The slightly ferocious guarded expression on Conan's face relaxed the moment he saw Hattori Heiji.
"How's it going? Have you ever been so scared that you wet your pants?"
Hattori Heiji grinned, his eight teeth shining white against his black skin.
"I just met you at this time, how about thinking about it with me?"
As Hattori Heiji spoke, he quickly noticed the ID on Conan's wrist.
"Huh? What? Kudo, are you too?!"
Conan was stunned for a moment when he heard this, and then immediately turned to look at Hattori Heiji.
Hattori Heiji stretched out his left hand and pushed up the long-sleeved sleeve a little, revealing the ID on his wrist that was exactly the same as that on Conan's wrist.
"you also?"
"Yes." Hattori Heiji put his hands on his hips and shrugged, "Kazuha was captured by him and used as a hostage. But she didn't know anything about it and was playing in the park leisurely!"
The two sat on a bench by the side of the road and exchanged information. Hattori nodded clearly.
"It turns out that young lady is also a hostage..."
Conan's expression was a little distressed: "That's right...not just Xiaolan, but also the three children. And...that client treated me with the same attitude he treated Kudo Shinichi."
"Huh? That means he knows your true identity?!" Heiji was really surprised at this time.
You know, very few people know that Edogawa Conan is detective Kudo Shinichi, and it was only by chance that he discovered this guy's true identity in a case.
If the client firmly believes that Conan is Kudo Shinichi...that would be a bit intriguing.
"I'm not sure about this." Conan pursed his lips.
"The fact that your body has shrunk due to taking medicine has probably been discovered by that dark organization, right?!" Hattori Heiji looked serious.
If it is really discovered, it will be because the house is leaking and it rains all night, and misfortunes never come singly.
However, if Yuan Huaiyu and Hui Yuan Ai were here, this possibility would be eliminated immediately.
Are you kidding me? Your identity has already been revealed, and the organization will let you wander around freely? You should have taken action long ago!
At this time, a cash transport truck drove past the road.
Conan captured this cash transport truck keenly out of the corner of his eye, and at the same time, various clues quickly connected into a thread in his mind.
He picked up the skateboard with one hand and ran wildly behind the cash transport truck.
"What's wrong?" Hattori Heiji didn't understand why he suddenly started chasing a cash transport truck, but he still followed it subconsciously.
"Eye-covering hood, pistol and escape vehicle!" Conan said a few words quickly.
"That's it." Hattori Heiji quickly reacted, "Robbery of a cash transport truck!"
"That's right!"
They followed the cash transport truck around a street corner and saw several police escorts armed with live ammunition guarding the surroundings at the entrance of the bank's warehouse.
"That's what he was talking about, right?" Hattori Heiji gasped slightly.
"It should be right." Conan looked around, quickly ran to a nearby fortune telling booth, raised his head and looked at the middle-aged rich woman who looked like a fortune teller.
"Hello!"
"What's the matter?" The fortune teller looked at him with a question in his smile.
"Has that cash truck been robbed before?" Conan asked straight to the point.
The time was now 2:25pm - they had to race against time.
"Yes! I was robbed. I think it happened on April 4th!"
It’s April 4th again!
Conan's eyes were bright, and he knew he had found a clue.
"Since you have been setting up a stall here for a long time to do divination, I believe the police should have come to question you, right? Can you explain the process in more detail?"
Hattori Heiji walked over and looked at the fortune teller with burning eyes.
"Uh... OK." Perhaps the other party's attitude was too natural and firm, so the fortune teller did not become suspicious and subconsciously replied:
"I remember it was around this time... when the cash truck was preparing to be put into storage, a white car suddenly rushed out from nowhere, and then the gangster threatened the security personnel with guns and did not dare to act rashly.
The banknotes on the armored truck were loaded onto the car."
However, the fortune teller seemed to have recalled something bad, and his face darkened: "There was a security guard who tried to subdue the gangster while the gangster turned around, but was shot dead by the gangster who reacted quickly...
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"It happened so suddenly, I couldn't tell whether it was a dream or reality..."
The fortune teller sighed.
"Thank you!" Conan thanked him politely.
"It seems that the opponent's movements are very neat..." Hattori Heiji thought thoughtfully.
After bidding farewell to the fortune teller, they turned around and crossed the zebra crossing. Just as they were about to go to the scene to check out the situation, a jeep came from behind and stopped behind them.
A big hand picked up Conan's back collar and lifted him up directly.
"Really! Can you please stop running around! I've been looking for you for a long time!"
Mouri Kogoro's angry shouts echoed in Conan and Heiji's ears.
"Okay, now is not the time to quarrel, right?" Seeing that the person coming was Uncle Mori, Hattori Heiji hurriedly advised.
"Huh? Black-skinned brat from Osaka? Why are you here?" Uncle Mouri turned to look at Hattori Heiji with a puzzled look on his face.
"The reason is the same as yours." Hattori Heiji showed the ID on his wrist.
Seeing the ID, Mouri Kogoro was stunned for a moment, and then his face became clear.
The police officer Memu stepped out of the car and said to his former colleague and subordinate: "Maori-kun, it's time for you to tell me the truth, right?"
Officer Henggou also helped: "What the detective can do is quite limited. The best thing to do is to leave it to us..."
Suddenly, the phone rang from Conan's arms. Kogoro Mori reached out directly from Conan's pocket to take out the client's ringing mobile phone and answered the call.
"I am Maoli..."
"Is it Detective Maori this time? Whatever... Are you on the carriage drive now?"
"That's right."
"It's not good for you to be so close to the police..." A cold voice came from the other end of the phone, and the expressions of Uncle Mouri and Conan Heiji who were nearby changed instantly.
"You guys have been spying on us, haven't you?!" Uncle Maori roared in a low voice.
Conan and Heiji looked around with solemn expressions, and then their eyes were fixed on a camera on the street railing facing their direction.