The Savior of the Tokyo Metropolitan Police Department

Isn't this encouraging us to do more elimination methods?

Atsuto Yamashita, who thought he had a perfect score in reading comprehension, was sighing, and out of the corner of his eye, he caught sight of the little ghost who jumped out of Mao Lilan's arms again without knowing it.

Conan, who had his own invisibility at the murder scene, once again broke through the police's protective net and appeared next to the dead body.

Even if you have a cold, fever and runny nose, you still don't forget to chase the truth.

Sincerity and sincerity, the sun and the moon can learn from each other.

Tsk tut sighed, Atsuto Yamashita grabbed Conan by the collar from behind, and brought him in front of him with a smile: "Conan-kun, why do you smell like alcohol?"

"It's not that Hattori Heiji from Osaka over there, who said that Baigan can cure a cold, and gave me a drink-ahh!"

At this moment, Edogawa Conan has completely lost the vigor and vigor of the past, and [Weakness] is almost engraved directly on his forehead.

"Cold? You deserve it. I told you to wear so little."

Atsuto Yamashita waved his hands in disgust, and put Conan back on the ground.

During this period, regardless of spring, summer, autumn and winter, it is basically a small blue suit and shorts throughout the year, and it is rare to change clothes.

Who catches a cold if you don't have a cold?

"..." The corners of Conan's mouth twitched, and he decided to ignore the policeman who was upset because of forced overtime.

He already felt that his body was getting worse and worse. If he didn't take this opportunity to find the key to solving the case and find decisive evidence, he would very likely—

【? ! 】

Suddenly, the beating heart made Edogawa Conan's pupils contract suddenly.

He grabbed the clothes on his chest with one hand, and the almost heart-piercing pain spread to every nerve in his body in an instant.

"You don't look right."

Yamashita Atsuto pretended to frown, pretending to appreciate the prelude to Edogawa Conan's first transformation.

"No, it's fine."

The flash of severe pain made Conan's forehead drip with cold sweat, his chest was twitching like a blower, and he gasped for breath.

"Forget it, find a room to rest, what else can you deduce from your state."

"It would be really fun to push and push and fall down on the spot and become Kudo Shinichi."

——? ? ? ! ! !

Conan Edogawa suddenly widened his eyes when he heard the words, and stared back at Atsuto Yamashita: "You, what did you say?"

Perhaps because there were other people present, Conan's voice was very soft, but the horror contained in it was still clear.

"literal meaning."

Atsuto Yamashita grinned, and suddenly wanted to make a quick decision.

Apart from an unknown surprise waiting for him at home, he now has a new idea.

Or rather, a new impetus.

Give it a go, the bike turns into a motorcycle—huh?

【what is this? 】

Atsuto Yamashita noticed the little red dots on the back of the dead body's ears.

Kind of looks like something stuck in there?

Poison needle?

Fuck I remembered!

Toshito Yamashita slapped his head, and the thoughts in his mind were extremely clear.

He remembered, this weird way of killing......

"Hey, wait a minute—uh!"

Conan, whose heart seemed to be tightly clenched, knelt down powerlessly, panting heavily with his hands propped on the floor, and watched Atsuto Yamashita turn and leave.

[Become Kudo Shinichi? 】

【what happened?Why? 】

Atsuto Yamashita knew something about the Black Organization, which Conan had already confirmed.

In other words, his words...

【Wait a moment! 】

Conan, who stretched out his hand to stop Atsuto Yamashita from leaving, lay on the ground.

Mouth and eyes closed, arms hanging down weakly: [My body...my body...]

"The police department—huh? Where's the second-generation official?"

After breaking away from the cover of Conan's invisibility attribute, Atsuto Yamashita found Mekushisan, but unexpectedly did not see that Osaka Heitantou.

"do not know."