Sword Men's Guide to Re-Employment

Seeing the silver-haired man descending from the sky with a sharp knife in his hand,? He was dumbfounded.

"You...why did you jump off the top?"

"Huh?" Fukuzawa Yukichi had a serious expression on his face, and just a slight question made Conan shrank his neck subconsciously and closed his mouth.

He raised his head and looked up. The blue parasol above his head was slowly falling down, revealing in the setting sun, with a somewhat gorgeous red sky.

Then the line of sight moved down and stopped on the broken window, which was the third floor of the ship, and the floor where Conan was on was 6-8 meters high.

It’s not that Conan has never seen someone with excellent physical fitness. Naturally, there are many people who jump off without falling, but after jumping off, they can accurately cut off the umbrella surface and iron umbrella ribs to save him. ...

It took Conan a while to find his own voice.

"Sir, thank you very much for your life-saving grace."

"Well,? Pay attention to safety." The silver-haired swordsman said calmly, with an air of being out of the ordinary.

"This kind of thing can't be avoided by paying attention to safety." Conan raised his head and complained softly.

Although Conan's voice was very low, it fell into Fukuzawa Yukichi's ears very clearly.

Fukuzawa Yukichi was a little embarrassed, but his embarrassment couldn't be seen from his serious expression, but the movements of his hands couldn't help but relax a bit.

Pressed against the back of the neck by a sword, I feel the cold breath in summer.The man who was pressed on the ground showed a look of surprise, he suddenly lowered his head and got up, and rushed out quickly, thinking that he could escape and ascend to heaven.

Unexpectedly, although the suppression of him has been relaxed, Fukuzawa Yukichi, as a person who has been fighting on the battlefield all year round, will not relax his vigilance at any time.

So the man who attacked Conan just got up when Fukuzawa Yukichi hit the back of the head with the back of a knife, and passed out without saying a word.

Seeing such a scene, Conan couldn't help touching the back of his head, feeling a familiar dull pain inexplicably.

But since the man was unconscious, he hurriedly walked to the side of the man, and took off the mask the man put on his face.

Under the mask is Conan, an unfamiliar face.

Conan is very strange, he can only touch his chin, lost in thought.

"Ah, it's him." Fukuzawa Yukichi recognized this man who had only met once.

-

While Conan curiously asked Fukuzawa Mikichi about the identity of the attacker, Hattori Heiji also checked something underwater.

A bloody dagger was lying quietly at the bottom of the pool.

And the bottom of the swimming pool is not limited to this murder weapon, there is also a breathing device with the length of an arm specially provided for underwater operations, and several small plastic bags floating in the pool. There is still red liquid in the plastic bags. It has the crew's name printed on it.

"Artificial plasma."

Hattori Heiji suddenly realized, with a somewhat triumphant expression behind the breathing mask.

"That makes sense."

A figure appeared in Hattori Heiji's mind, and I already knew who the murderer was!

Holding the evidence in hand, Hattori Heiji quickly surfaced.

Sticking his head out of the water, Hattori Heiji took off his mask excitedly, and waved the things in his hand triumphantly to Conan on the shore.

"I already know who the murderer is!"

Hattori Heiji's pride is obvious, but Conan will not give him a chance to be proud in front of him.

He was sitting on a chair, his legs hanging down naturally, not touching the legs on the ground, staggering.

"Actually, I also know who the murderer is." Conan glanced at the man who was knocked unconscious.

And what about this from Fukuzawa Yukichi?The man who attacked him was the same crew member who went into the water to fish out the dead before, and he was also the second officer on the ship.

Through reverse deduction, Conan easily guessed the other party's modus operandi.

"How do you know?" Hattori Heiji was very surprised.

"It's easy to guess." Conan smiled lightly, "This incident was originally planned by the murderer and the deceased. The two planned to use the news of the curse to quietly control the cruise ship." and the VIPs on the cruise ship to achieve their goals."

"However, what the deceased did not expect was that even though the murderer agreed to cooperate with her, he also completely changed her plan." Conan spread his hands, with a mature look in his eyes, "When the murderer was pretending to be dead, the real killer dead her."

"So the dead were alive before the murderer went into the water."

"Yes." Hattori Heiji looked at the evidence in his hand, and when he saw the waiter who was killed in full view, he couldn't help feeling sorry and sad for the loss of that young life.

but……

"How on earth do you know?" Hattori Heiji, who was submerged in the water, struggled to climb ashore.

Conan smiled but said nothing, just glanced at it with his eyes, motioning for the other party to look.

Hattori Heiji turned his head to look under Conan's hint, and saw a silver-haired samurai standing at the entrance, wearing a kimono, stepping on wooden clogs, and holding a long sword.

