Protect our prophets

Although it is necessary to find people, Mihua Town is not small.They walked out of Poirot's Café, looking at the traffic on the main road, slightly confused, without any clue.

Conan turned his head slowly, full of expectation: "Haven't you used today's ability?"

"Having said that," Songxue said heavily, "I can only use my abilities when I see the victim herself..."

"...It doesn't seem to be useful." After a moment of silence, the little detective commented tactfully.

"If there is such a god, I am no longer a detective, but a savior." Songxue replied.

"Too."

He thought for a while and said, "Let's go to the supermarket first."

According to Conan and others' understanding of Toru Amuro, he has a very complete set of living habits.Even if it is such a small matter of purchasing, he will carefully compare and select the price, service life, and its own quality.

So, since Amuro came to work at Café Poirot, they have settled down to stock up at the same place.Conan explained.

"It's... a perfectionist." Song Xue thought, "In this way, isn't it easy for people to figure out the rules?"

"Still, he's a bit of a mystery," Conan continued. "For example, I still don't understand how he got so much time to wear multiple hats."

Maybe he has a time-turner.

It's not time for get off work and school, and the road is very quiet.It wasn't until we entered the commercial street that it became lively.

After a distance of tens of meters, they saw a group of people gathered around the entrance of the supermarket, arguing a lot, and people in police uniforms stopped in front to control order.Two police cars were parked not far away.

"Sure enough something happened." Conan frowned, first worried whether it was related to the black organization, if Amuro's undercover identity was discovered...

He quickened his pace and ran over.

"Hey, wait a minute—" Songxue rushed over, before he had time to say anything, he saw him sneak in from under the cordon, sneaking into the supermarket without anyone noticing.

This is the size advantage, Songxue has no way to follow suit, so she can only ask the people next to her, "What happened inside?"

"Someone is going to murder for money." Enthusiastic passer-by A said nervously, "I heard that the whole place is covered in blood, and people are carried out..."

"No, he's not dead, he was just taken away by an ambulance." Passerby B corrected.

Passerby C was a little confused: "Is he dead or not? Where is the murderer? Have you caught him?"

"Ah, this..."

Everyone was chattering, and there was no conclusion. The police officer who stopped in front had to raise his voice: "Be quiet, be safe, don't be impatient, don't spread rumors, don't spread rumors, don't believe—"

Songxue was distressed, and after a while, he saw Conan pulling Officer Takagi out from the inside.

The young male police officer nodded to his colleagues.

"It doesn't matter, they are all detectives, let this lady come in." He explained.

Songxue tilted her head, a little surprised: so simple?

Conan blinked his left eye at her.

There is no way, there are too many detectives haunting Dongdu, and basically one or two will be encountered in every case.Anyway, they won't mind if it can help speed up the efficiency of solving the case.

When Takagi said this, the policemen seemed to be used to it, and they didn't show too many unexpected reactions, but politely let Songxue go.

The supermarket is huge, Songxue followed them around the shelves one by one, and finally stopped in the refrigerated area.

"Here." Conan pointed to the blood on the ground and a shiny kitchen knife.

Next to the freezer, Songxue squatted down to take a closer look.

Fortunately, it is not as exaggerated as described by enthusiastic passers-by.There wasn't much blood on the ground. Judging from the solidified color and splash marks, it shouldn't be a critical artery rupture.

"Only the arm was cut, and it has been sent to the hospital." Conan said briefly, "I don't think anything will happen."

She turned her head and looked behind her. Three strangers were standing between several police officers, embarrassed.Conan explained in a low voice that it was the three suspects who appeared in the same area when the crime happened.

According to the clerk's description, there was a sudden short circuit in the refrigerated area at that time, which caused a power outage, but they quickly activated the upgraded power supply equipment, and when the lighting was restored, the victim woman fell to the ground and groaned.

And Amuro sensed the crisis in the dark, led the victim to avoid the attack, and knocked down the murder weapon with his backhand.

Fortunately, he was here, and Conan felt a little grateful: "Mr. Amuro is like a brick, where is the need for—"

"Then, where is Mr. Amuro?" Songxue looked around.

Conan sighed: "When he just called the police, he saw someone stealing at the cash register, so he went after the thief."

"..."

so busy.

"However, that person is really powerful." Takagi sighed slightly, "In the darkness where you can't see your fingers, you can still detect someone committing an attack and stop it in time... Such a skill is rare even among the police. .”

"Cough," the clerk in the refrigerated area coughed dryly, and said embarrassedly, "Actually, the gentleman said that because he happened to be on the phone at the time, the light from the screen shone on the shadow beside him..."

"Didn't you see the murderer?" Takagi asked hurriedly.

The clerk shook her head regretfully: "No, but he let us watch the door and used the camera to confirm the three... suspects who were in the nearby area at the time of the crime."

Songxue and Conan turned their heads together and looked at the three of them.

The classic choice of three is here again.

Two men and one woman, or in other words, an old man and two young men, are quite even.

