Conan’s Guilty Points System

Gin asked coldly.

"Just guessing."

Amuro replied lightly.

"You want Hattori Heiji's route just to confirm whether Hattori Heiji is Laojiao?"

"That's right, my current status is not suitable for inquiring about information, that's why I ask you."

"Don't talk nonsense, repeat what happened."

Gin didn't have the patience to listen to Toru Amuro's explanation here.

A cold light flashed in Amuro's eyes, he smiled indifferently, and recounted what happened today.

"After Heiji Hattori came out of the house, he disappeared at the second intersection. He was not seen on the surveillance video. He didn't reappear until half an hour later."

Jin Jiu's words made Amuro frown: "Where did he go when he disappeared for half an hour?"

"In the evening, Hattori Heiji appeared again. The car didn't change, but he wore an extra coat."

Amuro's eyes lit up: "Want an extra coat?"

"I didn't have this coat when I left before."

Gin's voice was slightly low.

"What is that coat hiding?"

"Tell me the result tomorrow."

After speaking, Gin hung up the phone directly.

Amuro smiled coldly, put down the phone, and then lay on the bed, looking at the ceiling, with a thoughtful face: within half an hour of Heiji Hattori's disappearance, was he replaced by Laojiao, or was it just an illusion created by him? .

The night outside was already very dark.

"Forget it, go test it tomorrow and find out."

Turn over, turn off the lights, and sleep.

"Heiji, I'm going back to Tokyo with Lan, you have to remember me."

Sonoko threw himself into Heiji's arms, pouting and acting like a spoiled child.

"Yeah, Heiji, you have to think about Sonoko, or she'll get bored of me."

Xiaolan smiled and looked at Heiji tenderly.

Heiji helplessly hugged Sonoko and smiled slightly: "Drive carefully."

"I know, I'll be careful."

Sonoko stood on tiptoe and hooked Heiji's neck tightly, her beautiful eyes full of happiness.

Heiji raised the corner of his eyes slightly, and his arm trembled slightly.

Amuro's eyes lit up, he put down his glasses, and the corners of his mouth raised a hint of confidence: "Heiji Hattori was really injured. So, he did have contact with Laojiao yesterday, and it seemed that he suffered a loss."

"So, that person was really Laojiao yesterday?"

Yuanzi's car got farther and farther and disappeared into the distance.

"Heiji, I'll go back and help my aunt wash the dishes."

He Ye turned around and walked into the house.

"Aiya, Yuanzi is gone, and Xiaolan is gone too. I'm going to be alone again."

Yukiko sighed.

Heiji glanced at Yukiko: "You should go back to Los Angeles."

Yukiko's face suddenly sank, and she glanced at Heiji coldly: "You don't have to worry about my affairs."

After speaking, he turned around and walked into the house.

There was a sudden loud noise, the sound of the door closing was like thunder, and the house trembled.

Heiji was stunned: "Did I say something wrong?"

Shaking his head, he looked helpless.

"He Ye, I'll go out."

From the room, He Ye's voice came out.

Pingji smiled lightly and drove away.

In a certain corner, the building is already empty.

Passing there, the corners of Heiji's mouth evoked a sinister arc, and the vehicle flashed by.

When Heiji's car was gone, Toru Amuro came out of the corner and smiled confidently: "Heiji Hattori doesn't seem to be without flaws."

Inside the house!

Yukiko looked angry, sat on the sofa, hugged her legs with both hands, and cried.

"If you want me to leave so much, then I'll leave."

Downtown!

Dressed in army green clothes, he was inconspicuous in the crowd. His eyes under the sunglasses shot all around, and he held a violin cover in his hand.

This disguise, unless it's face-to-face contact, even gin can't see through. After all, it was hard work.

Suddenly, Heiji stopped and looked at a building not far away.

"Sir, can you come in and out of that building at will?"

"That building, it's an abandoned building. It seems to be bankrupt. It's going to be auctioned."

Heiji nodded and walked straight to which building.

Heiji stood on it, looked left and right, and nodded: "Very good, the location is very good."

The violin case was put down, opened, and a pile of parts lay quietly inside.