The cross-dressing master in the world of Detective Conan

It's so good that he's never been stuck in traffic, which is truly remarkable in a metropolis like Tokyo where traffic jams can last for an hour.

"Drip drip!"

Bored to the extreme, Kaoru Kazama answered the phone after only a second, only to find it was Officer Otaki calling.

"You found Numabuchi Kiichiro's car, which is wanted by the authorities, on Mount Minomoto? Okay, I'll be right there."

"System, do you have any experience with racing? Consider it my reward for this mission. Quickly transfer it to my brain, okay? This is a matter of life and death."

"Transmission complete, please check, host."

Kazama Kaoru didn't even have time to wonder why the system was so obedient this time; a wealth of experience about racing was instantly transmitted into his mind.

If he hadn't activated his Sharingan in time, bringing a large amount of Yin-attribute chakra and enhancing his mental strength, he might have become an idiot on the spot.

"Sharingan racing? I've never experienced anything this exciting before."

Kazama Kaoru licked her lips, looking somewhat impatient.

Just as the traffic began to move slowly, he freed his left hand, brought up the navigation on his phone, noted the location of Jimian Mountain, then sharply turned the steering wheel and simultaneously pressed the clutch with his right foot. Surprisingly, he passed through the congested traffic at an astonishingly high speed without hitting a single car.

The car owners were left standing there, looking at each other in bewilderment. It seemed as if a blur had just flashed past them... it must have been, probably, maybe it was a car.

The cheat code finally unleashed its full power. Kazama Kaoru now had countless veteran drivers from Mount Akina in his mind, and even a Formula One car body possessed by Schumacher himself. This level of obstacle course was simply a piece of cake.

He quickly weaved through the traffic and drove onto the highway leading to Jimian Mountain, where there were far fewer cars.

After all, this is almost outside of Osaka, and most people wouldn't come to a place like this after get off work.

Driving at breakneck speed on an empty highway really gives you an adrenaline rush. Maybe it's the adventurous spirit that's in your bones, or maybe it's a side effect of being a racing god. If this police car had a sunroof that couldn't be opened, Kaoru Kazama might have actually opened it to experience the feeling of speeding along.

At such a high speed, we arrived at Jimian Mountain in less than ten minutes.

By this time, the Osaka Prefectural Police officers had almost completely cordoned off the area.

Meanwhile, colleagues from the laboratory were carrying lunchboxes they had dug out of the bushes, ready to send them for testing.

Kazama Kaoru took out his police ID to prove his identity and strode inside. At this time, Officer Otaki and his team had already discovered Numabuchi Kiichiro hiding in the partition of the wooden house.

"Is he the killer in this serial murder case?"

Seeing the unshaven, emaciated man, Numabuchi Kiichiro, with his dazed and confused eyes, Kazama Kaoru couldn't believe that this was the long-time fugitive murderer with a gun.

"It's not clear yet, but when we found him, he was handcuffed and trapped in a mezzanine on the second floor. It was full of leftover lunch boxes, which seemed to indicate that someone had been bringing him food. However, the earliest lunch boxes were from three days ago, so he had been starving for almost three days."

Inspector Otaki tells Kaoru Kazama about his findings at the scene, and it seems that Kiichiro Numabuchi could not possibly be the murderer.

"You mean, Numabuchi Kiichiro was handcuffed?"

Kaoru Kazama emphasized the word "handcuffs," which made Officer Otaki's expression turn serious.

“That’s right, so I suspect this was very likely done by someone within our police force. But this matter is of great importance, so I haven’t reported it to Chief Toyama or Chief Hattori yet.”

“I understand that we must be cautious, otherwise it could discourage our colleagues in the police force.”

While such internal strife does occur within the police system, it is rare and usually quite difficult to resolve.

Since it is a police officer who committed the crime, it means that the criminal has a strong sense of counter-surveillance and is very familiar with the police's procedures and habits, which makes it very difficult for the police to carry out their work, and they are also very likely to be led astray.

