Conan: I'm a zaibatsu in Tokyo

"What are you doing?!"

Miwako Sato rushed forward and, with lightning speed, grabbed Conan by the back of his collar, lifting him off Kurokawa like a kitten.

She looked at Conan's lips, which had just licked the man's palm, her brows furrowed into a knot, her face filled with physical disgust.

How could this child have such a strange hobby?

Sato wiped his hands on Kurokawa's suit while muttering to himself.

She usually seems quite clever, so why does she have such heavy tastes?
They even specifically lick men's hands...

She had made up her mind that once the case was over, she would contact Kogoro Mouri and Ran as soon as possible.

This child clearly lacks discipline; if this continues, who knows how "abnormal" he might become!

They must receive more psychological counseling!
Conan, suspended in mid-air, completely ignored the astonished, disdainful, and even police-inducing looks from those around him.

The moment Sato let go, he immediately scrunched up a bitter face, stuck out his tongue and frantically rubbed his lips on the grass, letting out a childish scream:
"Ugh! It's so salty! It tastes awful! Uncle, why are your hands so salty!"
It's a hundred times saltier than the canned herring that Sonoko-nee bought last time!

Inspector Megure walked over with a dark expression, looking at Conan rolling on the ground:
"Hey! Conan, what's gotten into you all of a sudden?"
Why did you lick Mr. Kurokawa's hand?
Didn't your family teach you not to eat the hands of strangers?

Inspector Megure had already labeled Conan as having "mental health issues."

Although this child often runs around crime scenes, his behavior this time was indeed a bit "excessive".

However, Kurokawa, the suspect standing to the side, turned deathly pale in an instant, and large beads of cold sweat dripped down his forehead.

"You...you brat, what nonsense are you spouting!" Kurokawa's voice trembled, his eyes darting around in a panic.

This unusual reaction did not escape the eyes of forensic pathologist Choso.

"Salty? Conan, you're saying Kurokawa's hands are salty?" Choso asked.

"Yeah, yeah!" Conan rubbed his mouth, looking utterly dejected. "It's even saltier than the expired curry that Dr. Agasa stole from me last time!"

"Uncle, did you forget to wash your hands while pickling vegetables?"

Choso narrowed his eyes, his gaze like that of a hawk piercing Kurokawa's slightly trembling hands, his tone suddenly turning cold:
"Mr. Kurokawa, since it's so salty, did you eat a whole jar of pickled vegetables before the incident?"

"I...I..." Kurokawa stammered, his back already soaked with cold sweat, "I ate some with my bread this morning..."

"lie!"

Chosoka suddenly let out a sharp shout, and his entire aura changed instantly.

He pointed to the corpse on the ground and said something startling: "There were tiny white crystals left at the corners of the deceased's mouth. I thought they were traces of dried saliva."

But now it seems... that was salt!

Inspector Megure looked at Chosokabe, his face darkening.

You're a forensic pathologist, can't you even tell the difference between salt and saliva?

You were definitely pretending to be stupid just now!
But now nobody cares about Chosoko's professional level.

Chozong pressed on, deducing, "The murderer didn't dissolve the salt in the water; that would be too obvious."

You took advantage of the time you were adjusting Mr. Tokiwa's collar or giving him water to force-feed him highly concentrated salt blocks or salt tablets, or smear them on his chapped lips!

"Why?" Inspector Megure still didn't understand. "What good would it do him?"

Kurokawa staggered back a step, as if all the strength had been drained from his body.

"Yes... I did it..."

There was an uproar.

Kurokawa collapsed to his knees with a thud, covering his face with his hands, and suppressed sobs escaped through his fingers.

As Changzong watched this scene, a subtle smile appeared on his lips.

The familiar rhythm is back.

Although Detective Mori wasn't present, this kid named Conan seems to be a pretty good "narrator."

It seems that all he needs to do to achieve his "justice" is to ignite a fire at a crucial moment.

The little assistant by Detective Mouri's side has grown to the point where he can work on his own.

"Why did you do this?!" Inspector Megure shouted sternly.

"Mr. Tokiwa may be harsh, but you don't have to be this cruel!"

Kurokawa abruptly raised his head, his face streaked with tears and filled with deep-seated hatred, his eyes bloodshot: "Because he deserved to die! He drove Hanako to her death!"

All eyes were on the man who had broken down.

"Hanako... is my fiancée, and also an exceptionally talented researcher." Kurokawa's voice was hoarse, as if it were bleeding.

