I'm making soy sauce in the detective world

Looking at the uncle Maori at this time, Moriya Teji's eyes were joking: "Is this the sad love between father and daughter? It's really moving, but there is no need for love in architecture! Life is too!"

When he said this, Emperor Moriya's face illuminated by the fire light looked very hideous.

Looking at the drawing, Guangyou shouted in disbelief: "Shinichi, why! There are no red and blue lines on it!"

Shinichi on the side looked at the drawing and was a little flustered: "I don't know, it's not that the guy Moritani didn't draw it on purpose! Damn it!"

"Guangyou, are these two threads cut together?"

"Don't! One of them is the real detonation line!"

Hearing this, the scissors in Xiaolan's hand trembled slightly.

At this time, the time came to 12 o'clock, which made everyone's hearts once again caught.

The sky seemed to feel the mood of everyone at this time.

The patter of rain hit the faces of everyone outside.

I couldn't tell whether the tears or rain on Uncle Maori's face was. Looking at the ruined movie city, watching the little time left, Uncle Maori's eyes were filled with despair, and his straight body gradually appeared a little squiggly, seemingly A lot older.

"Puffing"

Uncle Maori fell to his knees, holding his head. If anyone approached, he would hear a slight sob.

"Lan..."

The figure who is usually cynical, doesn't care about anything, has a sloppy life, and can't walk when seeing beautiful women, is really distressing at this moment.

Looking at this desperate man, Moriya Teiji smiled even more. Looking at the movie city, a trace of hatred flashed in his eyes: Kudo Shinichi, let you taste the taste of losing your favorite!

Inside the ruins, Shinichi and Guangyou were thinking about how to solve the current situation.

"Happy birthday, Shinichi."

Suddenly, Xiaolan’s voice reached Shinichi’s ears.

Shinichi's eyes moved slightly.

"I think maybe I will never have the opportunity to say this to you again."

The flame in Xinyi's heart seemed to be extinguished, and he slumped on the ground leaning on the door: "Cut it off, choose your favorite color and cut it."

"What if I cut it wrong?"

Shinichi seems to have figured out something, and chuckles: "Anyway, it will explode when time comes, so choose your favorite color and cut it out."

"Don't worry, no matter what the outcome is, I will always be here with you. Since you can't live together, it's not bad to die together."

The time of the explosion was getting closer, and the already fragile building collapsed again. Shinichi and Koyo avoided the falling building fragments.

At this time, Guangyou's eyes were full of despair: "Could it be that my ending is still like this?"

"No! I will never be at the mercy of fate anymore, I don't want to lose it again!" Guangyou roared in his heart.

On the immature hand, the blue veins were violent and looked unusually abrupt. Guangyou's eyes were very fierce at the moment, clenched his fists, and shouted: "I don't allow this to happen!"

After that, he punched the broken pieces, leaving a trace of blood.

One punch after another, suddenly, with a "click", it was too hard to break Guangyou's hand!

Although he was fractured, what made Guangyou delighted was that a crack appeared on the broken piece: "Although one hand is not good, I still have another hand!"

Guangyou clenched his other hand, punch after punch.

The hard work paid off, and the pieces that weren't very big broke apart.

The structure can be seen from the side of the fragments. If you look closely, you can find that the fragments seem to cut corners.

Remove the broken pieces to reveal a space for one person to enter. Guangyou hurriedly pushed aside the blocking broken pieces, walked to the door, and shouted: "Sister Xiaolan, Xiaoai! How are you!"

After hearing the response of the two, Guangyou breathed a sigh of relief, and then said: "Sister Xiaolan, don't have the burden, cut it!"

Xiao Ai curled up, looking at the bomb, her eyes moved slightly: Maybe, this is the best ending, as expected, the people around me did not end well.

Before his survival, Xiao Ai didn't have any sadness on her face. Instead, she seemed to have some relief. She muttered to herself: "I invented the killing drug. Maybe it's time to pay for it."

"boom"

"There is also a child and a youth here!"

The rescue team broke through the road blocked by the debris and greeted the people behind.

The firefighter comforted Guangyou and Shinichi. Shinichi pointed to the door: "There are many people behind this door!"

The fireman tried to push, but the door only moved slightly, but it was not opened. He immediately greeted: "Hurry up and get the rock crushing tool!"

Immediately, he ridiculed himself: "Today is my first anniversary of my wedding. I am afraid I will not be able to get through this kind of thing."

Guangyou did not speak, took a few steps back, and rushed towards the door.

"Boom"

Unexpectedly, the door was knocked open.

When the door slammed open, Xiaolan just cut the thread.

At this moment, the air seemed to freeze, but after a second, Guangyou's eyes were full of joy.

The timer on the bomb has stopped!

Guangyou hurriedly ran to Xiao Ai, "Xiao Ai, are you okay?"

Xiao Ai raised her head in surprise, but the joy in her eyes had not yet been revealed. Seeing Guangyou's appearance at this time, her eyes seemed to be covered with mist.

There was no clean place up and down Guangyou's body, and his clothes were rubbed. There was still uncoagulated blood dripping from one hand, and the other was weakly drooping aside.

Xiao Ai knew that that hand was broken, but Guangyou didn't care about his own situation, but asked her about her situation with concern.

Among the ruins, it was supposed to be desolate, but Xiao Ai felt like a warm current rushing through her heart, and she couldn't help but look at Guangyou with slightly different eyes.

Seeing the small wound on Xiao Ai's head, Guangyou couldn't help feeling a little distressed, and said guiltily: "Sorry, I'm late, do you still hurt?"

Xiao Ai shook her head, her mouth faintly curved.

Guangyou didn't see it, and he was relieved: "That's good."

On the other side, Shinichi looked at Xiaolan, his mouth opened slightly, not knowing what to say.

At this time, Xiaolan finally couldn't help her inner feelings, got up and hugged Shinichi, and shed tears.

Shinichi hugged the beautiful woman's body, did not speak, closed his eyes and felt the joy of having just passed through life and death.

Teiji Moriya outside the movie city opened his mouth wide, and he couldn't believe it: "Why? Why!"

Uncle Maori wept with joy, but with the questioning he remembered, he wiped away the tears and started to suck up again.

Guangyou looked at the two people holding each other and teased: "Is it time for you to kiss me and me? If you don't hurry out, this side will collapse."

When the two heard it, their faces flushed and let go.

Immediately, several people walked out of the movie city.

At this time, Guangyou was next to Xiao Ai, and then Xiao Ai bandaged with a look of enjoyment.

Originally, the nurse wanted to help, but Xiao Ai insisted on her bandaging, which made Guangyou feel dark in his heart and enjoy the peaceful time after the disaster.

Xiaolan held a bag and handed it to Xinyi a little shyly: "Xin, Xinyi, this is a birthday present for you!"

Shinichi was a little surprised, and then took the bag: "Thank you, Lan, can I open it?"

After Xiaolan nodded, Shinichi took out the clothes Xiaolan carefully prepared from the bag. Although the bag that contained the clothes was dirty after so many setbacks, the clothes looked like new. The corner of his mouth grinned: "I like it very much."

Seeing the delighted look on Xiaolan's face, Xinyi thought of something and asked: "Lan, why did you cut the blue one? I thought you would cut the red one."

Xiaolan's face is ruddy: "I don't want to cut it off~"

Looking at the "Legend of the Red Line" poster on the wall, Xiaolan gave a little thumbs up: "Because maybe that red wire is the red line between me and Shinichi!"

Hearing this, Xinyi's eyes moved slightly, not knowing what to think.