[Conan] I just want to be a magician quietly

Hattori and Conan stared at the phone in front of them and fell into deep thought.

After cracking the second digital code sent by Toriimitsu Yukio: 47 [3] 4, the two quickly found the second phone behind the net under the silver umbrella.

However, Conan and Hattori waited for a long time around the phone, their legs were numb from squatting, and they didn't wait for the second phone to ring.

Conan: "We shouldn't have found the wrong place... right?"

Hattori Heiji also turned his hat a little uncertainly, and reached out to hold the quiet phone in his hand.

"It can't be that person who forgot the number of this phone."

"What should we do now? The game has reached the eighth game. Didn't he say that he would commit suicide after the ninth game?"

Hattori: ...

"But we don't have the follow-up code, and it's not realistic to search the entire stadium's stands."

The two squatting detectives looked at each other and decided to wait a little longer when Conan's phone rang.

"Hey, Wakamu, what!!!"

Conan stood up suddenly in shock, and because he squatted for too long, his legs were a little numb, and he almost hit the back of the seat in front of him.

"You have caught that person?!!"

Hattori: ...

The black-skinned detective stood up silently, rubbed his numb calves, leaned on the block and began to empty his mind.

Next time I go out, I'd better not bring Wakamu with me.

I worked hard to run the entire stadium several times, and my legs became thinner. What's the point?

On the other side, Conan's situation was not much better. He answered the phone as if he was in a trance, and then turned to look at Hattori Heiji.

"Wakagi-san said that when he went to the bathroom during the break, he saw a sneaky old man wearing a hat and holding a large bag in his hand.

He found an opportunity to take a sneak peek and found a bomb covered with newspaper in the shopping bag..."

Hattori Heiji: ...

Is it really not because of Wakagi-san's luck that he happened to run into the bomb?

Forget it, as long as he is fine.

On the other side, Wakagi Ryo gave the unconscious Toriimitsu Yukio a little healing potion to promote the metabolism of the truth serum in his body, and then called Conan at the right time.

On the mobile phone screen, the Q version of Hiroki has very professionally summarized the cause and effect into a report.

The cause of Toriimitsu Yu's death is not much different from the original work, because he mistakenly entered the fast lane while riding a bicycle and caused a traffic accident.

But on the eve of Toriimitsu Yukio claiming his son's body and preparing for cremation, the body suddenly disappeared.

One day later, Yukio Torii received the photo that made him crazy.

Because the photo was sent by mail, and there were no cameras in the neighborhood where Yukio Torii lived and the nearby streets, Moran did not find more clues.

Ryo Wakagi sent a message to Toru Amuro, asking him to dismantle the homemade bomb brought by Yukio Torii during the last little time when -80 was away.

In the world of science, it is normal for anyone who has anything to do with detectives to dismantle bombs.

The trip to Koshien was not very pleasant, because it was a temporary itinerary, and the ticket that Officer Otaki asked his friend to buy was relatively remote and did not have a good view.

In addition, not long after the game started, the three Hattori left the field early because of Yukio Torii's matter, leaving only a few people who were not very interested in baseball to stay in jail.

When Hattori and others received Ryo Wakagi's message, they saw that the poor Officer Otaki's vacation was ruined, and he carried Yukio Torii away with great difficulty, and when he returned to his seat, the game had already ended.

If I had known earlier, I would have split up and taken Xiaolan and Wakagi to Takarazuka to watch the show.

Toyama Kazuha, who didn't know that Koshien was almost blown up, puffed her cheeks, poked Hattori Heiji's shoulder and complained in a low voice.

"Really, you were the one who said you were going to Koshien, and you were the one who ran away halfway through. It's a rare summer vacation, it's really..."

Hattori Heiji: ...

Stop scolding, stop scolding.

"You're right, it's a rare summer vacation, it's a pity not to have fun."

Wakagi Ryo smiled and took out several tickets from his arms.