"She discovered that Chang Pan had falsified data in the new drug trial. She wanted to expose him, but this bastard threatened her family's lives and forced her to sign a false statement!"
Hanako was a kind person, but she couldn't bear the pangs of her conscience, and from then on, she lived in a daze every day.
Finally, in the lab... he committed suicide by cutting his wrists!

Kurokawa pointed at the corpse on the ground, trembling all over: "I investigated for a long time before I discovered the true face of this hypocrite!"
I'll make him taste what it's like to be worse than dead!

"So you resorted to poisoning him?" Inspector Megure said in a deep voice.

"I didn't poison him... I just..."

Kurokawa clutched his head in anguish, suddenly deciding he didn't want to argue anymore.

"That's right, so I killed him."

I prepared that drink with diuretics for him.

While he was resting, I took the opportunity to stuff salt tablets into his mouth.

High salt intake, diuretics, plus that modified industrial heater I hid in the bushes…

Conan pointed to the black machine disguised as gardening equipment and suddenly realized, "So that's not a leaf blower, it's a 'big oven' that blows hot air!"
Uncle, you're so mean! You roasted Mr. Tokiwa alive until he was practically dried up!

Kurokawa pulled a remote control from his pocket and pressed the button in despair.

"Om-"

The garden blower started up instantly, and a stream of scorching air gushed out, blowing towards the bench area.

Sato Miwako instinctively walked over to block the wind, and within just a few seconds, fine beads of sweat appeared on her pretty face, and the back of her police uniform was quickly soaked.

"This...this isn't a blower, it's practically an industrial-grade heater!" Sato exclaimed.

Inspector Megure looked at the machine, then at Kurokawa, who was kneeling and weeping, and sighed deeply: "Why are you doing this to yourself..."

Kurokawa collapsed to the ground, sobbing uncontrollably: "I just wanted him to experience the pain of being dried out and dying of thirst under the scorching sun..."

That guy has committed countless evil deeds; only by letting him die a painful death can Hanako's soul rest in peace.

“No matter the reason, vigilante justice is a crime.”

Inspector Megure waved his hand, his tone tinged with weariness and regret.

The police officer stepped forward and put cold handcuffs on Kurokawa.

The case is closed.

Inspector Megure looked at Nagamune.

So, this case is indeed related to Zheng Yi, right?

But what's the point?
Zheng Yi would never kill someone without a reason.

The only reason Inspector Megure could think of was this election.

Masakazu wanted Tokiwa to withdraw from the election and recommend his own person to take the position.

And that Thousand Head Junji is also going abroad.

So, the person Zheng Yi wants to promote is Tu Men Kang Hui?
Inspector Megure was taken aback.

Tumen Kanghui is a truly good person, how could he possibly be associating with Zhengyi? You must be mistaken.

But the more Inspector Megure thought about it, the more he felt something was wrong.

Zheng Yi and Tu Men Kang Hui actually have many similarities.

Tumen Kanghui's words were high-sounding, expressing his deep hatred for evil and his disdain for the powerful and wealthy.

Zheng Yi also talks a lot about 'justice' and 'sincerity,' but his actions are incredibly evil.

Inspector Megure was unaware of what Tsuchimon Yasuhiro had done.

Inspector Megure looked worried.

Even if you guessed something, there's nothing you can do to stop it.

so troublesome.

Conan scratched his head, looking troubled. Tokiwa was dead, so what was his connection to the organization?
Conan just felt it was too much trouble.

If Tokiwa were still alive, and if he were a member of the organization, he would definitely have contacted the organization during this election.

The transmitters and listening devices on his body could then eavesdrop on his communications with the organization.

Conan will also learn more about the organization.

But now that Tokiwa is dead, Conan is at a loss.

The next step of the investigation can only be to look at the traces of Tokiwa's previous activities.

If Tokiwa really has connections with the organization, he would definitely be very careful in his past activities.

Conan sighed, "This is too much for me."

……

"Tokiwa is dead?"

Senju Junji, who was waiting at the airport, was very surprised when he received the news.

This method of doing things is very much in line with the style of the Zhengyi sect.

Without much doubt, Qian Tou pinned the blame on Zheng Yi.

I didn't expect Zheng Yi to act so quickly.

It seems he wasn't deceiving himself; sending me abroad was for my own good.

Zheng Yi decided to use his own methods to clear the obstacles for himself.

Both Tsuchimon and Tokiwa must die.

If he were in China, as the beneficiary of their deaths, he would certainly be a prime suspect.

Therefore, going abroad to hide away is indeed a good thing for oneself.

Moreover, Shoichi acted too quickly, managing to kill Tokiwa in such a short time.

