Conan's Exorcist Detective

Chapter 118 Why don’t you come to my house?
Kousaka Haruhiko continued to chase the Yakuza on the streets.

With the buff of Sato Miwako, the sugarcane roots in his hand seemed to be free of charge - it seemed that he really didn't have to spend any money, the Metropolitan Police Department would pay for it.

In short, under Haruhiko's continuous attack, the enemies following behind him had no way to get close to the truck.

As long as this state of confrontation continues, the people from the Metropolitan Police Department will eventually arrive at the scene no matter how slow they are. By then, no matter how powerful this gang of yakuza is, they won't be able to fight the police in the street, right?

So the pressure now falls on Kondo Masaru.

Finally, we drove into a long road with lush cherry trees on both sides.

Kondo Masaru launched a desperate attack on Haruhiko.

Haruhiko looked at the tall and big cherry trees on both sides of the road. Their lush branches were connected together, as if turning this place into a cherry blossom tunnel.

There are many young couples on the sidewalks on both sides of the road, walking hand in hand on the cobblestone road covered with cherry blossoms.

A gust of wind blew.

The gorgeous cherry blossoms formed a beautiful cherry blossom rain in the sky.

In this artistic cherry blossom tunnel, a ferocious gangster holding a shotgun is chasing after you from behind. It really looks like a boss battle scene in a game.

However, Kondo Masaru's strength seems to be a little bit behind the boss.

At best, it can only be considered an elite monster.

After some entanglement.

Before Kondo Katsu could fire, Haruhiko accurately inserted a thin piece of sugarcane into the muzzle of the shotgun.

It directly caused the opponent's gun to explode.

Kondo Katsu's face was covered in blood. He fell off the motorcycle and rolled onto the sidewalk. His bloody face was covered with dirt and cherry blossom petals.

And in this noisy environment.

However, Haruhiko vaguely heard the crisp sound of Kondo Masaru's bones breaking when his body came into contact with the hard concrete road.

Could it be that the skill of repelling evil spirits has been upgraded again, strengthening physical fitness?
If I continue like this, I won’t become a superman, right?
Haruhiko really wanted to see how his cheat would be improved after this chase, and whether it would give him a new skill or something.

But there are still several people chasing me from behind. Isn’t it a bit disrespectful to the enemy to just close my eyes?

Haruhiko thought about it and decided to wait until things were over before talking about it. Mainly because being interrupted during the process would affect his mood.

He turned his attention back to the Kondo group chasing after the car.

When the members of Kondo's group behind him saw that their boss had lost his fighting ability, most of them immediately stopped their motorcycles and surrounded him.

Only a few people were left to continue the pursuit.

However, these people were forced into a fight and lost their initial enthusiasm, and just stayed far behind.

There were a few Yakuza with good acting skills who even pretended to lose control of their motorcycles and crashed into the cherry trees on the roadside without being hit by Haruhiko's attacks.

Haruhiko couldn't help but laugh out loud when he saw this.

After making sure the enemy was no longer a threat, Haruhiko leaned his hands on the railing of the truck and admired the cherry blossoms.

At the same time, with his keen hearing, he can clearly hear the voices of passers-by on both sides of the cherry blossom tunnel.

“Isn’t this a movie?”

"That shouldn't be the case. The man with the gun fell directly from a speeding motorcycle. You wouldn't dare to film it like that in a movie, would you?"

"Wow, that boy is so handsome."

"I really envy that girl. I wish I could walk through the cherry blossom tunnel like this."

Similar discussions reached Haruhiko's ears.

At this time, Sato Miwako walked up to him and said with a worried look on her face: "Hey, are you okay?"

Haruhiko came back to his senses and rubbed his shoulders: "It's okay, just my arm is a little sore."

Miwako Sato wanted to reach out and rub his shoulders.

But when he saw many pairs of eyes on the roadside looking at them, he withdrew his hand.

The driver lit a cigarette and said, "I really didn't expect you to throw out my entire truckload of sugarcane. Speaking of which... will the Metropolitan Police Department pay for it?"