"Some time ago, the publisher gave me a few tickets to the 'Fantasy Park', why don't I go there and have some fun?"

"Okay, okay, thank you Wakagi!"

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After returning to Tokyo, Wakagi Ryo had just put on the Sangria vest when he received a call from Gin.

"Come to this address as soon as possible."

Wakagi Ryo:?

Why does the voice of the model worker sound so murderous?

It shouldn't be becauseThe truth of the comic is revealed... I guess.

Wakamura Ryo touched his nose, looked at the address sent on the phone, and silently put up dozens of layers of protective shields for himself.

After following the address to the destination, Wakamura Ryo looked at the somewhat cramped apartment building in front of him, and after confirming the floor

Almost as soon as he entered the door, Wakamura Ryo was frightened by the strong smell of blood in the house and took a step back.

Gin sat on the sofa in the middle of the room with a murderous look on his face, and Vodka leaned against the wall a little frustrated, holding a laptop in one hand to check the information.

The source of the bloody smell was the bloody humanoid creature at the door of the bedroom.

Wakamura Ryo walked to the front of the corpse, squatted down, and began to observe carefully.

The condition of the corpse was a bit similar to that of Tori Mitsuhiro he had seen not long ago. Both hands were broken at the elbows, and something was blocked in the eye sockets.

But this time, it was not a baseball that blocked the eyes, but a rice ball.

From the convenience store shopping bags scattered beside the corpse, it can be seen that the murderer probably used local materials.

"What's going on?"

Vodka raised his head silently and looked at Ruo Mu Liang with a slightly suspicious look.

"There is a mission that requires some peripheral members, but I have contacted them several times, and no one answered the phone of this peripheral member, so after completing the mission, we stopped by to take a look."

Ruo Mu Liang raised his eyebrows. He must have come to deal with the disobedient peripherals.

"As a result, this is what I saw when I entered the door."

Vodka looked at Ruo Mu Liang, hesitant to speak.

Ruo Mu Liang:?

I said it was not me!

Face Gin's cold murderous aura, Ruo Mu Liang smiled and stepped forward, grabbed Vodka's collar, and dragged him in front of the corpse.

"Xiao Fu, you should know that my method is not so rough."

Ruo Mu Liang took off Vodka's sunglasses, and the poor driver struggled desperately. Obviously, his physique was more than twice that of Ruo Mu Liang, but he couldn't get out of his hand.

Wakamu Ryo took out a small dagger and suspended it at the position of Vodka's eye socket.

"Even if I need to cut some parts from the target, I will keep the intact skin first~"

The dagger moved down a little bit and aimed at Vodka's abdomen.

"Like this, start from the abdomen, and be careful when cutting, don't cut the muscles."

Vodka took a deep breath in fear, trying to suck in his belly with eight abdominal muscles, for fear that some little lunatic would stab him with a knife while demonstrating.

Big brother, save me!

However, Gin did not react, just looked at this side coldly with a cigarette in his mouth, as if waiting for Wakamu Ryo's further explanation.

"In addition, in order to prevent damage to the beautiful eyeball, the facial skin must be peeled off first, and then the optic nerve must be cut, and then other vascular tissues must be removed bit by bit.

Vodka: !!!!!!

In the hot summer, the burly driver was frightened by Ruo Mu Liang and broke into a cold sweat.

Gin frowned: "Okay, Sangria."

Ruo Mu Liang loosened Vodka's collar and patted the non-existent dust on his hands.

"It's just an example, Xiao Fu, don't be so scared."

"You don't meet my aesthetic standards."

Ruo Mu Liang smiled and patted the driver's shoulder to comfort him, but it didn't work. Instead, it scared Vodka so much that he took several steps back.

Seeing this, Ruo Mu Liang pursed his lips and moved the corpse on the ground with his toes.

"So, this kind of crude method that can be seen as digging it out directly is not what I did. "