Conan: I'm not really a winery boss

Chapter 431 Heiji: Obviously agreed to be detectives together
In the middle of the night, Conan rested his arms on his pillow, staring straight at the ceiling of the ward, without seeming to be sleepy at all.

"Love talk? Sweet love talk?"

Conan frowned and thought about how to talk about love. Since his father is so fucking after him, then he should have inherited this talent.

"Ah~Xiao Lan." Conan blinked twice, "It doesn't seem right."

Or he should ask Hui Yuan, Hui Yuan should understand very well.

Although Huiyuan's personality doesn't seem like he can talk about love, since he has so many lovers, he must have heard a lot of love words.

And he only needs to select a few sentences from it and apply them to Xiaolan.
Creaking, at this moment, there was a sound from the door of the ward.

Conan glanced at the door from the corner of his eye, and sat up abruptly, almost urinating in fright.

All I saw was a headless and faceless dress that just floated over.

"No, no, headless man!"

"What a headless man! Kudo, you guys are really rude! I rushed over to visit you overnight after receiving the news."

Conan breathed a sigh of relief with a familiar Kansai accent.

"So it's you, Hattori, really, can you not?"

Conan stopped the hurtful words in time, "I'll persuade the Ministry, why don't you buy a bottle of 'Grey Della', I heard that the beauty effect is very good."

"That thing is a lie. I tried it, but it didn't work at all!" Heiji complained, "I wasted so much money."

Conan almost jumped up from the bed, "Where did you get so much money?"

Everyone is a high school student detective, at least, he used to be a high school student detective, why is there such a big difference in financial resources?

"My dad is the director of the Metropolitan Police Department. If you can't even get 1000 million yen out, it would be too miserable." Heiji said without thinking.

"My dad is still a world-renowned mystery novelist!" Conan retorted angrily.

"Then you go ask your father for it." Heiji said with his arms akimbo.

"I can't get it." Conan pursed his mouth, "Dad, that guy, he said that he is self-reliant. Damn, he is clearly reluctant to part with the money. I know he values ​​money the most!"

Conan believes that the answer he got from Tomie can be directly put on Kudo Yusaku's head intact.

"Why not be a detective? Silly boy, how much money can a detective make?"

"It's good to be self-reliant, but I often can't stand my father always treating me like a child." Heiji shrugged.

"Hehe, self-sufficiency?" Conan pushed his glasses that reflected white light from the car lights outside the window.

"Then let me show you what it means to be self-reliant."

Conan suddenly straightened his right arm and pointed at Hattori Heiji's blurred face with his index finger.

"Hattori, your father has embezzled!"

"Nani?" Pingji almost jumped up, "You can't talk nonsense."

"Nonsense?" Conan narrowed his eyes, raised his hand to grab Heiji's collar, and pulled his head closer.

"You did say '1000 million' earlier, didn't you? Hey, you probably don't pay attention to Graydrilla's sales, do you?"

"What, what do you mean?" Heiji was taken aback by Conan's sudden aura.

Kudo, when did he become so aggressive?
You clearly agreed to be a detective for high school students together, but you secretly develop in the direction of a mafia boss?
"What do you mean? Heh, Cinderella is currently on sale in limited quantities, you should know."

Conan raised his lips, "Three hundred copies, this is the current supply."

"So, so?" Although Heiji didn't understand what Conan meant, he also sensed that something was wrong.

"Suzuki Sonoko, my best friend and also Xiaolan's best friend, she complained to me about something a few days ago."

Conan's eyes gradually widened, "Originally, the purchaser of her family negotiated a deal with a scalper who had ten copies of Gray Delilah, but the scalper who resold was arrested by the Osaka police."

"Do you want to say that the ten copies are in the hands of our Osaka police? That's ridiculous. That's three hundred copies. How can you guarantee it?"

"The Suzuki family has 290 copies." Conan grinned.

"Is there anything else you want to say? No matter how much you refute, you will only add more jokes. Lies are vulnerable to the truth. As long as I inquire with the Osaka police, everything will come to light."

Heiji's throat rolled, he really didn't know about it.

But looking at Conan's expression, he knew that this matter was almost inseparable.

His father actually gave him the stolen goods directly?This is too big, right?
"Kudou, you made this point out, not just to scare me, right?"

"Of course." Conan loosened Heiji's collar, raised his hands harmlessly and waved them, "I just want to borrow something from you, Cinderella, haven't you run out yet?"

