Ke Xue: Shinichi and I are childhood friends.

Chapter 1377 The Alarm of the Outbreak

Yuto Mokushi gritted his teeth: "You mean to say I'm the bomber? But I was talking to the bomber, so are you implying there were accomplices?"

Yu also shook his head: "That was just you cooperating with a pre-prepared recording and answering questions in front of us. As long as you prepare three mobile phones in advance, the first one is set to dial on a timer, the second one is used to play the recording, and the third one is placed on you to lock the first phone and make the call hang up."

"The best evidence is that the bomber couldn't even answer Conan's simplest question, because it wasn't in the pre-prepared recording."

Yuto Mokushi's face visibly darkened. He stared intently at Yuya and suddenly sneered, "As expected of a famous high school detective, your brilliant reasoning almost made me think you were watching the whole thing."

He reached into his coat and asked with a cold laugh, "You say you're a detective, so do you know..."

"The drug trafficking? I know about it," Yuya said calmly.

Yuuto's movements froze, staring at Yuuya in shock: "You, how did you...?"

Yuya shrugged: "The smell of marijuana in room 2114 is so strong, you don't think there's something wrong with my nose, do you?"

"I'm very curious, with Tokyo's strict regulations, how did you manage to bring marijuana in and sell it?"

Those were memories etched into his DNA from a past life, and Yuu also deeply abhorred all drugs.

After the previous drug trafficking incident, he ordered a crackdown on Tokyo's underworld, cutting off all drug trafficking.

He didn't care about other places, but Tokyo was his sphere of influence, so drugs were absolutely not allowed in his territory, and no one was allowed to touch it.

For subordinates who have involuntarily used drugs in the past, they can be given a chance to reform and live a normal life, but they will be supervised by all members of the gang and will not be allowed to serve in management positions.

If a relapse is discovered, both the user and the seller will be traced to the end and all will be imprisoned in Tokyo Bay. There will be no second chance.

As for those who actively consume and sell these substances, they have long since been sent to reclaim land from the sea.

Under such iron-fisted policies, Tokyo's underground forces became far cleaner than before unification.

Even the newly appointed superintendent Kuroda Hyōe expressed his high approval of this matter at a private tea party.

To combat drugs, one must first understand them.

Yuya is naturally very familiar with marijuana, the cheapest and most widely available drug; he can tell just by smelling it.

Lin Qi Tuanji's expression turned extremely angry: "I finally managed to smuggle the drugs into Tokyo, and that guy Lin Qi found me by following the scent. He even threatened me, saying that if I didn't sell them to him cheaply, he would inform the gangs in Tokyo."

"Of course I know that Tokyo has very strict drug control measures, so in order to avoid being exposed, I plan to send him to his death with a bomb!"

As he spoke, he suddenly pulled a small knife from his pocket, flashed the blade, and brandished it at Yuya: "Let me see where I should start."

Yu looked at Lin Qituanji as if he were an idiot: "You plan to use this against me?"

Lin Qituan was stunned. Why wasn't this boy afraid at all?

"you···"

Before he could finish speaking, Lin Qituan felt a blur before his eyes, and at the same time, a sharp pain shot through his abdomen, causing him to instinctively arch his back.

Yuya grabbed his wrist holding the knife with one hand, and with the other hand, she swiftly chopped at his neck.

Lin Qituansi rolled his eyes and collapsed.

At that moment, the door opened, and Takagi Wataru rushed in with several police officers: "Yuya-kun, you didn't..."

He was taken aback when he saw Lin Qituan lying on the ground: "It's already resolved?"

Yu shrugged: "The bomber has been subdued. By the way, he's also a marijuana dealer, so we'll have to interrogate him thoroughly!"

Upon hearing this, Takagi Wataru's expression turned serious, and he nodded emphatically: "I understand!"

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Meanwhile, Sera Masumi returned to her room, where Sera Mary had already returned.

"Mom, what happened to the bomb?"

Sera Mary calmly said, "Well, I tampered with it a bit to make it look like something went wrong and it didn't detonate. By the way, did you hand that man smoking marijuana over to the police?"

Sera Masumi gave a thumbs up: "Of course! He's quite heavy, he almost killed me with exhaustion."

Sera Mary: "You need to exercise more too."

Sera Masumi said, feeling wronged, "Okay, okay, I understand."

As they talked, they casually closed the door and went into the room.

In the corridor, a man's half-body emerged from the shadows.

After confirming that the door was closed, he took out a pen from his pocket and smashed the fire alarm on the wall.

The next instant, a piercing alarm blared throughout the entire hotel building.

In Room 1302, Inspector Megure, who was preparing to leave with his team, was shocked to hear the alarm.

"Has the bomb exploded?!" he roared anxiously. "Everyone, don't panic! Get outside quickly!"

Everyone in the hotel evacuated immediately.

Yuya frowned, looking up at the hotel, but there was no sign of smoke, let alone an explosion.

What exactly happened? Why did the fire alarm suddenly go off?

His gaze swept over the surrounding crowd, most of whom wore expressions of anxiety and panic.

Among the crowd, he also saw Sera and her daughter, who had also come out to seek refuge.

Sera Masumi squatted on the ground, holding her mother in her arms and trying her best to cover her face.

Yuya narrowed his eyes slightly. Could it be...?

He turned and looked around, and soon spotted a black sedan across the street, a very rare antique car.

A blond man with short hair, wearing a red suit and sunglasses, is opening the car door and getting in.

Seemingly noticing Yuya's gaze, the other person looked up and glanced at them from afar, but then stopped paying attention and got into the driver's seat.

Yuya frowned slightly—this was an unprecedentedly rare antique car; the people inside were definitely not ordinary people.

Why would someone like that be here?

Inside a vintage car.

The blond man tilted his head slightly to look at the back seat: "Did you see everything?"

"I saw it."

Accompanied by the hissing sound of a respirator, an old voice rang out inside the car.

"It feels like a dream."

After saying this, the old man fell silent, his gaze fixed on the small figure in the crowd, seemingly lost in thought.

The car gradually quieted down.