[Conan] I just want to be a magician quietly

Of course, in order to prevent himself from losing more than one person, Wakagi Ryo had made sufficient preparations before coming.

He waved at the two detectives who volunteered to come to his house, and showed a very friendly smile.

Under the threatening eyes of Wakagi Ryo and countless small animals, Conan and Hattori reluctantly moved to Wakagi Ryo's side and took the thing that looked like a large plastic wrap he handed over.

"Wrap this around his house twice, especially the windows, doors, and skylights. Be sure to wrap it more to prevent the smell from leaking into the street.

After all, I just want to take a small revenge on the criminal who burned my house, and I don't want to cause a biochemical attack on the entire street."

If it really comes to that, these two detectives would probably rather be smoked and find a way to stop him.

Conan and Hattori hesitated to speak, and turned to look at the small animals that had surrounded them. Standing a little behind the small animals was a big wolfhound that looked very ferocious. It was this dog that had just bit off the arsonist's mop handle.

Behind the big wolfhound stood Wakaki Ryo.

The two innocent detectives looked at the dog, then at the man, and for a moment they couldn't tell whether the combination in front of them was the dog relying on the man or the man relying on the dog.

"The skylight is left to you, Hattori-kun."

Conan carried an oversized plastic wrap and rushed out in a flash. He started with the broken glass in the arsonist's house and went around the perimeter of the house twice.

Hattori Heiji: ...

He looked at the smoke bomb in Wakaki Ryo's hand and carefully confirmed again and again: "Are you sure no one will die, Wakaki brother?"

"Of course, physiologically, no one will die."

Hattori Heiji seemed to have vaguely understood Wakaki Ryo's subtext, but he didn't dare to ask more questions. After all, the wolfhound beside Wakaki Ryo saw that he was slow to move, and his eyes began to become increasingly ferocious.

The arsonist was confused in the house, watching two students, one big and one small, wrapping his house with something like plastic wrap, especially the doors and windows, twice, and countless question marks popped up in his mind.

He wanted to rush out of the door, but when he saw the pure black wolfhound blocking the door, he immediately backed off.

He didn't think his bones were much harder than a mop pole.

Could it be that they wanted to burn my house in revenge in broad daylight?

That's not right, don't you need gasoline to burn it? I've never seen anyone use plastic wrap. Are you trying to suffocate me? Haha... Haha, the arsonist looked at the phone at home hesitantly.

Should I call the police?

However, it was too late to still be wondering whether to call the police.

The two tools wrapped the "plastic wrap" breathlessly, and Conan cleverly left a small hole for Wakagi Ryo to release the smoke bomb.

Wakagi Ryo touched Conan's head with satisfaction, and then showed a kind smile to the confused arsonist through the window.

Arsonist: ? ? ?

The next second, several black balls rolled in from the gap that Conan had left on purpose, and then Conan blocked the only loophole with lightning speed, and then pulled Hattori to sprint 800 meters, hid in a very far corner, and looked here.

The moment the shit green smoke bomb exploded, the arsonist rolled his eyes.

When the arsonist smelled the old shit boiling at the tip of his nose, and the strong stench was everywhere, and he was very conscious and proactive in drilling into his nose, he instinctively held his breath, his eyes bulged, and he rushed towards the door like a dying fish on the shore.

However, Ruo Muliang had melted the lock of his door long ago, and now if he wanted to break through this door, he had to smash the door panel.

The arsonist immediately turned his eyes to the window.

But the window is not easy to break through now.

The layer of what seemed to be plastic wrap was coated with a thin layer of magic protection, which was absolutely impossible to prevent local cheaters like Mao Lilan and Amuro Toru, but it was more than enough to stop the arsonist, a daily criminal with no force value.

The arsonist held his breath, and his face turned red and veins popped out.

But the glass that could be easily broken by cats and dogs suddenly became like made in China. Even though his hands holding the stool were numb from the recoil, there was no crack on the glass.

The arsonist's hands trembled. Due to lack of oxygen, his heart beat faster and faster, and he felt dizzy.