"Don't worry, I've contacted my boss here, and someone will come to handle everything. But I still have to trouble you to cooperate with the investigation." Sato Miwako patted her chest to assure. Her chest muscles wrapped in the pizza shop uniform trembled at an alluring rhythm, forcing Haruhiko to turn his gaze back to the cherry blossoms on the roadside.

In fact, Miwako Sato had already contacted her contact in Izu.

However, the tradition of the police always arriving at the scene last seems to still be effective in this world.

The truck had been driving here from Atami for at least twenty minutes, and there wasn't even a trace of anyone from the Metropolitan Police Department.

The driver held the cigarette between his lips and said as he smoked: "I understand, I understand, the process still needs to be followed."

At this moment, Haruhiko suddenly noticed that the people on the roadside were all young couples, and curiously asked, "There are so many couples here."

The driver explained, "This cherry blossom tunnel is very famous. It's said that if you can walk the entire tunnel together, you'll be able to spend the rest of your life together. That's why many tourists from other places come here to visit."

"There's such a legend?" Haruhiko found it very interesting, and then looked at Sato Miwako, "Does our case count as..."

"Not counting."

Sato Miwako anticipated Haruhiko's thoughts: "We are in a car and being chased, so of course we can't just let it go."

She seemed to still be angry about accidentally eating the Snickers bar that was stained with Haruhiko's saliva.

Haruhiko shrugged. "I see. I think our method is quite unique."

The driver suddenly cracked a joke: "So, to be able to walk through the cherry blossom tunnel like this, just spending a lifetime together might not be enough. I guess it would take several lifetimes."

Miwako Sato avoided looking at him. It seemed that she also cared about this matter, but was too embarrassed to show it.

After all, she is a girl, so it is understandable that she has a weaker resistance to such romantic things.

Haruhiko found her expression very interesting and wanted to tease her.

He peeled a piece of sugarcane, took a bite, and handed it to Sato Miwako: "Please take a bite of this sugarcane. Even if it's in the next life, I will definitely find you!"

The ashamed and angry Sato Miwako snatched the sugarcane and smashed it on Haruhiko's head.

Haruhiko also picked up the sugarcane and fought back.

The two of them actually had a kendo duel in the car.

At this time, in a car not far behind, Hasegawa Taizo's assistant asked in confusion: "Why did they suddenly start fighting? Aren't they together?"

Hasegawa Yasuzo held up his camera and said, "I don't know. Let's take some photos first. I'll go back and make up a poignant love story. It's sure to be a hit."

He kept pressing the shutter of his camera.

The camera on the dashboard was also recording.

...

About half an hour later.

As Yokomizo Sango pushed open the car door, cherry blossoms blown by the wind fell on his face.

Perhaps it was because he had been lying in the hospital and smelling the disinfectant these days that Yokomizo suddenly discovered that the smell of cherry blossoms could be so wonderful.

Yokomizo Sango managed to survive the explosion at the dock, perhaps because he was far away from the explosion site.

But all the police officers under his command died.

It also put a heavy burden on him.

As soon as his injuries were almost healed, Yokogamizo Sango asked to rejoin the team, wanting to find the whereabouts of the bomber himself.

As soon as Yokomizo got out of the car, a young police officer in uniform ran over to greet him.

"Take me to the scene of the incident." Yokogamizo Canwu said directly.

"Okay, come with me."

Under the other party's guidance, Yokomizo Sango came to the crime scene surrounded by a cordon.

Vehicles are prohibited from passing through the cherry blossom tunnel, but there are still many tourists watching from a distance.

There were seven or eight police cars parked here, as well as an ambulance and a vehicle escorting prisoners.

If most of the troops had not been diverted to investigate the bomb case, the number of police cars present would probably be double.

After all, a gangster who dares to shoot in the street is considered a big case no matter when.

All the members of Kondo's group were detained here and taken into police cars after being briefly questioned.

