The Split-Actress in Conan's World

Although the weather in Osaka has been sunny these days, the remote mountains are still very humid, and the dense trees cast large shadows, making it a breeding ground for miasma.

Starting from the gas station at the foot of the mountain, the road up the mountain becomes difficult to walk on. The soft soil makes it difficult for vehicles to pass. Amuro Toru had to park the car here and prepare to hike up the mountain.

"What's that?" He turned around and saw Gryffindor carefully sticking something on his collar and then smoothing it out neatly.

"Do you need insect repellent stickers?"

"......You would carry something like this with you." Toru Amuro looked at the pink cat sticker with mixed feelings.

Seeing that he looked a little disgusted, Glenfiddich didn't force him and put the remaining stickers into his pocket. "My body is more attractive to mosquitoes, so someone recommended this to me. It's really useful."

After all, it was an insect repellent patch made by Shirley herself with the potion mixed.

"So how did you find this kind of corner?" Glenfiddich looked solemnly at the moist mountain road and spoke with some difficulty.

Toru Amuro stepped on it without any burden, and there was no trace of mud visible on the edge of his leather shoes.

"The Osaka Metropolitan Police Department has issued a bounty for Numabuchi. The clues provided have demarcated this area. After all, he is a wanted criminal, so he will definitely hide in a remote place like this."

"I checked several suitable mountainous areas for hiding. Only here is there a gas station. The convenience store inside can provide fast food. Generally speaking, gas stations in such places provide services for long-distance drivers. The best-selling products are mainly cigarettes and refreshing drinks. But I found that rice balls and bento are the best-selling products."

"Just ask the clerk and you'll find out that there's a weirdo in a raincoat coming to buy food every morning. With this information, it's not difficult to guess that someone is hiding someone on this mountain who needs to stay out of the public eye."

Reaching out to push aside the branches blocking the road, Toru Amuro took the lead and cleared the way, while Grunfiddi followed behind him, carefully following in his footsteps.

"If you check in this direction, you'll find files from the city government from a long time ago. On this mountain, there's a long-abandoned ranger's cabin. It's a perfect hiding place."

"Combined with the serial murders that have occurred in Osaka in the past few days, I have come to the conclusion that the murderer hid Numabuchi here for some unknown reason and sent him food at a fixed time every day."

"This also indirectly proves a point. The current situation of Zhuoyuan is probably not very good, otherwise he would never be suppressed by ordinary people."

Glenfiddich clapped his hands perfunctorily: "Oh, you're awesome then."

"...Please respect the work of intelligence personnel, thank you." Amuro Toru accidentally broke a branch as thick as his forearm, and his tone sounded very calm.

Glenfiddich wisely kept his mouth shut.

"We're here." The silence was broken soon after. Glenfiddich looked up and saw a dilapidated wooden house looming in the mist.

The closer you get, the more you can feel the traces of time left on these ruins.

"Although the archives say that this place has been abandoned for more than ten years, I didn't expect it to be so old." Toru Amuro couldn't help but sigh as he looked at the vines cascading down the wall.

"Bourbon, do you think this thing is poisonous?" Glenfiddich squatted in the corner, poked a brown-gray parasol mushroom the size of a human head, and asked curiously.

Toru Amuro pretended not to hear and gently pushed open the wooden door that seemed to be integral to the house.

Eeeeee——

The door was only halfway opened when it got stuck and could not move, and the part connected to the wall began to shake.

Toru Amuro had no intention of tearing it down by force, so he gave up and turned sideways to pass through the half-open gap.

The first thing you see is pitch black. In order to ensure warmth in winter, this wooden house has no room for windows, so there is almost no light.

"It's so dark." Glenfiddich followed in and found the visibility was not very good, so he took out his cell phone and turned on the flashlight.

Amuro Toru glanced back at him and said jokingly, "Shouldn't your operation team be familiar with night operations? How come you can't even see in the dark?"

Grenfiddich shone the flashlight in his eyes and said bluntly, "You'd better go to the Gin Bar to learn these skills. I'm the kind of person who would never fight in a melee if I have a gun, and would never use a bomb if I have a gun."

