Conan: I'm a zaibatsu in Tokyo

Tokiwa had made preparations for this speech, and the security was excellent, making it impossible for ordinary people to get close.

His caution stemmed from his desire to prevent Qiantou from causing him trouble.

But now that Qian Tou is about to go abroad, seemingly giving up the election, he inadvertently manages to thwart Conan's plans.

Tokiwa's speech did not go well.

Good morning, fellow citizens! The early bird catches the worm! As a chemist, I am keenly aware of the importance of good health!
People used to think I was a bookworm and a glutton. Today, I'm going to show them—I can run too!

Tokiwa patted his round belly.

This was a suggestion from his campaign team, who wanted to use morning runs to cultivate a hardworking image and change the public's stereotype of him.

“Now, I invite everyone to go for a morning run with me,” Chang Pan said.

Beside him, a bodyguard whispered in his ear, "Don't worry, we will arrange for bodyguards to disguise themselves as ordinary citizens and follow you around."

You won't let anyone else near you.

"That's good." Chang Pan nodded.

After changing his clothes and doing some warm-up exercises, Tokiwa started his morning run.

He also invited the onlookers to join him.

After hearing this news, Conan slowly moved closer to Tokiwa.

Because of a long-term lack of exercise, he was out of breath after running only a few steps.

Tokiwa's tight-fitting quick-drying clothes were already soaked with sweat and clung to his back.

Even on this morning when the temperature was only 20 degrees Celsius, his body still radiated an astonishing amount of heat.

"breathe……"

His breathing was heavy and rapid, and with each landing, his calf muscles contracted wildly.

Damn it, why did he agree to the secretary's suggestion?
He's too tired; he's simply not suited for exercise.

He turned his head to look at his secretary behind him and glared at him.

That's useless. All he does is make stupid moves. If I stop now, the people will definitely look down on me.

Moreover, the media won't miss the chance to ridicule me.

Something is wrong...

Tokiwa's vision began to blur, and he felt completely exhausted.

He forced himself to run to a bench by the roadside, where he stopped, his steps faltering.

Those around Tokiwa saw that he was so tired that he was about to collapse, so they quickly went forward to help him up.

Conan, who was originally blocked outside and unable to reach Tokiwa, took this opportunity to move forward and secretly attach the transmitter and bugging device to Tokiwa's body.

"Mr. Tokiwa, please have some water and rest." The secretary quickly took out a bottle of beverage from her bag.

Driven by extreme thirst and heat, he grabbed the bottle of water, didn't even look at the production date, unscrewed the cap, and gulped it down.

"hiss--"

The cool liquid slid down my esophagus, bringing an instant feeling of ultimate comfort.

Tokiwa frowned, noticing a strange taste in his mouth, but he was so thirsty that he ignored it and continued to gulp it down.

After finishing his drink, President Tokiwa felt a strange heat. He took off his arm sleeves and sat down on a bench to rest.

The secretary whispered in his ear, "I'll go tell the people outside that you're suddenly feeling unwell and can't run anymore."

"Well, let's go."

Chang Pan nodded. Having a reason would allow him to save face.

Damn it, I've only run less than a kilometer and I'm already exhausted.
"It's so hot," Tokiwa said.

After informing the public about Tokiwa's situation, the secretary returned and quickly took out a small fan from her bag to fan Tokiwa.

Deep within the bushes behind the chair, a new type of garden blower silently started up.

hum-

A warm breeze blew on Tokiwa, making him feel increasingly hot.

"Well……"

Tokiwa suddenly let out a painful groan, and the bottle in his hand fell to the ground with a "thud".

He felt as if countless ants were gnawing at his veins.

He instinctively reached for his collar, trying to cool himself down.

His secretary witnessed this and asked anxiously, "Mr. Tokiwa, what's wrong?"

Tokiwa turned his head with difficulty to look at the secretary. His face turned red within seconds, his eyes became bloodshot, and his lips quickly cracked and bled.

"It's so hot...it's so hot..." Tokiwa shouted incoherently, his hands flailing wildly in the air.

"Mr. Tokiwa?" the secretary shouted to those around him, "Quickly, find a doctor! Go and call a doctor!"

"thump."

Tokiwa's body began to tremble violently. The secretary, not paying attention, let go of Tokiwa's hand.

Tokiwa fell straight backward, landing heavily on the concrete ground next to the bench.

