The wrong way to open the healing ability

Conan, who left with President Fukuzawa, was reluctant in every way.

After the murder happened yesterday, Kogoro Mori, a famous detective, wanted to solve the murder after hearing the news, but those police officers who heard his name showed admiration and admiration, and refused to let him continue after receiving the call from above. Investigate, claiming that professionals will deal with the issue afterwards.

In addition, I received a call from the client early this morning. A client who will pay a high fee will go to the Maori Detective Agency in the afternoon, so he has to go back early.

"Mr. Eguchi, Mr. Dazai, good morning."

The originally agreed itinerary plan was to go directly to the Tokyo headquarters for inspection during the day the next day, so on the first night, several branch members who escorted Machi and Dazai also stayed at the hot spring hotel.

The member who got up early to deal with the traffic problem saw the two people who just came back from the door as soon as they went out, and was surprised that these two adults from the headquarters woke up so early.

"Good morning, looks like you slept well last night."

Judging from this person's expression, it seemed that they had no idea that their colleague had died in the hot spring last night.

This member who has always been afraid of cadres and quasi-cadres, when he heard such an approachable question, he also gave a kind and embarrassed answer in his heart.

"I don't know what happened yesterday. I gave the report to Mr. Dazai. After returning to the room, I fell asleep very soundly. Obviously, I should be very serious about my bed."

"Speaking of which, Mr. Cadre, have you seen the foot of the mountain? When I woke up in the morning, I found that his bed had been folded neatly, but he was nowhere to be found."

The member who couldn't stop talking once started looked around, noticed the faces of the policemen he had seen before, and subconsciously acted on guard.

Zhenzhi patted him on the shoulder, signaling him to be calm.

"They're not after us."

"Yesterday evening, Yamashita was killed in the hot spring pool."

Hearing the news of his colleague's death, this member was not too surprised, and could even be said to be quite calm.

"Did that guy at the bottom of the mountain really be killed? I have already said that he will be sacked one day with his bad personality. Koizumi persuaded me not to say that before."

"About the Koizumi you mentioned, can you tell me in detail?"

It was not Dazai and Machi who asked the question aloud, but the young detective walking slowly under the surveillance of a group of secret agents.The detective with light blond hair and cool white skin was calm and calm under the surveillance eyes, and walked straight to the members of the Hong Kong gangsters.

As soon as Ayatsuji pedestrians walked into the hotel, the surrounding atmosphere instantly became serious, and even the few secret agents who had been guarding the hotel in plain clothes became visibly nervous.

One of the plainclothes agents stepped forward and introduced the identities of everyone present to Ayatsuji pedestrians in order.

Although he belonged to the Supernatural Secret Service Division, the agent looked at Detective Ayatsuji with fear and disgust in the face of aliens, and hurriedly turned away after conveying the situation of the deceased.

Machi frowned, turned his head to look at the elegantly furnished courtyard outside the window, and noticed that the reflection of the scope flashed in the morning light, aiming at the indifferent Ayatsuji pedestrian. If he has any weird behavior, snipe The "homicide detective" would be shot dead on the spot.

"Don't worry, they won't do it directly without receiving an order. After all, I'm still a bit useful in the Supernatural Secret Service Division."

The eyes of Detective Ayatsuji looking over from behind the light brown sunglasses are transparent and peaceful, not at all like a person who is being watched 24 hours a day because his supernatural power is too dangerous.

"I'm Machi Eguchi."

"Ayatsuji pedestrian."

The members of Hong Kong gangsters who were questioned by this person who appeared out of nowhere were a little confused, and cast doubtful and questioning glances at Dazai and Zhenzhi.After getting a nod from Dazai with a thoughtful face, he carefully answered the question of Ayatsuji Pedestrian.

"Koizumi is usually a gentle person, gets along well with other people, and even persuades Yamashita and I when we have conflicts."

"But the guy at the foot of the mountain never appreciated it. Whenever Koizumi came to persuade him to fight, he would triumphantly say, 'You are no different from me, and you will look better if you talk more', and once even broke Koizumi's arm."

The finely crafted slender tobacco rod was rotated twice at the fingertips, and finally held firmly by the hand wearing the black glove, a wisp of leisurely white smoke rose.

"Mr. Zhenzhi, I will leave for a while and contact Mr. Sen first."

In the rambling description of the members of the Hong Kong gangsters, Dazai turned around and waved his hands casually, and walked towards the direction of the accommodation room, as if he had no interest in staying here.

Zhenzhi nodded silently.

Both he and Dazai were the first to find out, and there was no need to stay here after the suspects were ruled out.

But this time the deceased was involved in the port mafia, Dazai went to contact the leader, so he had to stay here temporarily to deal with related matters.

Although I always feel that Dazai is not quite right.

