I was in Conan, and after picking up Xiao Ai, I was chased by Hongzi.

Pursuing all the way, Conan followed Kusaka Hiroshige and rushed to the dock. Haibara Ai and his party had already traveled more than ten kilometers away in a lifeboat.

The two sides missed each other perfectly, resulting in no meeting.

Kusaka Hiroyuki frowned slightly, "Who opened the dock?"

Seeing Conan right behind him, he quickly started the yacht and left without having time to think.

"Damn it!" Seeing this, Conan quickly jumped to another yacht.

Quickly fire up and go.

"Conan!!!"

Just after driving a few meters, Conan heard an exclamation.

Turning around subconsciously.

Otoi Hiroshi ran quickly in his direction.

"Hey! Idiot!"

Conan's eyes widened. The yacht was moving too fast. Under normal circumstances, Otoi Hiroshi would never be able to catch up.

Even if he hits the brakes now.

——No, he had no room to apply the brakes.

because……

——Hiroshi Otoi flew up.

Yes, quite literally.

The moment Conan turned around, he quickly completed a perfect triple jump.

When you reach the edge of the dock, you slam your left foot on the ground to take off, and your right foot drives your left foot forward to leap forward.

A very common action and very simple.

Normally speaking, this is indeed the case.

However, after taking off, Hiroshi Otoi danced in the air like a hunting cheetah.

Swift and fierce.

The scattered broken hair, the wild and confident eyes, and the slight smile on the corner of the mouth.

It was as if the natural predator showed its fangs for the first time.

"boom!"

His feet landed heavily on the yacht, and his arms dropped, causing a waterfall of water.

Conan quickly stabilized the boat and shouted: "Otoi, what are you doing with this guy!"

As he spoke, his eyes were always fixed on the figure of Hiroyuki Kusaka in front of him.

"I was asked to bring you back safely."

Hiroshi Otoi inserted his fingers into the broken hair on his forehead and exhaled deeply, "Get out of the way, I'll chase him."

Before Conan could speak, he directly lifted Conan aside.

"what--"

Before Conan could sit firmly, a violent pushing sensation hit his back quickly, almost making him vomit all the food he had just eaten at the dance on the spot.

After fastening his seat belt obediently, Conan asked slowly: "Why are you here alone? Where are Xiaolan and the others?"

"My pocket." Hiroshi Otoi said.

"Huh?! What nonsense are you talking about? How could Xiaolan hide it in your pocket?" Conan looked contemptuous.

Otoi Hiroshi turned his head and showed a sarcastic look as if he was looking at an idiot, "I mean take the cigarette out of your pocket for me. The performance is about to start."

"This distance." Conan took out cigarettes from Otoi Hiroshi's pocket, took out one and handed it to his mouth, "It's a bit reluctant. If you hadn't caused trouble, I would have caught up!"

He rolled his eyes and used a lighter to light his cigarette.

"Small problem." Hiroshi Otoi took a deep breath and increased his speed again.

The fast-moving yacht split the sea in half like a sword.

"Are you sure?" Conan still didn't believe it.

"Have you ever heard of Fujiwara Takumi?" Otoi Hiroshi asked.

"You mean the high school racer from Gunma Prefecture?"

"That's right, I competed with him once, and that time his 86 didn't catch up with me even when he was running to the tank."

Conan curled his lips, "Racing cars and yachts are not the same thing."

"I mean," Hiroshi Otoi blew out a puff of thick cigarette, "his goddess Natsuki Motegi tastes amazing."

"Of course, I only had her first night and no longer contacted her, but I gave her a lot of money at the time, and I heard that she later became a escort," he added.

The wanton waves flashed past his eyes, and Hiroshi Otoi's figure, stained red by the sunset, seemed to be covered with a blood-colored coat, and his expression was even more mixed with an elusive smile.

"Otoi..."

Conan didn't know how to evaluate the man in front of him at this moment.

Although we have known each other for a long time, we can always detect the unfamiliar side of him.

He knows a lot, but he knows even more.

A handsome young man, with a wanton figure, an unparalleled wealth, a wealth of knowledge, and a body like a beast.

It was as if all the good things in the world were concentrated on him.

Looking at him will inevitably lead to the thought of becoming obscene.

But I have to say that he is very dangerous——

He looked at the waves rolling on the sea and asked, "How are Xiaolan and the others doing?"

"Don't worry, I have arranged for Xiao Ai to take them away from here on the yacht. If nothing else happens, they are now in a safe zone."

The sea breeze blew through his black hair, and the wind buzzed in his ears.

"almost."

Hiroshi Otoi stood up on the speeding yacht.

"What do you mean?" Conan tilted his head.

Otoi Hiroshi unbuckled Conan's seat belt and held him in his hands by his collar.

"Hey...what are you going to do..." Conan's voice trembled inexplicably.

Otoi Hiroshi raised his thumb and pointed at Kusaka Hiroyuki.

"and many more--"

Otoi Hiroshi pulled back his right arm and raised his left leg high.

"——Must kill."

"——Lushan Bailongba!"

The left foot that landed heavily created a whirlwind on the yacht, and the tense arms were raised high at that moment.

"what--"

Conan couldn't help but fly towards Kusaka Hiroyuki's yacht.

Fast.

——Like an arrow leaving the string.

Hiroyuki Kusaka was driving the yacht and suddenly turned around.

"Humph."

He understood, was he going to use this kid's body to knock him out?

You're looking down on people!

He sneered, and when Conan swooped past, he lowered his head easily to avoid the attack.

As soon as he raised his head, his pupils suddenly contracted.

At some point, Conan had turned around in the air, facing him, holding a strange watch in his hand.

"call out."

The anesthesia needle hit the center of the eyebrow, and Guangcheng Nixia collapsed in response.

At the same time, Conan also fell into the water.

The cold sea water came up, and the moment he fell into the water, he felt like a stone sinking rapidly.

The feeling of suffocation came over me.

The next moment, his arm quickly reached into the water, grabbed his collar and pulled him up.

"Ahem." Conan, who was paralyzed on the yacht, choked out a mouthful of seawater. He wiped his eyes and said angrily: "Can you please inform me in advance next time?"

Hiroshi Otoi laughed and threw the cigarette butt he had just finished into the sea, "Did I finish what I said?"

"Who knew you were talking about that! I almost died in the sea!"

"Isn't that what you said?" Hiroshi Otoi leaned against the edge of the yacht, his hands casually placed on both sides, "I taught you this."

"——It doesn't matter between ideals and reality, I only care about the real results."

Conan said this before him. Conan took off his wet coat, twisted it, and said sarcastically: "He is really a cold-blooded guy."

"Hey--"

"Are you two okay-"

The police arrived. .