Author: Report Mr. Krabs

At night, Conan was hiding under the quilt in his bedroom and secretly making a phone call: "Hattori, how many cases have you solved in one day?"

Hattori Heiji's voice came from the other side of the phone: "Three cases, one robbery in the morning, one theft in the afternoon, and one murder in the evening. What about you, Kudo?"

"Two, one during the day and one at night."

Conan frowned: "Then if I told you that someone solved twenty murder cases overnight, would you believe it?"

"Then those twenty cases were definitely committed by that person."

"No, I have seen the evidence provided to crack the case. It is very perfect, and the person in all cases has a perfect alibi."

"Then... that person has known the truth for a long time, and deliberately got together to decrypt it in order to attract people's attention."

"This is even more impossible. He appeared there completely by coincidence."

Hattori Heiji became curious: "According to you, who is this god?"

"My acquaintance, and you know him too."

Conan said mysteriously.

"Couldn't it be...Uncle Maori?"

Hattori Heiji guessed it right away.

"That's right."

"oh."

"What do you mean by 'oh'?"

Conan Fox asked: "Why don't you sound surprised to me?"

"Surprised, but not surprised."

Hattori Heiji's tone became serious: "Kudo, after I returned to Osaka, I asked my dad about Uncle Mouri. As a result, my father, who has a high level of ambition, actually spoke highly of Uncle Mouri. And his words were revealed.

It turns out that the top police officials have been secretly following Uncle Maori, and may even have established a secret file."

"What?"

Conan couldn't help but open his eyes: "Why? No matter how powerful the uncle is, he is just a detective. Does he have other identities?"

"Listen to what my dad said. Among the four major consortiums in the country, Suzuki, Ooka, Tomizawa and Karasuma, except for the Karasuma consortium, Uncle Mouri secretly holds different proportions of equity in the other three consortiums.

"

Hattori Heiji sighed: "Although my father did not disclose the specific number, the proportion should be not low. This is why the three major consortiums all have good relations with Uncle Mori."

"What??"

Conan's eyes widened a little more: "Are you sure you're not mistaken? I believe that Uncle Maori bought some stocks of those consortiums, but he owns equity and still has significant equity. This is too weird."

"Haha, Kudo, what's this? There's something even scarier."

Even though there was no one around, Hattori Heiji still lowered his voice subconsciously: "Rumors...just rumors. Uncle Mouri also has a close relationship with the giants on Wall Street in the United States."

"What???"

Conan couldn't help but picture a greasy middle-aged man with a mustache and disheveled clothes, drunkenly holding a TV and shouting about Miss Yoko.

Do you think such a man would have close relations with the top capitalists?

Who would believe it?

"If... what I said is if, everything you said is true, then why does uncle keep such a low profile?"

Conan issues the final question.

"I'm also puzzled." Hattori Heiji said in a very puzzled tone, "Maybe it's a personal spite, or there may be other purposes. However, the above are all rumors, there is no substantive evidence, and the police have not investigated in detail, so we can only

Create a secret file and keep an eye on it secretly."

"You don't have it, or you don't dare?"

Conan sneered.

"There are many things that you see through but don't tell. After all, it involves the United States. If you investigate it over and over again, you may get burned."

Hattori Heiji smiled bitterly.

"Okay, so uncle is actually a hidden super rich man, and Xiaolan... is the second generation rich, the kind who is richer than Suzuki Sonoko?"

Conan imagined it for a while, but he really couldn't imagine Xiaolan becoming a rich second generation.

"Yes, Kudo, you have to work hard, otherwise when your identity is exposed in the future, your woman might dump you, hahaha..."

Hattori Heiji couldn't help laughing.

"What time is it, Heiji, why don't you go to bed quickly?"

A vague and stern voice came, and Hattori Heiji exclaimed, "It's terrible," and then the call was hung up.

"That guy Hattori Heiji said something about dumping my woman. That's extremely vulgar."

Conan threw the phone aside angrily, put his hands under his head, and looked at the ceiling. What Hattori Heiji had just said kept echoing in his mind, and it took him a long time before he fell asleep.

He didn't know how long he had slept. Conan was dazed when he suddenly heard the sound of a gunshot. His whole body trembled and he wanted to open his eyes, but his eyelids were as heavy as ten thousand pounds and he could not open them no matter how hard he tried.

At this moment, a woman's voice sounded: "Gin, do you want your little brother to die?"

"Gin?"

Conan opened his eyes suddenly, turned over and sat up, looked around and realized that he was still sleeping in his bedroom, and there was no other person in the room except himself. He stretched out his hand to wipe his forehead, but found that his whole body was soaked.

He took the phone and looked at the time. It was only an hour since he ended the call with Hattori, so he had only slept for about ten minutes.

"Dream?"

Conan couldn't sleep at all, so he raised his head and looked out the window.

The night sky was covered with dark clouds, not a single star was visible.

At the same time, in the organization's secret hospital.

Gin held a gun in one hand, and his other arm was dripping with blood. He had shot it himself. Only in this way could he successfully break free from the drug.

Not far in front of him, the little nurse responsible for taking care of him was holding a scalpel and holding vodka, confronting Gin and the security guards behind Gin.

"You don't think you can get out alive, do you?"

Gin's tone was as cold as ice: "Put down your weapons, and I can promise you that your death will be easier in the end."

"Haha, Gin, if I dare to assassinate you, I have no intention of living."

The little nurse gritted her teeth and said, "It's a pity that I was too hasty and let you see the flaw, otherwise if you give me another day... no, one night, you will go crazy and commit suicide."

"It's useless. I will never think that I am wrong. If I am wrong, it can only be because there is a problem somewhere else. So from the beginning, I suspected that you or the doctor had tampered with me."

Maybe he was worried about the life and death of his most loyal brother, or maybe the drug was still having its effects. Gin said more for the first time: "But I didn't expect that you put the drug in the oxygen tube. If I hadn't noticed it quickly,

I’m afraid I’ll see hallucinations again tonight, right?”

"Even if I don't kill you, killing your little brother is still worth it."

The little nurse growled.

"Go ahead. As long as you kill him, there will be no hostages. Then we can only capture him without mercy."

Gin said coldly.

"You think I won't kill him?"

The little nurse flicked the scalpel, and the skin on Vodka's neck instantly cut open, and blood immediately flowed down.
Chapter completed!