Yokomizo Sango went directly to the place where Kondo Masaru was "shot down" by Haruhiko.

The lingering blood on the sidewalk mixed with the cherry blossom petals.

There is a kind of weird beauty.

However, there was a pool of brown unidentified objects nearby that emitted a faint stench, which immediately destroyed the atmosphere.

Yokoguro Chanwu pointed at the unknown object and asked, "What is that?"

The young police officer said, "It's Kondo Masaru's excrement." Yokomizo Sango was stunned for a moment: "Did he beat you out of shit?"

The young police officer gave a wry smile and said, "It's said that when he fell off his motorcycle, he accidentally damaged a nerve. He might not be able to control his bowel movements for the rest of his life."

"It's true that evil will be punished by evil." An old police officer from the forensic department sighed nearby.

Yokomizo thought: "That's true, but someone has to send the evildoers to the guillotine."

The old policeman nodded in agreement: "Yes, that one is called Kosaka..."

"Takasaka Haruhiko." Henggou reminded.

"Yes, that guy named Haruhiko Kosaka is really not simple. This is the first time I have encountered someone using this method to fight against a shotgun." The old police officer sighed.

Henggou Chanwu asked doubtfully, "What method?"

"You don't know yet?" The old policeman was stunned for a moment, then he ran to the evidence box not far away and took out the shotgun and half of the crushed sugarcane in the evidence bag.

Henggou Chanwu took it and observed it carefully.

It was discovered that the barrel of the shotgun had cracked into a twisted shape, and the area above the grip was also cracked.

The veteran police officer explained: "The shotgun exploded, and part of the ammunition came out from the back and hit Kondo Katsu's eye, causing him to fall off the motorcycle."

Yokomizo Sango nodded, then picked up the evidence bag containing the sugarcane and asked, "What about this?"

"This is the weapon that Kosaka Haruhiko used. He inserted this piece of sugar cane into the barrel of the shotgun, causing it to explode."

Yokoguro Chango's eyes widened: "Is this even possible?"

"Actually, the success rate isn't high. First, it's difficult to throw sugarcane into a gun barrel during mobile warfare. Second, it's not always possible to cause a gun to explode. You need a confined space inside the barrel..." The veteran officer thought for a moment and explained in a more accessible way, "In short, I think luck plays a big role."

"But he still succeeded." Henggou Chanwu sighed.

The young police officer standing nearby interjected, "He's really lucky."

Yokoguro Chanwu glanced at him and said, "This can't be explained by simple luck. He's used this kind of 'luck' to escape danger several times. I think he's one of those lucky guys who's been blessed by God."

The young police officer looked at the shotgun in the evidence bag with a complicated expression, as if wondering if he could do it if he were in their place.

Yokomizo Sango shifted his gaze to the gorgeous cherry blossoms in the distance and said with emotion, "I'm really looking forward to seeing what kind of surprises he will bring to the Metropolitan Police Department after joining it."

The old police officer was surprised and asked, "Has he decided to join the Metropolitan Police Department?"

"I don't know, maybe he'll choose to be the son-in-law of the Suzuki family," Yokomizo said.

The young police officer's eyes widened. "The Suzuki Group? The Suzuki Group that just built the Suzuki Building in Izu, which is said to be the most sturdy building in the world? Is this still an option?"

Henggou Chanwu smiled and said, "That's why they say he's a lucky man blessed by God. If you can achieve this level, you might have a chance too."

After saying that, Yokomizo Sango walked towards the people from Kondo's group.

There are still many things waiting for him to deal with.

The young police officer glanced at the twisted single-barreled shotgun in the evidence bag, sighed, and followed him over.

...

Haruhiko accompanied Sato Miwako to the police station to handle follow-up matters.

The person who came to handle the case was a middle-aged police officer who looked familiar and whose name Haruhiko had never heard of.

This is also normal.

There are only a few members of the Metropolitan Police Department with names who appear in Conan. It is obviously unrealistic to use such a small number of people to support a country's police system.

There is no need to elaborate on the investigation and evidence collection process.

