Marvel, who rescued him? !

For George, dealing with these reporters was more physically and mentally tiring than solving the case.

When I dragged my tired body back to the police station, most of the police officers had already gone home from get off work, and there were only a few left.

Sitting in his seat, he took off his tie and threw it towards the table.

He picked up the kettle and poured himself a glass of water.

Those damn reporters made him dizzy with their questions and his mouth was about to dry up, but they asked:

"Is Kaitou Kidd his suitor? So I came to challenge him."

Listening to the increasingly outrageous questions, George wanted to stick the microphone into his mouth.

He lay on the chair with his head raised and raised his hand to rub his eyebrows.

Harry stuck his head out and asked:

"How's it going? George, do you feel like you're so happy to be so popular? Are you about to get a call from a beautiful reporter?"

"I didn't ask for their phone number, but they asked for mine."

After calming down, George looked up at Harry.

Harry gloated casually:

"So, did you give it to them? They will definitely harass you day and night."

George nodded:

"That's right, so I gave them your phone number."

Harry was stunned and looked at George stupidly.

Are you too much of a friend?

George stood up and walked to Harry, patted him on the shoulder and comforted:

"Don't worry, anyway...it won't be you who answers the phone!"

George took a step back suddenly, with a serious expression on his face, and drew his pistol and pointed it at Harry.

"Qiao...George, what are you doing? You just gave my phone number to someone else. I just don't blame you, and there is no need to kill someone to silence you..."

George looked at Harry coldly and looked at Harry's face carefully:

"Stop pretending, you were exposed the first time I saw you."

Harry, who was holding his hands up, was shaking all over, as if he was about to wet his pants.

"Qiao...George..., I...what did I do wrong? It was indeed my fault to add salt to your bitter coffee can, but there is no need to kill me~"

The corner of George's mouth twitched, no wonder he always felt that the coffee tasted wrong recently.

"Qiao...George..., I... am indeed a New York detective. How did you discover me?"

Harry's expression changed and he calmed down, ignoring the gun in front of him and looking straight at George's face.

Knowing that this person was really not Harry, George's expression turned even worse.

"Say! What did you do to Harry?"

As he spoke, he took a step forward, ready to arrest "Harry".

"Harry" smiled slightly, and white smoke exploded all over his body. George was shocked. He thought "Harry" wanted to use this to escape, but just as he was about to catch up, he saw another figure revealed under the smoke. .

He was about fifteen or sixteen years old, with a handsome face, wearing a white medieval top hat, a white suit, a white cape behind him, a single eye in his right eye, a blue shirt, a red tie, and stood with his hands in his pockets.

George was stunned for a moment, looked at the other person's young face, and unconsciously lowered the muzzle of his gun.

Kuroba Kaito bent down and made a gentleman's salute, and said with a smile: "Dear Mr. Detective, I am very honored to meet you."

"Although I am just an ordinary magician, my white gloves will never be stained with any blood. Don't worry, the fat uncle is fine. I just asked him to sleep in the trash can. I hope Detective George can give me an explanation. Confused, where did I expose my flaw?"

Looking at Kuroba Kaito in pure white, George felt that this was not magic, this was simply magic.

After a slight hesitation, the muzzle of the gun was lowered onto Kuroba Kaito's legs again.

"The first odor is that Harry has a strong smell of sweat, and he likes to cover it up with strong perfume. The smell is so unpleasant that it even cured other people's rhinitis, but you don't have any odor."

Kuroba Kaito nodded and listened carefully to George's opinions.

"The second step, the walking posture is a person's habit, which cannot be imitated without long-term observation. Although you look exactly the same, and you were out of breath when you returned to the police station, Harry is used to hugging his beer belly, but you are not, I felt a little strange at the time.”

"Third language, Harry likes to make gestures, small movements, and micro-expressions when he talks, but you don't have any of them, and you're not as greasy as him."

"Fourth is eating. Harry eats voraciously and is very hungry. You can tell by looking at you that you are a picky eater. You will definitely not be able to eat his Mexican chicken tacos."

Kuroba Kaito sighed.

"I thought I had done a good enough job, but I didn't expect that there were still so many flaws. Thank you for your correction, Detective George. Detective Harry is in the trash can next to the police station. I don't think he will have any life." dangerous."

As he spoke, he crossed his hands, turned his palms over, and two playing cards popped out of his hands.

"do not move!"

George shouted and pointed at Kuroba Kaito's legs with vigilance.

Two playing cards popped out, and George glanced at them unconsciously. Kuroba Kaito was enveloped in smoke and fell backwards. When George coughed and waved away the smoke, Kuroba Kaito was no longer there. .

"Oh~Fake!"

Putting the pistol back into his waist and looking at a police officer who hurried over, George frowned slightly and rushed out of the police station.

There are garbage bins on both sides of the police station, and they are filled with black garbage bags.

Finally, I found Harry in the trash can on the left side of the police station. When I opened the lid, I saw Harry's leather shoes. Looking up, I saw that Harry was sleeping very peacefully with his hands on his stomach. His body was also covered with garbage. and leftovers.

Looking at Harry's rising and falling chest, George breathed a sigh of relief and called out with bated breath:

"Harry, wake up Harry."

Harry in the trash can opened his hazy eyes.

"Oh~Fake! Where is this? Why am I here!"

Several clips flashed through his mind, he patted the garbage off his body and yelled:

"That damn little brat actually dares to do this to me. I want to stick him in the trash can. Oh my God, this is so disgusting. I want to vomit. I want to kill him!"

Dragging his bloated figure, he struggled to dig out the trash can.

A stink emanated from Harry's body, coupled with Harry's peculiar smell, which made George's scalp numb and he couldn't help but take a step back.

George's actions made Harry grit his teeth.

"That little bastard, I'm going to fill his mouth with garbage."

"Okay, Harry, hurry up and take a shower in the police station and change into new clothes? That kid won't give up and will take action tonight."

Harry's vicious little eyes widened, he pulled out a pistol from his waist and said to George:

"Take me there. We will guard the door of the evidence room. If he dares to show up, I will shoot him into a sieve."

George smiled awkwardly and comforted:

"Look, you weren't actually harmed in any way, and the phantom thief is just a kid."

"No harm done!?" Harry pointed at the stain on his chest and said:

"Can't you see that my heart is full of holes? I want him to be full of holes too."