With the light, things were indeed much more convenient. Toru Amuro walked to the workbench in the corner, picked up the work log and flipped through it.

There isn't much dust on it, probably because someone has looked through it recently. However, its completeness is questionable, as some rodent has bitten a big hole in the middle of the diary.

"So where is the experimental subject you targeted?" The room was not big to begin with, and Grunfiddi looked around and only found a pile of spider webs.

"Didn't you notice something wrong here?" Amuro Toru asked back.

Glenfiddich certainly knew what he was talking about, the ceilings here were too low to match the height seen from the outside.

Just at this moment, there was a rustling sound coming from the wooden ceiling.

Glenfiddich held his breath, took three or two steps up to the stand on the wall, swept the ceiling with a flashlight, and soon found an inconspicuous gap.

He turned off the flashlight, put away his cell phone, and instead held the Desert Eagle and gently released the safety.

After making preparations, he concentrated all his attention, tensed all his muscles, inserted his fingertips into the gap, and opened the secret door.

bang——

The wooden board fell to the ground, smashing into a cloud of dust, stirring up a cloud of dust.

But both people in the dark held their breath early so they wouldn't be choked.

Glenfiddich had long since gotten used to the darkness. He gave Amuro Toru a look, and after getting a definite response, he slightly bent his legs, grabbed the edge of the hole in the ceiling with his free hand, and flipped up lightly.

After landing safely in the attic, he met a pair of green eyes glowing in the darkness.

The moment their eyes met, Glenfiddich reacted extremely quickly, pulled his hand to aim, and pulled the trigger.

A red-orange flame with a hint of blue erupted in the darkness, and the Desert Eagle made a loud explosion. Amuro Toru downstairs was startled, and he clenched his gun and aimed firmly at the hole.

However, there was no more movement in the attic, and it fell into an eerie silence.

It was a long time, so long that Toru Amuro was already hesitating whether to evacuate, that Grunfiddi's voice sounded again.

"Come up."

He took out his cell phone from his pocket again, turned on the flashlight, shone it into the corner, and was speechless.

I saw a fat rat standing up. There was a hole where the head should be. Blood was splattered on the wall behind it. A hole as big as a baby's fist appeared on the wall, and dim light came in through the mist.

"It's a mouse." He turned around and said this to Amuro Toru who had just climbed up, his face a little gloomy, and the ends of his lips slightly curled downwards.

The flashlight moved away from the dead body of the rat and moved to the open handcuffs discarded on the ground.

"Very good information." Grenfiddich raised his eyebrows, turned off the safety on the Desert Eagle and put it away. He took out a green apple-flavored lollipop from the inner pocket of his windbreaker and gently placed it on the ground.

"It's a pity it's overdue."

......

Although it may seem a bit unfair to Inspector Megure to say this, judging from the results, the Osaka police did respond faster.

Conan looked at the police officers who arrived at the scene less than ten minutes after receiving the alarm and skillfully set up the cordon. He silently recalled the speed of the Tokyo Metropolitan Police Department.

Forget it, let’s not compare anymore.

When Takuya Mifune learned that Rin Shakuha wanted to follow up on the progress of the case and act with his acquaintances, he drove his red sports car back to the meeting first.

Osaka Metropolitan Police Department, Higashijiri Branch.

"Mr. Sakata, please check the address and contact information of the owner of this license plate." Hattori Heiji wrote the license plate number of the suspicious woman on a piece of paper and handed it to Sakata Yusuke.

"Okay." Sakata Yusuke took the note solemnly and quickly ran out of the reception room to check the information.

"This is already the third case." Hattori found the file with ease and spread it out on the table. A crowd gathered around him.

"Is the murder caused by a dispute over property? After all, it's all about the wallet." Toyama Kazuha held her chin with both hands, trying her best to use her brain, hoping to find some inspiration for Hattori Heiji.

"Not really." Hattori took out photos of the victims from the previous two cases and listed them on the table one by one.

The victim in the first case was a long-faced man with a high nose and side bangs that did not reach his eyebrows. His name was Nagao Hidetoshi and he was the manager of a convenience store.

