Conan: I'm Really Not Tokyo Ghost Story

Chapter 260 Chapter 259, Who's Fighting With a Stereo! ?
This is the first time Suzuki Sonoko has met Toyama Kazuha and Hattori Heiji, so naturally it is not easy to intervene in their affairs, but this does not prevent her from gossip and nympho.

"Hey, Xiaolan, is this the famous Kansai high school detective you mentioned earlier?"

"It seems that he looks pretty good, does he have a girlfriend?"

Hearing this, Mao Lilan coughed in embarrassment, then glanced at Yuanshan Heye who also had a weird expression, and quickly dragged Suzuki Sonoko to explain the situation.

"Hattori and Kazuha are boyfriend and girlfriend who grew up together. Although they often bicker, they actually have a very good relationship."

"Hey... is it actually a childhood sweetheart again? It's really enviable."

Suzuki Sonoko pursed her lips and sighed: "It's a pity, I don't know why I just can't think badly about Senior, and I don't know which girl he will take advantage of in the future."

Saying that, Suzuki Sonoko looked at Sano on the other side, and noticed that Hattori Heiji next to the other side seemed to have something wrong with his face, and asked, "But did something happen between that Hattori and senior?"

"Ah... this is because Hattori accidentally slapped senior when he came to Osaka last time..."

Mao Lilan, who was originally ashamed because of Suzuki Sonoko's tough speech, began to explain the situation.

But Mao Lilan couldn't even finish his sentence, Suzuki Sonoko was already furious: "Nani, this black skin dared to beat me, I can't beat him to death!!"

Suzuki Sonoko had heard about the existence of Hattori Heiji from Mourilan a long time ago, so he naturally knew that besides his identity as a high school detective, he also had a father who was a high official.

But what about this?

Although strictly speaking, a business is not as good as an official, quantitative changes will also lead to qualitative changes. In terms of the super-scale financial resources of the Suzuki Group, let alone Hattori Heizo.

Even if the top leader of the current neon police system messes with her, Suzuki Sonoko, he can completely lose face, let alone Hattori Heiji's son?
Even Sano dared to fight, pretending that he didn't exist, right? ?

After Suzuki Sonoko howled, he was about to pounce on Hattori Heiji with all his teeth and claws, to avenge his good senior who was innocently victimized.

In the end, of course, he was stopped by Mao Lilan, who was covered in cold sweat.

"Yuan, Yuanzi, listen to me first!"

Mao Lilan whispered in Suzuki Sonoko's ear the whole incident, including Sano's pumping of Hattori Heiji into a pig's head, and finally giving the other party a kick.

Suzuki Sonoko, who was still furious at first, suddenly stopped.

...Hiss, looking at it this way, why do I suddenly feel that Hattori Heiji is a bit pitiful.

Suzuki Sonoko, who knew everything, looked away at Hattori Heiji, whose dark face had turned darker due to the movement just now, and looked away in embarrassment.

Seeing Suzuki Sonoko no longer bluffing, Hattori Heiji snorted coldly...Of course it is impossible for him to pursue something with a girl.

Although in terms of the other party's status, it's really urgent, and the one who suffers will only be Heiji Hattori himself.

The damn rich second generation is really enviable, especially such a rich rich second generation!
Hattori Heiji gritted his teeth secretly, then yawned again, wiping the tears from the corners of his eyes.

Ok?
This seems to be the third time Hattori Heiji has yawned since we met, right?

Conan noticed something was wrong, and after squinting his eyes, he chose to ask directly: "Hatori, did you sleep well last night?"

"Ah... It's not that I didn't sleep well, it's that I didn't sleep much at all."

Hattori Heiji muttered and replied, "You guys don't know what happened in Osaka last night."

"what's up?"

Conan's curiosity was successfully aroused: "Is there any particularly complicated case?"

"That's not it."

Hattori Heiji sighed: "It's the black god of death."

"...Black Death??"

Conan's face was full of question marks: "You mean the black god of death in Tokyo? They came to Osaka???"

"Well, just last night."

Hattori Heiji's memories drifted back to last night, and he began to talk about what he saw and heard last night affectionately, which made Sano's thoughts unconsciously drift to the past.

……

One o'clock in the middle of the night.

It's a magical time.

For some people, this is already the most critical moment of the dream.

And for some, it's the beginning of the night.

On a street in Osaka, tens of thousands of delinquent teenagers with sticks gathered together, and farther away, there were only more than a hundred policemen watching from a distance.

"Dad, what's the matter?"

Hattori Heiji, who secretly followed up because he noticed his father hurried out in the middle of the night, felt that he was surprised by the bad boys who gathered together.

"Heiji, why are you here?"

The frowning Hattori Heizo glanced at his son: "Forget it, just stand here and don't move around."

"...No, why don't you tell me what's going on?"

Hattori Heiji said a little depressed, he originally thought that some difficult case happened, so he followed him, but it turned out to be just... a fight between gangsters?
Although the number of gangsters seems to be a bit scary.

"Can't you see, bad boys are fighting."

Hearing Hattori Heizo's answer, Hattori Heiji couldn't help typing a line.

