The Savior of the Tokyo Metropolitan Police Department

With one pair of hands, Yamashita Toruto's pair of hands stopped the football like flying fire meteors.

"It's such a great gift to meet, what kind of hatred and resentment, Conan-kun."

The football that had started to wither was gradually reduced to waste products, and the unscrupulous policeman who brought people infinite shock stepped up with a smile, his hands in his pockets trembling at a speed that ordinary people could not detect.

[This Guisun's football is really painful!How could Kyogoku take it without injury? ! 】

Even if he is as strong as he is now, he will obviously feel pain if he forcibly receives Conan football.It's because Conan didn't try his best to play, otherwise, Yamashita Atsuto reckoned that he would not have to investigate the case in the next few days, and just lie in the hospital to recuperate.

"Bring me the video."

Conan, who was not surprised that Atsuto Yamashita was able to catch his football, lowered his eyes, and his lens reflected a fierce gaze like a hungry wolf.

The videotape of his naked transformation must never be seen by anyone else, even if this person is Hattori Heiji.

If all the friends he knew had a copy of the video, Conan felt that he would definitely go crazy.

"You misunderstood, how could I have your videotape, and Hattori-kun and I are here just to discuss the case." Atsuto Yamashita vehemently denied it, and at the same time nudged Hattori Heiji who was still in a state of shock.

"Huh? Ah, what video tape? Is there a video tape about the case?" Hattori came back to his senses with a blank expression.

Annoyed, Conan suddenly raised his anesthetized arm, aimed at Hattori Heiji who was still pretending to be crazy, and gritted his teeth: "Go back to Osaka and sleep!"

"Oh?! I have something to discuss, Kudo! I don't know anything—I don't know..."

call out!

Before he finished speaking, a silver needle accurately hit Hattori Heiji's neck, making an outstanding contribution to his future airport security check.

"Pfft!"

Hattori Heiji, whose consciousness fell into the darkness for a moment, then slumped on the ground, leaning against the wall and began to sleep soundly.

Conan then cast his sharp eyes on Atsuto Yamashita, who was gradually dripping with cold sweat on his forehead. The latter immediately raised his hands and threw a video tape from his pocket in front of him: "I don't know anything. I was coerced. I invited Hattori-kun to help because of Shiwa's show, and the condition he put forward was that you would become Kudo Shinichi's videotape, and I was innocent."

"Crack!"

Conan, who opened the foot strengthening shoes, stomped the video tape on the ground to pieces, and then gave an unscrupulous policeman a fierce look: "Aren't you investigating the case of your teacher's son?"

"I'm investigating, I'm not fighting alone." Atsuto Yamashita curled his lips, a little helpless in his tone.

The police are currently in a traffic jam with clues, and can only rely on time-consuming information screening over and over again to track down.

"I have already destroyed the master tape, why do you still have a backup?"

"The three caves of the cunning rabbit, you understand."

"........."

If football hadn't entered the cooling-off period, then Conan promised that he would definitely kick the shameless policeman in front of him again now: "Just stare at me alone?"

"That's not it, my main customer is still gin, and you are at most an appetizer." Atsuto Yamashita felt that he still needed to correct it.

Gin wine is his number one customer, and his position is unbreakable, and Conan cannot challenge it.

but……

【How did I expose it?Was it Hui Yuanai's unkindness to eat at both ends, or was Cheng Shi temporarily discovered by his conscience after being instigated? 】

Atsuto Yamashita fell into deep doubts.

He would not exclude Ma Cheng from the list of suspects just because of a real informative text message.

Conan, who was worried, took the initiative to search Hattori Heiji's body, and after confirming that he did not keep a video backup, he was relieved and sat down.

"Squeak~"

Some overwhelmed chairs groaned.

The plump old man who was lighting a cigar combed his oily hair, pushed the gold-rimmed glasses on the bridge of his nose, his eyes fell on his old friend standing by the window of the study, and slowly exhaled a smoke ring: "I said Harada, so anxious What is the matter to see me?"

"I know who the prisoner is, Ito." Harada Hongyi by the window had a slightly sad expression, but what he said made the fat old man Ito Hiba jump up like a spring under his buttocks, and stared wide eyes -

"Really?"

"real."

"Is it related to us?"

"The other party is coming for us, you can see for yourself." Harada Hongyi, who threw a folder on the desk, rubbed the center of his brows wearily, and the old man named Ito Hiba walked forward, with a smoke in his mouth cigar, and opened the blue folder.

The rising smoke blurred his vision in the next second, and in an instant, the hidden door of the study was slowly pushed open by a hand.

"This is…………?"

"It's time for us to make amends, Ito."

Harada Hongyi closed his eyes, his tired emotions were beyond words.

"Atonement? Have you been fooled by Harada? You and I have been together for so many years—"

Ito Hiba's disdainful sneer stopped abruptly.

On the back of the fat body, a dagger with a white knife in and a red knife out.

"Harada, you...you..." Turning his head in disbelief, the fat old man who saw the face of the knife-wielding man seemed to have thought of something, and pointed his finger at his old colleague Harada Hongyi who was sitting on a book chair with his eyes closed.

"This is what we owe her, Ito." Harada Hongyi opened his eyes, which were full of sadness.

Unwilling, Ito Hiba's face was distorted, but after all, he was still unable to fight against the passing of life, his fat body was like a lump of pork, and he fell lumberingly on the floor of the huge study!

"I have done what you asked me to do. Next, I will take the blame for you. Then, please let my son and his family go."

Harada Hongyi bent down and picked up the bloody dagger from the ground with his ungloved hand.

