How can there be such a dangerous world of Conan

On the road, a woman who looked no more than 10 or [-] years old was riding a family motorcycle at a speed of [-] kilometers per hour. Even at this speed, she couldn't maintain it for a long time. She stopped in front of the fence that was lowered to avoid the train. .

Humming a song, I relaxed my tense mood, which was disturbed by unexpected events and became frightened.

Riding on a skateboard, a boy who looks like a primary school student clings to the tram and climbs over the fence. Although he escaped the tram without taking any damage, he lost his balance and fell to the ground the moment he hit the ground. The skateboard slid a considerable distance and came to rest on the right side of the motorcycle.

"Are you okay?"

the girl asked.

"Ah, it's okay."

The elementary school boy picked up the skateboard and rode on it again. As the tram passed by, the fence was raised and moved forward through the gaps between the vehicles at a speed far exceeding the skateboard.

Similarly, the girl's motorcycle moved forward again with the traffic flow, and arrived at the final destination, Mihua Bank. There were a large number of policemen around the Mihua Bank who were collecting evidence, and the yellow cloth belts that said no traffic were surrounding the surrounding area.

Stopping the motorcycle, the girl walked towards Mihua Bank.

"Sorry, there was a bank robbery here, and traffic is currently closed."

The policeman in charge of guarding greeted and dissuaded.

"Eh? Ah, sorry..."

Saying this, the girl searched desperately in her pockets, trouser pockets, and clothes pockets, and finally found a black police ID in her pockets. .

"I am this,"

As he spoke, he opened the police card that symbolized his identity.

"Excuse me!"

Passing through the barriers, the girl did not enter the bank, but walked towards the cash transport truck next to the bank. There was no trace of blood inside the cash transport truck, and there were only tiny traces of resistance on the outside.

Afterwards, he walked to the inside of the bank and saw his current boss, Megushisan, wearing a yellow suit.

"Yo, Mr. Police Department."

Say hello casually.

"Ah, you're here, Police Department Sugihata."

Mu Mu Thirteen replied.

"It's disgusting, it's just a police department supplement, and don't be so outrageous, just call me Dai."

Dai Sugihata made corrections, then cut to the chase and asked about the details of the case.

"That's right, how much did you steal?"

"A billion."

There was a little silence, which was soon broken by Dai.

"One billion? Is it the one billion that we can earn by working hard and working hard for a lifetime?"

"Correct it."

Mu Mu Thirteen was extremely serious.

"It's the money you can earn by working hard as a cow and a horse for a lifetime, me,"

Sighing slightly, he continued.

"Even if you work hard and work hard, you can't earn a billion dollars for the rest of your life."

"Ehhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhmhhh

Dai Sugihata was surprised.

"Mr. Police Department, why don't we resign and become bank robbers, as long as we find a good insider, we can grab one billion at a time, right?"

"Inside?!"

Beside Mu Mu, a middle-aged man who seemed to be in his forties yelled loudly.

"Who is this?"

Looking at the middle-aged man, he asked.

"Ah, this is Mori Kogoro."

Mumu Thirteen introduced.

"Ah, hello, I'm Dai Sugihata."

At the same time, he grabbed Kogoro Mori's hand and shook it vigorously up and down.

"Hi, I'm Kogoro Mori."

Being grabbed and held by the young woman made Mori Kogoro very happy, but he quickly returned to what he cared about before.

"What did you say about the insider before?!"

"Obviously?"

"The robbery happened just as it was being delivered to the branch, the robbery was timed just when the bills were being moved most unsuspectingly, and..."

Dai Sugihata looked around, and soon found her target, a guard with long hair.

He walked around the guards and made sure he didn't see any blood.

"And it just happened to keep you from getting hurt. Isn't it a bit of a coincidence?"

Turning around, facing the long-haired guard, he started smiling.

"What is your name?"

"Kishi, Kishii..."

"Then, Mr. Kishii, could you please assist with the investigation?"

The index finger and thumb of the right hand are slightly opened, revealing a fine gap visible to the naked eye.

"Evidence! Where's the evidence?!"

The man named Kishii fought fiercely.

"Eh? Did you misunderstand something?"

The girl put on an unusually innocent expression.

"I didn't say that you are a suspect? I just hope that you can go to the Metropolitan Police Department to assist in the investigation, can't you?"

"Arrest warrant! If there is no arrest warrant!"

"Hey, have you done anything that requires an arrest warrant? Please rest assured, it's just voluntary assistance, voluntary assistance, and it doesn't matter if you don't agree."

After that, he leaned close to his body and whispered in his ear.

"However, don't underestimate the police. If there is any evidence, I will find you as much as possible."

After finishing speaking, he backed away, turned around, and then turned his head as if remembering something and continued to speak.

"Speaking of which, if the prisoner is targeted, it's better to turn himself in as soon as possible. You can say that the accomplice has done meritorious service, and you can also turn yourself in and reduce your sentence. It's a good deal, right?"

Afterwards, he ignored Kishii and turned around to talk to Megure.

I don't know why, but the back view became a silent pressure, thinking about the solution, the more he thought, the more the man named Kishii wavered, and under the influence of that wavering, he succumbed.

"That's right... I'm an accomplice..."

"Oh yeah, Mr. Police Department, close the team and get off work!"

The girl screamed, and was completely ruthlessly rejected.

"Haha, how can I get off work?"

Mu Mu Shisan smiled heartily and said the cruelest words.