Hattori Heiji was not blind, so he could tell that those gathered together were basically teenagers around his own age, so it was impossible for members of the Yakuza to gather and make trouble.

Moreover, as the son of Hattori Heizo, Hattori Heiji also had some understanding and contact with these... hidden issues by accident.

Generally speaking, it is impossible for members of the Yakuza to be so stupid as to confront the authorities in the open.

... The opposition here does not really refer to rebellion, but to violate the rules.

The premise of Jidao’s legality in neon is that it will obediently listen to the official words, and the other is that it is very sensible and can handle the relationship with the public.

Even if it is doing bad things, it will only be done to individual individuals, and it will be against the public, which is purely unpleasant.

Therefore, even if there is any conflict between the polar organizations, they will not gather so many people swaggeringly to make trouble in the city center, otherwise they will be forced to disappear the next day.

As for the delinquent boys, it was because of various factors that the officials were somewhat restrained.

But these are not important, the important thing is...

"Why are there so many unscrupulous teenagers gathered here, and why do I feel that they don't seem to have any intention of fighting?"

Hattori Heiji was too lazy to complain about his father's brief answer, so he chose to ask directly.

"Because tonight's fight is not an ordinary bad boy fight, but..."

Before Hattori Heizo finished speaking, he suddenly straightened his back a little bit, looked at the other side solemnly: "Here we come."

coming?

what is coming?
The bewildered Hattori Heiji looked over in bewilderment.

Under the dim light at night, more than a dozen black figures walked out, and then walked towards the gathered delinquent teenagers in Osaka.

These people seem to be wearing a uniform system, with red words embroidered on the black windbreaker, and because there is only one word on the black mask, they can be seen more clearly.

It is the word "kill".

"Black Death..."

The unscrupulous teenagers in Osaka also noticed these people, and immediately put away their sloppy demeanor, and turned to look dignified, or cheered up with anger.

...Different from the one in Tokyo, Osaka is not the birthplace of Sano, there is no black death, and there is no black death, so there is no unity at all, and it is completely scattered.

That is to say, they suddenly received a letter of challenge from the black god of death. After deliberation, they finally temporarily united and prepared to join forces to fight against the enemy.

And even a temporary team needs someone to act as a temporary commander.

The person in charge of this position is a boy with a samurai head pierced, and also the leader of the most powerful runaway organization in Osaka.

...It is probably equivalent to the yellow hair of the former leader of the black angel, now the second in command of the black death.

The samurai squinted his eyes, holding the hand of the baseball bat, unconsciously using a little more strength.

The Black Reaper is the most famous runaway organization in the current neon area. Its fortunes are so fast and outrageous that in the entire history of runaways, not to mention no successors, at least it is unprecedented.

Legend level?

No, it's myth level!
For such an existence, it is inevitable that some people will feel afraid.

... There are even some who feel yearning and attempt to defect to the enemy.

Of course, as a good delinquent, a person like Samurai Tou has no fear. Although there is some yearning, there is more anger and expectation.

The latter is because of close contact with such a myth, or even fighting, while the former is because of the other party's arrogance.

...Actually, the fact that the black god of death came to attack Osaka is quite... quite surprising.

There is a long distance between Tokyo and Osaka, and the two are not two neighbors in the apartment, so they can be reached when they go out.

Generally speaking, if you want to achieve the achievement of dominating the country, of course you have to fight one region after another, slowly engulfing and spreading like a flame.

After all, there are usually a lot of people in the struggle between large areas. Naturally, it is impossible for a movement of this scale to span a long distance, so the black death directly skipped the middle area to challenge the situation in Osaka. It is true... Unruly and unreasonable, and probably because of that, only a dozen or so people come to Osaka now.

Both unexpected and extremely arrogant.

With just a dozen people trying to conquer Osaka, how dare you not be so arrogant when making a movie!

"Let's go, go say hello to Shinhwa!"

The samurai gave the first order, and the unscrupulous boys behind him immediately followed.

On one side were a dozen or so black figures dressed uniformly, and on the other side were tens of thousands of people who blocked the entire road at such a speed that although there was no uniform sign at all, they were like a tide.

The contrast is sharp and the gap is huge.

But under the leadership of Sano, the members of the special attack team did not show the slightest timidity, but became more and more excited.

...Of course they don't think that after a period of special training, they will be strong enough to be able to fight against a hundred or even a thousand with one.

But as long as the person in front takes the lead, they will never feel that they will lose, rather...well, it feels like they are relying on others.

On the wide street, Sano and his group walked very smartly, the windbreakers of the special attack suits swayed with the steps, and the face masks made their eyes colder and colder.

The momentum began to climb continuously.

In a trance, Sano seemed to hear the bgm again.

It's just that this time it's in English, Sano can't understand...huh? ? ?

Can't understand! ? ?
The corners of Sano's eyes twitched unconsciously, and his footsteps even imperceptibly stopped for a moment, then his eyes turned slightly, and he looked at the big black box on Huang Mao's shoulder without leaving any traces. Move every time.

Deafening.

...What the hell, I didn't even notice just now, why is this guy wearing a stereo while fighting! ?

(End of this chapter)