms. Seta."

Everyone's eyes turned to the angry-looking Miss Seta.

The uncle also looked at Seta, with memories in his eyes.

After a moment, he thought about it.

"Mai? Are you Mr. Maruoka's daughter?"

"Yes, Mr. Fauci... I am the daughter of Daisaku Maruoka who was killed by you in the snowy mountains 13 years ago!"

As both parties recognized each other, all the lies were revealed.

The uncle no longer denied his identity as the bomber, and quickly explained: "No, it was Mr. Maruoka because of the avalanche..."

Seta's eyes were full of hatred, and he glared at the uncle in front of him and interrupted him.

"The avalanche that happened happened to help you a lot. The police did not investigate further, so they could only handle the matter as an accident!"

"But in my father's diary, he has already written that he wants you to go climbing together. I hope the great scenery on the top of the mountain can make you change your ways!"

Not far away, a blond man watched this scene silently, sighing and shaking his head.

Alas...it's the rice flower tradition again - the old unjust and false cases.
Chapter completed!