His limbs twitched twice, his eyes were fixed on the sun, but his pupils were completely unfocused.

Conan quickly rushed forward through the gap in the bodyguards and checked the patient's breathing; his expression instantly turned serious.

“Mr. Tokiwa… is no longer alive.”

There was dead silence.

"Let's call the police," Conan said.

"Uh, okay." The secretary took out her phone in a daze and dialed the police.

After the police were called, the secretary dragged Conan away from Tokiwa.

"Little boy, don't get so close," the secretary said to Conan.

"Forehead……"

To protect the scene, the secretary ordered all the bodyguards to stay around and prevent anyone from getting close to Tokiwa.

Although the Metropolitan Police Department is not very capable, it is good that it is serious and responds to calls very quickly.

Soon, several police cars arrived at Mihua Park.

"Hey? Conan, what are you doing here? Is Mori here too?"

Upon seeing Conan, Inspector Megure immediately frowned.

"No, no," Conan said, scratching his head. "I was playing alone in the park; Uncle Mori wasn't there."

"That's good." Inspector Megure breathed a sigh of relief.

The fact that Kogoro Mouri is not here suggests that this case is likely unrelated to Shoichi.

That way, the police won't face as much resistance when solving cases.

"Make way, let us see the deceased." Inspector Megure pushed aside the group of bodyguards outside and came to the side of the deceased.

Conan followed the police and slipped inside.

"Conan, the deceased's death was rather gruesome; you'll have nightmares after seeing it."

Before Conan could even see what the body looked like, Sato dragged him out.

Conan curled his lips.

Honestly, being a child is really inconvenient.

Just as the forensic pathologist, Chang Zong, was about to go in, a hand grabbed him.

A police officer grabbed Chang-zong and gestured for him to follow.

Changzong frowned, glanced at the scene, and chose to leave with the police officer.

Conan noticed the two of them.

He sensed something was wrong and quietly followed them.

Meanwhile, the police have already begun their work on Inspector Megure's side.

Inspector Megure glanced at the body, his brow furrowed, and he said, head bowed, "Forensic pathologist, you..."

"Where is Chosokabe?"

Behind a clump of bushes, Conan used two small branches as cover to eavesdrop on Nagamune's conversation.

"Why did you call me here?" Changzong looked at the police officer in front of him with a puzzled expression.

The officer said, "Chōzō, do you know who died?" "Tokiwa Eisaku."

The officer said, "Eisaku Tokiwa is competing with Junji Senzu for a seat in the House of Representatives."

Mr. Senzu is not only a famous Japanese actor, but also the son of a wealthy family.

"Oh?" Chosochi raised an eyebrow. "What do you mean by that?"

The officer chuckled, his eyes narrowing into slits: "Of course, I hope that when Mr. Choso is examining the body, hehe..."

The officer smiled, not finishing his sentence, but his meaning was clear.

That is to let Choso do what he has always been doing.

They described the murder as an accidental death, such as Tokiwa dying of illness.

"Was he killed by assassins sent by Senju Shunji?" Choso asked.

The officer shook his head.

He was a retainer of the Thousand Heads Consortium and was very familiar with the young master's character; he was a ruthless person.

And the fact that Qian Tou suddenly wants to buy a plane ticket to the United States must mean he's going to kill someone.

Although the Thousand-Headed Prince did not give any instructions, as a retainer, one should take the initiative to share his burdens and solve his problems.

The police officer said, "The Senju Group is a well-known conglomerate in Tokyo, with considerable influence in both political and business circles..."

He didn't say whether Qian Tou was the murderer, but only about the power of the Qian Tou conglomerate.

“If Mr. Choso can help, you will gain the friendship of the Sento Group,” the officer said.

The police officers felt that it was unlikely that Changzong would refuse.

Because Chosokazu was never a person with a strong sense of justice, and he was extremely fond of currying favor with the powerful and wealthy.

This isn't the first or second time they've done something like this, turning black into white.

There's no reason to refuse myself this time.

"The friendship of the Thousand Heads Consortium?" A faint smile appeared on Choso's lips.

"I reject."

"What!?" The police officer looked at Changzong in surprise.

Chozo looked at the police officer with an indignant expression and said angrily:

"The reason I chose to become a forensic doctor is for the sake of justice!"

