Conan's Unscientific Detective

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Fujino remembered the library murder incident.

It should be that the director of the library was trafficking drugs, and was discovered by his staff on the night shift. In order to prevent the matter from being exposed, the director killed people to silence them.

Afterwards, the curator hid the employee's body above the elevator.

When someone goes missing, the truth will eventually come to light.

So this afternoon, Inspector Megure brought his men to the library to search.

Unfortunately, it was unsuccessful.

However, Megure Jusan's unsuccessful return aroused the interest of the Boy Detective Team.

The little brats, led by the Death Elementary School Student, secretly stayed in the library after get off work, trying to find the body of the dead employee.

But a few suicidal kids turned on the lights in the library while searching for the body.

The librarian, who had just walked out of the library, keenly noticed that there were still people in the library.

He picked up a big iron stick and returned to the library, intending to kill the few little mice who were still in the library at that time.

"Why are there drug dealers everywhere in the world of science..."

Fujino gathered his thoughts and called Megure Juzo.

After learning that Fujino heard a scream in the Beika Library, Megure Juzo immediately gathered his colleagues and prepared to go to the library.

Because according to his intuition, every time Brother Fujino reported a case, there was either a murderer or a criminal gang.

He still vaguely remembered that the last time his brother reported a crime, they searched a group of people and wiped out an Italian robber gang.

That time, he was rewarded well by his boss.

So this time, it must be right.

On the other side, after Fujino hung up the phone, he held a calming Hanako in his mouth, and groped into the library with two strengthening cards and a wooden sword in his hand.

Inside the library.

Conan and his Paw Patrol have discovered the truth of the matter at this time.

Just when they finally came to their senses and were about to call the police.

The elevator door behind me suddenly opened.

First, there was the curator's sinister face, and then there was the tall figure in a black suit.

One of his hands was hidden behind his back, and in the hand, he was tightly holding a large iron stick.

The big iron stick is waiting for the opportunity to take advantage of the "little mice" letting their guard down and then have a fun game of whack-a-mole.

It's just the kind that will kill you if you get hit.

Afterwards, seeing that something was not right, Conan, the Paw Patrol Captain, first gave some instructions to the members of the Suicide Squad.

Then he risked his life to attract the murderer's attention and let the children get on the elevator first.

The elevator goes down.

Just as the curator reacted, Conan dodged the danger of being hit on the back of his head by the iron rod.

Then a shovel slid under the curator's crotch and entered the elevator, where the remaining clearance was less than half a meter.

(End of this chapter)

Chapter 65: You call it Childhood Shadow, right?

"What a bunch of damn rats!"

The curator, holding an iron pipe, stared at the descending elevator with a grim expression.

Then I saw a man's body lying on the top of the elevator.

He retracted his gaze and looked at the elevator's floor indicator panel again.

"First floor?"

The curator murmured, turning to look at the stairwell, "It won't be that easy to escape."

Run all the way from the third floor to the first floor.

The curator wiped the sweat from his forehead, stared at the iron door that the elevator was about to reach, and sneered: "Finally, I caught up with it."

After a moment, a ding sound was heard.

The curator who heard the voice immediately stepped forward.

After he opened the elevator door with his bare hands, he took out the iron rod behind him and shouted into the elevator: "Wake up! Damn little rats!"

However, this roar was in vain.

The descending elevator was empty.

"Gone?"

Looking at the empty elevator in front of him, the curator exclaimed in surprise.

After coming back to his senses, he murmured, "It seems that he went down halfway?"

"What a clever little mouse!"

As he spoke, he pressed the elevator's emergency brake button, his face grim, "Without the elevator, you little rats, no matter how smart you are, are just turtles in a jar!"

"Da da da…………"

At this time, waves of footsteps came from behind.

Is there anyone else besides those little mice?

The curator frowned.

As soon as I turned my head, I saw a black, big, and unusually thick thing coming into view.

It's a wooden sword!

"Snapped!"

"what!"

There were muffled sounds mixed with screams.

As soon as he turned around, he was hit in the face by a knife from some old man.

The intense pain stimulated him to cover his head, and while howling in pain with a distorted expression, he slowly retreated into the elevator behind him.

The big iron stick in his hand also fell to the ground, making a crisp metallic sound.

When the pain gradually faded away, he raised his head grimly and looked forward.

I saw a young man wearing a black suit and vest, holding a wooden sword, standing at the elevator door.

For some reason, he always felt that the glasses the young man was wearing were flashing a cold white light.

He turned his gaze to the large iron pipe outside the elevator, and then looked at the wooden sword in the young man's hand.

Well, I can’t beat him!

Act decisively and turn off the power.

But when the button is pressed, there is no response.

At that moment, he suddenly remembered that he seemed to have stopped the elevator just now!

It’s over, I’m a turtle!

As the curator looked at him in surprise, Fujino raised the wooden sword in his hand again...

Late at night, wailing sounds echoed in the library.

Those mournful cries made those who heard them sad and those who listened to them shed tears.

If you don’t know, you might think someone is slaughtering a pig.

Hearing the miserable cries, the children hiding on the second floor trembled in fear.

But Conan was very brave. He picked up a flower pot and groped in the direction where the sound came from.

Then, he saw a scene that he would never forget in his life.

In the dim elevator, a man was hitting another person's head fiercely with a stick-like object.

While knocking, he kept muttering: "It's just the shadow of your childhood, right?" "Your eyes are glowing red, right?" "You're pretending to be a ghost, right?" "Practice again..."

Who is that person?

Knocking like this could be fatal!

Could it be that someone else was killed by the curator?

Conan collected his thoughts and frowned.

Without hesitation, he leaned down, pushed aside the gear of his football shoes, and kicked directly at the flowerpot that had just been placed on the ground.

boom!

There was a loud bang and lightning flashed everywhere.

The flowerpot flew straight behind the person who was committing the violence.

Hearing the crackling sound, Fujino, who was finishing off the enemy, suddenly felt a sense of crisis.

Under the enhanced effect, he subconsciously dodged to the side.

Then, a flower pot exploded in the elevator.

If I get hit by this attack, I might die, right?

Fujino stared at the broken pieces of the flowerpot on the ground and couldn't help swallowing.

He already had an idea of ​​who was behind the sneak attack.

As I turned around, I saw Conan, wearing the classic blue jersey, his sneakers still smoking.

"Fujino?!"

Through the dim light, Conan recognized who was committing the violence.

If not Fujino, who else could it be?

At this moment, Fujino couldn't help but twitch his mouth slightly as he looked at Conan standing in front of him.

This little bastard, is he going to repay kindness with enmity?

As he thought about it, he couldn't help but tighten his grip on the wooden sword in his hand.

Seeing Fujino's unfriendly look.

Conan's back showed a little cold sweat.

Looking at Fujino as if he was going to knock me to death, I didn't know what to say.

He scratched the back of his head and remained silent.

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"By the way, Fujino, why are you here?"

After a moment, Conan, having recovered from his embarrassment, asked Fujino.

The doubt in his eyes was self-evident.

"I just heard a scream here, so I came over..."

As he spoke, Fujino walked forward, rubbed Conan's head hard, lifted it up, and educated him: "Also, how many times have I told you, children should use honorifics when addressing their elders!"

"Yes! Fujino, pigeon."

Conan wanted to struggle, but after taking one look at the curator who was foaming at the mouth from being beaten, he calmed down.

He showed an expression as if he had lost all hope in life.

numb.

After giving Conan a hard time and taking revenge for the flowerpot incident.