Conan’s Mouri Kogoro

If a police officer happened to come in, there might be a strange rumor from the Osaka Police Station right away tomorrow.

As Mouri Kogoro kept looking at it, the ideas in his mind became clearer and clearer, and the materials here were the last piece of territory he needed.

After reading the materials, Mouri Kogoro restored all traces to their original state, and then submitted his reasoning to Xiao V.

For him, the thirteen-year treasure hunt has come to an end.

...

On the streets of Osaka, Conan threw all the rain off his face, a smile on his face, and he said to the pendant mobile phone: "Hatto, I have already found Mr. Kaoya, he is holding an umbrella to the north. Go to the factory area, hurry up and come here, my current location is three blocks north of the Seven Guns Hotel!"

Chapter 0289 Failed Reasoning

After a while, there were familiar footsteps behind Conan, and the soaked Hattori Heiji ran over, his eyes shining brightly.

The two of them looked at each other with a tacit understanding, and immediately followed the old man walking slowly in front of them.

It's just that neither of them noticed, it was in the alley on the right they passed.

A group of ruthless characters with fierce faces and tattoos have been peeping at the two like wild wolves.

The leader was still talking on the phone, and in a place where Conan and Hattori Heiji couldn't see, the bald old man muttered in his mouth. He had a small Bluetooth headset attached to his ear and was answering the call.

The bald old man glanced at the wide-angle lens on the side of the road, and saw the young man and child stalking him behind him, and a sneer appeared on the corner of his mouth.

Its cloudy old eyes became indifferent: "Since you yourself want to die, don't blame me, hehe!"

Hattori Heiji and Conan didn't even know that their traces had been discovered. They followed the bald old man to an abandoned factory and saw the old man put his umbrella in.

Conan felt a little uneasy. Although the rain covered his voice, he still felt as if someone was following him.

Conan couldn't help but said, "Heiji, do you feel something is wrong?"

But Conan turned his head and saw that Hattori Heiji had already followed him into the factory, and Conan couldn't help rolling his eyes: This guy, really!

Hattori Heiji had already made up his mind to catch the murderer in front of his father. He was naturally impulsive. He was so passionate that he focused all his attention on the stalker. He didn't notice any prying eyes, nor did he pay attention to Conan's unease, so he followed directly into the factory. bingo.

Conan frowned, but he could only walk in quietly.

However, just as he was about to catch up with Hattori Heiji in front of him, a big hand suddenly stretched out from the shadow behind him, covering Conan's nose and mouth.

Conan didn't have time to react, he was completely controlled, and the man wrapped Conan into the shadows.

Hattori Heiji, who wanted to solve the case, didn't notice Conan's disappearance at all. He couldn't see Conan when he walked halfway, and he thought that Conan was running to the toilet.

This is also the ability of Hattori Heijita to trust Kudo, who is as famous as himself.

Seeing that the murderer and the victim were all above, he quickly turned his head and continued to follow.

The iron ladder was old and disrepaired, and Hattori Heiji had a hard time not making any noise, and soon came to the second floor of the abandoned factory.

As for Conan, he was not caught by those tattooed people. On the contrary, the person who just caught him was Hattori Hizang.

In fact, Yuanshan Yinshilang recognized from the sound of the shabby house that he was most likely the mastermind of the treasure-burning case thirteen years ago.

Hattori Hirazura, after learning about the situation with Toyama Yinshirou, performed a play at the Bridge of Bliss in order to avoid surprises, and flexibly used a strategy to show the enemy's weakness.

He provoked his son, and took this bizarre serial murder case as a suicide, and withdrew a large number of police forces.

Let his son and police officer Otaki investigate the case there, while he secretly and Toyama Ginjiro secretly started operations, secretly monitored and followed Zakuya Yuxian, and set up a net in advance at his destination.

Conan was hugged by Hattori Hiraizo and took the escape elevator to the top floor of the abandoned factory.

