Chapter 30 The dump truck is leaving
The method of this case is not very subtle, and the background is not very profound. The main thing is that the lethality of this truck entering the store is very energetic. I don’t know if the unlucky shop owner received any compensation.
"What are you looking at?" Finding that Tang Ze's gaze always stopped in one place, Conan turned around and saw the closed bathroom door.
"That uncle is in a very bad state." Tang Ze rambled casually, "How should I say...has murderous intent?"
Conan paid attention to Tang Ze's expression suspiciously and was surprised. He was not joking: "...Are you serious? Although he does seem to be angry, but he has murderous intent..."
"Did I just forget to say that?" Tang Ze laughed, "My parents are scholars in clinical medicine and psychology."
This is a very interesting statement, Conan thought carefully about the middle-aged man The human state, asked: "So, you came to the conclusion based on psychological judgment?"
"No, more to say, I have experienced the feeling of being pushed to the edge, the feeling of being unable to control "I want to kill him" moment. He made me feel the same way." Tang Ze came up with a few lines before saying the key point, "It took him too long to go to the bathroom."
Did Karasawa say something dangerous just now? The worry that in the morning, if he was not careful, this new friend would make a mistake, and he would have to drag Karasawa to the police station in tears, Conan was once again enveloped.
After another ten minutes or so, the middle-aged man walked out of the bathroom and returned to his seat.
After Karasawa reminded him, whether he believed it or not, Conan, who was always paying attention to this person, immediately caught the anomaly.
"He was licking his fingers just now." Karasawa said.
"He changed his hand when painting." Conan also said.
The two looked at each other and nodded.
I don’t know if they matched the brain waves, but they both paid attention to the table of middle-aged people.
"President Ohara, are you mistaken?" Aihara pushed the paper on the table forward slightly rudely, "Do you think I am about to change jobs anyway, so you are taking advantage of me at the last chance? You have so many things for you You want me to finish it tomorrow?”
“Aihara, this is an urgent order, and you knew the situation when you took it!” Ohara pushed the paper back without hesitation and took it out of his pocket irritably. Take out a cigarette and hold one in your mouth.
He looked at the bus passing behind Aihara, touched around his body, and said, "The lighter is gone. I'll go look for it." After that, he got up and walked towards the bathroom.
Aihara muttered as he flipped through the pages of documents. Just as Conan was about to follow President Ohara to see what he was going to do, he saw Karasawa suddenly stand up.
"What's wrong?" Conan couldn't help but stood up too.
"Car, that truck!" Tang Ze said only two words, pushed open the store door and rushed out.
Conan repeated confusedly: "A truck?"
He didn't have time to think too much, and chased Tang Ze out of the store, and saw Tang Ze's back speeding like an arrow. And on the top of the ramp, the van was falling towards this side and gradually accelerating.
Karaze's target was obviously this car. Conan reacted briefly and understood the situation.
This truck was not driving in reverse, but slipped down the slope, and the direction——
It is this small shop located at the turn of the ramp!
Conan's pupils shrank and he started running in that direction, while Tang Ze had already caught up to the truck that was picking up speed, jumped off the ground, grabbed the rearview mirror and climbed up the door.
As soon as Tang Ze looked into the unoccupied cab, he raised his right fist high and slammed it down on the window.
As Conan watched in shock, Tang Ze smashed the car window into a spider-like hole. He reached in and pulled the lock of the car door, pulled the door open, and climbed in flexibly. In the cab.
At this time, the truck accelerated to the speed of a motor vehicle. Fortunately, the key to the truck was inserted in the keyhole. Tangze started the engine and pressed the brakes hard.
Even if Tang Ze's actions were coherent and smooth, the truck at this moment had already rushed to a place only a hundred meters away from the store entrance. Tang Ze slammed on the brakes, and the truck dragged two obvious skid marks on the asphalt road. , amidst the screams and exclamations of passers-by, the van stopped dangerously and dangerously, more than 2 meters away from the store.
"Karasawa!" Conan ran out for more than ten meters and then came back. His heart was beating wildly due to the violent exercise and fright. He jumped up the open cab door and looked at the people who were acting in the action movie. Classmate, "Is it okay!"
"It's okay, it's okay." Tangze, who sprinted for two to three hundred meters and performed a set of dangerous moves, gasped for air, let go of the steering wheel and leaned back on the chair. , "I did it, awesome, I did it..."
He knew that as long as the purpose is to help others, the world of Kexue can allow any action blockbuster performance, without any hindrance in the whole process, if there is any Divine help.
In the store behind them, Aihara, who had just been confused as to why the two children were shouting and running, and thought someone was skipping the bill, turned his head amidst the screams of others and saw a truck 2 meters away from the floor-to-ceiling window. At the end, I realized the fact that I almost died.
