Conan's kendo master

"This matter may not be so easy, President Ueda, our Metropolitan Police Department will thoroughly investigate this matter, and will not let any criminals go!" He called his subordinates to handcuff President Ueda, and Police Officer Megumi said righteously. .

"Ha, you are still too naive. At the end of the day, the Metropolitan Police Department used to have many justice policemen like you, but now they are almost half missing. Do you know why this is?" President Ueda said slightly Said mockingly at Officer Mumu: "Some people, because of their sense of justice, have touched things they can't reach at all. Not only do they put themselves in, but they will also affect the people around them. I can say that they are watching. As you entered the Metropolitan Police Department, you should also understand the changes in the Metropolitan Police Department over the years, right?"

"No matter what happens, I will insist on justice." Officer Mumu pressed the brim of his hat, and Hushou Zongmao could not see what his expression was at this moment, but Hushou Zongmao could hear the firmness in Officer Mumu's words.

"No matter what happens? Do you understand the strength of that organization? No, you don't understand. Even the president of a large company like me, the head of a large group, is a dispensable existence in their eyes, not only will it be wrong? How much help I provide, everything depends on me, but once there are some mistakes, it means to kill and kill, and you will never be soft. Do you think that you, or the people behind you, can compare to me. "Shook his head, President Ueda continued: "Give up, Mumu, listen to me, don't explore that power, that is the darkness you absolutely can't touch, if you still recognize my uncle."

"what?"

Tomori Zongmao realized that he seemed to have heard some big secret.

This is a setting that has never appeared in the original Conan world.

"This matter, someone else will go back and consider it." Officer Megome copied President Ueda, and then prepared to take him away.

"Wait a minute, Officer Mumu." As Officer Mumu was about to leave, Hushou Zongmao suddenly stopped him.

"Oh, brother Hushou, do you have any questions?" Officer Mumu's attitude was very kind.

Although Tomori Zongshige did not solve the most critical bombings and sniping incidents, but it also solved the death of Shimo Secretary, and the most troublesome President Ueda also broke the law. This made Police Officer Megome very optimistic about Tomori Zongshi. Even the title has changed.

'Hehe, it's no good to be called a brother by you.'

Hushou Zongmao's heart slander, the two people he called old brothers, now one is in pain and happiness in the arms of their childhood sweethearts, and the other is shot with anesthesia guns every day. It can't be more miserable. If possible, Hushou Zongmao. I don't want to be called my brother by Police Officer Mumu, but since he already called that, Hushou Zongmao has no good way.

He called Officer Mumu, he had business to do.

"Nothing, I just want to take another look at that floppy disk." Hushou Zongmao said with a smile.

"Um... well, although in principle this is a crime and you can't let you see it more, you can solve this matter, and it won't matter if you look at it again."

Officer Mumu nodded and asked his subordinates to show the floppy disk to Hushou Zongmao again.

Hu Shou Zongmao took it and took a look, then smiled and handed the floppy back.

"Thanks, Officer Mumu."

"No, Hushou brother, it should be our police thanking you." Officer Mumu saluted Hushou Zongmao and finally left.

At this time, opposite President Ueda’s office, in a men’s room, a man in black was looking at President Ueda’s room with a binoculars. Seeing Officer Mumu left, he immediately got through his eldest brother. .

"President, Just now Tomomori Zongmao dropped the floppy disk containing our transaction records. Now the real floppy disk is in his hands, while the one in the hands of the Metropolitan Police Department is a fake one."

Although Tomori Zongmao's small movements avoided the sight of the Metropolitan Police Department, he was spotted by the man in black who was observing them with a telescope because he was facing the window.

"Huh? Why?"

The other end of the phone was confused.

He didn't understand the purpose of Hushou Zongmao's dropping the floppy disk, because that floppy disk should have no effect on him.

"Perhaps, he wants to investigate something." The man in black thought for a while and said.

This is the answer he considered from the perspective of a detective, because for a detective, he will take a great risk to close the evidence, so there is no other than what he wants to use this investigation to find out. Explanation.

"...Hmm." The other end of the phone obviously accepted this explanation, so the other end slowly said: "Originally discussed above, since the floppy disk has been in the hands of the Metropolitan Police Department, then we let this kid go and attack the police. Video room, but since he took the floppy disk back to his hand, it is really a way to heaven. You don’t want to go, hell has no way. You can vote on your own. Remember to monitor that kid and report the location at any time. To."

Outside the commercial street, Hushou Zongmao refused Police Officer Mumu's request to make a transcript now, saying that he would go again tomorrow, and then walked out of the commercial street alone.

Funako Nakagu, who had been holding him, was knocked out by him and asked Officer Sato to help him away, because what he was going to do next was very dangerous, and it was impossible to carry an oil bottle with him.

Hushou Zongmao glanced at the time of his watch. At three o'clock in the afternoon, he first went to a hypermarket and bought a set of men's clothing. Then he changed the women's clothing on his body and stored it in a public safe.

'Stretchability is not bad.'

Waving his arm, Tomori Zongmao nodded with satisfaction.

The makeup on his face has not been removed yet, just changed his clothes, because he is not going to change back to men's clothing, but women's clothing has a certain degree of influence on the performance of his own strength because of the style, so for the next thing that will happen , He must replace it.

After another afternoon tea at a milk tea shop, Hushou Zongmao glanced at his watch. It was almost six o'clock in the family.

The sky was getting late, and the crimson dusk had fallen on the earth, as if putting a bloody coat on the earth.

Buying a can of green tea in the vending machine, Tomori Zongmao walked towards an abandoned building.

Even in the bustling Tokyo, there are still dark corners. Just wandering around, Tomori Zongshige can find some abandoned buildings that are said to be demolished but have not been started, or some are repaired for various reasons. Unfinished buildings that were not repaired in the middle.

Walking into the abandoned building and arriving at a promising spot, Hushou Zongmao casually leaned on a pillar, then closed his eyes slightly and began to close his eyes to rest.

Time passed slowly, and the stubborn sunset could only slowly fade below the horizon. When the darkness completely covered the sky, Hushou Zongmao suddenly opened his eyes.

"I just thought, you should come too."

He was like a fool, talking into the air.

Patter, patter...

However, as his voice fell, footsteps sounded in this abandoned building, as if to respond to him.

... ...

But in Hushou Zongmao's ears, it was not the sudden footsteps that sounded, but the sound of the beating heart.

This is a skill that a great swordsman can possess, using the sound of heartbeat to judge the number of people.

'There are only two people, and I can be sure that it is the building that I just walked into. What should I say?Are they confident or too arrogant?'

Taking out the floppy disk and turning it around in his hand, Tomori Zongmao smiled, and then put the floppy disk back in his trouser pocket.

Not long after, two figures appeared in front of Hushou Zongmao.

Hearing the heartbeat close at hand, Hushou Zongmao held his breath, but it was useless. The strong murderous aura locked him, letting Hushou Zongmao know that he had also been discovered.

"I am in a position, but there is no window through which moonlight can penetrate. With this invisible darkness, can they also determine my location?'

While thinking about it, Hushou Zongmao picked up the bamboo knife in his hand, because the person opposite...

It seems that there is no plan to greet him.