Conan’s Toast Does Not Eat Fine Wine

Conan and Renzaburo Shiratori noticed Shinshigen outside the window almost at the same time.

In order to give Xinfan a chance to break in, Conan immediately took advantage of his age and diverted Ryuse Futemoto’s attention: "Grandpa Futemoto, calm down, Natalie Laima’s boyfriend is Date Air. But the person you kidnapped was Shibu Takagi!"

Taking advantage of Takashi Futemoto's surprise, Xinfan has turned over and jumped into the apartment!

He clamped Ryuse Futemoto with his legs and turned him three hundred and sixty degrees forward. Xinshihan very skillfully cut Ryuse Futemoto's hands behind his back and firmly controlled him to the ground.

"Uh..." Futemoto Ryuze let out a painful cry.

Xinfan's voice sounded at the same time: "Did you not figure out the situation before arresting someone? If you don't know about Takagi or Datehang, do you dare to do it? And!"

He raised the bomb and shook it, "This bomb is so light, you know it is fake when you weigh it, are you stupid, you can't even tell the real bomb?"

He didn't expect Jiang Gu Ling to replace all the bombs easily.

But here comes the question again. How could the Metropolitan Police Department not suspect the whereabouts of the real bomb?

Futemoto Ryuta opened his mouth to say something, but Xinfan had already handcuffed him with handcuffs-thanks to Police Officer Shiratori for throwing the handcuffs over for the first time-and handed him over to the police.

"Say, where did you tie Takagi?" As soon as he took over, Ren Saburo Shiratori asked fiercely.

Police Officer Shiratori, who has always been gentle and elegant, rarely shows such a "ferocious" expression.

Controlled by the police, Futemoto Takasaku had to answer truthfully: "Sapporo Odori Park Nishi 13-chome 28th."

"Is this bomb really light? It looks pretty realistic..." Conan picked up the bomb casually, and almost fell. "This is also called light?"

"It's probably a few grams worse." Xinfan spread his hands innocently.

Conan: "..."

At the moment when the police escorted Futemoto Ryuse out of the room, Conan looked at his back and added: "In fact, Officer Date did not abandon Miss Natalie Laiman at all, on the day they agreed to meet each other. , Officer Date died in a car accident. And I think Miss Natalie’s suicide was not because she was abandoned. She probably already knew the news of Officer Date’s death.”

Futemoto Longze's figure stiffened and disappeared at the door of the apartment.

Xinfan twisted his neck and yawned, "It's finally over. I can go back and have a good night's sleep."

Conan Ban Yueyan: "Didn't you go home yesterday? I was the one who finally took off the burden and can rest?!"

"Hi," Xinfan said very perfunctorily. "You are right in everything."

"Now, Mr. Asano." Conan suddenly called.

"What's wrong?"

"I'm sorry." Conan apologized softly.

Xinfan turned his head to look at him, somewhat inexplicably: "Why do you want to say sorry to me?"

Conan's expression is a bit complicated, but he feels more guilty: "I apologize for accusing you of being a cold-blooded person."

"No, you are not wrong." Xinfan's expression was very weak, and he couldn't see any emotions.

"No." Conan lowered his head and muttered, "Actually, you have been assisting the police in investigating the whereabouts of Officer Takagi? Whether it is asking for the passenger list or the car accident record a year ago, I misunderstood you. Otherwise, the police can't be that way. Just focus your investigation on Hokkaido, and you won’t find Takasaku Futemoto’s address so quickly. Even that fake bomb should be your masterpiece, right?"

Xin Fan did not speak.

What Conan said is not all right. Although he did ask Hongshu to assist the police in the investigation, his focus was on the search for Jiang Gu Ling, which is irrefutable.

Conan didn't wait for Asano's reply, so he bowed deeply to Shinbane and said sincerely, "I'm very sorry, Mr. Asano."

There was a less obvious irony in Xinfan's eyes, which was aimed at him, and Conan's apology once again let him see the brilliance of the Demon of Light.

"Let's go, go to the Metropolitan Police Department and wait for the good news from the Mumu Police Department." Xinfan said quietly.

Conan immediately responded: "Okay!"

However, he walked a few steps forward, only to find that Mr. Asano did not follow.

Conan turned his head, in his line of sight, the man stood quietly beside the corridor, looking up at the clouds in the sky.

At that moment, Conan suddenly felt like an excluded spectator, who could only watch, but could not touch Mr. Asano.

It is said that the undercover agent is a group of people walking on the border of black and white. At this moment, Conan doesn't think so. He felt that Mr. Asano did not belong to any camp at all, he would not give his trust to any camp, nor would he be accepted by any camp.

How can such a person stick to his heart in the long night, and how can he withstand the pressure from all sides?

And he had actually misunderstood Mr. Asano before, and said too much to him.

Thinking of this, Conan couldn't help but slapped himself again-slapped his head-he hoped to shoot himself more sober.

After Conan left, Xinfan remained in place, and the cloud had already transformed a figure under his gaze.

Until the surroundings regained tranquility, Xinfan suddenly said, "Have you seen enough?"

A figure appeared from the corner on the other side of the corridor. The figure had blonde hair as bright as the sun and a hot skin like Sahara.

"I think I will probably never understand these detectives!" Jiang Gu Ling smiled with emotion.

Xinfan was surprised: "Aren't you a detective?"

"You mean Toru Amuro, a student of Kogoro Moori?"

"I remember you opened a detective agency before."

It's just that for people like Jiang Gu Ling who change jobs and locations every three days ~www.readwn.com~ his detective agency probably can't even make a splash.

The smile at the corner of Yutani's mouth widened: "The person who runs the detective office is also Toru Amuro. I haven't done anything like this."

"It sounds like you look down on the detective." Xinfan leaned forward on the railing of the corridor, with a faint expression.

"I don't dare to say such things in front of you, the detective agent." Jiang Gu Ling stood side by side with him, but he was very careful not to let a corner of his clothes out of the corridor, "not to mention that I was from the bottom of my heart. I admire the detectives, they are great, and they can always uphold the justice in their hearts."

"Sometimes this kind of justice is not legal," Xinfan reminded.

"Yes, but what we did is illegal, isn't it?" Jiang Gu Ling stretched out, then patted Xinfan's shoulder again, "Let's go, didn't you say you want to go back to rest? give you."

Xinfan said in a cold voice, "I drove."

"Ah, that's just right, please take me back." Jiang Guling smiled heartlessly, "I came here by taxi before."