[Group Conan] The organization is called the Fifth Personality

The whole bus was dark, and Conan could not see the expressions of the three suspects clearly.

"Everyone, hand over your cell phones. If you don't cooperate, you will die immediately!" The current location is in the tunnel, and they are not afraid of passengers secretly calling the police.

The robber in the middle said, he took out a bag from the luggage bag and started collecting cell phones from the first row of passengers.

Everyone cooperated very well, including the painter and the sculptor who handed over their cell phones. Only Conan avoided collecting his cell phone on the grounds that he was a child.

In less than five minutes, the cell phones were collected. The robber threw the bag full of cell phones next to the luggage bag, and then stood there with his hands holding the gun.

[Aura Painter (Painter): Ah, although the criminal has a gun in his hand, we will definitely be fine with Conan.

Master Sculptor (Sculptor): Are we going to help him later? This time there is only Conan, and there are three enemies, and they are still holding guns.

Aura Painter (Painter): Help, since God arranged us here, doesn't he want us to work together?

Master Sculptor: I can't just take out the statue in this situation. I'll attack them with the stone in my hand in a while, and bump into them by the way, so that they can experience the power of my modified wheelchair.

Spiritual Painter: Then I'll take out the painting to freeze them, no matter how many I can freeze, you attack directly. 】

Before Conan could figure out what to do, the red-hatted man on the right seat raised a painting and shouted:

"Hey, can you take a look at my painting? I want to get your comments."

The three robbers and other passengers in the car subconsciously focused their eyes on his painting, and then fell into a kind of obsession. This painting seemed to have some magic, attracting them not to divert their attention, even though the dim environment made some people unable to see the content of the painting.

Conan didn't care about the painting, just glanced at the red-hatted man and continued to fall into his own thoughts: The other two robbers are likely to be the muscular man and the red-haired woman. The muscular man is likely to have a gun hidden under his loose coat, and the red-haired woman's should be hidden in her boots.

"Bang--"

A painful sound rang out, and Conan quickly locked onto the location of the sound. It was the robber next to the driver who was hit on the head by a stone and then fainted on the ground.

He seemed to have seen that stone before.

He turned his head to look at the lady in the wheelchair next to him. She controlled the wheelchair and drove straight forward. When she was about to reach the robber closest to her, a stick suddenly popped out from the bottom of the wheelchair, sweeping across the robber's lower body, and the robber fell heavily to the ground.

Seeing that the robber in the middle was about to come to his senses, the lady took off the stick and threw it at him.

The stick touched the head and made another bang. The robber took two crooked steps and finally fell to the ground.

Before the passengers and the driver who realized what happened could cheer, a gun was pressed against the sculptor's head from the side.

"Be honest, or I'll send you to heaven." The muscular man took out a rope from somewhere and tied the sculptor to the wheelchair with one hand, focusing on tying her hands.

The suspicious man who attracted Conan to follow him in the car also stood up and laughed:

"Haha, if anyone dares to make a move, I will send him to heaven immediately, don't learn from this guy."

He took the gun from his waist and pointed it at the painter, his hand on the trigger, increasing the force little by little. Conan secretly aimed the anesthetic needle at him, and just when he was about to press it, he suddenly pointed the muzzle at the roof of the car and fired.

Even with a silencer installed, the sound of the gun still made people feel a little nervous.

[Aura Painter (Painter): Aren't there always three criminals in Conan's world? ! Why are there two more? !

Master Sculptor (Sculptor): That's because there are usually three suspects. Alas, it's our fault that Conan has seen less and knows less about the routine.

Spiritual Painter (Painter): If I knew that I would travel to Conan's world one day, I would not abandon Conan, but would read it from beginning to end and write eight or ten reviews [crying with his face covered]

Master Sculptor (Sculptor): Don't think about those things, think about what to do now, our brains that can only solve problems are not as flexible as Conan's, so let's adapt to the situation.

At least we have dealt with three people, and we have contributed.

Spiritual Painter (Painter): Conan has not called the police yet, let's contact classmates to help call the police. 】

The painter specially contacted the cheerleaders to call the police, because the cheerleaders can forge the alarm information to make it look like they sent it.

The only thing Conan has that can communicate with the outside world is a mobile phone, and now there is no signal in the tunnel, even if he secretly contacts the police, he can't get in touch, so he can only give up calling the police temporarily.

If there are only these two robbers, he can still try, but there is another robber,How to deal with the red-haired woman?

"Wow--wuwuwu--" the man outside the short-sleeved shirt cried loudly, and he hugged the wine-red-haired woman next to him, "Mom, I want mom, wuwuwu--"

It's obvious that he has some mental problems.

Opportunity!

Conan shot the muscular man with an anesthetic needle, and the other fell to the ground and successfully attracted the attention of the suspicious man next to him. Conan took this opportunity to turn on the switch on his shoes and the belt, and a football came out, and then he kicked it at the suspicious man.

