"Uncle, Mr. Yoshizawa asked you to come here, right?" Conan came behind Sato Miwako and Takagi Wataru, pretending to be ignorant and asked, "He said he would take the share of money that should be allocated to him to the place where children are detained.
It’s a good place, right?”
“Huh?” Wataru Takagi and Miwako Sato turned to look at Conan in surprise.
Before, Chi Feichi just said, "Come here and hide the real murderer." Yes, that's it. Not one word more, not one word less. They really didn't know what happened to Guan Jizezheng, and whether Jizezheng had been killed.
?
“Only the kidnapper and I should know about this place,” Conan stared at Goro Kitayama and continued, “Since you know it, you are the accomplice of the kidnapper.”
“You, how can you say that!” Goro Kitayama denied in a panic.
"Yes," Miwako Sato said, "Mr. Kitayama knows Mr. Kataoka's mobile phone number, the location of the instruction transmitter, and the time when Xiaochun is discharged from the hospital. As a driver, he also has the opportunity to get the information that Miss Esaki accidentally dropped in the car.
earrings..."
Conan took this opportunity to secretly look at the car driven by Kitayama Goro.
Kitayama Goro smiled, scratched his head and said, "Don't make random guesses!"
"Ah, lie, lie..." Conan lay in front of the trunk of the car and looked at the trunk he opened, "What's in this bag?"
Chi Feichi: “…”
He just watched Conan act cute quietly.
Takagi Shita stepped forward immediately.
“Officer Takagi, come here quickly and take a look,” Conan unzipped the bag in the trunk and turned around to continue being cute, “There’s a lot of cash in this bag!”
Chi Feichi stared at Conan's head.
The bag he hammered just now is gone. Why does he suddenly want to hammer another one?
“Mr. Kitayama,” Miwako Sato said seriously to Goro Kitayama, “I have something to ask you. Please come to the office with me.”
Goro Kitayama's face was uncertain. He suddenly pushed Miwako Sato next to him to the ground, took out a wrench from his arms, and ran towards Takagi Wataru who turned around, "Damn it!"
Conan was startled, and then saw that Chi Feichi had moved, and silently backed away.
Before Kitayama Goro could reach Takagi Sheba, he was held down by the back of the neck by Chi Feichi who was catching up.
“Bang!”
Kitayama Goro's face came into close contact with the roof of the car, and a white hand pressed on the back of his neck. His body pressed against the car body stiffened, then softened quickly, and the wrench in his hand fell to the ground with a clang.
.
Chi Fei let go of his hand, letting Kitayama Goro slide along the car to the ground, and looked at Takagi Wataru, who was stunned.
It's settled, why are you still hanging around? Hurry up and put on the handcuffs.
Takagi Sheba was still standing blankly, thoughts racing in his mind.
Would he try to subdue the prisoner with one hand next time? It looks cool.
It would be better to wear something black again?
It seems that he still needs to move faster, aim more accurately, and have stronger hands. He...
If you can use your brain and your eyes, you should also be able to use your hands and feet.
Conan couldn't help but sigh in his heart when he looked at Kitayama Goro who collapsed to the ground with a big bump on his head.
Chi Feichi had been moving his feet a while ago. It had been a long time since he had seen a prisoner being held down by his neck. At first glance, he felt a little nostalgic that he shouldn't have.
Miwako Sato stood up, took out the handcuffs, and cuffed Goro Kitayama's hands.
Takagi Wataru came back to his senses and stepped forward quickly, "Officer Sato, are you okay?"
Conan also walked up to Chi Feichi and teased, "Are you comfortable?"
He suspected that Chi Feichi had just hit him on the head because he hadn't hit a criminal for a long time and his hands were itchy.
Chi Feichi looked at the top of Conan's head and did not answer Conan's teasing.
It’s really comfortable, so I won’t criticize the famous detective.
…
More than twenty minutes later, Goro Kitayama was escorted to the Metropolitan Police Department.
Chi Feichi took two little ghosts for a ride and took Jun Kataoka with him and delivered them to Shigeru Kataoka.
Mu Mu Shisan went to Chi Fei Chi to learn about the situation, "Brother Chi, what's going on?"
"Check the origin of Bee Delivery's stickers, check the printing factory, and confirm that Mr. Kitayama used to work in the printing factory," Chi Feichi said, "pretend that Yoshizawa is calling him and asking him to send the money to the prison where children are detained.
place."
Mumu Shisan has smoothed it over and straightened out the process and key points.
“I don’t have time to take notes.” Chi Feichi added.
Mimushi Thirteen choked and looked at Conan.
Conan: “……”
Understood, the record fell on him again.
“Ahem,” Mumu Shisan coughed dryly and looked away, glancing at Chi Feichi with half-moon eyes, “But Brother Chi, you can just inform the police to investigate next time. It is very dangerous to bring children with you.”
If he hadn't met Chi Feichi, the children in the Youth Detective Team were quite active, he would have suspected that those children were led wild by Chi Feichi.
Look, there’s another Jun Kataoka today.
On the side, Sachiko Ezaki knelt down and looked at Jun Kataoka, "Juni followed to investigate the case, it's very impressive."
Jun Kataoka looked down at the floor and lowered his voice, "Your suspicion has been cleared. Will the fashion show still be held?"
Sachiko Esaki was stunned for a moment, looked at Shigeru Kataoka standing aside, and explained, "I informed them that it has been postponed until tomorrow."