Although Sato Miwako's action of advancing alone into the deep was risky, she obtained intelligence that matched the risk.

The Kondo Group has almost certainly been wiped out of this world. Besides that, it seems they are involved in other cases involving money and sex transactions. However, since Haruhiko is just a high school student, there is no need for him to know about this.

Because of Miwako's testimony, Haruhiko was questioned and told that he could be contacted at any time and everything was fine for the time being.

Miwako Sato wanted to continue with the investigation and evidence collection work, but was stopped by the somewhat kind police officer on the grounds that her foot was injured.

Force her to go home and rest.

Miwako walked out of the Izu Police Station with Haruhiko in a depressed mood.

Seeing her limping, Haruhiko had no choice but to leave her there.

So I called a taxi to take her back to where she lived.

Haruhiko originally thought she was staying in a hotel or something, but when he got off the taxi, he saw a five-story building in the industrial park.

This building must be quite old, and the original light yellow paint on the outside of the building has faded to white.

There were clothes hanging on the clothesline in the corridor, and a middle-aged man in a white vest was leaning on the railing on the second floor smoking.

Haruhiko is quite familiar with this kind of danchi building.

In my previous life, similar buildings appeared frequently in both serious and non-serious Japanese anime.

Miwako Sato said that this is a secret industry of the Metropolitan Police Department, used to accommodate colleagues from other places, and sometimes as a temporary residence for undercover police agents.

Haruhiko supported Sato Miwako and went up to the third floor.

Standing in front of the door, the atmosphere in the air suddenly became strange.

Neither of them spoke.

Miwako Sato looked down at her toes, her long eyelashes shining in the sunlight.

Haruhiko also looked at Sato Miwako's toes.

She was wearing black pumps, her injured foot resting lightly on the ground, her snow-white instep slightly swollen.

There was silence for a moment.

"I won't bother you anymore..."

"Why don't you come in and sit down?"

They both spoke at the same time.

Miwako Sato tilted her head and smiled, "Why don't you come in and sit down? After all, you've helped me a lot this time."

Haruhiko hesitated: "Is this okay?"

Miwako gave a mischievous smile: "What's wrong with that? Are you thinking about something strange, Kousaka-san?"

"Absolutely not." Haruhiko quickly shook his head. "In that case, I'll go in and have some tea."

"There's only iced barley tea." Sato Miwako took out the key, opened the door, and walked into the room first.

"I like drinking that the most." Haruhiko saw that she was still limping, "Let me help you."

"No, I can do it myself."

Miwako refused Haruhiko's help.

She seemed reluctant to have too much physical contact with Haruhiko in such a private space, perhaps because she was worried that something unexpected might happen.

Go into the room.

Haruhiko saw several pairs of similar-style shallow-mouth high-heeled shoes placed at the entrance, and it seemed that Sato Miwako particularly liked this style.

Haruhiko also thinks that she is more suitable for this style.

"Change your shoes yourself." Sato Miwako bent down to take off her shoes, and her buttocks outlined a peach-shaped curve.

"Ok."

Haruhiko took out slippers from the shoe cabinet and put them on.

Miwako Sato casually threw her black pumps at the entrance and walked barefoot on the wooden floor.

As soon as the tip of her left foot touched the floor, she immediately lifted it up.

It seems that the injury is much more serious than expected, and it cannot be used as a supporting leg for the time being.

Haruhiko thought Miwako would let him go over and support her.

But unexpectedly, she was stepping on the floor with one bare foot and jumping towards the living room. The fat on her chest was bouncing, which made Haruhiko stunned.

Miwako Sato jumped twice and immediately realized that something was wrong.

She stopped where she was, blushing, and after hesitating for a long time, she whispered, "Come... help me up."

Haruhiko really wanted to see her jump over like that. It wasn't that he wanted to watch the game, but he just thought Officer Sato was a little cute like that.

But since the other party has made the request, Haruhiko can't refuse.

He walked over and held out his hand.

A soft body with a scent came close to me.

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