During the election campaign, all three of them placed great importance on security.

But no matter how much they value it, they are no match for Zheng Yi.

"Seiichi truly lives up to his name; this is the method of the uncrowned king of Tokyo," Qiantou murmured.

Tokiwa died before he boarded the plane.

Qian Tou believed that, given Zheng Yi's speed, he would definitely hear the news of Tu Men Kang Hui's death as soon as he got off the plane in the United States.

After Zheng Yi helped him eliminate all his competitors, the position of councilor could only fall to him.

But Qiantou was actually a little scared.

This Zheng Yi is too bloodthirsty. I've boarded his pirate ship. Won't I be retaliated against?
Those who dislike Zheng Yi won't be able to afford to offend him, so they'll come looking for trouble.

"Never mind, the Thousand Heads Consortium isn't someone to be trifled with anyway," Thousand Heads muttered to himself.

He's determined to get that seat of parliament!

……

Today is the day Tokiwa was killed.

It was also the day that Tumen Kanghui gave an exclusive interview.

He also chose to give the interview in a park.

Inside Beika Park, Rena Mizunashi held a microphone and conducted an exclusive interview with Yasutaka Tsuchimon.

On the rooftop of a small building, Chianti and Cohen, each holding a sniper rifle, aimed at their designated positions.

Chianti still had a photo of Tumen Kanghui in his mouth.

“Listen up, Cohen. I’m aiming for the head, you aim for the back,” Chianti said.

"I prefer the head."

"up to you."

Chianti had no intention of competing with Cohen.

Gin and Vodka sat in his Porsche, with a screen in front of them playing videos of Tsuchimichi Kanghui.

The footage captured by the TV station's camera appeared directly on the screen.

"Kiel, hurry up and get him to sit down," Gin said into the walkie-talkie.

Gin's voice came through Mizunashi Rena's headphones. She had her eyes closed and seemed to be thinking about something.

After a moment of stunned silence, she opened her eyes, walked up to Tumen Kanghui, and said:
"Mr. Tsuchimon, let's begin the visit."

“Okay, it’s time to start,” said Tsuchimon Yasuhiro.

Gin and Vodka, inside the Porsche, curled their lips into a smile.

Vodka said, "It would be great if it were broadcast live, so everyone could see how this guy died."

Gin's smile faded.

It's just helping Zheng Yi with his work; even if he does it well, there's nothing to be happy about.

Seeing that his older brother had regained his cold and stern expression.

Vodka thought he had said something wrong and angered his older brother, so he quickly shut his mouth and didn't dare to say anything.

On Kang Hui's side in Tumen.

Because the interview was about to begin, the TV station staff started to disperse the crowd, telling them not to get too close, as it would disrupt the interview.

Tsuchimon Yasunari walked up to Mizunashi Rena and said, "I agreed to participate in the interview with you, regarding that matter..."

"Don't worry, this is our deal, and I won't go back on my word." Rena Mizunashi nodded.

"That's good." Tumen Kanghui nodded.

Rena Mizunashi smiled and said, "Let's go sit on the bench over there for the interview."

"it is good."

Tumen Kanghui nodded and they went to the bench together.

Just as he was about to sit down, someone suddenly leaned close to Tumen Kanghui's ear and whispered a few words.

"what?"

Tumen Kanghui looked shocked.

"Has something happened?" Rena Mizunashi asked.

Tsuchimon Yasuhiro nodded: "Tokiwa is dead. He was murdered."

"what?"

Rena Mizunashi was stunned.

Are they going to take action against both Tokiwa and Tsuchimon simultaneously?

Rena Mizunashi also knew the reason why the organization killed Tsuchimon: because the organization wanted to promote its own people to the top, so it had to get rid of this obstacle.

So, is Senzu Junji a member of the organization?
Tsuchimon Constance's bodyguard whispered, "Mr. Tsuchimon, perhaps you should leave first. I heard that the one who made the move this time was Zheng Yi."

You are also in great danger.

The bodyguard looked worried.

Zheng Yi's record was too impressive, and they were not confident that they could protect Tu Men Kang Hui.

Tumen Kanghui shook his head and said, "Since we've already promised the TV station, of course we have to make sure the interview is recorded well."

"But……"

"No more words."

"Fine." The bodyguard sighed and stopped trying to persuade him.

He had just sat down when he touched his head.

"It looks like it's raining," said Tsuchimon Yasuhiro.

"Huh?" Rena Mizunashi was taken aback.

Rain soon began to fall. (End of Chapter)