Conan: About the fact that I have a black brother

Oono Hirakawa was now debt-free and in a great mood after getting rid of all the troubles in his hands. He hummed a little tune while driving slowly back to his apartment.

Ohno Hirakawa didn't know how the public security would react, and he was too lazy to care. The most important thing at the moment was the mess caused by the students.

The second dormitory inspection at the beginning of the school year was generally better than the first, but there were still a few daring students who secretly hid bullet casings when the instructors were not paying attention.

Hachizo Onizuka was scolding him with his eyes wide open, while Oono Hirakawa was standing by and watching the student's every move, feeling strange.

Logically speaking, these bullet casings should be handed in and counted after each get out of class, so how could they be hidden away?

Instructor Murakami, who had gone to count the number of bullets, also came back. Hachizo Onizuka was scolding people for not being able to leave, and he gestured with his eyes for Oono Hirakawa to go and listen.

Instructor Ono Hirakawa and Murakami walked to the corridor outside the office.

Instructor Murakami said solemnly: "There are no missing bullets or shell casings in the warehouse."

That's strange, where did the extra shells come from? It can't be because the first dormitory inspection was not thorough enough and they didn't find them, right?

Oono Hirakawa recalled Onizuka Hachizo's sweeping search and felt that the possibility was very low.

Then the nature becomes bad.

Instructor Murakami didn't want to think so badly of the student: "Maybe it was given by his family. He was carrying it with him during the dormitory inspection so it wasn't found."

It's not impossible. After all, there is a relative in the family who is a policeman or a military policeman, so this kind of thing is easy to get.

"That's right." Ohno Hirakawa replied perfunctorily, "Is there anything wrong with Instructor Murakami's class?"

"Of course there are none." Instructor Murakami sighed, "I found two more magazines. I don't know how they got them. I'll go ask them later. With these students, my wish to retire early is just around the corner."

"Thank you for your hard work." Looking at Instructor Murakami's almost completely white hair, Ono Hirakawa said sincerely, "I will go report to Instructor Onizuka first."

Instructor Murakami didn't say much.

When he re-entered the room, he saw Onizuka Hachizo pick up the water in the teapot and take a big gulp. The student in front of him had a stern face, looking like a dead pig that was not afraid of boiling water, which made Onizuka Hachizo very angry.

"Instructor." Oono Hirakawa quickly stood between the two of them and whispered a few words in Onizuka Hachizo's ear to report the situation.

"What?" Onizuka Hachizo's eyes rolled.

Ono Hirakawa nodded and made way for him. Onizuka Hachizo's eyes turned stern: "I'll ask you one last time, where did the bullet shell come from?!"

The student, Jian Takeda, said nothing, as if nothing would happen if I didn't say anything.

Ono Hirakawa muttered his name and casually took out the diary written by Takeda Jian from the one that Onizuka Hachizo had corrected.

I have a brother who is a policeman...

"Is your brother also a policeman?" Oono Hirakawa interrupted.

Takeda Jian looked at him and nodded almost imperceptibly: "Yes."

"Where is your position?" asked Ono Hirakawa.

Takeda Jian fell silent again.

"Tokyo? Tottori? Saitama? Osaka..." Ono Hirakawa slowly uttered the place names one by one, his eyes fixed on the subtle changes on Takeda Jian's face, "Nagano."

"It's Nagano." Ohno Hirakawa smiled and took out his phone, "Then I know who your brother is? Takeda Shigeru, right?"

Zhu Tianjian said coldly: "All these situations are in my file, why are you asking me?"

"Just answer me properly." Onizuka Hachizo couldn't stand his attitude.

"It's okay, instructor. He didn't steal the shell." Ono Hirakawa smiled slightly, but the scar on his face became particularly terrifying with his expression. "It belonged to his brother, Takeda Shigeru."

"You're talking nonsense! You're slandering me!"

"We'll know if it's just nonsense if we check it out." Ono Hirakawa turned off his phone, and an email had already been sent. "From your attitude, it's obvious that you know about it. It's okay. If you don't want to tell us, then don't tell us. I'll find someone you're willing to tell."

Upon hearing this, Hachizo Onizuka's face changed: "Ono, aren't you going too far?" From his tone, it seemed that he was planning to ask a third party to intervene. After all, it was a matter of the police academy, and no matter how dissatisfied Hachizo Onizuka was with Jian Takeda's attitude, he didn't intend to let outsiders know.

"Instructor, I know the severity of the crime." Oono Hirakawa smiled and handcuffed Takeda Jian to the chair in a lightning-fast manner. He said without blushing or panting, "After this incident, maybe we can both make meritorious deeds."

Onizuka Hachizo was puzzled, but didn't say much.

A week later, good news came from Nagano. An illegal organization called Woodpecker that was lurking in the police force was wiped out, and Takeda Jian's brother Takeda Shigeru was among them.

Onizuka Hachizo exclaimed: "It is indeed a great achievement."

At the same time, Onizuka Yazo and Ono Hirakawa received a thank-you letter from the Nagano Police Station, which mentioned how illegal this organization was and how difficult it was to hunt them down. Finally, they thanked the two for providing clues for the arrest, which gave them a direction for the arrest investigation...

After reading it, Ono Hirakawa just laughed. It was just a template letter without much genuine emotion, so it didn't make him excited.

The problem of the contraband bullets was solved, and the guns were claimed back by Jian Takeda. The remaining miscellaneous magazines were not worth mentioning compared with the hot weapons. After criticizing them one by one, Hachizo Onizuka gave up.

The police academy seemed to have returned to calm.

In the harmonious atmosphere, Hagiwara Kenji's second class arrived.

This time, as Hagiwara Kenji wished, Ono Hirakawa sat at the back of the classroom to listen and stabilize the situation.

This time, Hagiwara Kenji directly brought a C4 bomb over and, like kneading plasticine, he molded the bomb while introducing it: "This type of bomb is very stable. Even if you shoot at it, it may not explode. Generally speaking, it will not explode without a detonator. If you encounter this type of bomb at the scene, don't panic. Stay calm and check if there is a device similar to a detonator. If not, you can be more at ease."

"Does anyone want to try to pinch it?" Kenji Hagiwara held up a palm-sized lump of 'dough' in his hand, and heard Ono Hirakawa put his fist in front of his mouth and coughed. Then he saw the restraining look in his eyes, just like an elder watching a child playing with dough while making New Year's dumplings.

Hagiwara Kenji put down the explosives and said, "However, the materials are limited, and the problem is not so much the lack but the uneven distribution. I will not give them all. Everyone can go back and knead the dough to feel its good plasticity."

Oono Hirakawa put down his hands with satisfaction, took out a pen and wrote something on his lecture notes.

Kenji Hagiwara lowered his head and concealed the smile on his face by turning the pages of a book.