I really can't control myself

"Of course... no." Linton replied immediately.

"Huh?" Officers Takagi Wataru and Megure were stunned again. Judging from Linton's tone, they thought he had solved the case.

"The question just now was too long. I didn't listen at all. How can this case be solved?" Linton said, spreading his hands.

"..." It has to be said that they have encountered many people who claim to be detectives, but this is the first one to be so unreliable.

Linton didn't lie. Although he had read the original work, the question was how many cases there were in Conan. Apart from a few more important cases, Linton still remembered some, but who could remember who the other criminals were. The method of the case may be more vivid in his memory, which means that if Conan solves the case, he might be able to recall it, but Linton said that he calls himself a detective, so how can it be later than Conan? This must be a win.

"Officer, you know, I am a detective," Linton said, "and I am a famous detective."

"Uh..." Both of them were a little unsure of what Linton meant by this.

"As a famous detective, solving crimes naturally has its own characteristics, do you understand?" Linton said.

"Oh, I see, that means Brother Linton has his own special method for solving crimes, right?" Officer Megure said, "What kind of method is that?"

"Officer Memu has met a lot of detectives," Linton said. "Each detective's method of solving crimes is very different. For example, some like to grow bigger and smaller, like to bet on grandpa, like to play with dolls, and famous detectives. The selling point is that it’s a famous detective, don’t you think?”

"Uh... I don't seem to have such an impression." Officer Memu here scratched his head and said, "I haven't seen anything about getting bigger or smaller, or betting on grandpa, and it doesn't sound like the work of a detective." Bar.

On the other hand, Conan next to him had a black head, getting bigger and smaller? It's not about yourself.

"In short, as a detective, you must have your own selling point, and my selling point is...superpower." Linton said suddenly.

"What?" Not only Officer Megure and Takagi Wataru, but also everyone else present were stunned. We were talking about detectives, why did we suddenly start talking about metaphysics?

"Uh... Speaking of superpowers, this is..." Takagi Wataru was stunned for a moment and then suddenly remembered something. Yes, isn't Linton called an immortal? It seems...

"In short, I am very good at using super powers to solve crimes." Linton said.

"Um...Mr. Linton, do you mean...using your mind to estimate the prisoner?" Officer Megure asked.

"Officer, are you kidding me?" Xia Horiyong, one of the suspects next to him, was a little impatient. His super powers were pretty good at solving crimes, but he didn't do anything. Could it be that this person just used his super powers to say that he was a criminal? This is too ridiculous. Yes, in his opinion, Linton is a liar. Everyone knows that superpowers are fake. Why does this police officer still seem to believe it? These police officers really have no problem with their minds.

"Didn't you watch the noon news?" asked Takagi Wataru here.

"We have been working overtime all day today, so we have no time to watch the news." Xia Horiyong said, "Otherwise, why would we be working overtime so late, and we can only order takeout for dinner."

"Uh... Anyway, let's listen to what Mr. Linton has to say first." Takagi Wataru didn't know how to explain it. How could you believe what he said without seeing it with your own eyes? "Does Mr. Linton want to use divination or other magic? "

"What's that?" Linton waved his hand, "To deal with those useless things, why not just pull this man up and ask who killed him?"

"Huh?" Officer Memu and Takagi Wataru were stunned again and pulled him up? What is this statement?

"Humph, don't you understand? This is my, super-powerful detective Linton's unique detective secret technique!" Linton said with his chest raised and his head held high.

"You're not a detective at all." Conan next to him couldn't help but said.

"This is my authentic detective technique. Don't bite people randomly when you lose." Linton said.

"There must be a limit to nonsense. Who would do such a thing as a detective? And when did I start competing?" Conan shouted.

"The moment the dead man appears, the detective's game has already begun." Linton said solemnly, looking up at the ceiling.

"So I said from the beginning that you have nothing to do with the detective." Conan said, holding his forehead.

"Uh... Well, Mr. Linton, what's the situation anyway?" Officer Megure interrupted the conversation between the two and asked.

"It literally means, watch, I'm going to use my exclusive detective skills." Linton said.

"So can you remove the word detective..." Conan said.

"Get up, you unlucky guy who was killed by Conan." Linton pointed directly at the dead man on the ground.

"Hey!" Conan shouted directly, "I told you what does this have to do with me?"

However, no one cared about Conan's words at this time, because with Linton's finger, the corpse on the ground began to react. At this time, the body was originally placed nearby to be taken away for examination. As a result, with Linton's finger, the white cloth on the body suddenly flew up, quickly flew to the side and folded it. After a while, the body was directly As if being carried by someone, he floated slowly back to the crime scene in front of everyone, and then lay down on the white line.

Before anyone could react, the corpse here suddenly began to eat and twitch, and then even screamed. After lying on the ground for 2 minutes, the corpse here suddenly stood up and lowered his hands from his throat. At the same time, a bitten hamburger in an evidence bag nearby suddenly flew out and fell back into the hands of President Dejima who stood up. The corpse's hand, while he himself spit out the last bite of the burger from his mouth to complete the burger.

The astonishing operation stunned everyone present. What did they see? A person who had just been lying on the ground covered with a white cloth was resurrected in front of their eyes? Is this really a resurrection? President Dejima is starting to move, so what is going on in front of him? With their knowledge, it was completely impossible to explain what they saw in front of them.

"What...is going on?" President Dejima asked, looking really confused.

Then he saw everyone present except Linton take a step back.

"What happened?" President Dejima asked again. His memory was a bit confused and he couldn't react for a while.

"Is it okay if you die quickly next time? Every time you scream on the ground, you have to wait for two minutes." Linton took a step forward and said directly.

"Every time?" Conan couldn't help but ask, can this happen many times?

"Huh?" President Dejima looked at Linton who was angry with him with a puzzled expression.

"Okay, let's tell everyone who killed you." Linton stood next to President Dejima, waved his hand with satisfaction and said to everyone as if he was displaying a product.