Conan: I Am Kujo Shinpei

Under the psychology of fear, his palm subconsciously grabbed the mobile phone in his coat pocket.

It seems that only by holding the mobile phone tightly can I feel a little sense of security in my heart at this moment.

"Who the hell are you?" The other party subconsciously asked Shinpei after a startled expression.

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"Haven't you been bothering me?"

Really calmly walked towards each other.

"do not come!"

Seeing Zhenping walking towards him, he immediately took out his mobile phone, the screen of the mobile phone was facing Zhenping, and a cold voice sounded.

Shinpei smiled lightly, and mocked: "Why, do you think you can scare me with that thing in your hand?"

What do you think?

It's a cell phone, not a pistol.

"Kujo Shinhei, this is the recording of our previous conversation."

"I have already set up the email addresses of more than a dozen media and journalist newspapers. As long as I click now, these contents will immediately appear in their mailboxes."

"You better get out of the way now and let me go!"

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"You should know that if those call recordings are released, you will be ruined."

From the only reliance at the beginning to this moment.

Instead, the other party began to believe that this was a means to threaten Zhenping.

He didn't believe that there would be someone in this world who didn't care about his reputation so much.

As everyone pointed out, that is not something that can be easily faced.

After all, in the previous call, he saw Zhenping's indifference, and he didn't appear near the Greenland Park now.

Thinking of this, he instantly straightened his waist.

Afraid of a ball, this is the time to fight wits and courage.

Zhenping's performance is calm and strange.

Not a word.

Just when he was about to get impatient, Shinpei suddenly asked, "Have you ever roasted a chicken?"

Suddenly he was dumbfounded?

Grilled chicken?

Grilled chicken?

hungry?

Or is he trying to please himself?

Countless brain storms arose in his heart, and he suddenly smiled: "Kujo Shinpei, it's too late for you to try to please me at this time."

"But as long as you get out of the way now, we won't interfere with each other!"

late!

Shinpei looked at the bottom of the opponent's feet, and after confirming his arrangement, he pressed lightly with his hand in his pocket.

Suddenly, there was a crackling sound.

Bang!

"Ah!" The other party screamed, and suddenly there was a rush and hot pain from the lower body.

Bunches of fireworks, blooming upwards, roasted a chicken.

(Sorry, in the past two days, I found that the data network signal in the rented tower has just been launched, so I got a broadband. The broadband has just been installed, and more changes will start tomorrow!) Five.

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Heart-piercing pain spread from the lower body to the whole body.

"what!"

The pain at this moment can no longer be expressed in words.

He finally understood what the so-called "roasted chicken" meant.

Fireworks bloomed at the soles of his feet, heading straight for his "gate of life"!

The scorching heat and the impact of the fireworks at that moment caused him to lose consciousness completely in pain.

on!

The pants are already on fire!

At that moment, he looked down, and a hot flame had spread to his back with the fireworks, and he seemed to smell... a smell of roast chicken.

Extinguishing!

Put out the fire quickly!

At this moment, he only has this one thought in his heart, and directly ignores everything outside.

The whole person began to frantically search for a way to extinguish the flames.

Shinpei saw that he was induced to appear on the fireworks, and his goal "June [-]" had been achieved, and the thing to pay back to him had been accomplished.

Seeing the opponent's next fire-fighting behavior, Shinpei was shocked.

For a burning place is more indescribable.

At this moment, the other party is frantically rubbing and hitting the burning place against the wall. This is using violent fire fighting methods.

However, just looking at the other party's behavior, Shinpei will feel pain. I really don't know how the other party reluctantly did such a self-harming thing.

In fact, under the scorching flames, the prisoner had already lost consciousness and numbness, and being able to put out the fire was the most important thing for him.

"Crack!"

Shinpei waved his hand, and the mobile phone directly took pictures of the other party's scene at this moment.

Then, he jumped up, stood in the backlight and the back of the building, turned around and looked at the prisoner with a slight smile: "The fireworks are beautiful."

The other party bumped into the wall without stopping. If you didn't look at the expression on the other party's face but just watched the movements, you would think it was a pervert who couldn't hold back.

But at this moment, the other party's face was ferocious. After hearing Shinpei's words, the flame had been extinguished after he hit the wall several times, and a few wisps of smoke were flying.

The pants were burnt until there were several scorched black holes, and the two pairs of moons were dangling. I don't know if the thing hanging in the middle is still there after such a burn.

He couldn't bear the pain of having his second brother ruined by someone, but he kept restraining his ferocious expression.

This is the crime of intentional injury!

But he didn't dare to threaten Zhenping with this, because he knew that Zhenping didn't know his identity. If he wanted to sue him like this, wouldn't he just tell him the identity of the person who stole the Dongyang Gunpowder Store? other side.

Besides, Kujo Shinpei is a famous detective, and everyone knows that his sister is Madonna in the domestic prosecutor circle, and she is definitely second to none in the field of litigation.

He was aggrieved and angry.

As a man, he was roasted, but he didn't know if he could resist, so he could only seek revenge.

This kind of feeling like wanting to taste the guts, can't help but make him feel mixed.

He touched his cell phone in his coat pocket and breathed a sigh of relief.

It's okay!

He then looked at Zhenping with a grim face, took out his phone, and pressed the send button.

Since you won't make me feel better, then I will ruin your reputation!

"Kujo Shinpei, since this is the case, let's die!" Holding the firm belief that he must die, he looked at Zhenping coldly.

There was a touch of madness, a touch of sarcasm and a touch of complacency in the cold smile.

He was looking forward to, looking forward to the reaction from all walks of life from the evening to the next day after the recording of the call was sent to major media websites.

"The famous detective Kujo Shinpei is actually a person who disregards other people's lives, hahahaha!"

"It's ridiculous!"

He smiled crazily, looking at Zhenping with ridicule in his eyes.

"I hope it will be as you wish." Shinpei just looked at him calmly, his eyes looked like he was looking at an ant, sympathetic and contemptuous.

He lightly threw a flying claw and caught it on the railing of the opposite building not far away, then grabbed the rope with one hand and turned to look at the other side.

"Continue to be your poor stinky mouse with the only expectation you have."

With a little force on the palm, Shinpei jumped out of the tall building, and his cool and hearty voice resounded throughout the abandoned building.

"This anxious (anxious) bomber, we will meet later."

The breeze was clear, and Zhenping's figure seemed to be chasing the moon in the clouds. After pulling the rope of the flying claw, he jumped onto the roof of the opposite building and disappeared quietly on the tall building.

In the opposite building, a prisoner who watched Zhenping leave had a confused and complicated expression on his face.

He looked at the figure that disappeared across the street, but there were thousands of words in his heart.

gone like this?

Didn't you come to catch me?

Even if it's a detective who ignores other people's lives, it shouldn't be difficult to catch me...

Why don't you catch me?

Just now I sent the recording of our previous call to the mailboxes of well-known journalists and newspapers on major media websites.

Do you just leave it alone?