The trajectory of the football was exactly as he expected, but when he kicked the ball, the suspicious man had already noticed him, and the suspicious man narrowly avoided the football.

Conan's pupils trembled for a moment, and he tried to calm down and think about countermeasures.

The sculptor showed an imperceptible smile at the corner of his mouth: Tie my hands to the wheelchair, how dare you?

Just now there was a gun pointing at her and she didn't dare to move. Now one fell to the ground and the other was still in shock. Wouldn't it give her a chance to shoot?

She pressed a switch, and a small stone shot out from the wheelchair armrest, hitting the suspicious man's leg at a very fast speed. The suspicious man half-knelt on the ground in pain, and another stone hit his head. He tilted his head back and fell to the ground.

With the experience of the last time, the sculptor did not immediately put his mind at ease this time. She looked around and met the eyes of the burgundy-haired woman.

Well, there is another one.

The other party broke free from the man who was hugging her and knocked him out with a punch.

"You are very powerful, but this is the end. Goodbye."

She opened the safety bolt on the gun and was about to shoot when she was tripped by a kick and fell to the ground. The sculptor retracted his foot, carefully placed the wheelchair behind him flat on the ground and sat back:

"You are just like this, I'm sorry, my legs are fine."

The painter rushed over to hold her down to prevent her from getting up again, and Conan picked up the guns one by one to prevent someone from threatening them with guns again.

Ordinary passengers watched with their eyes, noses, mouths and hearts. Who knows if there will be another person holding a gun? It is safer for them to stay still.

The sculptor finally cut the rope with a carving knife. She stood up gracefully and handed the rope to the painter, who took it and tied the woman.

[Master Sculptor (Sculptor): How is it? How did I perform just now?

Spiritual Painter (Painter): Wonderful! It’s just that when you stand up, the wheelchair is behind you, which destroys the beauty a little. It almost blocks your whole body.

Master Sculptor (Sculptor): I should have cut the rope earlier. ]

The bus finally drove out of the tunnel. Conan’s mobile phone had a signal display. He called the police. Before the call was connected, he heard the sirens coming from far away and several police cars were approaching the bus.

Although the passengers, especially the driver, felt relieved, it was not much because they were not completely safe.

Who called the police? Or did they just pass by?

Conan turned his head, and the sculptor and the painter smiled at him.

"Hey, big sister and big brother, did you call the police?"

"Yes, the little brother's performance just now was really surprising. He was so calm and composed, unlike an ordinary child."

The sculptor looked at him with an inquiring look, and the painter also showed a thoughtful expression.

"Is... is that so? My dream is to become a superhero! I am learning how to be a superhero, so exciting and cool!"

Conan's expression was exaggerated, and he danced with joy.

"Puff——" ×2

Forgive the two for laughing for a second, "Come on, you will definitely become a superhero!"

"I believe you will realize your dream."

"Thank you, by the way, sister, why do you have to sit in a wheelchair when your legs are not injured?" Conan opened his eyes wide, and seemed very curious.

The sculptor pondered for a while: "Well——just think of me as a performance art."

Conan: It's really performance art.

"Big sister and big brother were awesome just now!"

"Really? Thank you for the compliment."

It was not until the bus was stopped that the driver confirmed that the police were there for them. He stopped the bus and burst into tears: I am also a person with experience.

Several policemen got on the bus cautiously, took away the six guns in Conan's arms, and after checking that there were no other weapons, they handcuffed the unconscious robber, and then carried him away two by two.

The woman who was still conscious was escorted away.

Now it was confirmed that it was really safe. When the police asked about the incident, the passengers talked about what they saw, and their blood boiled.

They all automatically ignored the reason why the muscular man fainted, and at the same time regarded the football kicked by Conan as a naughty kick.

"Uncle police, these bags are full of money. Could they be those bank robbers?"

Conan opened the luggage bag, and the piles of money exposed made the passengers' eyes stare straight.

The police quickly contacted their superiors.

After taking the statement, the painter pushed the sculptor to the exhibition hall they were about to open.

[Aura painter (painter): You can obviously control the wheelchair by yourself, why do you want me to push you?

Master sculptor (sculptor): Because I enjoy this process more, I feel like I am the queen.

Aura painter (painter):?

Aura painter (painter):...

Aura painter (painter): Hey - Your Majesty, how are you~ [that tone]

Master sculptor (sculptor): Push it well, don't be a demon. I will help you carve your five, six, seven or eight wives later.

Aura painter (painter): Sister! You are my only sister, you can use me as you like in the future, I will do my duty!

Master sculptor (sculptor): After carving a wife for you, you will push me for a month, I will not make it difficult for you, I will only let you push a few days a month, after all, I don't have to sit in a wheelchair all the time, it is very cost-effective.

Spiritual Painter (Painter): Yes, it's a good deal. Sister, if you think my speed is not good enough, you can let me know. 】