Hattori Heiji still remembered that the other party was standing in front of him before the cruise.

He looked at the opponent's weapon that had been put away, and thought of the aura of a strong man that permeated that person's body.

Can't help being very excited.

"Sir, you..."

"Hello." Conan looked at Hattori Heiji who had completely lost his focus, and couldn't help reminding softly, "Look down."

Reminded by Conan, Hattori Heiji slowly lowered his head and saw the comatose man on the ground.

"Well, that's the murderer."

As a well-known high school student detective, Hattori Heiji is naturally not an idiot, he just glanced lightly, then quickly turned his head to look at Conan.

"Were you attacked by him? Were you injured?"

"No." Conan shook his head, showing a comforting smile, "Thanks to Mr. Samurai."

"Fukuzawa Yukichi." Stared at by two pairs of similar eyes, Fukuzawa Yukichi nodded slightly and made a simple self-introduction, "President of Yokohama Armed Detective Agency"

"Thank you, President Fukuzawa." Conan repeated his thanks again, and then paused, "Armed Detective Agency? Dare I ask President Fukuzawa, Mr. Ranpo Edogawa is..."

"He is my member." Fukuzawa Yukichi remembered Edogawa Ranpo who saw Conan being attacked and even wanted to rush out to help, his serious expression softened slightly, "Ranpo thinks highly of you, Generally speaking, he seldom pays attention to other people outside the detective agency, so you must not be an ordinary kid."

Although he was named and praised by the idol, but thinking about Hattori Heiji who has been hiding his identity and staring at him, Conan still showed a childish smile: "Haha, thank you. I think it must be because I have the same surname as Mr. Ranpo Reason."

Fukuzawa Yukichi's serious expression showed some disapproval, "Fuchao is not that kind of character, he rarely cares about ordinary people, he must have seen your unique talent from you."

"Because I'm a smart kid." I didn't expect Ranpo Edogawa's president to have such a serious personality. Conan faced the undoubted gaze from behind and played cute as if nothing had happened.

"..." Fukuzawa Yukichi was about to say something when he suddenly heard a voice from upstairs.

"President! Mission!" Edogawa Ranpo poked his head out of the window.

Fukuzawa Yukichi's expression suddenly turned serious, he turned his head and glanced at the two teenagers, and noticed that Hattori Heiji's smooth muscle lines after taking off the diving suit could deal with the comatose crew member.

He nodded at the two of them, jumped lightly, and jumped directly along the cabin wall to the third floor.

Step on clogs.

Conan had already seen Fukuzawa Yukichi jumping down from the third floor lightly, so his natural reaction was mediocre.

Hattori Heiji, who saw Fukuzawa Yukichi's strength for the first time, couldn't help but widen his eyes and mouth, staring dumbfounded at the two shallow footprints left on the wall.

"This..." Hattori Heiji jumped subconsciously, but found that he still had to abide by gravity, "It's too strong."

"He is from Yokohama." Conan explained lightly, "Maybe it's a supernatural power or something."

"You don't need to comfort me, I can tell that he doesn't use supernatural powers at all, it's just pure physical strength." Hattori Heiji snorted twice, and under Conan's arrangement, he tied up the unconscious crew members firmly. stand up.

"But I will be so strong in the future." After standing up, Hattori Heiji's eyes were burning with fighting spirit.

Conan quietly poured a ladle of cold water on Hattori Heiji in his heart.

Now that the murderer has been caught, the two young detectives plan to tell the ship's managers about it.

But what they didn't expect was that within a short while, the whole ship was plunged into panic and panic.

"What's going on? What happened?" Hattori Heiji grabbed a panicked passenger beside him.

The passenger's voice was a little helpless, he grabbed Hattori Heiji's shoulder with his backhand, and his voice was terrified, "What should I do, I don't want to die, I don't want to die!"

"What's dead?" Hattori Heiji was a little dazed, and he collected himself, "What are you talking about, let's talk about it carefully."

"Dead, the owner of the ship is dead!" The man collected himself and repeated, "There is a person with supernatural powers hiding on the ship. He, he wants to kill everyone on the ship. He is a demon!"

Hattori Heiji, who had caught the murderer, calmed down his relaxed expression, and his tone became heavy, "He died again?!"

"more than one!"

Hattori Heiji looked at the panicked crowd, turned his head to say something to Conan, but saw Conan rushing directly into the crowd.

"Sister Xiaolan, Uncle Maoli, where are you?"

"Conan, don't run around!"

Hattori Heiji went through the people and stopped the child, "Conan, don't run around, people are so chaotic, be careful of any stampede accidents."

