Conan: I'm Really Not Tokyo Ghost Story

The man let out a muffled grunt from his throat, which confirmed that there was a serious crime in him.

Just be able to react.

Zuo Ye took off his passer-by cap, rolled up his sleeves, pulled out the hammer of justice, and turned the hammer lightly: "Did you know that it is said that people can be tortured to death, but pain is often linked to diseases and injuries , so those who said they were tortured to death, it’s really hard to say whether they were tortured to death.”

The man was panting heavily, because of the previous torture by the three of Gin and Jiu, his vision became a little blurry, but after seeing the hammer in Zuo Ye's hand clearly, he sneered disdainfully.

"You want to pry my mouth open with a hammer, who do you think I am?"

Facing the man's ridicule, Zuo Ye didn't show any abnormality on his face, but his smile became brighter.

"I hope you can keep this tough look."

The Hammer of Justice was lifted by Zuo Ye, and then fell.

Outside the alley, the gin and wine trio were all smoking cigarettes like door gods.

The hearing of the three of them is not bad, and of course they could hear the faint screams coming from the alley.

It's just that as the screams lasted longer and longer, both the vodka and the middle-aged man couldn't help but feel a little unsteady.

"...Boss, did Rye go too far? If this continues, I'm afraid that guy will be killed before the veritaserum is delivered."

Gin frowned lightly, but didn't speak.

Seeing this, the middle-aged man next to him could only suppress his irritability, but after a few minutes, the scream suddenly disappeared, and when it didn't sound again for more than ten seconds, he finally couldn't hold it back.

"I'll go in and check the situation!"

The man turned his head and wanted to enter the alley, but unexpectedly bumped into Zuo Ye who was walking out.

"Yo, what are you doing, are you going to go in and collect the corpse?"

Faced with Zuo Ye's ridicule, the man's face immediately changed: "You killed him!?"

Gin also asked, "Rye, what's the matter?"

Qin Jiu didn't really believe that people like Zuo Ye would be so unprofessional in their actions.

So there are only two possible situations.

One, Zuo Ye didn't kill the mouse, he just said hello, and now he came out because the interrogation failed, so he gave up.

Two, Zuo Ye did kill the mouse, but the premise is that he really pried the mouse's mouth open.

... Is this guy really talented in torture and interrogation?

Hearing Qin Jiu speak, Zuo Ye didn't continue other topics, nodded and said, "Well, I've already asked."

"Are you serious?"

The unknown man looked at Zuo Ye in amazement again: "Could it be that he accidentally killed that guy, and he's planning to make up something to get there?"

... Is this guy a badass? It's the first time the two have met. Why is the gunpowder smell so heavy?

Zuo Ye glanced at the man with some displeasure, and didn't bother to pay attention to him. He just took out a recording pen from his pocket and threw it to Qin Jiu: "It's all inside, remember to go in and clean up the corpse, as well as my achievements."

After speaking, Zuo Ye waved his hands and left.

After the three of Gin and Wine looked at each other, they all focused on the recording pen.

Gin Jiu pressed the switch of the recording pen without hesitation, and in the next second, piercing screams sounded.

"what!

!

Let me go, let me go, I beg you!I've recruited them all, and I'll tell you everything, you're going to kill me!

!

"

Qin Jiu flicked the switch again to turn off the playback of the recording, and looked at the other two who were trembling from the sound just now.

Vodka shrank his neck in fear. He really can't be blamed for this. Who would have thought that the content of this recording is... so exciting?

I don't know how many times I have heard the scream of vodka since I joined the organization, but it was the first time that it screamed so miserable.

Obviously listening outside the alley, there is nothing wrong... What did this guy Rye do to that mouse?

A little different from vodka, after the man realized that Zuo Ye had probably indeed asked for information, what appeared in the man's eyes was not fear, but solemnity and thought.

The man's code name is Mezcal, and he is a core member of the intelligence team he belongs to. He thinks he has made some achievements in the skill of torture and interrogation.

But even Mezcal hadn't been able to pry the mouse's mouth open in the previous interrogation, and he even doubted whether the mouse would be able to open the mouth even if he used Veritaserum later.

Originally, after knowing that the guy who appeared out of nowhere was the new code member Rye, Mezcal still looked at the other party with a cautious attitude as much as possible.

It's just that when the other party proposed to interrogate the mouse, Mezcal's heart was only dissatisfied and disdainful.

What the hell, is it in your own domain?

Do you really think you are a powerful person?

Gin actually agreed to let the other party try.

Okay, let's try it, Mezcal wants to see what kind of embarrassing face the other party will have when he gets nothing.

