Conan's kendo master

In the morning of the next day, Hushou Zongmao went to the Metropolitan Police Department to record the transcript. At this time, the Metropolitan Police Department was still a little chaotic. Because of the attack last night, some policemen even had some injuries.

President Ueda died, killed by a man in black assault, and the floppy disk containing the evidence was also destroyed.

'Sure enough, it is a familiar style of gin, and sister Bei is not there, this person is unscrupulous.'

Belmode and gin are the extremes of the winery. One is extremely mysterious and the other is extremely public. If Belmode does it, then President Ueda will die unclearly, and the floppy disk will disappear out of thin air. The Metropolitan Police Department will only Know that someone committed the crime, but don't know who the crime was committed.

But the gin is different. As long as there is gin, it will be full of chaos. As long as the tail is not caught, he can do all the crazy things, such as sweeping the Tokyo Tower with a helicopter, or sweeping with a helicopter. Tokyo Tower, or take a helicopter to sweep the Tokyo Tower.

Assaulting a Metropolitan Police Department seems to be really not a problem for Gin.

But it was also the blessing of the gin. The Metropolitan Police Department was completely in a state of emergency, and the Metropolitan Police Department was attacked one after another, which greatly reduced their prestige. They had to do something to make up for it.

Because of this, apart from Hushou Zongmao, the only people who came to the Metropolitan Police Department to make transcripts were received by Officer Takagi alone, and he was very busy.

Toshou Zongmao also found the Maori family and Conan among those people, and he didn't know what other cases they solved.

I wanted to say hello to Conan and the others, because Tomomori Zongmao discovered that even if he did not have the intention of participating in the Conan plot, he would always meet various characters in the plot. The honesty of Aso I met last night made him feel involved. Conan plot may be the guide of fate, so he also cares a lot about Conan and his party.

However, because the people of the Metropolitan Police Department were urging them in a hurry, Hushou Zongmao could only go to see the people of the Metropolitan Police Department first.

Stepping into the room, Hushou Zongmao found that the people from the Metropolitan Police Department were in a meeting. The moment he stepped into the room, a group of people looked at him at the same time.

'Oh, it's really a good meeting ceremony.'

Hushou Zongmao was a little unhappy. Just now a group of police officers looked at him at the same time, making Hushou Zongmao feel like a group of wild wolves staring at him, and even a few police officers showed a little murderous aura. Shou Zongmao, for a more ordinary person, even Kogoro Moori would have to show his timidity. It is possible to fall to the ground with a soft foot. This is not like an ordinary witness at all.

However, the object they looked at was Tomori Zongmao, and they didn't care about Tomori Zongmao, who had experienced the murderous intent of the dead mountain and blood that erupted from one point.

"The key witness is here, we can listen to his testimony first."

It was Kiyomizu Matsumoto who was standing on the podium. The room where Tomori Zongshige was at this time was very similar to the multifunctional classroom. In this era, a particularly advanced projector projected the screen on the screen, allowing the police to understand the case better. The convenience.

Hushou Zongmao glanced at Officer Mumu in the crowd, and Officer Mumu nodded at him.

"Is it about yesterday's case of President Ueda's murder of Secretary Shimono?" Tomori asked.

"Yes." Matsumoto Kiyinaga replied.

His first impression of Hushou Zongmao was very good. Under the pressure of so many police officers, he could not help but sigh. He was indeed the son of the Juggernaut.

"What you want is not the so-called testimony, but the information organized behind President Ueda." Toshou Zongshi shook his head. He knew what the Metropolitan Police Department wanted, and he didn't want to bother, so he just picked it up. Clear.

There was a commotion among the people sitting in the seats, obviously because Hushou Zongmao was so direct.

"...No, you can give us a detailed description of what happened at that time." Kiyomizu Matsumoto obviously did not expect Tomori Zongmo to be so direct. He pondered for a moment, but did not let Tomori Zongmo directly say it. Information about the winery.

Although in fact, even if Hushou Zongmao said, he would not really say it.

"okay then."

Tomori Zongshige could see that Matsumoto was protecting himself and didn't want to involve himself too much with that mysterious organization.

Although Tomori Zongshige has been involved with the winery a long time ago, Matsumoto Kiyomag did not know. He only knew that the organization that had the courage to attack the Metropolitan Police Department must be brutal and terrifying. Although Tomori Zongshige is very powerful, but in the end He was only seventeen years old, and he was still a minor child, and he shouldn't be involved in such a big event.

Matsumoto wants to protect himself, and Tomori Zongshige is not good at wasting his good intentions, so Tomori Zongshige recounts what happened that day, including his pretending that the civet cat was replaced by the prince, making the people of the mysterious organization think that he had a floppy disk It was true, and sent someone to hunt him down, and then left after discovering that the floppy disk in his hand was fake.