"Thank you, I... I'm a little worried." Kogoro Mori and Conan Doyle, who were the focus of attention in the lobby on the first floor, had long since disappeared.

"Ahem, be quiet...hum!"

As the microphone approached the loud sound from the horn, the panicked people stopped walking and talking, and looked towards the center of the hall.

"Everyone, please don't panic. I am Yukichi Fukuzawa, the president of the Yokohama Armed Detective Agency. We have taken over this case. Next, I have a few things to announce..."

People in Yokohama have naturally heard of the Armed Detective Agency, and naturally know that they are powerful and can deal with those who are not ordinary people.

Especially at this time, Fukuzawa Yukichi, who was dressed in a kimono with an amazing momentum and a calm expression, stood in front of everyone like that, which made more people trust and relax.

The air became quiet, and everyone lost their previous panic. They watched Fukuzawa Yukichi trustingly and listened to his orders in a calm voice.

"Really, very charismatic." Hattori Heiji's eyes sparkled, "I want to be that kind of person too."

"Chi." A soft chuckle echoed in Hattori Heiji's ear.

"Hello." Hattori Heiji lowered his voice and stared at Conan, "Why are you laughing at me, do you think I can't do it?"

"I didn't laugh..." Conan turned his head and looked at the back of a boy with slightly curly hair walking away with gentle steps.

"That person..." Following Conan's words, Hattori Heiji turned his head, but he could only see a vague figure passing through the crowd.

"He makes people feel uncomfortable." Conan frowned slightly, then shook his head, trying to ignore the slight resistance in his heart, and devoted himself to Fukuzawa Yukichi's orders.

-

And above the hall on the first floor, it is located at the highest point of the cruise ship, but standing on the stairs at the entrance can smell a strong smell of blood.

Nanchuan Yu brought the detectives up. He originally only planned to find the Maori detectives he was familiar with, but Holmes was also with him.

But what Nanchuan Yu didn't remember was that Moori Kogoro in a normal state...

It's unreliable.

He just said that he speculated that Gentaro Ikeda was dead, and this news was quarreled by Kogoro Mori in public.

"I'm just speculating!" Nanchuan Yu gritted his teeth, wishing to erase all the trust he had in Mori Kogoro.

Although, Maori's credibility with him is running out.

If it wasn't for the silver-haired samurai who came in suddenly, Nanchuan Yu.Neither Kogoro Mori nor Arthur Conan Doyle had a chance to leave the siege and return upstairs.

Several people went up to the fourth floor, looking at the terrifying scene in front of them like "The Shining", the reactions of several detectives were mediocre.

On the one hand, Yu Nanchuan felt that he was worthy of being a well-informed detective, and on the other hand, he secretly complained about the security of Japan in his heart.

When they reached the door, several people looked at the two facing doors at the same time. One door was already opened, and there were several teenagers standing in a straight posture.

Several people immediately recognized Sawada Tsunayoshi standing directly in front, and nodded to each other.

Sawada Tsunakichi was stunned for a moment, before nodding his head in return, his gentle and bright eyes met Nanchuan Yu's gaze.

"Xiaoyou, you have worked hard."

"Haha, it's not hard, I just went down the stairs." Nan Chuanyou shrugged and pulled the wrinkled suit that was pulled on his body.

Reluctant about the fabric of the suit, Nanchuan Yu just did useless work.

The leather shoes stepped on the blood-soaked ground, and hearing the sticky sound coming from under his feet, Nan Chuanyou felt a sense of discomfort, as if a entangled poisonous snake crawled behind his feet.

Walking into the door, looking at the school handouts left on the ground, Nan Chuanyou frowned slightly.

Then, a pair of wooden clogs were put down around his feet.

Somewhat embarrassed, Nanchuan Yuu was relieved to put on the clogs.

At this moment, his eyes turned to the people who were still in the corridor.

There's the Maori detective and gentleman Conan Doyle from England, a silver-haired swordsman.

Several people stood calmly on the carpet exuding the pungent bloody smell, each of them was more able to bear it than the other, especially the silver-haired swordsman, who looked calm as if he was standing at home.

Several people stared at the opposite door. After a long time, Conan Doyle looked at Mori Kogoro, "Don't you need to check?"

"Are you going in?" Fukuzawa Yukichi said at the same time, holding the weapon tightly in his hand.

He has already noticed the situation in the room, and there is no breath of living people in this room.

"You have to go in." Mori Kogoro nodded, frowning and looking at the locked door, "We should find a key..."

Before Mori Kogoro finished speaking, the sharp knife came out of its sheath, and after a flash of cold light, the wooden door suddenly shattered.

"...Why are you like this? We haven't checked yet!" Mori Kogoro exclaimed, with an unknown sound in his mouth.