The second case involved a woman with mature short brown hair, Nishiguchi Tayo, who was the proprietress of an izakaya.

"Then, in the case that just happened, Noyasu and others who fell from the building were taxi drivers."

Hattori Heiji held his face with one hand, frowning tightly, "They don't look like people who are rich enough to get killed for this, not to mention that so far, there is no connection between the three of them."

"No connection?" Kogoro Mouri didn't expect that the progress of this case would be so slow that even the connection between the victims had not been figured out.

"That's right," Hattori nodded, "Whether it's the places he frequented, the schools he attended, or the places he worked, even though they were all in Osaka, there's no obvious connection at all."

Upon hearing this, Conan flipped through the files and found the relevant information, and his expression also became serious.

Just when they were at a loss about the case, Yusuke Sakata, who had just gone out, came back with a clue.

"Heiji, I got it!" He ran in happily holding a videotape, "We found the common point of the victims!"

"Really?" Hattori Heiji excitedly slapped the table, stood up and took the videotape from him.

"Yes, I borrowed this from the TV station." Yusuke Sakata wiped the sweat from his face and turned on the TV next to him.

Rinshakuha poked the ahoge on the back of Conan's head, which made him unhappy.

Conan was just squinting his eyes and looking back to ask him for an explanation, when he saw Rin Chiyu leaning over and whispering in his ear: "If I remember correctly, Hattori just asked him to check the license plate number."

"When I came in earlier, I took a rough look at the layout of this place. The data room is not that close to here. Why did he come back so soon?"

"And we only started talking about the common ground after he left. Why did he come up with a 'key clue' so perfectly?"

Rinshakiha paused meaningfully and moved aside a little, allowing Conan to see Sakata Yusuke busying around with the videotape.

“He didn’t look up the information.”

His voice still had that cold feeling, but at this moment it really brought a chill to Conan.

"He's been eavesdropping outside."

After saying that, Lin Chiyu sat back, his face calm, as if it wasn't him who had just said those horrible words.

Conan was silent.

Because he found out that what Rin Chiha said was true.

Hattori asked him to check the license plate, but he returned with a videotape, claiming that it was "just borrowed from the TV station."

This is not logical.

The TV over there had already started playing the contents of the videotape, and Hattori Heiji blurted out, "Isn't this the interview footage of Goji Sotaro, a member of the prefectural assembly, when he was suspected of corruption six years ago?"

"Oh, it's about the incident where he pushed the blame onto his secretary and then fired the secretary. I remember the secretary's name seemed to be Nagao, and it caused quite a big fuss back then." Even people like Kogoro Mori who don't care much about politics have an impression of it.

"Nagao? Could it be that..." Mao Lilan turned back to look through the pile of information, "Isn't the first victim called Nagao?"

"The appearance matches." Yuanshan Heye compared the photo with the picture.

"But this case has been closed. Is there anything new?" Hattori Heiji asked puzzledly.

"No, I want you to look at the driver." Sakata Yusuke pulled Hattori closer and pointed at the driver's seat of the car in which Sotaro Goji was riding in the picture.

"Driver?" Hattori Heiji looked closer and found that he looked familiar. "Isn't this the Noyasu who was just killed?!"

"It seems that he was the driver of the township councillor four years ago," Sakata explained.

"The deceased are the former secretary and driver. It seems that Councillor Goji may be related to this case." Hattori pinched his chin, feeling that he had figured it out, and his long-furrowed brows finally relaxed a little.

"That's right, so the seniors in the office have already gone to the township councillor."

"Let's go and take a look too, Mr. Sakata." Hattori grabbed the baseball cap and put it on his head, pinching the brim and smiling casually.

"Why don't we just leave this kind of thing to the police?" Uncle Maori complained weakly when he saw that his trip to Osaka was completely ruined.

"I'm a high school detective from Osaka!" Hattori said firmly, "How could I allow a murderer to do whatever he wants in Osaka?"

"Heiji!" Toyama Kazuha called him, with some worry in her eyes, "Did you keep your amulet with you?"

"Yes." Hattori Heiji grabbed the amulet from his collar and shook it, giving her a reassuring look.

"don’t worry."