However, based on this speculation, Kazama Kaoru quickly found someone to suspect.

This person was Officer Sakata, who had spent the whole day with them. Although his alibi seemed very convincing at first glance, in reality, he would disappear for a period of time before each incident.

Chapter 165 A Textbook Example of a Hero Rescuing a Beauty

For example, when they were at the ramen shop, Sakata took them to a ramen shop he was familiar with, but insisted on not going in to eat with them, and instead waited outside.

The reason given was that he had been instructed by Hattori, the head of the department, to give Detective Mori a proper welcome.

However, it is true that no one knew what Detective Sakata was doing while everyone was eating noodles.

There was also a very obvious suspicious point during the trip to the Xidu Apartment: the culprit not only knew Ms. Okazaki Sumie's whereabouts very well, but also very likely knew their movements.

However, he kept his suspicions about Officer Sakata to himself and didn't voice them.

Just like with their own children, parents can doubt and show contempt, but if outsiders do the same, it's like slapping them in the face.

He's a policeman from Tokyo, and he came up to me and said he suspected that the serial murders were committed by people from the Osaka Prefectural Police.

Even if Officer Ōtaki has a good temper, he would probably take it as Kaoru Kazama's provocation.

"Plop"

Kazama Kaoru's thoughts were interrupted by a voice. When he looked up, he saw that Numabuchi Kiichiro, who was being escorted, had fallen to the ground.

Moreover, it happened to fall right into the stinking excrement he had left behind. That must have felt terrible, but Numabuchi Kiichiro had a strange smile on his face.

"Oh no, get out of the way!"

Kaoru Kazama's Sharingan trial card was still valid, so he saw the dagger that Kiichiro Numabuchi took out of the trash heap before the others.

Wait, how come this guy is so fast? Hasn't he been without food for three days?

This shouldn't be fake, after all, this guy has sunken eyes, a stubble beard, looks haggard, and is skin and bones, which is obvious at a glance and impossible to fake.

However, after getting the dagger, this guy displayed superhuman explosive power. He first swung the dagger left and right to avoid the police who were trying to approach, then squatted down slightly, his calf muscles bulging, and rushed forward at a terrifying speed.

Moreover, upon closer inspection, one can see that his running gait is quite strange, like a slippery catfish, slipping through the gaps between several police officers who were trying to surround him.

Meanwhile, Kaoru Kazama and Inspector Otaki were at the deepest part of the cabin, not to mention there were five or six policemen blocking their way.

"Get out of the way, all of you, get out of the way!"

Numabuchi Kiichiro's eyes were fierce, like a wounded lone wolf, as he ran quickly toward the door.

At that moment, Ran and Conan were standing at the door, undoubtedly blocking Numabuchi Kiichiro's escape route.

The vicious Numabuchi Kiichiro actually pointed the tip of his dagger directly at Ran, who was telling Conan not to run around.

Strangely, Ran, who is usually very alert, did not notice anything at all. She turned a deaf ear to Officer Otaki's angry shouts and Numabuchi Kiichiro's desperate threats. It was truly unbelievable.

"Xiao Lan, get out of the way!"

All of this happened in a very short time, leaving no time for anyone to react. It's safe to say that no one could have imagined that Numabuchi Kiichiro, who hadn't eaten for several days, would have such terrifying explosive power.

Seeing that she couldn't dodge in time, Xiaolan finally realized the danger approaching. Her eyes widened in terror as she stared blankly at the dagger coming toward her.

Conan, that kid, didn't forget to play the hero and save the damsel in distress. In this critical moment, he suddenly unleashed extraordinary strength and pulled Ran behind him, using his small body to shield her.

"Damn it, catch up with me!"

In a dark corner, a bright light suddenly flashed, and everyone who was helpless and could only watch the tragedy unfold thought they were hallucinating.

When their eyes refocused, they saw that the dagger was being held tightly by a pair of white hands, and crimson blood was gushing out from the blade.

