Yokohama script team dies online

"Don't Dazai-kun and that Conan-kun go to the police station together?"

Zhuling was also sitting in the driver's seat, and asked Ranbu a little confused.

"Ah—the two of them," Luanbu looked through the car window at the scenery receding outside, "I have other commissions today."

"Really," Zhu replied absently, "Ranbu-kun, what did you mean by 'the identity of the prisoner has been confirmed' on the phone?"

"Literally," she saw through the rearview mirror of the car and saw the boy in the detective suit pull his hat, "Master Ranpo, I already know who the murderer is."

"In this way," Ranbu saw that the hand on the steering wheel shrank inconspicuously, but the woman's voice was still calm and joyful, "That's really great, Mumu Police Department has been worrying about this case for a long time gone."

"Is that true?" Luanbu lowered his head, looking at the leather shoes on his feet, "Miss Murderer."

The boy who revealed the true identity of the murderer without hesitation shook his legs.

"Although I don't know the way, the way you detour is too obvious—" Ranbu rolled his eyes at her, "This routine is a bit too old-fashioned, I have experienced similar experiences... ..."

"To shut up."

The car stopped suddenly, and then a hoarse voice came from the front like a thin steel wire.

The woman's extremely cold face seemed to be erupting like a volcano, her whole body twisted 180 degrees, and rushed towards Luanbu like a python: "Even if you are a child, my patience is limited, little detective."

"Sure enough, you won't kill children." Luanbu said with a grin.

"You're the most annoying kid I've ever seen," Nagisa turned his head and restarted the car slowly, "Be quiet, I never kill minors, but I don't mind cutting your tongue."

Luanbu took off his hat and put it casually on the back seat: "Okay," he yawned, "Just remember to call me when you arrive at your destination."

Zhu Ling also had a blue vein on the back of her hand.

Kudo House.

"So Luanbu just made a phone call?!"

"Just this one." Dazai casually pointed to an inconspicuous car, and sat in the driver's seat, "Conan-kun, do you want to follow?"

Conan Edogawa looked exhausted, and pointed to his shoes helplessly: "Dr. A Li equipped me with these..."

Dazai urged: "Then come in quickly."

"You already knew? About my shoes."

The man ignored him, and was leisurely leaning on the seat and talking on the phone.

Contrary to his state is the tension in his tone: "That's right, that's right, the situation is very urgent now... Mr. Ranpo, he has been taken away by the murderer!"

Conan's face was helpless, he sat on the passenger seat and waited for Dazai to hang up the phone before continuing: "How do we catch up?"

Dazai took out his cell phone from the pocket of his windbreaker, and showed him the flashing red dot on it.

"Did Ranbu know that you put a positioning transmitter on him?" Conan asked silently.

Dazai smiled and said, "Mr. Ranpo, he didn't disagree."

Edogawa Conan is already familiar with this guy's nature: "You didn't tell him when you released it, did you?"

"In order to prevent us from being scattered again due to accidents in the future," Dazai tapped the steering wheel with his fingers, "this kind of measure is necessary."

"Did Ranbu put a locator on you?"

"Do you think Mr. Ranpo would do such a thing?"

"Don't look proud when you say something like that, you!"

Edogawa Conan was desperate: "In short, let's go, let's go!"

Dazai gave him an OK gesture.

He stepped on the clutch, laughed and said to Conan: "Fasten your seat belt, Conan-kun!"

"—After all, my driving skills are well-known throughout Yokohama!"

Conan just buckled up his seat belt at this moment, and when he heard this, he suddenly raised his head: "What do you mean—uh!"

He nearly hit his head on the windshield on a sharp turn.

It was still afternoon, but he felt as thrilling as he was racing at night: "Didn't you say that you are a good driver?!"

Dazai seemed to enjoy the feeling of racing wildly on the street, with a much brighter smile than usual on his face: "You dare to believe such words, Conan-kun, you are still too naive."

"Didn't you promise me?"

Conan's forehead twitched wildly again.

After saying this, he saw that the car body rubbed against the railing and left a deep mark because of the [-]-degree turn sideways, and he couldn't help but feel that he was about to explode.

"I'll lose money... maybe."

Dazai said uncertainly.

Conan was about to cry, "It's not about money or not!! I will be killed, definitely will be killed!"

"The current situation is that Mr. Ranpo is about to be killed, so there is no way to do this?"

"Don't use interrogative sentences to say this sentence! And why is your tone so leisurely?!"

Conan complained here, and couldn't help but said: "Are we a cross talk duo? Am I your fan?"

"I think it's more like Conan-kun's stand-up comedy." Dazai suppressed mercilessly.

"Oh," he looked at the screen of the phone that was propped up, "the next step is to turn left and make a U-turn."

Another sharp 180-degree turn.

Edogawa Conan felt like a roadside flower when a tornado came.

"I want to vomit..."

He said dying.

"Don't throw up, Conan-kun!" Dazai yelled flamboyantly, "We have to deal with that woman later, we can't do it without you!"

"Don't you just wait for the police to come and then break in?"

"So you're still too naive," Dazai shook his head, "The cruel society where the jungle preys on the jungle won't give you a chance to start when you're fully prepared."

Edogawa Conan rolled his eyes: "This is not a society, it's murder."

"Murder cases are sometimes exactly the same as society." Dazai was not discouraged, "This is the cruel reality. For example, my colleagues are not willing to lend me money."

"I believe they made the right decision not to lend you money."

"Hey—Kenan-kun, you are an elementary school student, but you are already as indifferent as people in society. It's so cold, so cold!"

"Drive seriously!" Edogawa Conan didn't want to talk to this unscrupulous guy at all, "How did Ranpo endure you until now...and I'm not an elementary school student but a high school student!"

"Mr. Ranpo and I are a perfect match."

"Yes, it can be seen from your contemptuous attitude towards the murderer."

"I seem to have forgotten to tell you," Dazai removed one hand from the steering wheel, and nodded his chin, "What we are going to now should be considered a murderer's stronghold or something."