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038 Conan Doubting His Life

Gululu——

It would take some time for the old criminal to bring the people back, but Yuantai, who had not had time to eat, could no longer bear it, and his stomach growled loudly in the abandoned building.

"Genta! Keep your voice down!" Ayumi and Mitsuhiko immediately reminded in low voices.

When Shizuo Komemon heard the sound and looked over, Genta immediately covered his stomach and said aggrievedly: "I can't control it either..."

A box of milk was thrown over, Genta hurriedly caught it, and then heard Shizuo Komemon say: "After drinking, calm down."

"I know!" Yuantai's eyes suddenly lit up and he began to drink milk.

He felt comfortable, but the three people next to him began to growl with hunger.

Two more cartons of milk were thrown over, and Guangyan and Bu Meimei took them with smiles, and then whispered: "Aside from being cruel, this criminal is also a pretty good person."

"Yes, and he is very handsome..."

Conan held his stomach and waited eagerly, and then an empty Coke can hit him on the head.

Conan: "..."

Gentai and Mitsuhiko immediately snickered when they saw this.

Ayumi came close to Conan, blushing slightly and handed over the milk she had drunk, "Edogawa-kun, I can't finish it, can I give you half?"

Yuantai, Guangyan: "..."

After a while, a police siren sounded downstairs. The old criminal came up with his men and carefully pulled the three robbers down from the wall with great difficulty.

The three robbers were very serious and did not die on the spot. However, because Shizuo Komemon was very serious this time, they were all seriously injured.

The lightest one had his lumbar spine shattered, and the heaviest one would probably be in a vegetative state after being rescued.

Looking at the three robbers who were in horrible condition, the three little ones became more honest. The old criminal and his men were also silent.

Shizuo Komemon stood up and picked up the garbage and food boxes that he had packed away.

"Let's go."

The four little ones followed him downstairs obediently.

After leaving the abandoned building, Shizuo Komemon turned back to the old criminal and said:

"You arrange for police cars to take these three children home. Remember to warn their parents to take responsibility for their education and not to let them do dangerous things."

"Hi! I understand!" The old criminal stood at attention and responded as if he were facing a superior. It was obvious that he was the police department or the department chief, but he didn't feel anything was wrong at all.

"As for you, I will send it to you personally." Shizuo Komemon lowered his head and looked at Conan.

Conan's heart suddenly thumped, "No, no need...I'll follow them too..."

Before Conan could finish speaking, Shizuo Komemon grabbed him by the back of his collar, picked him up and walked towards his car.



The black business car is driving on the busy road in the night, and the neon lights will linger on Shizuo Gumeimon's face for a moment as he passes by.

Conan only felt that this scene was very unsettling, and he repeatedly made various bad guesses in his mind about what the other party wanted to do, and why he seemed to pay special attention to him.

However, the information in his hands was too little, and Conan still didn't know that the Prosecutor General was being impersonated. After thinking about it for a long time, he had no clue, but his brain couldn't stop for a moment, and he was scratching his hair anxiously.

"poison."

"Ah?" Conan was stunned for a moment, then his mind was shaken and his pupils shrank.

Shizuo Komemon looked straight ahead and said lazily: "Overthinking is a kind of poison. It doesn't do much good except making people irritated. Children shouldn't think so much."

"oh……"

Conan nodded blankly. Is this what you meant? He was indeed very irritable just now. It seemed that he was overthinking...

etc!

Conan's eyes widened suddenly and he looked out the window. Here was...

"Um...brother, where are we going? I don't live here..."

Komemon Shizuo slowly spit out an address, "2-chome, Yoneka-cho."

Conan felt his heart beating violently, his brain was filled with blood, his temples were beating fiercely, and there was only a buzzing sound in his ears, as adrenaline was secreted rapidly.

After thinking for a moment, he suddenly decided to jump out of the car!

Just when he touched the door, he heard Shizuo Komemon continue: "Dr. Agasa lives there, right? No. 22?"

Before getting in the car, Shizuo Komemon specially sent an email to ask the Metropolitan Police to transfer the addresses of Kudo's house and Dr. Agasa's house next door.

"Ha?" Conan was stunned for a moment, "Ah, Dr. Ali?"

"Well." Shizuo Komemon said calmly, "I'd like to ask him for some help. Didn't you say he is a very powerful inventor?"

"That's it... Hahaha, it turns out that's the case." Conan scratched his head and laughed. It seemed that he really couldn't think wildly.

"Recently, I always feel like I'm being watched, so I'm going to ask Dr. Ali to help me check the car to see if there's a tracker or anything."

"..." Conan is numb, can you finish it in one go?

This answer should be related to the man in black, right? But the man in black is eyeing Gumeimen Criminals, what does this mean?

"It's probably the people from the Metropolitan Police Department. The last inquiry came to an abrupt end. There was obviously something wrong." Shizuo Komemon murmured in a low voice.

Conan:???

"It's no use talking to a kid like you, here we are." Shizuo Komemon stopped the car, and outside was Dr. Agasa's house.

Seeing Conan's confused and doubtful expression, Komemon Shizuo suddenly understood Kensuke's bad taste.

It seems that I was influenced by him after all, otherwise I wouldn't have done such a boring thing.

But after this experience, Conan should be able to calm down a little bit, right? There are enough troubles already...

The two men, one big and one small, rang the doorbell of Dr. Ali's house one after the other, and the doctor pulled on his slippers and opened the door.

"New... uh, Conan, why did you come to my place so late? This is..."

Shizuo Komemon handed over a can of Coke, and Dr. Agasa took it without knowing why.

"I came in a hurry and didn't bring a souvenir, so I'll just take this instead. Don't mind."

"..." Dr. Ali was stunned.

"This big brother is a member of the Gumeimen Criminal Investigation Division of the Metropolitan Police Department. He is also a subordinate of the Memu Police Department. I have asked you for help with some matters." Conan explained.

"Oh, that's it, please come in." Dr. Agasa glanced at Conan suspiciously, and then let Shizuo Komemon in.

After sitting down in the living room, Conan helped explain his purpose, and Shizuo Komemon added: "Besides checking the car, there is something else I want to trouble Dr. Agasa."

"What's up?"

"I have some physical problems and I can't control my emotions well. When my emotions are out of control, it will be difficult to control my strength.

Although I went to the hospital for examination before, there was nothing they could do. I don’t know if Dr. Ali has done any research in this area."

This is the real purpose of Shizuo Komemon's trip. After all... no one wants to be a beast.

As for the tracker, I just talked about it casually to tease Conan.

Dr. Ali touched the top of his head and thought: "I'm not sure about this. I have to check it for you first to know. If you are free tonight, I can check it for you now, both the car and your body.

."

"Won't it delay the doctor's rest?"

"It's okay, I work better at night."

"Then please."

As he spoke, Shizuo Komemon took out a check for three million yen from his pocket and placed it on the coffee table.

Dr. A Li immediately patted his chest and said energetically, "Don't worry, I will do my best!"



A few hours later, Dr. Ali looked at the bent blood-drawing needles and fell into deep thought. There was indeed a big problem...

At the same time, Shizuo Komemon was sitting in the car, looking at the tracker he found and also lost in thought. He actually found it...

So, what do those police officers from the Metropolitan Police Department want to do? It’s very problematic...

Just as he was thinking, his cell phone suddenly rang...


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