Conan: I'm teasing Conan in Mingke

"Brother, let me go with you!" Rin is very worried now. She feels panicky whenever her brother leaves her sight.

"It's okay, Rinya." Kurokawa Keizawa stroked Rinya's fur. "Don't you like watching the game? I'll be back soon, don't worry."

Lin pursed her lips and agreed: "Then brother, you must come back soon!"

After waving goodbye to the detective team, Kurokawa Keisawa carried the unconscious strong man to the toilet maintenance room backstage.

The dim maintenance room was filled with various tools and sundries, and the air was filled with the smell of dampness and rust.

The photographer we just caught is also here.

It seems that he accidentally broke a few ribs when arresting people, but it should be okay.

After throwing the accomplice he was carrying to the ground, Kurokawa Keizawa took off his coat and gloves and threw them on a chair outside the maintenance room.

It would be hard to explain if I got my coat dirty.

He put on a new pair of gloves, turned on the water valve in the maintenance room, filled a bucket of water and poured it directly on the two men's faces.

"puff!"

"Cough cough!"

Kurokawa Keisawa bent down and kicked the photographer's ribs with his toes. The photographer groaned in pain but did not wake up.

A cruel smile appeared at the corner of his mouth. Pretending to sleep, huh?

He turned and walked to the corner of the maintenance room, picked up an iron rod, and knocked it gently, making a crisp sound.

The sound echoed in the small space like the whisper of death.

Kurokawa Keisawa returned to the two of them and touched the photographer's cheek with the tip of the iron rod. The photographer's eyelids moved, but he still did not wake up.

"Pretending to be dead? Then don't even think about waking up again." Kurokawa Keizawa's voice was cold, without a trace of warmth.

The photographer finally opened his eyes and looked at Kurokawa Keisawa. A hint of fear flashed in his eyes, but was quickly replaced by anger.

"You bastard, what the hell do you want to do?" The photographer struggled to stand up, but found that his hands had been removed and he couldn't move at all.

Kurokawa Keisawa did not answer, but just gently tapped the photographer's knee with the iron rod. Every hit made the photographer gasp in pain.

Oh yeah, he just broke his knee.

I’m so sorry…

"You'd better behave yourself, otherwise I will make you regret being born into this world." Kurokawa Keisawa's voice was low and full of threats.

Many things about Jingxing recently have been a bit beyond expectations.

This made him a little unhappy.

Since he couldn't find the culprit for the moment to vent his anger on, then these two people would do...

A trace of fear flashed in the photographer's eyes, but he still stared at Kurokawa Keisawa stubbornly, refusing to give in.

Kurokawa Keizawa sneered. Being stubborn never worked for him.

Do you think it's impossible for him to kill them?

Where does the confidence come from?

madness……

He turned to another accomplice and lifted his chin with an iron rod so that his face was facing him.

"The same goes for you." There was a hint of amusement in Kurokawa Keizawa's voice.

The accomplice's eyes were filled with fear, he had no idea what was happening.

But when he saw the blood-red eyes of the man in front of him, he felt an oppressive feeling that required him to surrender immediately.

He began to beg for mercy, his voice trembling.

"Please, let me go, I haven't done anything, I just... just..."

"Just what?" Kurokawa Keizawa interrupted him with a hint of impatience in his tone.

"It's just... he just dragged me in, I didn't do anything!" The accomplice's voice became smaller and smaller, and finally almost inaudible.

Kurokawa Keizawa stood up. He didn't want to listen to any more meaningless pleas for mercy.

He is not a policeman and does not need to listen to these guys' arguments and explanations. What does this have to do with him?

However, solving the problem here would leave suspicion, and Jingxing, that sensitive guy, would probably smell the blood.

In that case, let him try out his newly learned blood manipulation.

He turned and walked to the bucket, filled it with water again, and poured it over the two men's heads without hesitation.

The cold water instantly sobered the two men up, and they began coughing violently, trying to break free from the restraints.

"Now, you have two choices." Kurokawa Keisawa's voice echoed in the maintenance room.

"Either I kill you right here and now. Or you can come with me, and I might give you a chance to live."

The photographer and his accomplice looked at each other. They knew that Kurokawa Keisawa's words were not credible, but they had no choice.

"We...we'll follow you." There was a hint of despair in the photographer's voice.

"Very good." Kurokawa Keizawa smiled with relief.

He closed his eyes, took a deep breath, and then slowly placed his finger on the photographer's forehead.

It was a wonderful experience.

He could feel his blood boiling, and an invisible force flowed out of his hands and controlled the photographer's body.

The photographer's body began to tremble and his eyes became empty, as if he had lost his self-awareness.

His abilities have begun to work.

He turned to his accomplice and repeated the same action.

The accomplice also became like the photographer, with empty eyes and trembling body.

Kurokawa Keizawa opened his eyes and he could feel that these two people had been controlled by him.

Now, they would obey his orders unconditionally.

Unfortunately, this ability can only be achieved unconditionally with the other party's consent.

Otherwise, he would have done so in the stands just now.

There's no need to go to such a dirty place to do something like this.

He took off his gloves, flushed them down the toilet, and put on the coat he had left outside.

Kurokawa Keizawa made a gesture to the two dazed people behind him and returned to the venue leisurely.

Conan asked curiously: "Brother Kurokawa, what happened to that person just now?"

Rin also looked back at her brother curiously.

"Don't worry, it's okay. The man recovered after a short rest. It seems that he had a little hypoglycemia and took a taxi home."

Kurokawa Keisawa smiled slightly. His smile was warm and gentle, making it impossible to associate him with the cold person just now.

"Is that so? It's such a pity that I can't continue watching the game." Ayumi sincerely expressed regret for the uncle who bought the ticket but didn't get to watch the game.

"Yeah, what a pity." Conan agreed, his eyes drifting towards Kurokawa Keisawa from time to time, as if he was thinking about something.

"What's wrong, great detective? Do you feel something is wrong?" Haibara Ai raised her eyebrows and asked in a low voice.

"Ah, nothing..." Conan blinked: "I just feel weird, I feel like today shouldn't be so dull..."

It must be an illusion.

It’s better to be calm!

Rin blinked and moved closer to Kurokawa Keizawa, sticking his head out and sniffing around Kurokawa Keizawa.

"What's wrong?" Kurokawa Keizawa asked curiously.

Lin also shook his head to indicate that it was nothing. He didn't smell any blood from his brother just now, so nothing should have happened...