[Conan] I just want to be a magician quietly

"By the way, if possible, it's better to let Officer Otaki investigate the freight company where the fire occurred.

A person would not want to commit suicide for no reason. Perhaps something happened in his life that made him have the idea of ​​suicide.

This change should be related to the freight company."

After Ruo Mu Liang's ruthless spoiler, he thoughtfully stuffed a bottle of mineral water into Conan's hand after running for most of the day, and then turned around to continue watching the game on the court.

Conan unscrewed the water bottle half a beat late and drank two sips, then jumped off the seat a little dazedly, ready to meet Hattori in the 13th row of the audience in the left half.

On the other side, after knowing the specific location, Hattori hurried and finally snatched a ringing mobile phone from the hand of a young lady in the 13th row.

As soon as he pressed the answer button, he heard crazy laughter on the other end of the phone.

"What's so funny!"

Hattori calmed down his rapid breathing and asked coldly at the other end of the phone.

"Because you two kids are really funny, keep it up. Can't I have a little more fun before I die?

I appreciate this kind of meaningless effort."

"Also, don't worry, your phone won't explode this time."

"Hello!"

After saying something full of second-year feelings, the other party hung up the call in a second, which made Hattori Heiji punch the air hard.

About two seconds later, the second password text message was sent to Hattori's phone.

This time the password was still three numbers: 47 [3] 4

Hattori sighed, and began to reason with Conan who had arrived based on the new numbers.

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Wakagi Ryo stretched his muscles, turned his head to look at Maori Kogoro beside him, and then threw a lucky 0 at Uncle Maori.

Sorry, Uncle Maori!

But since he was going to meet a criminal who was carrying a lot of bombs and was going to perform a large-scale performance art on the stands of Koshien, he definitely couldn't let -80 interfere with his next move.

Hmm? Why did he already plan to catch the criminal himself, but he still spoiled it when Conan came back to borrow the radio?

Of course it was because the expression of the famous detective after being spoiled was very cute~

You can never have too much emotion.

After getting rid of -80, Wakagi Ryo turned around refreshed, and it didn't take much time to find the criminal who was going to self-destruct on the stands, the former advisor of the Teito Industrial High School baseball team - Torii Yukio.

This middle-aged man with a shaggy beard, a bad smell, a huge shopping bag, and a crazy look on his face while holding a mobile phone, obviously didn't fit in among the fans, but no one around him noticed him.

Well, after all, this is the world of science where Xiao Hei can run on the street in broad daylight.

However...

In my impression, although this Toriimitsu Yukio had the idea of ​​suicide because of his son's death, he even wanted to drag more innocent people to die with him before he died.

But in fact, he also knew that his behavior was just a vent of anger.

After all, the reason why his son Toriimitsu Yu died was because he consumed a lot of physical energy in baseball practice. When he was riding his bike home, he accidentally rode on the fast lane and didn't have time to brake, which led to an accident.

So, he left messages to Hattori and Conan again and again. In fact, deep in his heart, he also hoped that someone could stop his suicide.

So, Toriimitsu Yukio, shouldn't act so... crazy.

It seems that he didn't get lazy and came here in person. There is obviously something unknown in this case.

Wakagi Ryo cast dozens of layers of illusions around Toriimitsu Yukio, and then quietly stepped forward and knocked out a middle-aged uncle who looked mentally in a worrying state with a knife, and took over the shopping bag filled with bombs from his hand.

Well, it feels good to not have a -80 to backstab at any time. I don't have to worry about grabbing bombs with my bare hands.

At this moment, Maori Kogoro in the stands sneezed for no reason, and then sat down on his chair.

Wakagi Ryo dragged Toriimitsu Yukio to a remote corner openly, opened the small map and checked it carefully. After confirming that there would not be a Conan eavesdropping in a corner, he casually gave Toriimitsu Yukio a shot of truth serum, and then took out a small bottle of smelling salts to wake Toriimitsu Yukio up.

As a member of an illegal organization, it is reasonable to carry these things with you, right?

Moreover, he didn't want to spend too much time on this person who was not in a good mental state.

"WhyWhy do you want to commit suicide here? "

Torimitsu Yukio slowly opened his eyes, his expression was extremely dull.

"Give, avenge Xiaoyu."

Wakamu Liang frowned slightly, "Didn't your son die in an accident?"

As if he was poked in a sore spot, Toriimitsu Yukio's expression suddenly became ferocious, and his hands and feet danced wildly.

"Hands, hands! Eyes! Baseball... Ah ah ah ah, I'm going to kill them, kill them all!!!"

Wakamu Liang held down Toriimitsu Yukio who was struggling with one hand.

The truth serum that the organization sent out was absolutely reliable. After struggling for a while, Toriimitsu Yukio slowly calmed down and returned to his dull look like sleepwalking.

Wakamu Liang frowned and took out his mobile phone, asking Moran to retrieve Toriimitsu Yu's case data at the time.

"What happened to your son? "

Torimitsu Yukio fluttered his body and went crazy again.

"Hand, gone, baseball... baseball is sewn on the eye... Ah ah ah ah Xiao Yu, I'm going to kill everyone ah ah ah!"

Wakamu Ryo knocked out the crazy Toriimitsu Yukio with a knife, and his face became completely gloomy.

He seemed to know what happened. No wonder Toriimitsu Yukio in front of him was in such a crazy state.

It would be difficult for anyone to stay rational in such a situation.

He first sent a message to Amuro Toru, and then called Vodka directly.

Vodka, who had just stayed up late to complete the task and was a little relaxed, suddenly shuddered all over, looked at Gin who closed his eyes and rested with a sad face, and quickly answered the phone.

"Sangria, what, what's the matter?"

"I should ask this question. What happened that made Senior Gin warn me specifically? "

Vodka: ...

You don't know what you did?

He thought for a long time and said tactfully: "You like art or dolls, so next time you can just move to safe house No. 5, okay?"

Anyway, that place is now tacitly reserved for Sangria, and no one will have any objections.

Wakagi Ryo: ...

It is indeed the case.

"How many cases like this are there?"

If it was just the case of Torimitsu Hiroshi, it might not necessarily alarm the people in the distillery. As far as he knows, Gin's recent itinerary does not include Osaka.

Vodka:?

Although the big guy is a full-time driver, he is not a fool to have been in the distillery for so many years. He is keenly aware of the subtext of Sangria.

"It wasn't you who did it?"

Wakagi Ryo: ...

"Xiao Fu, do you think my taste is so bad? "

Slander! This is really slander!!!

Ruo Muliang gritted his teeth and squeezed out a question. Vodka, who could hear the gloomy feeling in his tone through the phone, trembled timidly.

But after thinking carefully, it seems that the targets that Sangria has always wanted to collect are bourbon, rye, big brother, no, Shirley, Miyano Akemi, and so on...

The appearance is indeed not comparable to ordinary people.

And their eyes are indeed beautiful enough... Vodka, who realized that he seemed to be led astray by Sangria, slapped himself silently.

"From what we have found so far, there have been 3 cases, and there may be more in fact, but the police have not announced the news."

"I know.

Please help me pay attention to this matter. If there are new discoveries next, notify me immediately. "

Ruo Muliang hung up the phone, flipped through the information Moranhei sent, looked at the photo of the boy whose hands were cut off at the elbows and two baseballs were embedded in the original eye sockets, and slowly clenched his fists.

No matter who did these things, you just wait!