"I just wiped it once or twice, and I didn't use it anymore when it didn't work. I think it's weird what beauty products I use for a man." Heiji said dryly.

"Very good, why not treat that Cinderella as a small gift for me, how about it?"

Conan looked at Hattori with a smile on his face, "After all, 'It's only natural to send expensive condolences when you see a doctor', this is what Tomie Gege often said?"

"Really, I got it!" Heiji took Graydrilla from the bag containing a lot of snacks and game consoles, and threw it to Conan.

"This was originally intended to be given to you, because you are different from me and seem very smug."

Heiji curled his lips, and muttered in a low voice: "When I get back, I must give my old man a hard lesson. I've been talking about the duties and rules of the police, but I ended up doing something like this. I'm so disappointed."

Conan tossed the Gray Derilla in his hand, although there were traces of unsealing, but could not be seen to be used, and suddenly burst out laughing.

"Hattobu, you're so mean, you'll believe me if I cheat you a little?"

"What?" Pingji was a little dazed.

"I'm bluffing you, it's just pure bluff." Conan lay back on the hospital bed with his arms pillowed on his head, "I don't know how many Gray Delillas the Suzuki family bought, and that guy from the garden wouldn't tell me such a thing."

"Damn it, Kudo!" Heiji rushed forward and rubbed Conan's head violently.

"Be gentle, I'm a wounded person. Oops, the wound is ruptured, and you have to pay for it. Come on, the son of the director of the Metropolitan Police Department has beaten someone!"

After the two quarreled for a while, Conan waved his hand, "Stop it, it's midnight."

"Who is making trouble?" Heiji folded his arms and turned his head away.

Damn it, I wanted to laugh at Kudo for being stupid enough to get shot.

But he suddenly realized that he couldn't play Kudo! ?

Obviously when they met last time, the two were still on the same level!

"Hatto, I advise you not to be a detective anymore, I'm serious."

Conan's expression suddenly became serious, "I've experienced a lot recently, and the more I experience, the more I realize that detectives have limitations."

He sighed, "Let's accept it as soon as it's good. With our previous level, it's really a blessing to be able to live until now."

"You think I practiced kendo for nothing?" Heiji shook his arm.

He is not a young master who has never experienced storms. Because of his reckless personality, he has encountered danger many times.

However, relying on his extraordinary motor nerves, he managed to save himself from danger.

"I can play football." Conan curled his lips, "It's useless to be different."

"Huh? You learned to play football to deal with criminals?"

Heiji was greatly shocked, "What kind of brain circuit is this, do you think criminals will obediently let you kick the ball?"

Although he may not always hold a bamboo sword when facing the prisoner, but the two cannot be generalized at all, okay?
In the process of practicing kendo, the strength of his arms has been fully exercised, and his eyesight, reaction speed, and distance control have also grown surprisingly.

Can kick the ball. Besides kicking the crotch may directly cause the prisoner to die on the spot, is there any other additional effect?

Faster when escaping?But Conan doesn't look fast, isn't he still hit by a bullet?

The corner of Conan's mouth twitched, and he didn't know what he was thinking at the time.

Isn't it good to practice one-handed karate like Xiaolan?During this process, I can have deeper contact with Xiaolan and have more topics.

In Conan's mind, the image of the two wearing karate uniforms, wiping sweat after hard training, resting and laughing together appeared in Conan's mind.

And, in the karate competition, they beat their opponents and ran to each other to cheer for each other, became male and female karate champions, and became a pair of envied couples.

If he didn't join the football club but chose the karate club, then his and Xiaolan's children might be as old as Conan.

Looking back on the past, Conan can only come to one conclusion, Kudo Shinichi is naive.

"Hattori, I advise you to stay with Kazuha every day, before it's too late."

Conan, who came over, sincerely persuaded Heiji, who was as stubborn as he used to be.

He hoped that Heiji would not be as regretful as he was in the future.

"Why?" Heiji was about to ask, when his ears moved slightly and his expression changed.

It's the sound of a pistol being loaded, right at the door!

Conan quickly pointed to the bottom of the bed, signaling Heiji to drill down.

At this moment, the door of the ward was pushed open, it was too late!
Heiji made a decisive decision, took off the white short sleeve and threw it on the ground, blending into the surrounding pitch black.

(End of this chapter)