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2909【Toffed Vodka】

Conan: "..." If I read it correctly, the diameter of the vodka cap seems to be slightly larger than before, and something is bulging inside.

"Is it some smuggled items?" Conan wondered, "Or is it the tools they need for this mission? - These two people will definitely not run around in the wilderness with nothing to do. They must have some insidious purpose.

!”

On the other side, Calvados also looked over in confusion: Why is it so hard to take off Vodka's hat? Is this guy really hiding something in his hat?

As the two looked at him expectantly or warily, Vodka took off his hat.

...and then pieces of hard hair were exposed.

"Uh..." The little police officer looked at his head, a little shocked, "You, you put on a lot of hairspray."

Vodka had no time to pay attention to him. At this time, he was carefully taking off the hair stuck to the hat.

After making sure that no hair was left, he handed the hat to the policeman, and at the same time found an excuse to explain his strange behavior: "I have been losing my hair recently, so applying it like this will make your hair appear more hairy."

Little police officer: "..." Really, really? This is the first time I heard such a statement.

However, it seemed that he shouldn't talk too much about the citizens' personal hobbies. So he didn't ask this hairspray lover any more, just took the vodka hat and poured it out.

Bang, two arc-shaped special steel plates fell out.

Conan: "..."

Calvados: "..."

"This..." the little police officer knocked on them doubtfully, "Why did you stuff the steel plate into the hat? Is it also because of hair loss?"

Suddenly, he seemed to remember something, and his eyes gradually became suspicious: "Speaking of which, the deceased was shot through the eyebrow and died. Did you know that something like this would happen today?!"

Vodka: "..."

He originally gave many reasons including "exercising his neck", "having a headache and not being able to see the wind", "lack of gold in the five elements", etc. But when he heard the police officer's words, he suddenly realized - he must not use such a perfunctory excuse.

, otherwise it will only intensify the original suspicion.

His mind was spinning rapidly, Vodka took a deep breath, and said helplessly: "I heard that there have been a lot of shootings in Osaka recently, and I am a detective assistant who is easily resented. After yesterday's shooting, the more I thought about it, the more

I was afraid, so I prepared these things overnight and wanted to do some protection."

"Ah." As an Osaka police officer, the young police officer couldn't help but feel a little embarrassed when he heard this. He scratched his head, "I'm so sorry. We will solve the case as soon as possible and maintain the stability and order here!"

Vodka successfully turned away from customers. He suppressed the sinister smile on his lower lip, said a few polite words, and then asked: "Is there anything else you want to search? I will definitely cooperate."

The young police officer shook his head repeatedly: "No, I'll go check on the next gentleman."

Successfully weathered the storm.

Vodka thought of his wonderful performance just now and couldn't help but look at Calvados next to him: You see, defeating the police with their self-esteem is the correct way to survive on the stage.

However, at a glance, Calvados was just staring at the two steel plates, showing a more complicated look than before.

After a moment, the sniper quietly took two steps back further with a disdainful expression.

Vodka: "...?"

Damn it! What are you so disdainful about??

"...Forget it, I won't compete with such an ignorant family guy." Vodka snorted in his heart and muttered secretly, "When one day he gets a few beatings from Uzo, he will know the extent of my choices and decisions.

Wise."

When the leaders of the two organizations were making unpleasant eye contact.

In the bushes in the distance.

Conan pressed the button on his glasses and magnified the scene in front of him.

He was almost observing the two steel plates, but looking left and right, there didn't seem to be anything too special about them.

"Is this really just used to block bullets?" Conan couldn't help but think of this possibility, and then shook his head:

"Even if this is true, there must be a deep meaning in it. What the young police officer said just now is right - Vodka prepared a steel plate to block the head, but the deceased died from a gunshot between the eyebrows... This is too coincidental.

It must not be as simple as it seems."

Conan wished he could immediately figure out the purpose of the two people in front of him, but Vodka was always looking at him tonight, and he did not dare to take any more actions or expose himself.

After hesitating for a moment, Conan temporarily retreated to the depths of the bush, preparing to observe before making a decision.

Ahead, after checking the vodka, the little police officer went to check Calvados' luggage.

Nothing was found, but for some reason, the examinee's expression looked a little scary.

Vodka quickly tried to smooth things over: "He just looks a bit fierce, but he's actually a very nice person. You'll know it once you get to know him better."

The corners of Calvados' eyes twitched: "..." Familiar? Why would he, a cadre of a black organization, be familiar with these policemen? Is this idiot cursing him because of what happened just now?

He couldn't say much in front of the police, so he had to take a deep look at Vodka and write down this grudge.

Vodka felt a sudden chill on his back, as if he had experienced an electric shock. He looked around and wrapped his coat tightly in caution.



"I don't know how the progress is going on Kudo's side."

Under the big tree in the backyard, Hattori Heiji jumped back to the ground after observing the murder weapon on the tree.

He patted his hands that were stained with mud and rain, glanced far away in the direction of the others, and muttered to himself: "Since there hasn't been any commotion until now, I'm afraid I haven't found anything useful... Sigh.

, these two men in black are far more cunning than we expected."

Just as he was thinking about it, a voice suddenly came from beside him: "Is there something you and Conan are hiding from me?"

Hattori Heiji: "!!"

He came back to his senses with a jolt, turned to look at Jiang Xia, and laughed: "No! What could be the matter? - Ah, by the way, don't you think it's strange to talk about it?"

Hattori Heiji changed the subject and pulled him to chat about other things: "The fishing line that Uncle Otaki pulled up and the sniper rifle were all stained with some mud. But theoretically speaking, the rain in the evening

All the soil should have been washed away, so where did all this soil come from?"

Jiang Xia answered all questions: "It was pulled by the lead pendant after the fishing line slipped, and it was stained while sliding."

Hattori Heiji: "..."

Hattori Heiji: "?!!"

After all, he is a famous detective with real talent and knowledge. Although he was confused when he first heard this sentence, soon, after considering the cause and effect, Hattori Heiji suddenly understood what Eka was talking about.


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