[Conan] I just want to be a magician quietly

Maori Kogoro looked at his daughter who had just stabbed him in the back with a face full of resentment.

"What a joke, why do I have to treat these little brats to a meal?" His eyes focused on a primary school student who was obviously oversized. This little fat boy looked like a glutton. Did I get a lot of commissions recently?

Xiaolan smiled and stood in front of the young suicide group, comforting the old father who was distressed about his wallet.

"Hey, once in a while."

"I'm just saying, anyway, I have to go to the Metropolitan Police Department to discuss yesterday's training, and I'll have lunch nearby."

I haven't even gotten married yet, and my daughter's elbows are starting to turn outward?

Maori Kogoro, who felt that his little cotton-padded jacket seemed to be leaking, wrapped himself in a suit. Neon in October was really cold.

Just as the three idiots of Teitan were happily ordering food, a pale and haggard-looking Maozi uncle, holding a tablet with heavy traces of smoke and fire, staggered past the group of people.

A small note happened to float in front of Huiyuan.

Ai-chan didn't think about it, picked up the small note and returned it to the absent-minded Maozi uncle. After walking away for two steps, she was immediately hit by a unique and enthusiastic attack.

A flame icon flashed on the tablet in the Maozi uncle's hand, and then this big man of the fighting nation was directly blown into ashes in a burst of purple flames.

The impact of the explosion directly blew Huiyuan Ai away, rolling several times in the air and falling in the middle of the road.

Seeing that the KPI was promising, the truck driver in the distance immediately stepped on the accelerator and crashed into Ai-chan who was temporarily unable to move.

Go to another world to reincarnate, girl!

However, the poor truck driver did not expect that the little loli lying on the road was covered by the death god of this world. Uncle Maori rushed and saved Ai Huihara's life from under the wheels.

The price was that he was injured and bleeding, and his eyes closed, announcing his withdrawal from this theatrical version.

Because this vicious explosion happened at the door of the Metropolitan Police Department, Xiaolan did not have time to call this time, and Inspector Megure led a group of men to complete the light-speed police dispatch.

However, Xiaolan's personality as a communication tool is still quite solid. Although she failed to complete the alarm work in this episode, her action of calling an ambulance is also quite skilled.

After that, the big speechless incident that forcibly delayed the progress of the plot occurred.

Because Xiaolan had to accompany Maori Kogoro to the hospital, everyone, including Inspector Megure, ignored Xiaolan, the only key person who saw what was written on the note that was blown away by Uncle Maozi, when recording the confession, and did not even think of sending an outside staff to the hospital for a walk.

Emmmm, it must be because the cases here in Mika happen too frequently, so the Metropolitan Police Department is seriously understaffed. That must be the case.

It's not because the Tokyo Metropolitan Police Department is too useless that I didn't think of this.

After all, the key clues should be left to Conan, everyone knows.

Wakagi Ryo was driving Conan's live broadcast room, watching Inspector Megure, under Conan's reminder, find a business card with only the corners burned black from the briefcase of the Maozi uncle, who was at the center of the explosion but was only blackened.

It says Jinpei Matsuda, Chief of Patrol Division 1, Criminal Investigation Division of the Metropolitan Police Department.

He couldn't help but sigh, turned his head and looked at Matsuda Honda beside him, "What material are the business cards of the Metropolitan Police Department made of? Is the quality so good?"

Matsuda:?

"It's just an ordinary business card."

Okay, this is probably the treatment of important evidence. Wakagi Ryo lay back on the sofa and continue watching the live broadcast.

Conan followed Sato Miwako like a dog in the Metropolitan Police Department as if he was going home, and was caught by the beautiful policewoman.

However, Sato was a person who could get a high score. When she found that the reasoning cheat was delivered to her door, she took Conan into the archives without hesitation, and then began to recall the short week she spent with Matsuda Jinpei three years ago.

Such a small memory, it must have been almost covered with patina after going back and forth in three years.

Tsk tsk tsk, Wakagi Ryo looked back at Matsuda Jinpei again.

Matsuda doesn't care about confessing before death.

According to Sato's recollection, Matsuda was temporarily transferred to the Investigation Division on November 1 three years ago, so the business card was not made immediately. When Matsuda got the business card, it was already November 4.

And the date of his death was November 7, which means that he had the opportunity to send out the business card only from the 4th to the 7th.

Conan opened the archive and began to check the past few days.Record.

On the 4th, Matsuda Jinpei did not go out on duty and stayed at the Metropolitan Police Department.

