Conan's Science Manga Artist Kudo Yuuji

"I'm so sorry, you can't enter now."

The freight driver at the north gate slowly stopped the truck. The security guard waved a red and white fluorescent stick in his hand and shouted loudly when he saw the headlights of the car.

"Hey, but I loaded the goods according to the time agreed between the company and Mr. Fu Jiang. If I can't leave on time, I will definitely arrive in Tokyo late. I will definitely be fined!"

The driver complained: "Can you please report to Mr. Fu Jiang and ask him to call our company to explain the situation?"

"This..." The security guard also glanced at the truck with an embarrassed look: "Mr. Fu Jiang is in the vault now, we can't go in, and the intercom just said that the communication function of the vault has been directly blocked..."

"Then I deserve to be fined, how can this be!"

The driver with freckles on his face unbuckled his seat belt angrily. He looked about 30 years old, and the ring on his finger showed his identity as a husband.

The security guard, who was also a worker, empathized well. He sighed first, then picked up the intercom as if he had made up his mind.

"This is Mifune at the north gate. Are there any collections that have not been packed?"

"The boxes that have not been packed since the vault was sealed an hour ago have been sent up. As for the goods..."

The other party paused for a while, probably to confirm.

"Ah, there are also some worthless plates, scrolls, and books. Mr. Fujiang said that they will be packed together and sent to Tokyo at the end."

Mifune smiled at the driver with surprise, then coughed twice: "Well, it's not good to keep the people from the freight company waiting. You should prepare the loading first and send this part of the things away."

When the next car comes, it is estimated that the time Kidd has announced will pass, and it will not hinder the next driver from loading the goods.

"Give me your documents, I'll stamp them, and you drive into Fujiang Mansion from the south gate."

Mifune looked up to confirm the driver, then stamped the seal on the documents, and instructed the driver to drive the car to the south along the wall of the mansion.

"What a nice guy, Mr. Mifune."

Handing on the steering wheel, the freckled driver successfully entered the Fujiang family with the stamped document. The car drove to the loading point not far from the North Gate warehouse, parked the truck in reverse in front of the loading platform, and the driver jumped out of the car with his cap on.

"You are the one who is loading at this time."

A sturdy man crossed his arms, followed by a group of men, who were obviously the workers in charge of loading.

"Since it is urgent, then..."

"Please wait a moment." The driver patted himself and took out a seven-star from his pocket: "Although Mr. Mifune has helped a lot, I will also have a headache if you don't agree."

"Oh, you are quite good at this."

Cigarettes were distributed to the workers one by one. In front of everyone, the driver lit the one in his hand and took a deep puff, so everyone puffed like this.

"If Mr. Fu Jiang hadn't locked himself in the vault, we definitely wouldn't be able to smoke so openly. We'll have to clean up the cigarette butts and ashes later!"

"Oh!"

Everyone agreed in unison, and then started smoking.

"Strange, are the cigarettes of Qixing so strong..."

After the driver's eyes were blurred and his legs suddenly went weak and he fainted, the moment he realized something was wrong, everyone fell down one after another.

The noise just now seemed like a dream, and the people who fell to the ground and fell asleep were indeed real. After realizing that everyone had fallen asleep safely, the driver climbed up with the help of the floor and dusted off his body with his hands.

Picking up the cigarette butt he had just smoked, he put his fingers into his mouth, slowly pulled out a transparent bag, and let out all the smoke inside before speaking.

"Really, what's so good about cigarettes?"

He was very careful not to step on anyone, walked into the loading platform, looked at the packed books and scrolls, his fingers brushed over several cylindrical scrolls, and finally stopped on the two that were attached to the white line.

"Although I have planned it for a long time, thank you very much, Mr. Mifune..."

"Hey, I think you should thank me more than Mr. Mifune."

The sound of light footsteps came out from the shadows, and the visitor blended well with the environment under the baseball cap, which means that the driver couldn't see his face clearly.

"After all, I didn't expose your tricks."

"Osaka high school student detective Hattori Heiji?! Shouldn't you be preparing for more important things now? Obviously, time is running out."

"Ha, I don't care about things like kendo competitions..."

Hattori Heiji found that the Kaito Kidd opposite was looking at him with complicated eyes, and he had a bad feeling.

"You... the more important thing you said is..."

"Aren't you going to confess to your childhood sweetheart? Compared to going against me, it's obviously more important than that." The driver took off his mask, and Kuroba Kaito, who had his hair done up like Kudo Shinichi, gave a thumbs up.

"Keep it up, Hattori-kun."

"Oh, thank you so much for your support..." Hattori Heiji thanked him subconsciously, and suddenly said, "No wonder! How come even you know that I'm going to confess!"

Kuroba Kaito blinked: "Well, various channels."

"You know I'm going to confess through all kinds of channels?! You think I'm a clown, don't you?"

Hattori Heiji suddenly realized that he seemed to be fooled. He snorted and took out two black barrels from his back.

"I see, you replaced my barrels."

"Hmph, although the preview said that you came to take the knife at ten o'clock, you actually replaced the real one with a fake one a long time ago, but the real one is still in Fujiang's house, and you did come to take it at this time." Hattori Heiji opened a barrel and pulled out a red short knife from it.

"You really like to play some word games, that police officer uncle can't find out that he is protecting a fake one no matter how hard he tries."

"It's called a fake, but it's actually more real than the real one."

Kuroba Kaito reached behind his back and pulled out the orange short knife that Minami Masamune gave him.

"What? The colors are totally different." Hattori Heiji said with a serious face: "What do you want to do by collecting these knives?"

"It would be too boring if I could tell you the answer so easily." Kuroba Kaito stepped hard, and the blade came out of the sheath and rushed towards Hattori Heiji.

"There are flaws all over my body..."

Hatori Heiji held the handle of the knife and pulled it out. At the moment he swung it towards Kid, he saw that a transparent steel wire tied to Kuroba Kaito's waist suddenly contracted, and the knife was swung in the air. Kuroba Kaito turned over in the air very swiftly and landed behind Hattori Heiji.

Directly pulling away another barrel in Hattori Heiji's hand, Kuroba Kaito grabbed the wrist of the Osaka detective and chuckled in his ear.

"Heiji, I like you too..."

"Damn, you actually used Kazuha's voice!" Hattori Heiji was angry, but his powerless arm still exposed his current situation.

You don't even need to look at it, you know that his face must be red.

"Damn Kaito!" (End of this chapter)