Breaking out in a cold sweat, he yelled twice and crawled away from his seat.
Tangze jumped down from the cab and looked at the small shop where there was a mess but no one was injured. He breathed and looked at the car door where he had broken the glass: "Oh, look. I have to pay for a window..."
Pedestrians who witnessed the thrilling scene reacted one after another, some exclaimed, and others applauded.
"Is this your point?" Conan slapped him angrily, then looked at the back of Tangze's hand and wrist that were scratched by the glass, "Wipe it, the blood is starting to drip down. !" Some of the skilled people in Miwa Town had already called the police. By the time Karasawa casually wrapped his hand twice with a bandage - Conan was dumbfounded by the bandage he took out of his bag - the police had quickly arrived at the scene.
Because of Tangze's timely rescue, the accident did not turn into a murder case, and it was not the criminal police from the Investigation Section who came.
After briefly answering the whole process of observing the strange movements of the truck on the slope roof, Tangze walked back to the shop amidst the truck driver's thank you and repeated statement that he did not need compensation.
The books they bought are still on the table.
Aihara, who had escaped, took hold of Karasawa's hand, and his excitement was beyond words: "Thank you very much, thank you very much. It's so dangerous, my God, what is this?" It is unimaginable that I will encounter such an accident..."
Tangze looked at President Ohara who was walking out of the bathroom and his face turned green and white behind him, and said meaningfully: "When such an accident happens, Surviving the accident is a different kind of luck, right?”
President Ohara glanced at the truck parked in front of the door and gritted his teeth secretly.
"This uncle." Karasawa broke away from Aihara's hand and suddenly reached out and patted President Ohara's shoulder, "You were almost in danger. Be more careful."
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“Did that uncle cause the accident just now?” Half an hour later, Tang Ze and Conan, who had assisted the police in taking notes, left the store, and Conan asked aloud.
"Most likely." Karasawa put his hands in his pockets and swung his commuting bag back. "The truck driver said that he would not have parked the car in such a dangerous position. But a car was parked in his usual unloading space today, so he had to park on a slope. When he got out of the car, he remembered to apply the handbrake and lock the four wheels, but the handbrake was off when I climbed in. Pull, and that car belongs to that uncle.”
No casualties or losses were actually caused. The case was concluded as an accident caused by the truck driver's operating error. The only victim may be the truck driver's insurance company.
Unknown to the real method, Conan couldn't help but start to think: "How did he do it? Even if he climbed out of the window and pulled up the handbrake of the truck when he went to the bathroom, it would still be wrong. It’s too late for him to return to the store, right?”
“There must be a delay device, and the time needs to be controllable.”
“Yes, otherwise, if he doesn’t have time to leave, he will be in danger. They will all be killed. So what is he using?"
"High-strength cable?"
"It's unlikely. It's not easy to arrange on the street... Hmm, ice cubes? Put ice cubes under the wheels of the car?"
"It doesn't sound like a reliable device to turn on the handbrake."
"Impossible, you didn't see anything when you climbed in. Do you think he will do it again?"
"Who knows, maybe he made it out of ice cubes Device? I don’t think so. It feels like an impulsive killing intention. If you fail, you won’t be able to do it again.”
“You are really unreliable, Ice Cube. Will it leave no traces of water? ”
The two of them guessed one sentence after another and walked back leisurely.
While chatting, Conan glanced at Tang Ze's wrist exposed outside his pocket. It was randomly wrapped in gauze, and the slight blood seepage printed a few pink lines on the gauze.
...So Karasawa is indeed a good person.
Behind them, Shuichi Akai, who had witnessed everything today, tugged on the mask on his face, stopped at the corner, quietly watched Karasawa's back go away, and approached the Polo Cafe.
Tang Zezhao not only grew up healthy and sound, but also grew into a very good child. You will be happy for him if you know this.
Further down the street, in the dark alley, Ohara Kazuo, who had failed to succeed, was walking angrily on his way back to the company.
Next week, Aihara will resign. If he didn't succeed this time, Aihara would probably never want to go to the store where he almost died again. It would be impossible for him to carry out his murderous plan again.
He didn't know whether he sighed unwillingly or happily.
His hand reached for the cigarette case in his coat, wanting to light a cigarette to relieve his boredom, but his fingertips touched the edge of the hard paper first.
"What is it..." Kazuo Ohara frowned and pulled it out.
This is a red card, the size of a business card, with large and small blocks of newspaper cut out on it to form a short letter.
"We are fully aware of your sins and crimes.
Don't take chances because you failed to commit your crimes.
Sincerely, the Phantom Thieves of Heart"
Sry, I wrote late today_(:з ∠)_Come on!
(End of this chapter)