Basically, except for Hushou Zongmao who knew that the mysterious organization was a winery, he said everything else.

Toshou Zongmao thinks that there is no need to keep these things secret, because as long as he has the heart, he can find that the timing of the winery is very strange. Under close inspection, even if he intentionally conceals his small actions, he will be exposed. It is better to tell them directly. It's better, at least it can give the Metropolitan Police a few more levels of trust in itself.

Sure enough, after Hushou Zongmao finished speaking, the eyes of the policemen who looked at him like a pack of wolves changed.

If Zongmao Toshou felt that the people sitting in the room were a group of bloodthirsty wolves, then in his eyes all the people sitting in the room have become a group of huskies, and occasionally there are a few that still release hostility. Hushou Zongmao directly listed those people as undercover wineries.

Police Officer Mumu's vision towards Hushou Zongmao was even more complicated. They did not expect Hushou Zongmao to save their lives secretly.

They thought it was appropriate to say it saved a life.

An organization that can kill people and destroy objects in the Metropolitan Police Department and escape safely. If you want to intercept and kill them halfway, it shouldn't be simpler.

If they thought that no one dared to do this before, then after the Metropolitan Police Department was attacked, their pride has been shattered to a certain extent.

"Brother Hushou, you are too dangerous." In a brief period of shock, Officer Mumu reprimanded with a bad expression.

"Um." Hushou Zongmao was startled, he could feel the concern of Officer Mumu, which was a kind of love from the elders to the younger ones.

Although Hushou Zongmao saved his life, but for Police Officer Mumu, Hushou Zongmao is his junior. Although he does not think he can survive the attack on the winery, he does not want to let him. Hushou Zongmao is in danger.

"I am a swordsman." Hushou Zongmao replied with a smile.

Hushou Zongmao's original intention was to say that he was a swordsman, even in the face of those dangerous situations, he was sure to retreat.

But others didn't understand it that way.

"I know you have your own pride as the son of Sword Saint Liu Sheng, but this kind of dangerous thing is not something people of your age should do." Officer Mumu continued to reprimand.

"amount……"

After being reprimanded unexpectedly, Toshou Zongmao left the Metropolitan Police Department.

After Zongmao Hushou left, the evaluation of Zongmao Hushou within the Metropolitan Police Department has risen a lot, and they are surprisingly consistent.

"Worthy of being the son of the Juggernaut."

"Young and promising."

"If you become a policeman in the future, it will be the hope of the police in the future."

"It's a pity... it's a pervert."

...

Toshou Zongmao, who had just left the Metropolitan Police Department, met Conan and his party who also left the Metropolitan Police Department.

"Yo!"

Toshou Zongmao beckoned to Conan.

"Ah, it's Hushou." Xiaolan saw Hushou Zongmao and walked up happily.

"Chee, this guy Lan, isn't he confused by this kid's dress up?"

Mouri Kogoro looked at Hushou Zongmao vigilantly, completely forgetting how much he was like a licking dog when he didn't know Hushou Zongmao's true gender.

"Good afternoon, classmate Maori, what are you doing here today?" Hushou Zongmao rubbed Conan's head as he said.

"Because my father resolved a murder, he came to the Metropolitan Police Department to make a record." Xiaolan replied.

"What's the incident?" Toshou Zongmao asked Conan.

But Kogoro Mouri had obviously misunderstood something. As soon as Tomori Zongshi finished speaking, he swelled up.

"Ahaha! It's just an ordinary murder case. I got Moori Kogoro on the go, didn't I get it right?"

Tomori Zongshige completely ignored Mouri Kogoro and still looked at Conan.

"Well, it's a case in an art gallery, where the curator Ochiai killed someone." Conan explained to Tomori Zongshi what kind of case he was solving.

"Art gallery."

Hu Shou Zongmao fell into remembrance.

When he discovered that he and Conan's plot characters began to meet constantly, he seemed to feel the call of fate, and he had not planned to intervene in Conan's case, and his mind began to liven up.

Curator Ochiai, in his eyes, is a poor person. He originally thought that if the case did not happen, he would find a way to help Ochiai and let him dispel the idea of ​​crime. Unfortunately, it was too late.

"Ahhhhhhhhhhhhh, brother Zongmao likes to paint?" Conan asked strangely when he saw Hushou Zongmao's reminiscence.

According to his understanding, Hushou Zongmao is a sword-practising madman, and he does not seem to be a type who would like art.

"I don't like it. By the way, I have to practice swords. I'll talk next time." Hushou Zongmao shook his head, and left after talking to Xiaolan.

'It's very strange, the look he just had, he definitely was thinking about something.'

Hushou Zongmao didn't know, but he changed the subject at will, but let the drum washing machine be puzzled by him.