The Savior of the Tokyo Metropolitan Police Department

"That's right, Xiuyi, he wants me to help check the records of two people in the casino in Las Vegas." Judy took off her glasses and put them on the dressing table, repeating Yamashita Atsuto's previous request: "A man named Harada Jun, one is Yukimura Emi."

"Is it related to Gin and the others?"

"No, only in relation to a murder case he is currently investigating."

"Murder?" Akai Shuichi frowned more and more tightly.

Atsuto Yamashita, in his opinion, was too mysterious a man, which made Shuichi Akai, who was in charge of espionage against the black organization all the year round, very sensitive.

I don't know why, Mingming's life and past events of Toruren at the foot of the mountain are all on his desk, but his vigilance towards this man still hasn't dispelled.

"Yes, this murder case involved his former college tutor, and the Harada Jun I asked me to help investigate is the son of his college tutor." Judy picked at her nails and said eloquently.

"What about the other Emi Yukimura?"

"It's the victim of this murder case." Judy paused for a moment, then looked up at the crescent moon hanging high in the night sky outside the window: "Xiuyi, are you thinking too much?"

She knew that Akai Shuichi hadn't given up on his vigilance against Yamashita Atsuto, but what happened before was enough to prove that this man was really a Tokyo policeman and had no other second identity.

If he really intended to harm the FBI, they would have already been notified by their superiors by now.

The reason to stop vacations is not enough to stop so many people's mouths. After all, the land they are stepping on now is called Tokyo.

"...I understand, since I found you, then I can pay back the favor." With a cigarette in his mouth and a lighter on, Akai Shuichi hung up the phone.

The moonlight spilled into the room mottled through the window sill, and the small vertical blackboard was full of photos and documents.

There are Atsuto Yamashita and Miyano Shiho.Also, Miyano Akemi's...

"Who are you talking about?"

"Who else could it be? Kudo Shinichi became Conan's, and then copied it with the master tape. I will use it tomorrow."

Under the darkness of night, there were not only Shuuichi Akai and Judy Stein who were quietly communicating in private.

"No more, no master tape."

"Don't talk nonsense, I'm obviously keeping it with you."

"I accidentally burned it as firewood when I was doing the experiment."

"Why didn't you say that you burned your brains out?" Atsuto Yamashita rolled his eyes: "Hurry up, I'm really useful, I promised Hattori Heiji to give it to him."

"I really didn't, I didn't lie to you. That kid Conan and Dr. Ali produced a new Armani bag, and opened a breakthrough from Huiyuan, resulting in the master tape being stolen and destroyed."

On the second floor of Aso Clinic, the balcony of the living room.

Ma Sheng, who was holding the phone, curled his lips, telling the truth.

"Then what should I do? I promised that Hattori Heiji's video is a bargaining chip to invite him to help out." Hearing his friend's helplessness seemed to be fake, Atsuto Yamashita could not help lying on the sofa in the living room of his apartment, and peeled an orange casually Stuffed it into his mouth, muttering indistinctly.

"No, aren't you working on the murder case of your teacher's son? Why do you still care about that variety show about Xia Zhiqiu?"

"You don't understand this, you have to grasp it with both hands, and you have to be hard with both hands."

"speak English."

"The case is deadlocked, and I can't get out of this dead end until I gather all the information I can find."

"Where's the deceased's body? Do you want to dissect it?" It was rare to hear his tone. Asahi took the initiative to ask, "Once I was born twice, this time I already have experience, so I don't need to bother the teacher."

"Tomorrow will be my turn, but this time I feel that it is difficult to find any breakthrough in the anatomy. Now I just wonder why the murderer chose a place with a huge flow of people like the airport toilet."

This is the most puzzling point for the people at the bottom of the mountain.

No matter how familiar the murderer was with the deceased, and no matter how much he wanted her to die, he wouldn't kill her in such a place, would he?

"Stimulation? Maybe it's a pervert?"

Atsuto Yamashita was noncommittal: "Forget it, let's not talk about this, you can help me think about the video tape first, do you have a backup?"

"How could I have a backup, Conan stole it and burned it up—" Aso seemed to have remembered something, and his voice froze suddenly: "No, I remembered, Huiyuan should still have a backup in his hand."

"????" Shan Shita was at a loss.

Hui Yuanai kept a backup?

"With her black-bellied personality, if she guesses correctly, she will definitely save a hand to threaten Shinichi Kudo in the future."

Most importantly, Aso really didn't think that Hui Yuanai would voluntarily give up the threatening perpetual motion machine on hand for a bag.

"Chengshi, good brother!"

"Call Dad."

"If you succeed, let me call you anything."

"I believe your mouth."

Asahi spat without hesitation, then hung up the phone, and tiptoedly opened the door of Hui Yuanai's room.

The girl with brown hair curled up sideways on the edge of the bed, the quilt was rolled into a ball shape, and the sound of faint breathing stretched long.