As soon as Conan saw Toyama Ginshiro and others at the top of the factory, as well as the SWAT officers with real guns and live ammunition waiting to be fired.

Conan understood in an instant: Damn, these old yin are so good at acting!

Once he understood, Conan couldn't help but feel sorry for Hattori Heiji, who was still kept in the dark: It seems that you want to catch the murderer in front of your father, I'm afraid it is impossible!

Yuanshan Yinshilang said: "Isn't this the child next to Detective Maori? How could he appear here!"

Hattori Hizang's face became more and more gloomy: "Heiji this child is too unstable. He even took the child with him when he was in danger. He has no ability to deal with things at all. When this incident is understood, I must talk about him."

Conan's head immediately sweated, and he accidentally slapped Hattori Heiji again.

Hattori Hizang squatted down, his fierce face showed a smile that was even more ugly than crying, and his big hand touched Conan's head: "Child, don't be afraid, don't scream later, everything is uncle!"

Conan couldn't help twitching when he saw the old face in front of him, but he could only obediently nodded.

...

The bald old man Zaoya Yuxian came to the second floor of the factory, while Shigehiko Shigehiko, a squinting man, was already waiting for him. The iron barrel next to him was burning with flames, bringing a faint light to the surrounding area.

"Brother Xieban, I'm here, where is the [Tiger Scroll] you said?" A longing look appeared in Zouwu Youxian's eyes.

Shigehiko Xiesaka chuckled and said, "It's in the box over there, bro, you can take it when you find it, anyway, I'm not interested in the treasure of the [Golden King]!"

"Brother Xie Ban, thank you so much!" The sound of wheezing from the shabby house grew louder, and he ran to the dark box and began to rummage.

However, there are too many things in the box, and there is no way to find the desired [Tiger Scroll].

When the bald old man saw the flashlight beside him, he couldn't help but pick it up, and Shigehiko Shigehiko narrowed his eyes with a gleam of revenge.

At this moment, Hattori Heiji's voice appeared: "I advise you not to turn on that flashlight, otherwise, like Mr. Kato, you will be burned to a charred corpse!"

Hearing the sudden sound of a stranger's voice, Shigehiko Kyosaka immediately turned pale in shock, and the bald old man turned around with a gloomy expression.

"The flashlight has a special structure composed of gunpowder and dry batteries. Once the switch is turned on, it will explode, and the flame will not be easily extinguished when it sticks to you. Then it will naturally end in the same way as Kato Yuji."

Hattori Heiji walked out with his hands in his pockets and walked out in a self-assured posture. Conan above couldn't help but stare blankly at Hattori Heiji, the saucy bag below.

"Mr. Kato was killed by Mr. Kyosaka in the same way. Mr. Kyosaka used [Torano Scroll] to lure him to the roof of the castle tower."

"Because it was raining and the weather was dark, Kato wanted to look for the [Tora no Scroll]. When he saw a more convenient flashlight next to him, he naturally replaced the lighter in his hand with a flashlight, which created the illusion of self-immolation."

The squinting man Shigehiko Kyosaka said: "But anyone can do this kind of trick, why do you say it's me?"

Hattori Heiji sneered: "Anyone can do it, Mr. Kato gave the death message before he died. He was holding the umbrella, which actually means Oda Nobunaga's golden oil umbrella, so naturally he is playing Oda Nobunaga today. Mr. Kyosaka!"

Shigehiko Kyosaka hurriedly retorted: "This is too ridiculous, can you be sure that the murderer is me with just one gesture?"

"Of course it's more than that, I have other..."

Hattori Heiji hasn't finished speaking yet.

The bald old man with a gloomy face on the side didn't have the heart to listen to Shigehiko Kyosaka's sophistry. He threw the flashlight in his hand and let him fly in the air.

The flashlight flying in mid-air burst into a string of bright white fireworks, and the truth was naturally revealed!