On the 5th, he was on an escort mission, traveling between the Metropolitan Police Department and the detention center.

On the 7th, he died in the line of duty, so the only time he could have given out the business card was November 6th.

Wakagi Ryo stretched, took out his cell phone, and called Amuro Toru.

"Amuro-san, do you know about the explosion at the entrance of the Metropolitan Police Department?"

"Yes, I already know. The prisoner's belongings also contain the business card that Matsuda gave out that year. The police may follow this line to the Moon Temple (Hagiwara's tomb), and I have asked Kazami to deal with it."

"What about the person who put the collar on you? Do you have any clues?"

Amuro Toru paused, as if he was gritting his teeth a little.

"I checked. Those who entered the country with guns recently are all Russians. Based on this and the liquid explosives with a very personal touch, the high-level ones... Hum, I finally found some specific information.

Pramya.

He is an unidentified killer. His real name, nationality, and age are unknown. He has activities all over the world, and his base should be in Russia. Pramya is a nickname people give him, which means flame in Russian.

The two samples I brought back have already been studied by the public security department, but it will take some time to make a neutralizer."

After a brief chat with Amuro Toru, Wakamura Ryo hung up the phone, then smiled and took out the voice changer and switched to the account at the winery.

"Xiaofu, do you have time?"

After receiving the call, Vodka immediately looked at Gin beside him. Through the sunglasses, his eyes also revealed a message for help.

Gin glanced at the trembling driver with a cigarette in his mouth, and impatiently reached out to take the phone.

"What's the matter?"

"Hey, it's Senior Gin. It's nothing serious. I just want to ask if the organization has any industry in Shibuya."

Gin frowned. What is the little madman trying to do?

"There is a safe house under construction, two bars, and two open enterprises, mainly managed by those under Rum."

Ruo Muliang's eyes lit up. It's good to have it. Isn't it a reason to change the vest and make trouble?

"That's good. I won't bother you, Senior Gin~"

Ruo Muliang hung up the phone with a snap, leaving Gin holding the phone on the other side, exuding a thick black aura.

Good guy, you dare to hang up my phone? Are you asking for a beating? Sangria?

Vodka looked at the phone with two cracks on the screen and swallowed his saliva.

Big, big brother, that's my phone QAQ.

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When Wakagi Ryo rushed to the hospital, the plot had already fast-forwarded to the scene where Maori Kogoro was in the ward, howling in pain.

The nurses and doctors all had expressions of doubting their lives. No, with so many doses of anesthetic, anyone should have fainted. Why was Maori Kogoro still sober and crying in pain?

Is this person resistant to anesthetics?

Wakagi Ryo looked down at the culprit who pretended to be indifferent, and while Xiaolan was not paying attention, he picked up Conan and skillfully shot Maori Kogoro with a watch-shaped anesthetic gun.

Maori narrowed his eyes: "Ah, this familiar feeling~"

Then he closed his eyes and fell asleep in seconds.

Conan: !!!

Wakagi, brother, are you trying to scare me to death? Although Xiaolan was facing our direction sideways just now, if she had turned her head slightly, she would have died!

Conan was almost exposed in public, and was so scared that he was sweating all over.

On the other side, after the doctor examined Maori Kogoro's condition, he wiped the cold sweat from his forehead calmly.

I said, how could someone be so resistant to anesthetics? I have already increased the concentration to 10 times, but there is no reaction at all.

It seems that the drug may just take effect slowly... Hehe.

He cleared his throat and said to Xiaolan: "The patient's condition is okay, there is no fracture, but because of the heavy blow to the head, the suggestion here is to transfer to the hospital in Shibuya for detailed examination."

Xiaolan was relieved and looked at Maori Kogoro who finally fell asleep on the bed.

"I'll send Conan to the doctor tonight. If you don't need to take care of this troublesome kid, Xiaolan can stay here with Uncle Maori. I will ask Midorikawa to bring you dinner."

"Thank you, brother Wakagi."

Xiaolan smiled gratefully at Wakagi Ryo.

At this moment, there was a knock on the door of the ward.

Mao Lilan stood up and opened the door in confusion.At the door, I saw a middle-aged strong man and a tall and bright foreign beauty beside him.

"Who are you..."

"I am Tsutomu Muranaka, and this is my fiancée Christine Lisa."

Ryo Ruomu tilted his head and looked at the beautiful sister outside the ward who looked particularly gentle and intellectual, and smiled slightly.

Hello, Pramya, it's our first meeting.