“Then you have to cheer up,” Jun Kataoka mustered up the courage to raise his head and looked directly at Sachiko Esaki, “I will go and cheer for you tomorrow too...Mom.”
Sachiko Esaki was stunned, hugged Jun Kataoka, tears streaming down her cheeks, "Thank you, Jun."
Conan looked at it with an aunt's smile on his face, and by the way, he gave Chi Feichi a good guy card in his heart.
Chi Feichi did this on purpose, right?
First, let Kataoka Jun understand that it is not strange to reject her stepmother. She is not alone, this is normal. Let Kataoka Jun calmly think about Ms. Esaki, recognize her innermost thoughts, and express her concerns.
Let's solve it again...his little friend is really awesome and very warm.
…
Shibuya Ward.
There is a small shop located in a narrow alley, and the display board at the door is filled with various tattoo pictures.
At the door of the store, a fat woman sent two young men out. There were already a lot of silver threads in her hair, and her round face had wrinkles and nasolabial folds at the corners of her eyes due to her smile. "Please go slowly," she said.
Happy new life!”
“Thank you!” The two young men turned around and bowed to the woman before walking towards the end of the alley.
The woman turned back to the store and looked at the girl sitting on the chair in the corner.
The girl looked down at a math book. She had short shoulder-length hair, slanted bangs, a small face, delicate facial features, a focused look, and a clean and neat black and white student uniform. She looked like that in every way.
A good student.
If his hair hadn't been dyed a bold red, if he hadn't come to her and stayed there for two days...
Ayaka Urano looked up inadvertently and found the woman staring at her. She put the book on the seat next to her and asked with a smile, "Are you finished?"
"I've said before, this is not a place for children to mess around. I only serve people who are new to violent groups." The woman's smile disappeared, her expression was stern, and her voice had a trace of vicissitudes, "You are not an adult yet.
No violent group will accept you. If your parents are members of a certain group, you can get a tattoo, but they should come to me to make an appointment."
“But I just want to tattoo a small butterfly, just this big...” Ayaka Urano stretched out the fingers of her right hand and drew a circle the size of a plate in the air, still looking at the woman with a smile.
Takayama Otome, 56 years old, is the illegitimate daughter of the third generation of the Kyokutokai. She learned traditional tattoo techniques from members of the group. For five years after the third generation abdicated, she worked as a traditional tattoo master in the group, then quit and opened a tattoo shop.
, provides tattoo services to members of violent groups, and occasionally goes to help with tattoos at new member initiation ceremonies...
This is the email Luck sent her the night before yesterday.
The night before yesterday, she received a phone call with an unfamiliar voice and an unfamiliar number, asking her to remember 7 numbers. After that, she received an email from Lark, asking her to find a computer to log in to her email. When she logged in to her email on the computer, she
I received Lark's email.
The email requires a password to open. If you don't enter the password for ten seconds, the mailbox will be automatically cleared. She thought of the previous phone call, tried to enter the seven numbers, and opened the email.
In the email, everything from Takayama Otome’s experience, income, residential address, store address, to personality, habits, interpersonal relationships and other information were recorded. In addition, there was also a plan that Lark asked her to implement.
She had enough time to spend these days on vacation, so starting from yesterday, she came to Takayama Otome's tattoo shop and asked for a tattoo. Takayama Otome didn't agree, so she sat there all day, and came here again early this morning.
to evening.
"If you think tattoos are interesting, you can go to a tattoo shop in the commercial street, as long as they are willing to tattoo children..." Takayama Otome turned around and put away the tattoo albums on the table, "They use tattoo machines there, and the tattoo speed will be faster.
It's not that painful. I'm doing hand-carved tattoos. I'll use silk needles of different thicknesses dipped in tattoo pigments and stick them into your flesh one by one. Not to mention it's expensive, but it'll still hurt you for a long time.
time."
"I'm not afraid," Ayaka Urumo said with a serious look, "I went to inquire and found out that the patterns tattooed with a tattoo machine may look good at first, but they will fade over time. Hand-carved ones may not be that good-looking at first.
, but it will become more and more vivid and vivid.”
Takayama Otome was a little impatient, especially the other party's naive thoughts and attitudes, which made her even more disgusted. After listening to the cleaning action in her hands, she turned and stared at Urano Ayaka, "Do you know that people with tattoos will face problems in Japan?"
How many strange looks?"
Ayaka Urano looked at the arms under Takayama Otome's sleeves, and could vaguely see the colors on her arms, "Like you?"
"That's right!" Takayama Otome retracted her hands and frowned, "When you are walking on the street, as long as you expose these things, you will attract strange eyes. Even if you don't reveal them intentionally, you will still be unable to go.
Public baths will be blocked at the entrance of the hot spring, do you understand now?"
“Will the hot spring staff block my tattoo if it is only the size of a plate?” Ayaka Urano asked.
Takayama Otome was choked. Seeing that there was no one in the shop, she sat down and said, "Large-area tattoos will cause a lot of trouble. As for the size you mentioned, I'm not sure. Japan generally only has members of violent groups."
Only people can get tattoos, and tattoos are also regarded as "bad". Tattoos in violent groups are related to status. Everyone is pursuing more. I have seen many people with tattoos all over their arms and backs. I have never seen anything like you.
The requirements, like I said, if young people are pursuing fun and trends, they shouldn’t come to me, and they shouldn’t even pursue such trends.”