Mr. A is about 60 years old. Although he is old, he is in good physical condition, but his right wrist is wrapped with a layer of bandage, and the other hand is leaning on the cashier. He explained that he accidentally sprained it when he went fishing with his friends.

Ms. B was in her early 30s, wearing glasses, she looked like a white-collar worker, dressed in business attire, with a serious and reserved expression.Of course, her clothes are also neatly dressed, and there is no trace of mess.

The last Mr. C is a young man in his 20s, tall and thin, with his right hand in his pocket and chewing gum in his mouth, looking like a fool.

Takagi frowned slightly, cleared his throat and asked, "Can you take out your hand? The murderer who attacked Miss Watanabe just now was shot down, and it is very likely that he was..."

"My hand is fine." Mr. C quickly stretched out his hand, opened his palm and shook it, but Takagi noticed some details, pressed his wrist, and exerted a little force.

"Ouch—" he yelled, covering his shoulder with his other hand, yelling, "I had a stiff neck last night, the police officer was wronged!"

Songxue sighed, looked away, walked to the edge of the shelf, and asked Conan in a low voice until they couldn't see her, "Did that Mr. Amuro think it was too simple, so he didn't say anything and went after the thief?" gone?"

"……maybe."

"Do you need me?" Songxue looked at him.

Takagi and the others have shown an astonishing acceptance of Conan's abilities. At this time, it seems that she doesn't need to intervene.

Conan shrugged.

"Hiding the murder weapon in other props is not the first time I have seen this technique."

"Just in case, let's confirm everyone's motives first," Songxue said.

……

Ten minutes later, the two watched the police car escort Mr. A away, the crowd gradually dispersed, and a blond man appeared at the end of the commercial street.

He walked over quickly, still holding a handbag, and returned it to an old woman waiting at the door.

"Has the murderer been caught?" Amuro turned around and looked at Conan with a smile.After running for a few kilometers, he only had a little sweat on his forehead, and he was hardly panting. The cuffs of his shirt were rolled up to his elbows, and his dark skin was wrapped with strong muscles, showing an attitude of ease.

"As expected of Conan-kun." He joked.

The little detective blinked his eyes, put on an innocent smile, pretending to be surprised: "No way, brother Amuro knew in advance that we would come?"

"Oh, because," the other party said easily, "Miss Zi sent me a text message."

Sometimes, the truth is as simple as that.

Songxue shook her head with emotion, tapped the phone screen, sent the reply email, and returned to the homepage.

nothing wrong?Conan asked with his eyes.

No, just a routine greeting from a friend.She mouthed the answer.

"I heard that you brought a friend here." Amuro's eyes paused on her for a moment, and after thinking for a while, he smiled, "It looks like you came here specially to find me."

"Well," Conan put away his smile and nodded calmly, "It's not very convenient here, let's talk slowly when we go back."

——"It's one of our own."

On the way back, Conan vouched for Song Xue with certainty.

Toru Amuro's identity is too complicated. To be on the safe side, he didn't even tell Hattori Heiji. Only a few members of the FBI knew the truth.

But Songxue is an exception, and Conan is sure that the team behind her is above the rules of reality.

Such an existence would be terrifying if it became an enemy.

Fortunately, they are on the side of justice.

Perhaps everyone has a different understanding of justice and has their own style of doing things, which may not be recognized by others.

And Conan is very sober at this time, his ability is limited, he can't force everyone to be the same as himself.Only by choosing cooperation and seeking common ground while reserving differences can we better implement the justice in our hearts.

Therefore, he tacitly reached a consensus with Song Xue, and now it seems that it is going smoothly.

"Well, I know." Unexpectedly, Amuro's reaction was also very calm.

When he looked at Songxue, he had a smile on his face.

"I've seen Mr. Songxue's information in the file, and I've seen yours too, Ms. Songxueguang." He said slowly, and then said after a while, "I'm very sorry."

Conan stopped suddenly.

Songxue was also taken aback for a moment, and looked at the man's meaningful eyes in a daze, and quickly realized: "You mean, my father?"

It turned out that her parents really worked for the relevant department?

Not only that—at least in this world—Amuro was implying that they had died in their line of duty.

It can't be said that it is not unexpected, but it seems...in reason.

Songxue had had such a premonition before, and after the shock in her heart passed, she felt her left hand being gently held, and the little boy looked at her slightly worried: "Are you... all right?"

"Yeah." She shook her head, "Actually, I don't remember them too much."

"I'm sorry." Amuro said, "but I think it's better to let you know about this kind of thing."

That pair of gray-blue eyes stared at her, with a hint of sadness, but also with a powerful calm force.

"I just have one question." Song Xue's tone was exceptionally calm, "Does my dad have a...code name related to alcohol?"

If they ever worked in China, maybe it was a Chinese wine.

Amuro shook his head: "Their business has nothing to do with the organization. However, I have received information that a member code-named 'Bai Gan' has come to Japan."

The author has something to say: Songxue was shocked: what, there is really nothing for nothing!

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