You, who fawn over the powerful and wealthy, are a disgrace to the Metropolitan Police Department!

Forget about it, I won't listen to your plans!

The officer's face looked very grim.

He hadn't expected Chosoko to refuse so decisively.

He said with a ferocious expression, "The Thousand Heads Consortium is a major consortium in Tokyo!"

"A big conglomerate? How big?" Choso's face showed a hint of disdain: "Is it bigger than the law? Is it bigger than the justice in my heart?"

"Humph!"

A cold, nasal tone, carrying undisguised contempt.

Chief forensic pathologist Chang Zong adjusted his glasses and stared intently at the police officer who wanted him to "make an exception."

“I don’t need you to teach me this.” Choso’s voice wasn’t loud, but every word was firm and resounding.

"On my autopsy table, there is only truth, not power and prestige. I am a forensic doctor, not a rubber stamp in their hands."

These resounding words were like a loud slap in the face, leaving the police officer's face turning pale and then red.

The police officer suspected that the person in front of him was not Chojong at all, but an imposter.

This entire scene was witnessed by Inspector Megure, who was standing around the corner not far away.

Megure's eyes, which were originally somewhat cloudy, were now surprisingly bright.

He crossed his arms and listened quietly to everything.

When Choso said "Only the truth," Megure's tightly furrowed brows finally relaxed, and a relieved smile slowly spread across his chubby face.

"That's great..." Inspector Megure thought to himself with relief.

Chosoka is still Chosoka at the end!
When not dealing with that 'troublesome person,' he remains the sharpest scalpel in the Metropolitan Police Department.

Thinking of this, Inspector Megure cleared his dry throat.

"Cough cough."

Two deliberately exaggerated coughs broke the standoff between Nagamune and the police officer.

Inspector Megure straightened his tie and stepped out of the shadows.

"Inspector Megure!" "Inspector Megure!"

Changzong and the police officer turned around at the same time and greeted each other in unison.

In his voice, Changzong was frank and clear, while the police officer's voice carried a hint of panic and an undisguised guilty conscience.

Megure's gaze swept between the two.

He first looked at Choso.

The forensic doctor looked righteous, his back straight, and his eyes clear and firm.

Then, Megure's gaze swept indifferently over the police officer.

"Chōzō,"

Megure's tone softened, and he walked up to Nagune, reaching out to pat Nagune's shoulder forcefully.

"You need to oversee the bodies at the scene; the cause of death determination cannot be taken lightly."

"You've worked hard, come back with me."

"Yes! I guarantee I will complete the mission." Choso stood tall.

Megure nodded, then his gaze swept over the pale-faced police officer once more.

He didn't say anything, but just gave the other person a deep look.

Inspector Megure turned around and strode towards the scene, with Nagamune following closely behind.

The police officers stood there for a while, waiting until the officers had walked far away before leaving.

Conan continued to crouch behind the bushes, deep in thought.

He hadn't even started solving the case when the murderer revealed himself.

Junji Sentou has already told him that he is going abroad.

He had a motive for murder, a reason for murder, and was even planning to escape.

"Snapped!"

"broken!"

Conan opened his left hand, clenched his right fist, and slammed it heavily into his palm.

"My signal transmitter and listening device are still on Tokiwa's body."

Conan didn't take it off when he was near Tokiwa.

There was no further opportunity to contact Tokiwa.

What should we do if the police find those two things on Tokiwa?
Conan rushed across the police line, panting, with fine beads of sweat on his forehead.

There was a hint of panic in his eyes.

"We have to get it back before the police find it!" Conan's heart pounded.

He pulled his hat brim low, trying to make himself look like an ordinary, frightened elementary school student, and nimbly blended into the crowd of onlookers.

Taking advantage of the moment when the two police officers turned around to talk, Conan suddenly squeezed through the gap in the crowd.

"Hey! Conan, it's dangerous over there, don't come any closer!" A sharp-eyed young police officer immediately spotted the uninvited guest.

Everyone in the Metropolitan Police Department knows that Conan loves to cause trouble at the scene, and many people are on guard against him.

Sato walked over and ruffled Conan's hair: "Stay outside the cordon and don't go inside."

"Okay." Conan nodded obediently.

But after turning his head, an anxious expression immediately appeared on his face.

shit!
"Brother Zhengyi, I seem to be in some trouble. Please help me." (End of Chapter)