Conan: Naruto

"Haoyue."

Kudo Shinichi, who loosened the embroidery needle, didn't care at all about Hattori Heiji, who turned into a drama queen.

Shinichi hugged Dongfang Haoyue, who fell to the floor in compliance with gravity. He looked at Haoyue with great distress, who was trembling with fear from the black energy emitted by Shinichi, and regretted uncomfortably in his heart:

"Damn Hattori, you actually scared Haoyue like this. You really shouldn't have been merciful just now. After all, the stab was too shallow!"

"Really, just pick it up, why do you get so angry? It hurts me to death."

Hattori Heiji, who gradually regained his composure, clamped the embroidery needle between the index and middle fingers of his hands and pulled it out neatly. His brows suddenly furrowed and he subconsciously took a breath of cold air and said:

"hiss......"

"Um...are you okay...?"

Xiaolan walked to the right side of Hattori Heiji with slightly worried steps, bent down, supported her legs with both hands, and looked at Hattori with some concern.

"It's just two needles, they don't go deep."

Hattori Heiji sat on the ground with his legs bent. He took out the white handkerchief wrapped in the embroidery needle from his coat pocket and held it in his left hand. He looked up at Xiaolan and waved his hand indifferently.

During this period.

Kudo Shinichi put his left hand around the back of Dongfang Haoyue's waist, and clasped his five fingers on the left side of Haoyue's waist. His right hand went to the forehead of Haoyue who was leaning back, rubbed it gently, and comforted in a gentle whisper:

"Haoyue, it still hurts..."

"No...it doesn't hurt anymore..."

Dongfang Haoyue's handsome face turned red.

He looked at Kudou Shinichi from a close distance, responded with a sweet reply, stretched out his right hand and then retracted it, repeated this three times, and finally...

Dongfang Haoyue grabbed Shinichi's restless right hand and moved it between their stomachs. She shyly turned her head away, avoiding Shinichi's affectionate gaze. It was difficult to speak for a moment.

suddenly!

"It's you."

Hattori Heiji stood up, turned around, and looked at Xiaolan who was half a meter in front of him with a speechless expression.

"I......?"

Xiaolan straightened up, raised her right index finger, pointed to her chin, and said with a confused look on her face:

"What's wrong with me......?"

"This is a crime scene, can you take good care of them?"

Hattori Heiji put his hands in his trouser pockets as if nothing was wrong, looked at Xiaolan with narrowed eyes, and said angrily:

"Remember, the reason why children cannot see the corpse is because their hearts have not yet grown up. If it leaves a shadow, it may be remembered for a lifetime!"

"But......"

Xiaolan put down her right hand, glanced at Weakwei and complained:

"They have seen hundreds of corpses at close range, and even occasionally test whether the victims are still alive..."

"what???"

Hattori Heiji was dumbfounded.

His tall and majestic halo faded instantly, and he turned his head to look at Dongfang Haoyue and Kudo Shinichi, who were half a meter to the left and happened to let go of each other.

"Humph!"

Dongfang Haoyue snorted, turned around, looked up at Hattori Heiji, spread out his right hand, stretched it straight forward, and demanded dissatisfiedly:

"Bring it!"

"what?"

Hattori Heiji smiled slightly and looked at Dongfang Haoyue pretending not to understand.

"Stop pretending to be garlic!"

Dongfang Haoyue put her hands on her hips and pointed out angrily:

"Embroidery needles, my two embroidery needles!"

"Oh, you mean embroidery needles!"

Hattori Heiji pretended to be enlightened and nodded.

He took out the left hand holding the handkerchief and spread it upward in front of his stomach. With his right hand, he opened the handkerchief wrapped with two embroidery needles, raised his index finger and pointed it at the embroidery needles, and joked with a smile:

"It's too dangerous for children to play with embroidery needles, so I reluctantly keep it for you!"

"Wow."

Dongfang Haoyue ignored Hattori Heiji at all.

He grabbed the embroidery needle and held it in his hand, turned around 180 degrees, held one end of the embroidery needle in each hand, held it high in front of his forehead, and raised his head slightly.

Dongfang Haoyue stared at the two embroidery needles illuminated by the dim yellow light, distinguishing ordinary embroidery needles from special embroidery needles based on their special flashing luster, and safely put them away in the pockets on both sides of his trousers.

"It's impolite."

Hattori Heiji put away the handkerchief properly, put his hands in his trouser pockets, pretended to be dissatisfied and slowly shook his head, and criticized teasingly:

"You are really a brat. You don't take my brother seriously at all."

"When we first met, I gave a six-year-old child who had a cold some white wine. I bumped into the child and even picked him up, haha."

Dongfang Haoyue chuckled sarcastically, turned to look at Hattori Heiji, and bluntly looked down on humanity:

"Brother Hattori, I think you are the one who is arrogant and doesn't understand etiquette."

"Haoyue!"

Seeing that Dongfang Haoyue spoke in a serious tone, Xiaolan bent over and supported her legs with both hands. She looked at Haoyue pretending to be angry, pointed at Sang and cursed Huai, and said sarcastically:

"You must be polite as a person, and you must not imitate a certain big brother!"

"Ok!"

Dongfang Haoyue looked at Xiaolan with a smile, saluted crookedly, and responded cutely:

"Sister Xiaolan is right~!"

"That's right~!"

Kudo Shinichi stood on the right side of Dongfang Haoyue and looked at Xiaolan with the same smile as Haoyue.

Hattori Heiji had the exact same idea.

He silently looked back and forth at the innocent Dongfang Haoyue and Kudo Shinichi, and thought dumbly in his heart:

"With rich experience in murder cases, no fear of corpses, and clear logical expressions...are they...really just six-year-olds?

How is it possible? I must be thinking too much! "

Hattori Heiji thought about this and smiled freely.

after a while.

Police officer Mu Mu led a large number of police officers to the scene of the crime.

The police officers carried out the investigation and evidence collection skillfully.

"Crack, click."

It was the sound of a relatively strong police officer half-kneeling [-] meters to the right of the corpse's head, holding a police camera with both hands pointed at the corpse, and meticulously investigating and collecting evidence.

"The deceased's name was Tsujimura Isao, and he was 54 years old."

Officer Megure stood on the right side of the stronger officer, with his head lowered and his hands in his trouser pockets. He looked across the desk at the body and narrated with a solemn expression:

"The identity is Asuka, and the person who found the body is Mr. Hsun's wife, Ms. Koe..."

Officer Megure looked back at the uneasy Tsujimura Kimie in the rear right, and solemnly confirmed:

"When you used the key to enter the study, Mr. Xun, who had unfortunately died long ago, was sitting in the office chair, right?"

"Yes......"

Tsujimura Kimie's extremely simple response was filled with unspeakable sadness.

"The people who found the bodies at the same time were..."

Officer Megure turned to the right, looked at Moori Kogoro in front of him expressionlessly, and narrated incomprehensibly:

"The Mori detective who happened to appear at the scene of the murder after accepting a request from Ms. Koe."