Ayatsuji Pedestrian took a puff of cigarette, paused for a while on the back of Dazai's leaving, obviously not interested in continuing to listen to the babble of homework, interrupted the members of Hong Kong gangsters who seemed to be able to talk for a long time, turned to look at the tense A police officer with a straight body.

"Take me to the scene to see, and bring that Koizumi here directly by the way."

After Dazai left, he didn't call Mr. Mori who was far away in Yokohama according to the reason he made up, but sat down on the tatami in his room, waiting for something quite leisurely.

Ten minutes later, the blond detective pushed the door in with his cigarette stick, and the room was filled with a faint smell of cigarettes.

"I've been waiting for you for a long time, Detective Ayatsuji."

Dazai raised his head expressionlessly, and waved his hand without sincerity, as if the person who just gave the hint to "come out for a private chat" was not him at all.

Detective Ayatsuji’s gaze stayed on the exquisitely crafted doll placed for decoration in the corner of the room, and he walked forward and squatted down gently, stretching out his hand to tidy up the wrinkled kimono for the Japanese-style doll with the younger sister’s hair, and put it on Some of the tilted dolls are righted.

After doing this, Ayatsuji Xing sat down on the seat opposite Dazai, and raised his eyes to look at the dark-eyed boy with black mud in his eyes.

"Osamu Dazai, a quasi-manager of the port mafia, is right, what do you want from me?"

The slender tobacco rod tapped in the ashtray, making a crisp crashing sound.

It is not difficult for Ayatsuji pedestrians to escape the strict monitoring of the Supernatural Secret Service Division alone, but the premise is that Dazai's conversation this time can interest him enough.

Ever since it was deduced that the deceased was an undercover agent of another organization in the port mafia, Ayatsuji pedestrian's interest in this case has weakened a lot.The reason why the Ability Secret Service Division asked him to solve this case this time is not that the case is so difficult that only he can deduce the correct murderer, but that the Ability Secret Service Section wants to use his supernatural ability "Another" to deter port gangsters party.

If it's just for such a boring purpose, he might as well have accepted the invitation of this Hong Kong gangster quasi-cadre first.

"I've heard for a long time that Detective Ayatsuji has been tracking down Kyogoku Natsuhiko, right?"

Dazai did not directly state the purpose of his invitation this time, but first talked about Ayatsuji Xingren's mortal enemy, the "magician" Kyogoku Natsuhiko.

Ayatsuji Pedestrian took another puff of his cigarette, and didn't answer immediately, but just nodded to signal Dazai to continue.

He did suspect that he had doubts about Kyogoku Xiayan, but this did not mean that he would violate his principles because of this.

"In the future, I will continue to provide Detective Ayatsuji with information about Kyogoku Natsuhiko as a reward. I hope that you can receive the next murder case investigation commission from Yokohama announced by the Supernatural Secret Service Division in a month."

Dazai didn't know what to think of, and showed a meaningful smile.The maliciousness surging around him at this time made Ayatsuji pedestrians involuntarily frowned, exhaled a puff of cigarette a little irritably, and put the cigarette stick on the table casually.

"Of course, that case may be similar to a boring decryption game for Detective Ayatsuji. After all, I will prepare the script and props needed for the performance in advance, and the murderer has already been decided, and your arrival will be a The end of this script."

"You want to kill him?"

After listening to Dazai's description, Ayatsuji pedestrians showed a surprised expression.From Dazai's eyes and tone, it is not difficult to infer that the established murderer in the script prepared by Dazai just stood with him, and it seems that there is a tacit understanding between each other.

According to his reasoning, the relationship between the two is not bad, but it turns out that they are enemies who want to kill each other?

"How could I want to kill Mr. Zhenzhi?"

Dazai heard the disorganized footsteps gradually approaching in the corridor, and secretly sighed that Mr. Machi gave a little reminder to the people of the Supernatural Secret Service Section, and sighed softly out of helplessness.

"This is just a necessary temptation to implement future plans, and no one will really die."

"It's Ayatsuji who is the detective. Since you can easily get rid of the surveillance of the Supernatural Secret Service, why don't you just get rid of the imprisonment on your body?"

"How about coming to the Port Mafia?"

As soon as the voice fell, there was a knock on the door of the room, and the members of the Supernatural Secret Service who found that Ayatsuji's pedestrians were missing and were looking everywhere rushed in.Compared with the special agent of the special ability department who was panicked because of Ayatsuji Xingren's supernatural power, the two people chatting in the room were calmer than the other.

"Pardon me for refusing."

Ayatsuji pedestrian stood up from the tatami, looked down at Dazai sitting on the ground with a cold tone.

"Although the domestic dog of the Ability Special Service Division doesn't even have time to let the wind go, it's still more enjoyable to be there than to work with you."

"But I will consider what you just said."

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