"Squeak~~~"

The creaking sound of the door turning was particularly clear in the lonely space. Hui Yuanai, who was sleeping on the bed, woke up instinctively, opened his eyes in the darkness, and his heart beat faster——

【who is it? !Organized people?was found? ! 】

"Strange, why not? Could it be that she really didn't save a backup?" The man's muttering from the direction with his back turned made the expression on Hui Yuanai's face froze suddenly, who had not dared to turn around to face her.

"Snapped!"

The little hand stretched out from the bed, and slapped the switch at the head of the bed.

The light suddenly brightened, and Ma Shengshi, who was looking around lightly, had the screen adjusted to the lowest brightness in his mouth, and his pupils shrank suddenly!

Turning his head stiffly, he happened to meet Hui Yuan Ai's eyes without the slightest emotion.

"...Uh, good evening?"

Hui Yuanai didn't respond, and looked up and down at the unexpected guest in front of him.

"I want to say that I'm here to find mosquito coils, do you believe me?"

"What do you want to back up for?" Hui Yuanai obviously understood what Ma Chengshi was muttering just now.

"I…………"

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Early the next morning, Hui Yuanai, who was carrying a schoolbag, yawned and pushed open the door of Class B, Grade [-] of Didan Elementary School, walked to her seat and sat down.

"Haibara Haibara, we are going on an outing today, do you want to go with us?!" Zhenloli Ayumi came over while there was no class, and invited with an excited face.

"Huh? Outing?"

Haibara Ai froze for a moment, then subconsciously turned her gaze to Conan who was at the same table.At this moment, the latter is holding his chin, flipping through the book boredly, looking half-dead.

"They said it was an activity to promote the feelings of the Boy Detectives." The more he read these primary school books, the more sleepy Conan couldn't help yawning, and he explained without turning his head.

"Yes, yes, my mother made delicious sushi and rice balls, and Conan will come too, Haibara, do you want to come together?"

"Me? I don't care." Hui Yuanai seemed to think of some funny scene, and the corner of his mouth couldn't help raising a black-bellied smile: "But, Edogawa-san, are you really sure you have time to go?"

"...What do you mean by saying that?" Conan, who smelled something wrong, immediately felt relieved.

Three minutes later, Conan rushed out of the gate of Didan Elementary School with his solar black technology skateboard, his face extremely hideous.

Mihua Town, in a dark alley.

Atsuto Yamashita, who met Hattori Heiji quietly, took out a video tape from his suit jacket, and with a smile that you understand, I understand, everyone understands, he handed it to Osaka Kurotan, who was rubbing his hands and waiting impatiently. Hattori Heiji.

"Are you sure this tape is what I want? You won't lie to me, will you?" Detective No. 1, a high school student in Osaka who temporarily left Toyama and Ye's side by going to the toilet, was so excited that his eyes lit up.

"My Yamashita Atsuto walks the rivers and lakes relying on honesty and trustworthiness. If you are not at ease, you can inspect the goods first." Yamashita Atsuto gave a strange laugh, and his smile was particularly bright when he and Hattori Heiji were shoulder to shoulder.

"Drip!"

Just as he was joking, Atsuto Yamashita suddenly received a message from his good friend Ma Shengshi: [The plan has changed, there is an inner ghost, the transaction is suspended! 】

"?"

Plans changed?

What plans have changed?

Who is the ghost?

I'm not gin either, where did the ghost come from?

Atsuto Yamashita fell into confusion for a moment, but a roar that suddenly sounded from behind him made him shiver uncontrollably——

"Atsuto Yamashita!!! Hattori Heiji!!!"

Conan, who was bending over the drainage ditch on a solar skateboard, took off on the spot, and a huge football shot out from his waist in an instant.The colorful streamers overflowed the foot power-enhancing shoes in an instant, and the football immediately shot towards Atsuto Yamashita and Hattori Heiji who looked terrified like a shell fired!

"Fuck!"

Chapter 440 We, It's Time to Redeem

Hattori Heiji's face turned green.

Although it can't be seen much because of the darker skin color, it is really green.

Scared out.

How can he not know the virtue of the football played by Conan, and the heavy artillery kicked by Milan's Ukrainian nuclear warhead Shevchenko is not as fierce as him.

It's just such a football, and now it's going directly to the foreheads of him and Yamashita Toruto? !

"Kudou! You murder!!!"

Hattori Heiji exclaimed in despair, the speed of the football was too fast, his eyes could see it, but his body had no time to respond.

If he had a sword in his hand now, relying on his instincts of practicing kendo for many years, he might be able to slash out rebelliously.

Sadly, he didn't.

So he could only freeze in place, watching the football in the air hit his head——

boom! ! !

There was a loud noise, and Hattori Heiji subconsciously closed his eyes but did not wait for the pain.

When he opened his eyes, he was even more stunned by the sight that greeted him——