But her mouth was tightly covered, and she couldn't say a word at all. She could only helplessly make tiny sounds through her fingers.
She was confused at this time because she firmly believed that she had never seen the man in front of her.
——If she had ever seen such an impressive-looking man, it would be impossible for her not to have any memory of him.
Therefore, Yuan Huaiyu's behavior makes no sense in her eyes.
You and I have never met each other, and we have no grievances. What do you mean by taking action as soon as you come up?
Could it be...that this person is related to the three people imprisoned in the attic above?
When she thought of this, she was about to turn around and ask for help from the two men who were unaware of the situation in the attic, but Yuan Huaiyu grabbed her face and pressed it to the floor easily...
The next moment, Misari Ito hit the back of her head hard on the floor, jumped a few times, and then stopped moving.
"Boom!"
This muffled sound finally made the two gangsters upstairs notice the clues. Just when they were hesitant to go down to see if something happened, Yuan Huaiyu stepped over Ito Misari's bloated body and called Conan:
"Hurry up, stop looking, this Obasan is not dead yet, he just fainted."
When Conan saw Yuan Huaiyu's eyes, he immediately understood and knew what he should do now.
He picked up the bow-tie voice changer around his neck, skillfully adjusted it to Misari Ito's voice, walked into the room, and shouted in her voice:
"Hey! What are you still doing up there? Get off here quickly!"
As soon as they heard the voice of their boss, the two men no longer hesitated and opened the secret door of the attic. Just as they were about to put down the ladder, a gangster who poked his head out from the secret door had an anesthetic needle inserted into his head.
Of course, this gangster didn't have Gin's terrifying willpower to shoot himself directly to prevent himself from falling asleep, and fell down next to the secret door.
The other gangster watched his companion fall to the ground unconscious and rushed forward quickly.
"Hey, what's wrong with you?"
He grabbed his companion's shoulders and shook him violently.
At this moment, a black shadow flashed past and appeared in front of him.
Conan downstairs stared dumbfounded as his unusual teacher Yuan jumped up, grabbed the edge of the secret door with both hands, and with one force, he climbed up to the attic.
Before the gangster who was still conscious could take out his pistol from his waist, he was hit hard in the head by a leg sweep.
"Buzz!"
At this moment, he seemed to hear the sound of his head shaking.
The next moment, his vision went black and he no longer had any consciousness.
In the eyes of him and Yuan Shan and Ye, since they met Yuan Huaiyu, if they had to use two words to describe Yuan Huaiyu, it would be - reliable!
If you think about it carefully, every case can always be properly resolved as long as Yuan Huaiyu is involved.
"I knew that if Mr. Yuan took action, it would be easily solved."
he said with a smile.
"Is it Hattori who is talking? Where is Hattori?"
Yuan Huaiyu stared blankly into Yuan Shan and Ye's eyes.
"Ha ha ha ha……"
Kazuo, who was still alive after the disaster, and Detective Kusukawa, who was lying on the attic floor, bent over with laughter, and Detective Kusukawa was writhing like maggots on the dusty ground.
"Mr. Yuan, you are somewhat damaged..."
Kazuye felt the stiffness of his childhood sweetheart behind him, and finally managed to hold back his laughter.
When the secret door is open, light shines onto the attic from below, and it is absolutely impossible not to see Hattori Heiji.
Grab the bamboo shoots!
Conan also climbed up from the ladder that Yuanhuaiyu had just put down at this time, and asked the people in the attic with a confused look:
"What's wrong? What are you laughing at?"
"You don't need to know!" Hattori Heiji glared at Conan with a dark face.
"Hey, what's that look in your eyes? If I hadn't called Teacher Yuan here, I don't know what would have happened to you!"
Conan stared back unceremoniously.
Thanks to me, you were saved, okay! Is this your attitude towards your savior, Hattori Heiji?
"Okay, okay, no more joking."
Yuanhuaiyu fumbled around the two gangsters for a while, found two keys, and came to the middle of Hattori Heiji and Toyama Kazuha, who were sitting back to back. He unlocked the handcuffs that restricted their movements in three clicks.
"If I remember correctly, you two seemed to have been handcuffed together when you were young? This time you can count on reminiscing about your childhood..."
As soon as he said these words, the faces of the childhood sweethearts turned a little red. Fortunately, it was dark in the attic and could not be seen, so they could hide their expressions well.
After the crisis, they quickly realized the close physical contact with each other and separated like an electric shock.
"This should be Mr. Kusukawa, right? How are you? Can you get up?"
Yuan Huaiyu turned to Detective Nanchuan, who was lying on the ground, grimacing in pain because his laughter had hurt his wound.
"Cough, cough, okay, but I have to go to the hospital later..."
Nanchuan struggled to sit up.
"Mr. Yuan, is this little devil telling you that we are in trouble?"
Hattori Heiji rubbed his sore wrist and looked at Yuan Huaiyu and asked.
"Not really. I only told Teacher Yuan that Hattori-nii-nii was missing, and that there was something strange in Attorney Ito's house. As soon as Teacher Yuan heard about this, he concluded that there was something wrong with Attorney Ito."
Conan looked at Yuanhuaiyu curiously, which was also the most confusing point for him along the way.
"Teacher Yuan, you didn't even come to the scene. Why did you know that Lawyer Ito, who has always had a good reputation, has a problem?"
Of course it's because I cheated...
Yuan Huaiyu said silently in his heart, pretending to be serious, and explained seriously:
"A person who only charges very low remuneration to help others litigate cases. Where does she get the money to live like a noble lady when she is single?"
"As far as I know, the cases that made her famous, the cases that made others think she was a kind and good lawyer, basically did not bring her any profit, so where did her money come from?"
Yuan Huaiyu pointed to the house at his feet, and took out a piece of paper to wipe the hand that had just grabbed Misaki Ito's face.
"Look at the high-grade chemical substance I just brought from Obasan's face on my hand..."
"I have heard about her a long time ago, and I have done a little investigation under such doubts. I vaguely know that Obasan is secretly helping people in the financial world to evade taxes..."