The owner of those hands was panting heavily, looking like he had been thrown away, while the culprit, Numabuchi Kiichiro, had already flown more than three meters away.

"Phew, phew, Conan, are you alright?"

In that critical moment, Kaoru Kazama didn't have time to think much and directly stimulated himself with an electric current that exceeded the safe range, giving him a speed far beyond what was normal for that instant.

Fortunately, he possessed the ability to use electric shocks. If it were an ordinary person, let alone increase their speed, they would probably be unable to move the moment they were stimulated by the electric current.

"Uh, uh"

Conan clutched his stomach in pain, remaining silent.

Although Kazama Kaoru managed to grab the dagger at the last moment and kicked Numabuchi Kiichiro away to dissipate momentum as much as possible, he couldn't prevent his teammates from charging forward.

To protect Ran, Conan bravely stepped forward and used his body to block the dagger, giving his life to exemplify a textbook example of heroism. This guy deserves full marks.

However, due to inertia, even though Kazama Kaoru had already gripped the dagger and was certain that it had stopped moving forward at that moment, Conan, that brat, just kept running into him and he couldn't stop him.

"Conan, how are you? Are you alright?"

"Conan, you have to hang in there, Conan, Conan!"

Ran finally realized what was happening and quickly scooped up Conan, who was lying on the ground, into her arms.

Kazama Kaoru's expression was rather subtle. If he wasn't mistaken, he seemed to hear a metallic "clang" when the tip of the dagger struck Conan's stomach.

What the heck is this? Could it be that Conan is Iron Man hiding right next to me?

"Sister Xiaolan, I'm fine. Sister Xiaoxun just blocked the dagger, and it doesn't seem like it went in."

Because of Kaoru Kazama's interference, Conan, who was rendered speechless by Kiichiro Numabuchi's powerful dagger in the original story, regained his mobility much faster than in the original story.

"How is that possible? I clearly had the dagger just now..."

Ran lifted Conan's shirt, revealing a peculiarly shaped bruise and a talisman with the word "amulet" written on it.

"It seems that the amulet that Heiji gave me blocked the dagger, which is why I wasn't hurt."

"Sister Xiaoxun, is your hand alright?"

He had seen that scene clearly: Kaoru Kazama rushed over like lightning, gripping the knife tightly with her bare hands. If he hadn't been propelled forward by inertia, he might not even have gotten this bruise.

He hadn't expected Kazama Kaoru to be able to do this; he had thought this nasty guy just liked to make fun of him.

"Don't misunderstand, I'm just trying to protect the children. After all, there are so many police officers here. It would be so embarrassing for a little kid like you to get hurt."

Kaoru Kazama didn't really care about this matter. What he was really thinking was that if something happened to Conan, who knows how badly the world would collapse.

Even if it weren't for Conan's safety, he couldn't just sit idly by for his own life.

"Sister Xiaoxun, let me see your wound."

Ran saw that Kaoru Kazama kept hiding her right hand behind her back, so she walked over without saying a word, grabbed her hand, and gently pulled it out. As soon as she saw it, tears welled up in her eyes.

It turned out that because of the excessive force he had just used, the blade had deeply cut Kazama Kaoru's palm. The white bones of his four fingers were even visible at the joints, and bright red blood covered his entire palm, flowing down continuously.

"It's alright, this little injury is nothing."

Although the wound looked terrible, it was actually not serious, and he didn't feel much pain.

I'm still recovering from the aftereffects of the electrical stimulation; my sensory stimulation is so low that it has inadvertently anesthetized the wound.

Chapter 166 The Metropolitan Police Department's Long-Hidden Secret

Fortunately, Officer Otaki always keeps a first-aid kit in his car; otherwise, the continuous bleeding would have been quite troublesome.

After all, Kaoru Kazama doesn't have Wolverine's abilities yet; he can't heal himself, and he'll die if he bleeds too much.

"Sister Xiao Xun, I'm sorry, it was all my fault just now, otherwise you and Conan wouldn't have ended up like this."