"It's so easy to go to prison, I don't think your student Yamashita Atsuto will believe it."

"I will let him believe it, because I still have a detective on hand, a detective who made a wrong judgment and caused the police to arrest the wrong person."

Speaking of Atsuto Yamashita, Harada Hongyi shook his head: "You have seen that detective as well."

Chapter 440 Looks like a stupid Mouri Kogoro

"you sure?"

The man with shoe covers took off his blood-stained gloves, and threw them all beside the corpse lying at his feet: "That student of yours is not like those policemen who are easy to fool."

"Ito Hiba was appointed by me. When only my fingerprints were found at the scene of the crime, and the murder weapon with my fingerprints was also traced, I was very suspected of murder.

And when they find out my motive for killing, I will become the murderer standing at the end of this logic chain. "

Harada Hongyi's face remained unchanged, playing with the dagger in his hand, turning a deaf ear to the man's temptation.

When it comes to court, we only talk about the evidence and look at the evidence.

"Tsk tsk, as expected of you."

The man squatted down, carefully admired the ferocious face of Ito Hiroha before his death, and smiled very satisfied: "It really is a man who can be ruthless, Professor Harada."

"... Mr. Yukimura, can I ask you a question?" Harada Hongyi looked condescendingly at the man in front of him, and the night 20 years ago seemed to reappear in front of his eyes.

"For the sake of attracting Ito Hiba for me, it's fine." Yukimura Gen stood up, took out the white handkerchief pinned to the left breast pocket of the suit, and wiped his hands carefully.

"Whose son are you...?"

"..." The man paused as he folded the handkerchief, then looked up at the old man with trembling lips, and couldn't help but sneered, "Who knows, it might be yours, it might be that Fujiwara Kihara's."

Before he finished speaking, Yukimura Gen moved his eyes down and landed on the ferocious-looking Ito Hiroha, with a sneer at the corner of his mouth: "Of course, it might be his."

"Then... where's your sister?"

"Why, you have a big heart, don't you? You even miss my sister?"

When Yukimura mentioned his younger sister, his eyes suddenly became fierce and sharp like a knife: "Let me tell you, Sha Ji is mine, so don't give me any ideas about her."

"I didn't mean that. I just wanted to atone for the mistakes I made as much as possible."

"Fuck your mother's fart! Stop pretending here, I feel sick looking at it. If you want to atone for your sins, you don't have to wait until today?!"

Harada Hongyi opened his mouth, looked at Yukimura Genichi who was angry like a lion, guilt welled up in his mouth and swallowed it back, and closed his eyes tiredly: "Sorry, I just saw that something is wrong with your sister's body .I will do what I promised you.”

"Take back your cheap care, I'm waiting for your atonement."

With a cold snort, Yukimura Genichi disappeared the white handkerchief in his hand as if by magic.Pushing open the door of the secret room, put on the human skin mask that was left standing here, turned around and pushed the garbage truck away.

Only Harada Hongyi was left standing by the window, with a cigarette in his mouth, and lit the fire with trembling hands.

He has been thinking about a question since he sent an invitation to meet the Yukimura brothers and sisters who lost their mother through Koshimizu Nanatsuki.

Unexpectedly, after meeting with the Yukimura brothers and sisters, he discovered that what he guessed was true.

"cluster~"

The red flames rose up, and in an instant, the smoke was lingering.

"call……"

Slowly exhaling a puff of smoke rings, Belmode, who disguised himself as the male private detective, held the cigarette, leaned on the back of the seat and looked at the target with a blue and white striped tie on his forehead, who was drinking happily from a wine glass— -Maori Kogoro.

"Ah~ Sure enough, drinking beer in the morning is the best!"

The wine glass slammed down on the table, Kogoro Mori, who was chewing edamame, counted the cash in his wallet, and smiled happily: "Hey, I didn't expect Xiaolan's reward for participating in the program to arrive so soon. You really deserve to be Miss Yoko, let's go!" It's generous."

Because Mao Lilan is not yet full, the remuneration for her participation in the "Detective Koshien" program was directly transferred to the account of Mori Kogoro after negotiation, and he, the guardian, kept it on his behalf.

After receiving a large sum of money, Mori Kogoro saw off his daughter Xiaolan and her friend Sonoko to the Nimai TV Building this morning, and decided to go to the bank first to withdraw the little money and put it in his wallet, and found it by the way. An izakaya to celebrate with a good drink.

"It's really cool to enjoy the time without that annoying kid, ah ha ha ha!!!" I don't know if he has already drunk to the point of being slightly drunk, when Mori Kogoro laughed, his tongue almost flew out of his mouth, it was unbearable The appearance of entering the target made Belmode shake his head.

She didn't understand, how did such a sloppy man cultivate Mao Lilan?

Apart from looks and DNA, Belmode couldn't see any similarities between the two father and daughter.

"Hey! The little brother over there!"

During the discussion, Belmode suddenly heard Kogoro Mori calling himself.Looking up, I happened to meet a pair of drunken eyes: "I see you are alone, do you want to have a drink together, I treat you!"

"...Me?" Belmode glanced left and right. Although there were not many people drinking alone here early in the morning, at least she and Kogoro Mouri were the only ones.

"Yes, it's you. I think you are quite persevering, so I thought about whether I should have a drink with you, and let's have a good chat."

Mori Kogoro in a drunk state gave Belmode a strange feeling, his tone was obviously gibberish, and even his eyes were misty, but there was a bit of undoubted meaning in the certainty of his words.

Belmode, who reacted in an instant, "changed his face", and immediately got up and wanted to run!

"Stop! Don't run!"