Conan's organization will end sooner or later without me

"That's right."

Mao Lilan and Toyama Kazuha looked in the direction Yin Jiu's finger was pointing, and when they saw Numabuchi Kiichiro who was obviously being suppressed, they both breathed a sigh of relief.

"It seems that the other party is also a victim," Yin Jiu looked at Zhuoyuan. The other party's steps were disorderly, his expression was a little dull, and his eyes were a little scattered. It seemed that he had suffered a lot of abuse.

Tissue cleansing failed to bring the rookie back to life, but instead turned him into a wet chicken with sparse hair.

Yin Jiu turned his head away, not wanting to admit that this kind of guy was almost trained as a peripheral member.

It was also because Yin Jiu turned his head that he missed the sudden change in Numabuchi Kiichiro's expression when he saw him.

It's that woman!

Kiichiro Numabuchi's pupils shrank tightly, and he suddenly staggered and fell forward. When he got up from the ground, he had picked up a sharp knife in his hand.

"careful!"

Officer Yuanshan was shocked and reached out to try to stop him, but Numayuan went crazy and ran forward without paying any attention.

Fight!

"boom!"

As the knife hit the glass window, a bloody mark appeared on Kiichirō Numabuchi's knuckles. The bright red blood immediately flowed down along the tip of the knife and spread in the shape of a spider web on the broken glass window.

"die!"

The blood stimulated Numayuan's emotional nerves, and he raised the knife high above his head.

However, he saw Yin Jiu in the car turned around and smiled coldly. It was the smile of a successful trick, the contempt of a hunter judging his prey.

A creepy sense of danger exploded in Kiichiro Numabuchi's heart. It was the instinctive fear of facing a strong enemy that he had been trained to have in the organization.

"Ah!" Kiichiro Numabuchi cried out subconsciously, and with all his strength, he pressed the handle of the knife down heavily.

"Xiaojiu!"

In fear, Mao Lilan dragged Yin Jiu farther away from the window, and Yuanshan Heye also opened the door directly.

"Don't worry, the glass of police cars is designed to be bulletproof, so it's not that easy to break."

Yin Jiu comforted Mao Lilan in a calm voice, and Officer Toyama finally arrived and twisted Numabuchi's knife-holding right hand behind his back and pressed it against the car window.

"It looks like Numazuchi's condition isn't very good either."

Yin Jiu's smiling eyes met Numabuchi Kiichiro's eyes, and the man who was held down suddenly became limp and fell down, and the knife in his hand fell to the ground with a crisp "click" sound.

"What's going on?" Maori Kogoro got out of the passenger seat and ran around to Officer Toyama's side. He helped grab Kiichiro Numabuchi's clothes by his shoulders to prevent him from falling to the ground. Seeing that his eyes were closed, Maori Kogoro was immediately surprised and asked, "He seems to have lost consciousness?"

"He must have fainted from hunger." Yuanshan waved his hand and asked his men to arrest the man and put him in the car. He took the initiative to explain to Maori, "He was locked up in the wooden house here and had been hungry for several meals. The murderer must have wanted to use his fugitive status to exonerate himself. Fortunately, he was discovered in time and no big mistake was made."

"Then the criminal should be well aware of the internal information of your police," Yin Jiu suddenly said, "In order to prevent such a famous wanted criminal from having accomplices, the police would announce the arrest of the criminal to the public later. If the criminal was not absolutely sure that Kiichiro Numabuchi had not been arrested, how could he choose him as a scapegoat in advance?"

Yin Jiu just raised a question, and before Officer Yuanshan could speak, the police officer in charge of the search in the house ran out in a hurry.

"No...something bad has happened!" The police officer gasped, and the photo in his hand was not held tightly and flew in the wind and fell in front of several people.

“This is…” Several people leaned over to look, and then looked at each other.

"It happened!"

-

Regardless of Toyama and Ye's anxiety, Sakata pointed his gun at his temple. "It's all over. Let's put an end to this..."

"Snapped!"

Before Sakata could finish his words, a football came from nowhere and knocked his pistol down. Hattori Heiji raised his hand without hesitation and slapped Sakata in the face.

He used great force, almost concentrating all his strength on his palm.

Sakata tilted his head, and half of his face swelled up.

"I'm sorry," Sakata touched his swollen face and laughed at himself, "The coach who died 20 years ago was my father. He was a very careful driver and would always remind my mom to pay attention to the rearview mirror. How could such a person drive under the influence of alcohol?"

"In order to find out the truth, I became a detective. The mystery was solved when I found the fugitive Kiichiro Numabuchi in the mountains. When he saw me, who looked like his father, he suddenly got scared and told me everything."

"However, the statute of limitations for murder is 15 years, and as a criminal police officer, I have no choice. So..."

"So... I decided to enforce justice for them! Convict them! I..."

"What the hell are you doing, you bastard!" Hattori Heiji interrupted Sakata with a roar, "You are the only policeman in Japan who can legally carry a gun! Why aren't you proud of this?"

Hattori Heiji grabbed Sakata's collar and asked harshly, "Are you worthy of the Sakura symbol?"

"You're right."

The door was opened and Officer Yuanshan rushed in with a group of police officers.

"It seems that our little detective has come to the rescue again this time." Yin Jiu picked up the football from somewhere and handed it to the little boy who was leaning against the wall with the reflection of his glasses.

"Thank you... uh... Yin Jiu, brother..."

Conan took the football and subconsciously wanted to thank this kind-hearted person.

Who knew that when Conan raised his head, he met the eyes of Yin Jiu, who had a half-smile and deep eyes.

Yin Jiu looked at him meaningfully for a while and then stopped looking at him. Instead, he turned to Hattori Heiji and took the initiative to check the injuries of the two men.

Conan was left standing still by Yin Jiu's ferocious look. He held the photo Yin Jiu handed to him stiffly, motionless like a sheep being targeted by a predator.

-

After the trip to Daba, a few days passed peacefully.

I don't know when the weather became hot again, late autumn turned into midsummer, as if the world had changed completely overnight.

Yin Jiu was accustomed to this. No matter how things changed, the people living a normal life seemed not to be afraid of the cold or the heat, and they would never change their fashions throughout the year.

Not to mention that he was a vampire and couldn't feel much temperature difference when not exposed to sunlight.

"You said Yin Jiu might have discovered your identity?"

"Well, I'm not sure yet, but the other party must have begun to suspect."

"Why are you so careless?"

"Don't you know how sharp he is?"

"Haha, so how are you going to make up for it now?"

"We can only take it one step at a time. By the way, the clue my dad gave Hattori is the Spider Mansion in Tottori Prefecture. Maybe Hattori will accompany us there. Do you want to come?"

"Tottori? No way!"

"Ah."

The two little kids sitting in the front row of Yin Jiu were watching the game and chatting idly, but they didn't notice that behind them, a pair of tolerant and loving wine-red eyes were taking in everything.