Conan: Begins to collaborate with Miss Bayonetta and become famous

"Listen to the sound?"

"Yes, the sound of footsteps on the floor, the sound of bamboo swords colliding, and the loud shouts of the contestants when they make moves, hearing these brings me back to the past."

Deceased: Can you help me call the police first?

How come everyone is so calm and still has the leisure to chat here?

"When I was young, I also practiced kendo. Four years ago, I sat in the audience to watch the competition. After I became blind, every time there was a competition, I would come here to listen to the sounds."

The old man smiled faintly: "It has become a habit without you even realizing it."

"So, what exactly happened here?"

After hearing this, Lu Xin calmly stated: "There is a man here whose throat was cut."

"What...what?" The old man shuddered for a moment: "Then...then the person who walked towards me after I heard the groaning, could he be the murderer?"

Conan lifted the frame: Are you going to let him go just because he is blind?

"Oh, right." The old man calmed down and touched his upper lip with his fingers: "I remember the murderer said something like this at the time."

"The cutter knife is stained with blood and needs to be replaced. Bring me a replacement."

Conan and Xiaolan asked in unison: "Grandpa, did you hear the murderer speak?"

"Hmm..." the old man recalled, "But I didn't hear the voice of the person who was talking to him. Maybe the murderer was talking to someone on the phone at that time."

"Then grandpa, do you know where the murderer ran after he walked up to you?"

"I know." The old man pointed to the toilet on the side and said, "He went over there. He should have gone that way."

Conan continued to ask: "So, grandpa! Did anyone else pass by you later?"

“Yes.” The old man stroked his beard, “Maybe there are two more people. They all went to the toilet, but no one should have come out of the toilet since then.”

"Go past me again."

Lu Xin touched the tip of her nose: "If that's the case, then the murderer is still in the toilet."

"Okay!" Xiaolan bravely walked towards the toilet, looking straight ahead with a determined expression.

"No! Lan!" Lu Xin said excitedly, and immediately grabbed Xiao Lan's arm: "Think about it! Since the murderer called his accomplice to bring a knife."

"Doesn't that mean he might still be planning to kill people?"

"What Sister Lu Xin said is right." Conan echoed, "I think it would be better for us to stay here and call the police to come over."

"Yeah...that's right." Xiaolan suddenly realized, took out her cell phone and called the police.

"Hello? Officer Takagi, someone was killed near the restroom at the Toudou Gymnasium."

Baijiu put one hand in his pocket, half-closed his eyes, walked to the dead man and looked him over roughly.

There were no defensive wounds on the body. Could the murderer have been an acquaintance?

Conan looked at the shadow of a man carrying a knife, approaching gradually. He jokingly said, "What's up, Hattori? Did you hear the news and come running over so quickly?"

"Ok?"

The person who came was not Hattori, but Okita Souji, who looked very similar to Kudo Shinichi.

He carried the wooden sword, looked at the corpse and sighed, "It's just like the ancient times of killing people by testing the sword, and it looks like the person who did it is very skilled."

"You...who are you?" Conan asked in confusion.

"What?" Baijiu looked at Okita in disbelief, and compared it with Conan: "Are you sure Kudo's father didn't do anything else when he was young?"

"Me?" Okita pointed at himself and said, "I'm from Kyoto Izumishin High School, Okita Souji."

Xiaolan put away her phone and asked, "Are you the one who used the five-stage stab attack that Ye just mentioned?"

Okita walked towards Xiaolan. The two were very close to each other. His face flushed and he said with a smile: "You are so cute! What is your name, beautiful lady?"

"My...my name is Mao Lilan."

"So your name is Xiaolan! What a nice name! Xiaolan, my family lives in Kamigyo Ward, Kyoto. If you ever come to Kyoto, remember to let me know."

"I can take you everywhere to play, and I'll definitely make you very satisfied!"

Xiaolan stared at Okita, and Kudo's fantasy gradually emerged: This... this person, why does he look so similar to Shinichi?

Baijiu covered his mouth and laughed secretly. It seemed that Conan was unlucky today.

"Ahem!" Conan coughed deliberately and looked at Okita unhappily: "You just said that the murderer was a master with great skills. How did you know that?"

“You can tell at a glance.” Okita blinked his big innocent eyes.

"Yeah, yeah." Conan was a little impatient, jealous: "Look at the wound, the deceased was killed by a single blow, how can an amateur like me——"

"No." Okita explained patiently, "I was talking about clothes."

"Clothes?" Conan was a little confused.

"Dark blue suit, grey trousers, dark red tie. This man is the referee of the kendo competition."

"I see." Conan suddenly understood.

"Since this person is a referee, he must be a high-ranking person. A high-ranking person was killed with a single blow, which shows that the murderer is very powerful."

Xiaolan stared at Okita's back for a long time, her eyes flickering: This person really looks like Shinichi...

"Hmm?" Okita noticed Xiaolan out of the corner of his eye: "What? Are you obsessed with me?"

"No...no." Xiaolan lowered her head shyly.

He tossed his bangs upwards: "Don't underestimate a warrior. I can tell by the aura you carry."

The two looked at each other, and suddenly, with a "whoosh" sound, the wooden sword smashed towards Okita's shoulder. Hattori retorted disdainfully: "What can you understand by relying on aura, idiot!"

"Hattori?" Okita held his shoulder: "It hurts."

Hattori crossed his arms and warned in a serious tone: "And you have to remember, she is my good friend's woman, you are not allowed to have any ideas about her!"

Okita sighed helplessly: "What does it matter? He didn't see it anyway."

Conan stared at Okita fiercely, gnashing his teeth and muttering to himself: "Sorry, I've been watching you."

"But speaking of which." Hattori changed the subject: "I was planning to come here to practice for a while before competing with you, but I didn't expect to run into you."

Hattori stroked Conan's hair and squatted down to examine the body: "And I also encountered a murder case, am I right?"

"grim Reaper."