... This is the original psychological journey of mezcal.

In the end, no one expected that the kid would actually succeed in the trial, and he was indeed a person who could inherit the code name of Rye, and he had some skills.

How the hell did this guy do it?

Mezcal looked at Gin with both depression and emotion, took out the earphones and listened to the recording pen, and said in a muffled voice, "Then I'll go in and clean up."

"I'll be with you."

Vodka was frightened by the voice of the recorder just now, so Gin gave him a glare. For the time being, he didn't want to find bad luck in front of the other party, so he spontaneously followed Mezcal into the alley to clean up the corpses.

To be fair, whether it is vodka or mezcal, you are actually ready to witness a near-hellish scene.

After all, to get the mouse to speak, the means Zuo Ye used cannot be described by the word "cruel".

But when the two came to the depths of the alley, they unexpectedly discovered that the appearance of the mouse seemed to be the same as before...

what's the situation?

Compared to the bewildered vodka, Mezcal, an activist, immediately started the hands-on inspection, and then discovered a fact that shocked him immensely.

"Except for the fatal wound of strangling his neck, there is not even a single injury on his body..."

Mezcal and Vodka looked at each other, and their breathing stopped there involuntarily.

That being the case...then what is the scream of this mouse! ?

Is it really possible to torture a person with a mouth as hard as a rock to the point of insanity without leaving any trace?

Both vodka and mezcal shivered again, only feeling a biting chill rising from the tailbone to the back of the neck.

That guy in the rye is probably not a devil! ?

……

Zuo Ye didn't know the code member named mezcal and the horse boy vodka of gin, because he was frightened by his torture.

After reaping a wave of performance, Zuo Ye wanted to go home and sleep quickly, but he didn't expect the system to make another noise.

[Please go to jail at the guaranteed task goal, you can get 11 reinforcement points when you complete it, the remaining time of the task——59:59:[-]]

Put people in prison?

Is this a criminal?

Zuo Ye thoughtfully opened the system map and glanced at it... The current location of the mission target is in the Tokyo Metropolitan Police Department. Could it be that Conan's troublemaker came out to make trouble again, but he couldn't handle it again, so let him clean it up ass?

Thinking of this, Zuo Ye didn't act immediately, but called the Maori Detective Agency.

Well, no one answered.

Zuo Ye hung up, basically confirming that the matter was indeed in some trouble, but he didn't know if it was the same thing.

Zuo Ye smacked his lips, this is still inconvenient, that guy Mouri Kogoro should have a mobile phone, and he will have to adjust the number later.

After tidying up, Zuo Ye leisurely went out to the Tokyo Metropolitan Police Department.

But before Zuo Ye entered the gate of the Tokyo Metropolitan Police Department, he saw Mao Lilan and Conan who probably had just finished school and were standing outside the gate of the Tokyo Metropolitan Police Department in their school uniforms.

The former looked worried, while the latter looked excited. His two short legs kept thumping, kicking the football up and down into afterimages.

Zuo Ye: "...What are you two doing here?"

"Ah, senior?"

Mao Lilan and Conan looked at Zuo Ye at the same time: "Why are you here?"

"Come take notes."

Zuo Ye glanced at Conan whose eyes suddenly lit up, and added, "It's from those eucalyptus."

"oh, I see……"

At first, he thought that Zuo Ye had encountered some kind of difficulty... but Conan, who was eager to try, was a little disappointed when he heard this.

"But what are you doing here?"

Zuo Ye asked something serious and prepared to collect information, while Mao Lilan quickly gave an answer.

Chapter 143 Miwako Sato: Mr. Mori, you are suspected of stalking!

It turned out that yesterday, or should be said today, during a fire ceremony in a red ghost village, the villagers found a corpse in the burning high platform.

The name of the deceased was Negishi, and he was a man who had been followed by Mori Kogoro for three days.

And it was a man named Yutaka Abe who entrusted Mori Kogoro to follow Negishi.

Just tracking for three days, there is a commission fee of 50. If there is no conspiracy in it, it can be said that almost no one will believe it.

"So my father was called to take notes to see if Mr. Negishi's death had anything to do with Mr. Abe."

Zuo Ye nodded, and had a general understanding of the situation. In this way, there is a high probability that this Abe Feng is the target of his mission, and the other party has probably removed all suspicion from him, so he is needed To ensure the murderer's imprisonment.

"Then I'll go in first..."

Zuo Ye, who had just planned to enter the Metropolitan Police Department to inquire about the news under the pretext of taking notes, hadn't finished speaking when a middle-aged man with glasses in a suit walked out of the Metropolitan Police Department gate.