Conan: Live in the Maori Detective Agency at the beginning

"So that's how it is. Although the lower floors are closed, restaurants usually stay open late." Officer Megure understood and said, "I think Sonoko and the others must want to take the elevator downstairs."

"Hey, Takagi, go turn on the lights in the department store." Matsumoto Kiyonaga took over the scene and ordered, "Inspector Sato and Officer Megure take the elevator to search from top to bottom!"

"Others, search from bottom to top, protect the girl and the child, and make sure to catch this criminal!"

"Yes!" everyone responded.

A path was set aside for the crowd of onlookers, and Officer Megure and his companions filed in.

"Inspector Megure is really energetic." Kogoro Mouri exclaimed as he rarely saw this scene.

"Because this time it's too similar." Matsumoto Kiyonaga complained: "This time's incident is too similar to the first case he handled."

"Oh?" Kogoro Mouri had never heard Inspector Megure mention the first case he handled.

"By the way, your daughter, the child with glasses, and the little girl with brown hair ran there." Matsumoto Kiyonaga looked around and asked in confusion.

"Where are the people?" Kogoro Mouri realized belatedly that the two people were missing.

the other side.

At first, Suzuki Sonoko threw the cell phone at the gangster's face, accidentally knocking off the cloth covering his face.

Then Suzuki Sonoko ran into the shopping street on the eighth floor, and hurried to the door of the fire escape, where she twisted her ankle and fell down instantly.

She looked back and found that the person chasing her was gone and Xingchen was also gone.

"Could it be that Xiaochen has been caught up?" Suzuki Sonoko's face changed. She thought about going back to find him, but the pain in her ankle prevented her from standing up temporarily.

In the corridor on the sixth floor of the department store.

Xingchen deliberately separated from Suzuki Sonoko in order to attract the criminals to come to him.

To be on the safe side, he used the stones he used when he was waiting for Suzuki Sonoko on the eighth floor to trip the criminal several times.

Every time he turned the corner of the stairs, he would let the criminals see his back.

In this way, the criminals were attracted, after all, they always thought that the two were running away together.

As long as he is there, Suzuki Sonoko will of course be there too.

Ding Jin Fangxiong followed Xingchen to the corridor on the sixth floor, at the end of which was a fire escape.

And he saw a small figure standing in the corridor, and took a closer look.

Ding Jin Fangxiong's mouth curled up slightly. Isn't this the child who just ran away? Can't he run anymore?

"Little boy, why are you here? Where did that lady go just now?" Ding Jin Fangxiong walked towards Xingchen with his hands behind his back.

"Oh, you mean Sister Yuanzi." Xingchen showed a harmless smile and looked at Dingjin Fangxiong who was four meters away from him with a gloomy face in the light of the fire escape sign.

Xingchen knew without thinking that what he was blocking behind his back was probably the murder weapon.

Ding Jin Fangxiong spoke slowly, his voice so hoarse: "Little boy, tell uncle quickly that she ran over there."

"Over there." Xingchen showed a confused expression and pointed to the fire escape behind him.

"Really?" Ding Jin Fangxiong instantly understood her intention.

But this kid can't stay either.

There was a crisp sound of metal hitting the floor, and the head of a metal baseball bat fell to the ground and then dragged along with the stick.

Make a tinkling sound.

In this empty corridor, this sound is enough to crush the inner pressure of most people.

On the other side, Suzuki Sonoko was still looking for Xingchen on the eighth floor, but she met Mouri Ran, Conan, Sato and Inspector Megure who came to look for them.

Ding Jin Fangxiong showed a dark smile and walked towards Xingchen and said, "Little friend, I didn't want to hurt you. But unfortunately, I can't let you go after you see my face."

"Really, uncle? You've hurt so many people, and you've even succeeded in your revenge." Xingchen put his hands in his pockets, staring at his every move and said calmly, "Why are you still unwilling to let go?"

"Why? I just want to teach them a lesson, to teach them why they drive in thick-soled shoes." Ding Jin Fangxiong shouted ferociously: "They have never thought that driving in thick-soled shoes is prone to traffic accidents."

"Someone give me my son's life back." Ding Jin Fangxiong laughed grimly and said, "I'm sorry, little friend. May you rest in peace in hell."

Xingchen looked at him seriously, and his left hand stroked his right wrist. The bracelet on his wrist instantly glowed with blue light.

Just as the metal baseball bat was falling in mid-air.

"It's you who should go to hell!" accompanied by a clang sound.

Xingchen found a shadow covering his head. He was stunned and his swinging fist suddenly stopped, and the blue light disappeared.

He looked up and saw Officer Megure running out from somewhere to help him, blocking the blow with his head.

Blood flowed out from under Inspector Megure's hat, staining his cheeks red.

Ding Jin Fangxiong watched all this in astonishment, not understanding why the police suddenly appeared.

"Are you satisfied now?" Inspector Megure stared at the gangster, then reached out, grasped the top of the baseball bat and pressed hard towards the gangster.

Xingchen looked at this scene and felt that he had underestimated Inspector Megure. He did not expect that he would be able to find him so quickly.

"Xiaochen, go out from the middle." Officer Megure reminded.

"Yeah." Xingchen squeezed out from the gap between the two of them and watched the scene from the side.

It seemed that his own plan had also failed, and Ming Ming Chen also wanted to punch this guy in the stomach with the iron fist of justice.

It seems that it is no longer necessary now.

"I'm asking you, will you feel better if you hurt others?" Officer Megure stared at Yoshio Dingjin and said, "I understand, maybe you want to use this iron rod to enforce justice on people who have poor driving skills, right?"

"But you actually wanted to hurt an elementary school student. He is the same age as your deceased son. Is this something a person should do?" Officer Megure asked sternly.

"Ah..." Sweat flowed down Ding Jin Fangxiong's cheeks, and his eyes suddenly revealed a trace of panic.

"What's the difference between your behavior and that of a demon? You are not upholding justice or seeking revenge for your dead son. You are just venting your anger on others. You are just playing with human lives."

"It's just a meaningless act of venting!" Officer Megure snatched the bat from his hand, threw it to the ground and shouted, "Don't you understand yet?"

Xingchen looked down at the uneven baseball bat rolling to his feet. He silently kicked it aside. Every dent on the bat was made by the skull.

Ding Jin Fangxiong slowly knelt on the ground, muttered everything to himself and then lay on the ground crying bitterly.