Conan's Strongest Uncle

After a short while, there were familiar footsteps behind Conan, and Hattori Heiji, who was soaked wet, ran over, his eyes shining brightly.

The two of them looked at each other with a tacit understanding, and immediately followed the old man walking slowly in front of them.

It's just that neither of them noticed, it was in the alley on the right they passed.

A group of ruthless characters with fierce faces and tattoos have been peeping at the two like wild wolves.

The leader was still talking on the phone, and out of sight of Conan and Hattori Heiji, the bald old man murmured, with a small bluetooth headset attached to his ear, answering the call.

The bald old man glanced at the wide-angle lens on the side of the road, and saw the young man and child stalking him behind him, and a sneer appeared on the corner of his mouth.

Its cloudy old eyes became indifferent: "Since you yourself want to die, don't blame me, hehe!"

Hattori Heiji and Conan didn't even know that their tracks had been discovered. They followed the bald old man to an abandoned factory and saw the old man put his umbrella in.

Conan felt a little uneasy, although the rain covered his voice, but he still felt as if someone was following him.

Conan couldn't help but said, "Heiji, do you feel something is wrong?"

But Conan turned his head and saw that Hattori Heiji had already followed into the factory, and Conan couldn't help rolling his eyes: This guy, really!

Hattori Heiji had already made up his mind to catch the murderer in front of his father. He was naturally impulsive. He was passionate and focused on the stalker. He didn't notice any prying eyes, nor did he pay attention to Conan's unease, so he followed directly into the factory. bingo.

Conan frowned, but he could only walk in quietly.

However, just as he was about to follow Hattori Heiji in front of him, a large hand suddenly stretched out from the shadows behind him, covering Conan's mouth and nose.

Conan didn't have time to react, he was completely controlled, and the man wrapped Conan into the shadows.

Hattori Heiji, who wanted to solve the case, didn't notice Conan's disappearance at all. He couldn't see Conan when he was halfway there, and thought that Conan was running to the toilet.

This is also Hattori Heiji's ability to trust Kudou, who is as famous as himself.

Seeing that the murderer and the victim were all above, he quickly turned his head and continued to follow.

The iron ladder was old and in disrepair, and Hattori Heiji struggled to make no noise, and soon came to the second floor of the abandoned factory.

As for Conan, he was not caught by the tattooed people, on the contrary, the person who just caught him was Hattori Heizou.

In fact, Tōyama Ginshirō recognized him as the mastermind of the treasure-burning case thirteen years ago.

After getting to know the situation with Tōyama Ginshirō, Hattori Heizou acted in a play at the Bridge of Bliss in order to avoid being stunned by the grass, and flexibly displayed the tactic of showing the enemy's weakness.

He provoked his son, and took this bizarre serial murder case as a suicide, and withdrew a large number of police forces.

Let his son and police officer Otaki investigate the case there, while he secretly operates with Tōyama Ginshirō, secretly surveilling and following the bad house, and laying a net in advance at his destination.

Conan was held by Hattori Heizou and took the escape elevator to the top floor of the abandoned factory.

As soon as Conan saw Tōyama Ginshirō and others at the top of the factory, as well as the SWAT officers with real guns waiting to be fired.

Conan understood in an instant: Damn, these old yin are so good at acting!

As soon as he understood, Conan couldn't help but pity Hattori Heiji, who was still in the dark: It seems that you want to catch the murderer in front of your father, I'm afraid it's impossible!

Tōyama Ginshirō said, "Isn't this the kid next to Detective Mouri? How could he be here!"

Hattori Heizou's face became more and more gloomy: "Heiji is too unstable. He even took the child with him when he was in danger. He has no ability to deal with things at all. When this incident is understood, I must talk about him."

Conan's head sweated immediately, and he accidentally slapped Hattori Heiji again.

Hattori Heizou squatted down, with a sinister face showing a smile that was uglier than crying, and his big hand touched Conan's head: "Child, don't be afraid, don't scream later, everything is there with Uncle!"

Conan couldn't help twitching when he saw the old face in front of him, but he could only obediently nodded.

...

The bald old man Zaoya Yuxian came to the second floor of the factory, and the squinting man Shigehiko Shigehaka was already waiting for him. The iron barrel next to him was burning with flames, bringing a faint light to the nearby area.

"Brother Xieban, I'm here, where is the [Tiger Scroll] you said?" A longing look appeared in Zouwu Youxian's eyes.

Shigehiko Xiesaka chuckled and said, "It's in the box over there, bro, you can take it when you find it, anyway, I'm not interested in the treasure of the [Golden King]!"

"Brother Xie Ban, thank you so much!" The sound of wheezing from the shabby house grew louder, and he ran to the dark box and began to rummage.

However, there are too many things in the box, and there is no way to find the desired [Tiger Scroll].

When the bald old man saw the flashlight beside him, he couldn't help but pick it up, and Shigehiko Shigehiko narrowed his eyes with a gleam of revenge.

At this moment, Hattori Heiji's voice appeared: "I advise you not to turn on that flashlight, otherwise, you will be burned to a charred corpse like Mr. Kato!"

Hearing the sudden sound of a stranger's voice, Shigehiko Kyosaka immediately turned pale in shock, and the bald old man turned around with a gloomy expression.

"The flashlight has a special structure composed of gunpowder and dry batteries. Once the switch is turned on, it will explode, and the flame will not be easily extinguished if it sticks to you. Then it will naturally end in the same way as Kato Yuji."

Hattori Heiji walked out with his hands in his pockets in a self-assured posture, and Conan above couldn't help staring blankly at Hattori Heiji, the saucy bag underneath.

"Mr. Kato was killed by Mr. Kyosaka in the same way. Mr. Kyosaka used [Torano Scroll] to lure him to the roof of the castle tower."

"Because it was raining and the weather was dark, Kato wanted to look for the [Tora no Scroll]. When he saw a more convenient flashlight next to him, he naturally replaced the lighter in his hand with a flashlight, which created the illusion of self-immolation."

The squinting man Shigehiko Kyosaka said: "But anyone can do this kind of trick, why do you say it's me?"

Hattori Heiji sneered: "Anyone can do it. Mr. Kato gave the death message before he died. He was holding the umbrella, which actually means Oda Nobunaga's golden umbrella, so naturally he is playing Oda Nobunaga today. Mr. Kyosaka!"

Shigehiko Kyosaka hurriedly retorted: "This is too ridiculous, can you be sure that the murderer is me with just one gesture?"

"Of course it's more than that, I have other..."

Hattori Heiji hasn't finished speaking yet.

The bald old man with a gloomy face was not in the mood to listen to Shigehiko Shigehiko's sophistry. He threw the flashlight in his hand and let him fly in the air.

The flashlight flying in mid-air burst into a string of bright white fireworks, and the truth was naturally revealed!

The bald old man Zakuya Yuxian pointed his pistol at Shigehiko Shigeruhiko: "It turns out that you really killed Kato and Katagiri, dear boy, who are you? Why are you attacking them, and you still want to plot against me!"

At this moment, the offense and defense were reversed, and the poor house had a hideous expression, which was like a devil under the firelight.

Hattori Heiji is about to scold her mother. He worked so hard to collect information just to reason at this moment. At this moment of highlight, when he appeared before people, he pretended to be a god, and he was so simply and rudely destroyed. It's unforgivable!