"Hey, uncle, that kind of thing doesn't need to be checked at all." The boy in a small cape and beret bounced up the stairs.

"What did you say?" Mori Kogoro was simply puzzled.

"Because that kind of criminal is not something you can detect with ordinary methods, uncle." Edogawa walked briskly in front of Mori Kogoro, raised his head and smiled at him.

The boy had a playful and cute smile, but Mori Kogoro felt that he was being ridiculed.

"You!" Mori Kogoro tried to reach out, but Edogawa ran away.

"Are you right, Mr. Doyle." Edogawa Ranpo stood at the door and looked back at the British present.

"I said that I'm just an ordinary doctor, and reasoning is not my strong point." Arthur Conan Doyle shook his head and refused to answer the question.

"Don't you like your own abilities?" Edogawa Ranbu frowned, pouted his mouth, and opened his squinted eyes slightly, revealing the green pupils underneath, as if it was rare to see a companion, but the other party It's the same as refusing to play together.

"It's not surprising." Arthur followed Edogawa into the room in random steps, his voice full of helplessness as mature as comforting a child.

Although the two are actually not much older.

"No, this is very strange, how can there be people who don't like me." Ranpo Edogawa stopped paying attention to Conan Doyle, but carefully observed the scene.

The scene in the house was extremely tragic. More than a dozen people were crowded in the narrow corridor. Everyone's expressions seemed to be carved out of one eye. They looked at the door with wide open eyes, and their expressions were mixed with excitement and fear.

These corpses seemed to be coming towards the door with hope.

But they were killed at the same time at the same time.

This made Mori Kogoro, who entered the door last, couldn't help but gasp.

Even though he has seen many cases, he has never seen such a weird scene.

A creepy feeling came to his mind, making him subconsciously take a step back.

"Oops!" Mori stepped back and bumped into Hattori Heiji who hurried upstairs with Conan.

"Uncle, don't step back suddenly, okay?"

"You black boy, what are you doing here!"

"I'm also a detective, okay?" Hattori Heiji said rather unconvinced.

"What can you do? Why don't you go back soon?" Mori Kogoro roared rather dissatisfied. "We caught the murderer!" Hattori Heiji yelled back in the same loud voice.

"Huh?" Mori Kogoro obviously didn't trust him.

Hattori Heiji was enveloped in anger. Seeing that the dispute between the two was about to escalate, Fukuzawa Yukichi who had been standing silently outside the door opened his mouth anyway.

"Please be quiet."

Like a ladle of cold water in summer, Hattori Heiji and Mori Kogoro cheered at the same time, and became quiet.

For some reason, the two of them at this moment recalled the strictest teacher in their school life at the same time.

The two people who had quieted down noticed that Conan had sneaked into the scene from Mori Kogoro at some point.

He was resting his chin on his hand, looking at the dead man.

Of course, Edogawa Ranpo and Conan Doyle in the room also had the same expressions.

"They... didn't die at the same time."

Although Conan was also taken aback by the weirdness of the scene, he quickly recovered and slowly approached those strange twisted corpses.

Touching the corpses with gloved hands, some corpses are already stiff, some are still soft, and some have already formed plaques on certain parts of the body.

"But they all died in the corridor by coincidence, they were placed on purpose."

Although Conan knew a lot about on-site surveys, he was not proficient in profiling criminals, so he was only a little suspicious, and then he focused on the scene.

Conan looked at the piled up corpses, then at the corridor with narrow gaps, estimated his own size, and walked through cautiously under the shock of several people.

"What a bold little gentleman."

"'Little'? Are you serious?" Edogawa Luanpo rolled his eyes, then changed the subject, and said in a serious tone, "But having said that, this is your trouble in Europe, right? Running to Yokohama, Yokohama is now a mess."

"...Moreover, the news we received from the Supernatural Secret Service Division is that a murderer with a disguised supernatural power has come to Yokohama."

"Ah."

"Could you please tell me how this ordinary supernatural user did it..." Edogawa Ranbu pointed to the mountain of corpses in front of him, "Are these?"

"The Clock Tower doesn't know this." Conan Doyle avoided talking.

The two looked at each other with understanding in their eyes.

Conan saw the captain's body in the room.

Compared with the vigorous bodyguards in professional clothes at the entrance, the captain's body was much more miserable. Conan just glanced at it roughly, and felt a sense of discomfort.

It's not that his ability and quality are not high, it's just the empathy from human instinct.

Suppressing his nausea and collecting information with the evidence bag, Conan checked all the houses in this house.

The room in the house is very large, and there are several rooms inside, but all the windows are locked from the inside. If nothing else, this will be a seemingly spacious room without any flaws... a secret room.