Solving cases with Detective Conan's science? No, I'm a cultivator!

Akemi Miyano asked, "Taki-kun, are we going to deal with 'that person' next?"

Kitagawa Taki nodded.

Akemi Miyano lowered her head: "I'm sorry, Taki-kun, we can't be of any help."

Kitagawa Taki looked at her with a smile: "Akami, are you really going to help?"

Akemi Miyano looked up and asked earnestly, "What can I do?"

"How about having a baby for me after this is all over?"

Kitagawa Taki felt something was off as soon as he finished speaking; he probably, it seemed, he had planted a flag.

Akemi Miyano blushed, lowered her head, and softly hummed in agreement.

Suddenly, a question popped into Ai Haibara's mind: should her sister's future child call her aunt or stepmother?

She looked up and met Kitagawa Taki's gaze, so she quickly looked away.

Why are you looking at her? She doesn't want to have children!

……

Osaka.

Inside a private room of a restaurant.

Ikenami Shizuka glanced at Kitagawa Taki across from her, her expression indifferent: "What do you want with me this time?"

She had no intention of giving this man a friendly look. Based on his last words, she would have turned against him long ago if he hadn't helped her so much.

“It’s about Hattori Heizo, so perhaps I shouldn’t call him that.” Kitagawa Taki picked up his tea and took a sip, observing Ikenami Shizuka’s reaction.

Ikeba Shizuka's expression changed, and she questioned, "What do you mean?"

"Literally, he is very likely not the real Hattori Heizo," Kitagawa Taki said, revealing the information he had learned from Rum.

Ikeba Shizuka found it absurd and laughed angrily: "Are you saying that a mysterious organization replaced Heizo, and I, his wife, have been kept in the dark for more than ten years?"

Kitagawa Taki didn't care, so it's normal that Ikenami Shizuka didn't believe it at first.

The fact that she didn't storm off shows that she was willing to listen.

"Excuse me, how long has it been since you two had marital relations?"

Ikenami Shizuka's expression froze, and she was about to reprimand the rude Kitagawa Taki, but Kitagawa Taki's expression was serious, and there was no hint of teasing in his eyes.

The next moment, her face turned pale, and her open lips trembled slightly.

Ikeba Shizuka placed her hands on her knees, the fan in her hands making a slight "creaking" sound as she squeezed it.

“Eighteen years ago,” she began, her voice lower than usual but steady, “shortly after Heiji was born, he was seriously injured in a chase.”

Ikeba Shizuka's gaze fell on the table, but it was as if she were looking into the distance.

"The doctor called me into the corridor and talked for a long time, telling me in a very veiled way that he could no longer have sex."

Ikeba Shizuka spoke very calmly.

“After I was discharged from the hospital, he was very cold to me, and wouldn’t let me get close or touch him. I thought he was hurt because his pride was hurt.”

She raised her head and looked at Kitagawa Taki, her eyes devoid of tears.

“For the past eighteen years, I have been telling myself that he is in more pain than I am.”

"So that wasn't an injury after all."

Ikeba Shizuka closed her eyes, and after a while, she spoke again: "Kuga Shingo, the Chief of the Special Branch of the National Police Agency, was recently exposed for his wife's nighttime visit to a host club and his son's abuse of power to commit crimes. He resigned yesterday and jumped off a high-rise building."

Kitagawa Taki's expression shifted slightly. "The person behind that guy from last time?"

Ikeba Shizuka's gaze was terrifyingly cold: "The real Heizo would not do such a thing."

Hattori Heizo's tactic of using someone's own methods against them was indeed ruthless, and it wouldn't arouse suspicion from others.

After all, in the eyes of outsiders, his position as vice minister was already a sure thing, and there was no need for him to compete for it.

Ikenami Shizuka stood up. "I will make the final confirmation."

Kitagawa Taki raised an eyebrow: "DNA testing?"

Shizuka Ikenami tacitly agreed, and then she bowed deeply to Taki Kitagawa: "Please don't tell Heiji about this."

Kitagawa Taki responded.

No one can accept recognizing a thief as their father for eighteen years.

"Thank you!"

Ikeba Shizuka left, her figure standing very straight, like a taut bowstring.

Kitagawa Taki withdrew his gaze; he believed this woman wouldn't do anything foolish.

Most women would have collapsed by the time they realized the truth.