Then he leaned against the wall, used up all his willpower, and secretly put his mouthHe opened a little gap and took a tentative breath.

"Cough cough cough cough!! Yue...yue...cough cough, vomit!!!!"

Since Hattori Heiji tried the smoke bomb last time, Wakagi Ryo was amazed that the prisoners could last so long in his smoke bomb, and he was slightly dissatisfied with the power of the homemade smoke bomb.

So when he improved it, he increased the proportion of spicy ingredients in the smoke bomb.

After being smoked by the smoke bomb for so long, although the arsonist held his breath stubbornly, his eyes were still filled with tears, blurring his vision.

When he finally couldn't bear it anymore and took a breath through his mouth, his whole throat seemed to be sprayed with a flamethrower, and he coughed instinctively.

Once he coughed, his nose naturally started to work to take in air.

So...

The arsonist began a miserable life of coughing and vomiting, vomiting and coughing, and repeatedly dying. When he finally vomited to exhaustion and fell headfirst on his own floor...

Do you still remember that because of the revenge of the little animals, his floor was covered with all kinds of small gifts?

"Ugh... Save Yue... Life cough cough cough cough... Yueyueyue"

A new round of repeated deaths began...

Wakagi Ryo looked at the arsonist in the room with satisfaction, looking like he wanted to vomit his internal organs, and sent a message to Vermouth.

[Dear Ms. Winyard, thank you for your visit last night. I specially prepared a small gift for you~]

Turned around to take a photo of Conan who was peeking out and looking terrified, and removed Hattori Heiji next to him. Although his photo editing ability is not very good, he is a black chicken. Anyway, if the color of the whole photo is dimmed, he will automatically become invisible.

After sending the photo, he sent a location to Sister Bei.

That's right, it's the location of the arsonist's home.

"Let's go, Conan, Hattori."

Hatori Heiji: "Σ(ﾟдﾟlll) No, don't you call the police?"

Wakagi Ryo said with a righteous look on his face, "The smell of the smoke bomb will not completely dissipate until at least tomorrow morning. If you call the police at this time, it will be so cruel to the police who work overtime to catch criminals all year round.

Hattori-kun, your father is also a policeman, don't you have any sympathy?"

Hattori Heiji: ...

You've finished talking, what do you want me to say?

Conan: (ŎдŎ) Are you sure you don't want to smoke the arsonist for a while longer?

If Wakagi Ryo could hear Conan's thoughts at this time, he would probably smile and pull Conan's dog head twice, and say: I'm wrong, I also want to smoke your dear godmother.

"Besides, if the police come to arrest someone, they have to enter the house. At that time, Hattori-kun, will you drag that person out?"

Hattori Heiji:! !!!

No no no no no, let's feel sorry for the police officers.

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Two hours later

Vermouth looked at the house in front of her with a serious face.

Although Vodka's mouth could not be pried open for the time being, Vermouth still had her own intelligence channels, and through scattered information, she restored what happened that night.

The godson was able to escape the clutches of Gin, which was more or less due to Sangria's contribution.

So, she anesthetized all the small animals in Sangria's house last night. In fact, her original intention was just to sneak into the house, change Sangria into women's clothes, and post them on the organization's forum, just for a little revenge.

After all, beauty sleep is very important for a woman!

As a result, the German Shepherd (Matsuda dog) in Sangria's yard was so strong that it was not knocked unconscious by the anesthetic. After rushing directly towards her hiding place, she couldn't get rid of it no matter how hard she tried.

It can even dodge bullets!

Sister Bei didn't want to fight a dog to death, so she gave up the temporary revenge plan and drove away.

Who knew that the dog would chase her all the way!

What kind of feed did it eat to have such good physical strength? !

After finally getting rid of the German Shepherd, she found a nearby hotel to rest for a night. As soon as she got up, she received another message from Sangria, and the attachment was still the godson's horror.JPG

Sister Bei: I TM!

But considering Sangria's bad personality and special hobbies, she knew it was a fraud but had to come.

After all, Sangria could use photos to scare her countless times, but as long as one of them was true... she would really lose such a big godson!

PS: I feel a little dizzy after coming back from the wedding...