Conan: Begins to collaborate with Miss Bayonetta and become famous

Chapter 867 I bet the nuclear bomb won’t explode!

"Don't panic, Macallan." Old Black's voice was forced to remain calm, trying to soothe Macallan's nerves that were on the verge of collapse with logic. "That must be the final test, the key to solving it!"

"I understand the logic!" McCarron's voice was filled with tears, and he was on the verge of complete collapse. "But damn... there are only 45 seconds left!"

Seeing that people were coming from all directions to encircle him, Baijiu gave up the idea of ​​breaking out by force and dragged Grace into a shoe store.

When you find that a problem is stuck in an endless loop no matter how you solve it, try changing your thinking.

Although Grace didn't recognize these murderous faces, from their ferocious expressions that looked like they were demanding billions of blood debts, even a child could sense the extreme danger.

"So...what should we do now?" Grace's voice was filled with fear, and she placed all her hopes on the strange man in front of her.

"I'm thinking, don't move." Baijiu responded calmly, and at the same time, he quietly moved away Grace's hand that was instinctively on his arm out of fear.

Even at this juncture, he was still unwilling to make any overly intimate gestures with a woman he had only met for less than an hour, no matter how insignificant the gesture was.

He took a half step to the left, lowered his voice, and urgently called for help into the headset: "Old Black, I'm surrounded and need a way out."

"Where should I go now?" he said very quickly.

"Um..." Lao Hei turned on the microphone, struggling to organize his thoughts, his voice thick with guilt. "Baijiu, now... there is a more serious problem."

When Baijiu heard the word "more severe", his brows instantly furrowed.

He thought to himself, what could be more critical than his current situation where he was surrounded and besieged on all sides?

Don't tell me this is about nuclear bombs again, he complained silently in his heart.

But life is often like this. The more outrageous something seems to you, the more likely it is to happen.

It’s like when you get a math test paper, instead of seeing the expected full marks, you see a glaring zero.

You are shocked and think to yourself, is it possible that the name is not written?

But the result is often - you didn’t write your name.

But you choose to take a gamble.

Apart from not writing the name, what other reasons are there for getting zero points?

How could someone be so unlucky?

In fact, you know in your heart that the name is not written, but you just don’t want to admit it.

Just like the liquor at this moment, he vaguely guessed that it might be related to that damn nuclear bomb, but he was extremely reluctant to believe it.

He's had enough of the word "nuclear bomb"!

Lao Hei took a deep breath, as if he had exhausted all his strength: "Maybe... none of us can leave here today."

After hearing this, Baijiu already understood about 80% of the situation.

Despite this, he still held on to the last glimmer of hope and symbolically asked: "What?"

He was still gambling. What if he was just unlucky and got all his guesses wrong, resulting in a "zero score"? That would still be a thousand times better than "getting a zero score for not writing his name"!

Lao Hei told Baijiu the cruel truth: "There is a bomb at the baggage delivery area."

"It's a small nuclear bomb."

"That ridiculous riddle I just asked you...is the code needed to defuse the bomb."

Baijiu forced himself to remain rational, trying to digest this explosive news: "Um... wait a moment, wait a moment."

His brows were furrowed, and his tone was filled with unprecedented reproach: "Why didn't you tell me earlier?!"

"That... white wine..." When Macallan heard the voice of white wine, it was as if he was injected with a strange sedative. His anxious mood calmed down a lot in an instant, just like a crying baby hearing the voice of his mother.

"The main thing is... you already have enough to deal with, and we don't want to... disturb you."

McAllen stated the reasons, his tone like a child who had made a mistake and was waiting to be scolded.

"Listen!" Baijiu maintained his original tone but emphasized his tone with unquestionable authority. "If you discover something like a nuclear bomb, you should tell me immediately!"

"Okay," he stopped complaining and got to the point. "How much time do we have left?"

"Well... less than twenty seconds." Lao Hei's voice was full of embarrassment.

"Twenty seconds?!"

Baijiu repeated it incredulously, his voice changing slightly.

If he were drinking water now, he would definitely be choked to death - yes, he would die from the shock of the news "twenty seconds"!

This is ridiculous! So they only thought of informing him when the nuclear bomb was about to explode?!

It’s like you accidentally set fire to your neighbor’s house, and the neighbor calmly says, “It’s okay, just put out the fire in time.”

He remained rational and asked you how long the fire had been burning, but you told him, "It's been five hours and it's about to burn to the main beam of your house." Only then did he choose to confess.

Because his kitchen has already started to burn!

"Fuck, twenty seconds." Baijiu repeated it again in disbelief, as if this was the only way to make his brain accept this fact.

However, he quickly forced himself to dilute his shock and think positively: at least there are not only two seconds left to speak, and there is still a possibility of making amends.

Don’t heroes in certain movies always turn the tide in the last ten seconds?

Dismantling a nuclear bomb in twenty seconds... well, theoretically there is still hope.

This is better than having to hug each other and say sentimental last words when there are only two seconds left.

"Wait a minute! Liquor Team Leader!" Macallan rarely used the honorific "Team Leader." "There's still one puzzle left to solve! I'm still thinking! Only twelve seconds left!"

"I understand," Baijiu said in an unusually calm tone, as if they were discussing what to have for dinner. "What's the riddle?"

"Before I can finish explaining the whole thing to you, we're all going to be blown to the sky!"

Macallan did not explain the mystery to the liquor, and this is indeed the case.

By the time Baijiu has fully understood the situation, they will probably already be holding a group meeting in heaven.

"Don't be so pessimistic, McAllen, we still have a chance." Lao Hei continued to comfort him in the headset.

"Damn it! It's so fucking damned!" McCarron was on the verge of collapse. He pounded the cold shell of the nuclear bomb device with his fists, while reporting the countdown in a shredded voice, "Why do we always end up like this?! Why?!"

"There are only ten seconds left!"

"Nine!"

"Eight!"

"seven!"

"six!"

"five!"

While counting down desperately, McAllen wandered and groped around the device in vain like a madman, looking for the last ray of hope.

Although he kept saying depressing words, his actions were very honest - at least he didn't sit on the ground and wait to die.

Suddenly, his eyes were fixed on an extremely hidden position under the base of the nuclear bomb - there was a row of letters engraved there that was almost ignored!

It is engraved with: GOODLUCD

Obviously missing a key "K"!

"Four!"

"three!"

A light of survival suddenly flashed in Macallan's eyes!

He used the fastest hand speed in his life, his fingers trembling but extremely precise, to push a movable "K" letter module next to it into the vacant position!

GOOD LUCK!

"two!!!"

"one!!!!!!!"

The last number, along with his hoarse shout and the barely audible "click" sound when his fingers pressed the number, disappeared at the end of time.

……

Time seemed to have completely frozen at this moment.