[Conan] I just want to be a magician quietly

When Hattori Heiji kicked the theater door open with a panting kick, Raphael had been in a similar "King Lifting the Tripod" posture for five minutes.

Hattori Heiji: ? ? ? ? ?

He saw the unconscious "Wakaki Ryo" on the edge of the stage for the first time, and immediately ignored Raphael who was performing performance art, and went forward to check on "Wakaki Ryo".

Fortunately, it was just a coma, and the person was still alive.

Hattori Heiji breathed a sigh of relief, and then sat down on the edge of the stage, breathing in the air.

The whole day of running around today had already consumed a lot of physical strength. Because he was worried about the safety of Wakaki Ryo, he just ran all the way here. Even the Osaka Black Chicken with a comprehensive strength of B+ felt a little exhausted at this time.

Raphael looked at Hattori Heiji who seemed to be planning to blend directly into the background, and suddenly felt a little angry.

"Can't you just look at me?"

As a serial killer who specializes in hunting serial killers, am I so shameless?

It turns out that no matter how high a person's status is, after being forced to exercise for more than five minutes while carrying a super heavy angel, the aura of any mysterious villain can be completely dissipated.

Hattori Heiji waved his hand while panting.

"Let me take a break."

"Hattori, Wakagi-san, are you okay...eh?"

When Conan, who was leaning on a crutch, jumped into the theater on one leg, he looked at the weird scene in the theater and seemed to lose his ability to speak for a while.

"What happened?"

Hattori:?

Can you jump so fast on one leg?

Conan may have understood the shocked expression on Osaka Kuroji's face and blinked.

"I came here by the park tour bus."

Hattori Heiji: ...

"Wakamu is fine, he just fainted temporarily. As for Mr. Raphael, he was like this when I arrived."

Hattori Heiji rested for a while, stood up, and walked to the vicinity of Raphael. During this time, he almost slipped and rolled over the craft angel because of stepping on the pool of palm oil.

Give Raphael a BUFF that breaks his spine.

Raphael who almost experienced a real broken back: ...

Hattori Heiji who saw clearly what the angel was from a close distance: ! ! ! !

Hattori Heiji took two steps back, recovered his san value that was dropping rapidly, and then gritted his teeth and called the police.

As for Raphael.

Let him be crushed by his own work, anyway, he won't be crushed to death for the time being.

Just a glance at this angel, Hattori Heiji couldn't help thinking of the miserable state of Torimitsu Yu and the mutilated bodies dug out by the Metropolitan Police Department.

He deserves to die!

Raphael: ┓( ´∀` )┏

"Aren't you two detectives going to help? You don't want me to be exhausted later, and the police will only find a pool of murderers."

Conan/Hattori: ...

"Then let's make a deal. If you help me now, I will help the little brother over there and keep a little secret~"

Conan's face changed slightly, and he jumped to the center of the stage with one leg, looking at Raphael who was in a very bad state at the moment.

Hattori reached out and grabbed the wheel hub of the angel, letting Raphael take a breath, but he didn't directly help pull the angel away.

Raphael was not angry, but took the opportunity to move his extremely sore hands.

Whether intentionally or unintentionally, when he moved his hands, the watch on his left hand collided with the cuff of his right hand several times, making a crisp sound.

Raphael lowered his eyes. He was indeed a detective whose hair had not yet grown out.

"What do you know?"

Conan asked in a deep voice.

Raphael shrugged, "The chairs in Ito Suehiko's conference room are not in line with the overall decoration, right?

He specially asked someone to install the chairs, and there is a fingerprint scanner on the armrest of the chair.

And you are the only one among all the people who touched the fingerprint scanner again and again. So it is not surprising that your identity will be exposed, Detective Kudo Shinichi.

The body may become smaller, but fingerprints will not change easily.

So, Hattori Heiji, can you help move this thing away? You see my legs are stuck so tightly that I can't move. You don't have to worry that I will take the opportunity to escape, right?"

Hattori:...

Hattori Heiji turned his head and looked at Conan with an indescribable look, silently pulling the angel away.

"Thank you, Hattori, don't worry, I am a very trustworthy person."

No way.

Raphael rubbed his injured shoulder with a grin.

Conan looked at it with a gloomy face and made some noise from time to time.Raphael came out and asked:

"A high school student turned into an elementary school student. You don't seem surprised at all when facing such a thing?"

Is this person in front of him related to the Black Organization?

After all, in his more than ten years of life, Conan has only seen Sangria, a pervert who digs out eyes when he disagrees with others. If Raphael is a member of the organization, it makes sense.

Raphael supported the floor of the stage with both hands, adjusted his posture with difficulty, and rubbed his knees. Perhaps because of the force of the action, the strap of his watch knocked against the wooden floor several times, making a dull sound.

"Rejuvenation is indeed magical, but if it is related to that person, I won't be too surprised by anything."

Hatsuori frowned and thought for a moment.

"Are you talking about the professor?"

After all, at the beginning, he and Conan didn't plan to come to the fantasy park because of the recent serial murder case. It was the professor who sent a message specifically, so they came here.

But the client Suehiko Ito is dead, and Raphael, who is suspected to be the real murderer behind the serial murders, is half-disabled. The professor seemed to be nowhere to be seen during the whole process.

"You are like this, is it the professor who did it?"

Conan's face changed slightly.

"Wait, you are a hunter, and your goal is to kill serial killers, so, is your target this time the professor?"

"Bingo, you got it right. The two little detectives have found a lot of information~"

Raphael stretched out his hand and snapped his fingers in front of Hattori Heiji.

"But unfortunately, I am no match for him, so this is what you see."

Conan and Hattori looked at each other, walked into a small corner and whispered, ignoring Raphael who was stuck for a long time.

Raphael: "Hey, I'm bored, let's talk for ten bucks~"

"Don't you want to know how I got out and why I targeted the professor? Do you want the exclusive insider information?"

Hattori: ...

I've never seen a prisoner so eager to confess.

"When we get to the police station, the police will have plenty of time to listen to you about the whole process."

Raphael smiled disdainfully: "No way, no way, you don't think I can live until the police ask me to record a statement?"

No matter how you think about it, those politicians will not let the "because the FBI is incompetent and can't find the real murderer who killed the boss of the New York branch, so they let the notorious serial killer go out and try to let him kill another murderer" leak out.

Raphael is even very sure that there may be an FBI sniper ambushing outside the park now, and he will be shot dead as soon as he shows up.

I heard that a legendary FBI agent is in Neon recently.

The reason he was caught was because of this top agent. He was shot in the chest from 1,200 yards away. The bullet accurately grazed the gap between the heart and lungs. It was not fatal, but it also made him lose his ability to move.

Suddenly I wanted to know what the scene would be like if this walking legendary agent faced the professor.

It must be very exciting.