……

Hattori House.

Having received the expedited assessment report, Ikeba Shizuka changed into a white martial arts uniform and entered her home dojo.

She picked up her wooden sword, walked to the wooden stake, and chopped it down.

The sound of air being sliced ​​apart was sharp and short.

Another cut.

Each cut landed precisely in the same spot until a deep dent appeared in the wooden stake.

Sweat dripped down his cheeks.

Ikeba Shizuka knelt in the center of the dojo, like a silent stone statue.

Until it was completely dark, the dojo was plunged into complete darkness.

After an unknown amount of time, Kitagawa Taki's voice broke the silence of the dojo.

"Madam Jinghua".

Shizuka Ikenami opened her eyes, slowly got up, glanced at Vermouth next to Kitagawa Taki, and did not ask about her identity.

"Heiji went to the Detective Koshien tournament; that guy will be back at nine."

Kitagawa Taki nodded and led Vermouth into the dark courtyard outside the dojo.

It's almost nine o'clock.

A breeze blew in from outside the corridor, and Chi Bo Jinghua stood facing the doorway, holding a wooden sword in her hand.

Footsteps came from outside; it was the sound of leather shoes hitting the wooden floor.

Hattori Heizo appeared in the doorway, his face half-lit and half-shadowed, making his expression impossible to discern.

“You were waiting for me,” Hattori Heizo said calmly.

Ikenami Shizuka did not answer, but threw a wooden sword to Hattori Heizo, slowly raising the sword in her hand with the tip pointing at him.

Hattori Heizo paused for a moment, then took off his shoes, stepped through the door, and closed the sliding door behind him with a dull thud.

He walked to the opposite corner of Ikeba Shizuka and stood there, turning slightly to the side.

Ikeba Shizuka made the first move.

She took a very quick step, her bare feet making a slight rustling sound on the floor.

The wooden sword slashed diagonally downwards, aiming for Hattori Heizo's shoulder.

This strike was not a test; all eighteen years of hatred were contained on the blade.

Hattori Heizo raised his sword to parry, and the two wooden swords clashed, producing a crisp sound.

"Your sword has become faster."

Ikenami Shizuka ignored him and swung her sword again.

This time, there was no set pattern; her white taekwondo uniform swayed under the cold light, and her sword strikes rose and fell erratically.

Hattori Heizo kept retreating, only occasionally raising his hand to deflect the blade with his wooden sword.

"You killed him!" Ikeba Shizuka slashed down with her sword.

Hattori Heizo suddenly opened his narrowed eyes, exuding a dangerous aura.

"You'll live in his house with his face on your back!" The knife swept across.

Hattori Heizo swung his sword to block the attack, the recoil causing Ikenami Shizuka's hand to go slightly numb.

"You made my son call you father for eighteen years!"

Ikenami Shizuka seemed oblivious, and then stabbed Hattori Heizo in the throat.

Hattori Heizo slashed diagonally with great force, knocking Ikenami Shizuka's sword out of her hand.

"Where is he now?" Ignoring the pain in her hand, Ikeba Shizuka asked, "Where did you leave his remains?"

Hattori Heizo spoke, his voice devoid of any emotion: "Your husband has been disposed of. There is no tombstone, no ashes. As for where he was disposed of, no one knows."

Chibo Jinghua was startled and punched him in the face with her right fist.

Hattori Heizo dodged to the side, grabbed her hand with his left hand, and twisted his wrist at the same time.

She gave a low shout, and using her captured arm as a pivot, flipped herself upwards, slamming her knee hard into his chest.

Hattori Heizo had no choice but to let go and retreat.

As soon as Chibo Jinghua landed, she rushed to the sword rack, pulled out a wooden sword, and turned to slash at him.

The strike was swift and ruthless, leaving Hattori Heizo no time to dodge. He could only parry with his sword, and his body had to take a step back to absorb the force.

Without stopping, Ikeba Shizuka followed up with a second slash.

Hattori Heizo suddenly stepped forward, dodged the knife by sidestepping, and then raised his elbow to strike her chest.

She hurriedly raised her left arm to block, but was knocked back by the enormous force, sliding several steps away before finally falling onto the wooden floor.

Ikeba Shizuka's entire arm was numb. She forced herself to sit up and leaned against the wall.

Hattori Heizo stood in front of her, a wooden sword pressed against her neck.