Conan: The Mechanic

"Fujiwara, you are walking too easily, right?" Takeda looked at Fujiwara who was walking on the ground in front of him, and envied.

"There's nothing complicated here," said Fujiwara, who was holding Yingying and letting her wrap his neck around him. "And I think you're in pretty good shape right now, don't you?"

At this time, Takeda and Yuma were no longer putting their hands together as before, but held each other's hands firmly like Chiba and Ai Haibara-since Yuma also slipped once before , Takeda and Yujin have already chosen such a firmer approach.

At this moment, Chiyu suddenly frowned, and Fujiwara, Hotaru, and Haibara Ai also showed strange expressions almost at the same time.

The reason is very simple, they heard the sound of the motorcycle - on the originally silent mountain, and it was getting closer and closer to them.

"Did I hear it wrong?" Qianyu asked uncertainly. "this……"

In such a place where there is no human voice, how can there be the sound of motorcycles?

But in fact, this happened in front of them who were stunned.

"Front left," Qianyu had already locked her gaze in the direction from which the voice came. "Looks like a lunatic from the volume of the engine...but to be able to run the engine at full power in a place like this without hitting a tree, even if it is a lunatic, it is definitely a professional lunatic."

After about ten seconds, the sound of the motorcycle's tires hitting the branches on the ground appeared in their ears, and the fluctuation of the engine sound accompanying the change of attitude became clear, which showed that the motorcycle Not from a distance, but just right in their direction.

"Theoretically, a car shouldn't come here," Fujiwara frowned and walked behind a tree with Hotaru in his arms - the tree is relatively thick, and even if a motorcycle really hits it, it is absolutely impossible What damage does it do to them hiding behind this tree. "Be careful!"

"..." Qianyu took out the traceless umbrella in silence—not because of what he planned to do, but just because he felt a little pressure in this situation and released the pressure.

About fifteen seconds later, Chiba's auxiliary unit caught what he wanted to see in the crevices of the dense jungle: a man in full motorcycle racer attire driving a blue-painted motorcycle in their direction. come.

"You're actually driving here..." Qianyu murmured as she walked behind a tree with Huihara Ai.

When the motorcycle was close to them to a certain extent, Qianyu suddenly felt that this person seemed a little strange: a bamboo-colored pipe protruded from his back, and the strange top style of the exposed top made Qianyu not for the first time. It came to light what the packaging was. Just like that, the group watched the blue motorcycle gallop and stopped beside them.

"..." Fujiwara hugged Yingying, who had the same solemn expression and had already put one hand on the tree next to him, and looked at this man who looked like a wild beast, with a somewhat inexplicable expression.

"Boom!" With the roar of the engine again, the racer turned the motorcycle to the downhill direction of the tree root road, and in the process, Qianyu, who turned to the back of the racer, focused his attention on the bamboo on the back of the racer. A long tube in color and a dark bamboo tube with black fixed to it. At the lower end of the bamboo tube, there is also a thin rope with tail ends at both ends.

What are these two things... for?

Before Chiba could react, the motorcycle started swiftly down the mountain with the highest power, leaving only an unpleasant light-colored smoke.

Beijing Capital; 92-48, this is the license plate number of the motorcycle recorded by Qianyu's auxiliary unit.

"Why did you come from there?" After the motorcycle left, Qianyu looked in the direction where the motorcycle appeared with a puzzled look. "Even if it's a motorcycle, it's quite strenuous to drive in that kind of unopened place, right?"

"That's..." Fujiwara's face also showed some uncertainty. "It seems to be a bamboo knife barrel from a famous bamboo knife shop in Kyoto."

Bamboo knife barrel? If it is not used for other purposes, it is mostly used to hold bamboo knives. But... what is the purpose of a person carrying a bamboo sword and riding a motorcycle in a dense forest without many people?

"..." Fujiwara looked suspiciously at the direction the motorcycle was coming from, but finally focused his gaze on Hotaru again. After hesitating for a moment, Fujiwara still turned to the direction of going down the mountain. "Go down the mountain first, this place—"

"Don't worry about me," Ying suddenly shook her head, then supported the tree. "I just stabbed my foot, and I'm not dying. If you want to see it, go and see it. I may be able to walk on by myself if I rest here for a while. And if I sit here for a while, there may be more Opportunity to deal with it a little bit."

"Then..." Fujiwara pondered for a moment, then turned his gaze towards Yujin. "Can you take care of her? I'm a little apprehensive about what's going on over there and want to take a few minutes to check."

"Yeah!" Yuma nodded hurriedly~www.readwn.com~Okay——" Fujiwara carefully put Yuma down and let her use her uninjured leg and hand to barely support her, only after Yuma supported Hotaru, did she let go. He opened the remaining hand. Just as he was about to leave, he suddenly thought of something. "Wait a minute, Tachibana, come here too. "

"Huh?" Qian Yu was stunned.

"Just come here!" Fujiwara said, then left the path of the tree roots and walked into the dense forest.

"Ah... oh!" After a moment of hesitation, Qianyu looked at Haibara Ai with some hesitation, but the latter just nodded.

……

"Why did you call me?" Qianyu asked while walking through the jungle.

"I need you to provide me with enough fighting power," Fujiwara put one hand in his pocket and walked forward while observing the rut marks left in the softer soil on the ground. "They have Yingying there, and even if something happens, they at least have the ability to protect themselves - even if she sprains her foot."

"Do you think this person came here to throw the corpse?" Qianyu asked. "But it's hard to explain why he's carrying those two barrels on his back - it's hard to carry a body on a motorcycle with those two barrels on his back."

"Of course it wasn't throwing the corpse or something, but it was more likely to be hiding something else, such as the bamboo knife in the bamboo knife barrel." Fujiwara nodded. "Anyway, if the ruts ahead—"

His words came to a sudden stop after going around a tree - just ahead of them, the rut disappeared in front of the wreckage of a wooden bridge.

If it wasn't for the motorcycle that flew here from the sky, then the driver of the motorcycle damaged the bridge for some unknown reason.