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Chapter 268 Reasoning?Push your dung balls away!
The next day, several people took the Shinkansen to Osaka after lunch.

Heiji's father, Hattori Heizo, is a senior in the police force and a solid boss, and Uncle Mori dare not slack off.

In the morning, he deliberately tidied up his appearance and sprayed on some cologne.

The journey on the Shinkansen was very boring. As soon as Uncle Mori got on the bus, he began to read the newspaper carefully.

Xiaolan was also able to sit still, just sitting on the seat and looking out the window through the window to the high-rise buildings that had been seen for an indefinitely long time.

Suddenly, Conan, who was sitting on the seat, jumped off his seat and left temporarily using the excuse of urinating.

Thinking of what Heiji did, Conan was also quite speechless. After Uncle Mori hung up the phone yesterday, Heiji called him.

"Hey, Kudo, remember to come early tomorrow to watch my kendo final, and I'll let you see my heroic appearance on the field!"

He was just about to fall asleep last night when he made another phone call last night.

"My game is at the Naniwa Central Gymnasium. After leaving Shin-Osaka Station, I get on the bus bound for Higashijiri for seven stops. If you are not sure, you can ask the bus driver."

He could only half-close his eyes, answered nonchalantly, and hung up the phone.

Thinking of this, Conan felt a little helpless, he was not a child, he just wanted to take a nap in the car, but he called Pingji again just after the car left.

Looking at Conan's back, Guangyou shrugged, he also heard what Heiji said yesterday.

Heiji also called him, saying that he wanted to show him the real way of swordsmanship and the ultimate cooking of his mother Chiba Jinghua.

If it wasn't for this dish, he wouldn't be bothered to go to Osaka again.

The Shinkansen has just left the platform, and it will be almost two o'clock in the afternoon after arriving in Osaka.

Thinking about sitting on the boring Shinkansen for several hours, Guangyou felt a little stiff in his buttocks.

Uncle Mao Li also found a way for himself to pass the time. He deliberately didn't buy newspapers with that kind of news, but bought newspapers about horse racing.

That way he could kill time while researching which horse to bet on next.

"Well, let's bet on this one next time. I hope I can win some funds for playing mahjong."

Uncle Mao Li looked at the newspaper carefully and murmured.

When it was almost two o'clock in the afternoon, Guangyou and his party finally arrived at the Langhua Central Gymnasium where the competition was held.

As soon as she arrived at the door, the sharp-eyed Xiao Lan found He Ye from the crowd who was looking around.

"He Ye! Let's come and cheer!"

He Ye ran in front of Xiaolan, a little overjoyed.

"Has your kendo club advanced to the finals?"

Speaking of the competition, He Ye was a little embarrassed: "Actually, the final will be held later, but I can't find this guy Pingci now."

"I think he must be investigating the murder that just happened."

"Murder?"

Conan raised his eyebrows, and his interest immediately rose.

"What murder?"

"I don't know the specifics. You have to ask Officer Otaki who is in charge of this case."

Under the leadership of He Ye, Conan went to the Otaki police officer to understand the case.

Guangyou used the reason of watching the game first to separate from the three of them.

After the separation, Guangyou went directly to Heiji.

I came to the equipment room where equipment is placed in the second hall of the gymnasium.

Before he walked in, he heard Heiji's reasoning.

"It's useless. Even if you do this, the police won't think this is the first scene. Mr. Otegawa, your method is useless."

"Cuijian should have been killed by you in the locker room next to the swimming pool."

In fact, Guangyou also didn't understand, perhaps because of his different thinking, why did he have to explain his reasoning process?
If yes, wouldn't it be better to subdue it first and then consider the reasoning process.

Perhaps this is self-confidence.

Heiji's fighting skills are better than Conan's, he knows the way of swordsmanship, and has a certain ability to defend himself. Heiji can understand what he does.

If Conan didn't have a football around him, and he didn't have anything to play with, he would probably have died if he ran into a more vicious prisoner.

In other words, why does Conan have something to kick around every time?

Could this be the so-called halo of the protagonist?

hiss!
Thinking of this, Guangyou couldn't help shivering.

The protagonist's halo is so terrifying!
After being stunned for a while, the reasoning inside has been pushed halfway.

Guangyou looked around and found a wooden stick in the corner outside.

As for why he found a wooden stick, he didn't know.

"Could it be that I also rubbed off on Conan's protagonist aura?"

Thinking about this, Guangyou picked up the wooden stick, walked lightly into the equipment room, and gave that person a blow.

The man turned his head, looked at Guangyou struggling, and fell down unwillingly.

"Why are you here? And what are you doing?"

Heiji's reasoning was pushed halfway, only to see Guangyou knocking out his audience, feeling aggrieved.

"His hands were placed next to the knife. It seemed to me that he wanted to resist, so he just knocked him out."

Kosuke fooled the past directly with the reason that Heiji could not refuse.

Heiji looked at Guangyou's expression that I was treating you well, and didn't know what to say.

"Then who should I reason about? I managed to catch the prisoner before that fellow Kudo."

Usually, there is a feeling that you make him retract halfway through the bathroom.

Extremely aggrieved!

"Push your dung ball!"

Guangyou showed a disgusted expression: "It's almost the finals, you are still reasoning here, the prisoner is lying on the ground now, just hand it over to Police Officer Otaki later, don't you want to have a good time with Mr. Okita Is it a showdown?"

"Too."

Heiji nodded, "Okay, then I'll go to the competition."

After speaking, he left the equipment room.

After leaving the equipment room, he pondered on the road: "Why do I always feel that something is wrong?"

Guangyou, who stayed in the equipment room, glanced at the prisoner who was lying on the ground, and stepped forward to kick him.

Seeing that he didn't respond, Guangyou nodded in satisfaction.

Turn around and pick up the wooden stick just now and walk out of the equipment room.

After informing Officer Otaki, Kosuke went to the competition site.

On the way, I ran into Conan. After explaining the process to Conan, he also followed Guangyou to the competition site.

When Guangyou and the others first arrived at the arena, Heiji had already put on a full set of protective gear and stood on the stage.

"Come on Pingci!"

With a blush on Kazuha's face, he vigorously encouraged Heiji on the stage.

Chiba Jinghua also came to the scene. When he saw Heiji on the stage, although there was no obvious expression on his face.

But there was still a little pride in his eyes.

The seats in the gymnasium were already full, so Guangyou and the others could only watch from the players' preparation area.

The field of view is quite good, and this can be regarded as another form of VIP seat.

Gaifang Academy, that is, the school where Heiji attended, has a high morale and obviously has great confidence in Heiji.

And the morale of Kyoto Izumishin High School, where Okita Souji attended the confrontation with Heiji, is not bad.

Before the fight started, the people below looked at each other and compared their morale.

Compared with the smell of gunpowder in the audience, the stage was much calmer.

Heiji finally moved his body, and the voice came out clearly through the mask.

"This time, I won't hold back."

(End of this chapter)