I'm in Detective Conan, but it's a chaotic battlefield.

Heiji Hattori and Kazuha Toyama seized the opportunity and slipped out of the carriage.

Then we discovered that this was a cold storage warehouse.

The thugs, led by Yoshikado Okato, were packing colorful ice cream into a cooler not far from the truck.

Hattori Heiji was stunned, wondering what was going on.

If he weren't absolutely certain that this bearded man using the alias Kato Yoshi was the suspect who had fled during the last Osaka airship attack.

Some might even think these people are illegal vendors trying to sell counterfeit or substandard products at the fireworks festival.

But once you get involved with those people, those seemingly ordinary colorful ice creams begin to exude a dangerous aura.

After confirming that there were only three people near the cold storage.

Heiji Hattori and Kazuha Toyama subdued the thugs at the scene without much effort.

The three people were tied up with ropes and leaned against the corner of the wall.

Heiji Hattori opened the lid of one of the boxes and took out an ice cream: "What's in this?"

The thugs remained silent.

Kazuha Toyama picked up an empty insulated box, twisted his wrist, and casually performed the stunt of breaking the box with his bare hands.

She learned this trick from Xiaolan, and it's very useful when dealing with uncooperative thugs. However, Xiaolan is much more skilled than her; she easily cracked the telephone pole during her demonstration. It's a mystery how Chen Nuojun manages to endure it.

Even at times like this.

Toyama Kazuha's mind was filled with thoughts of romance.

The other two unfamiliar men kept shaking their heads, crying and saying they knew nothing and just wanted to make a little money.

Kato Yoshi remained expressionless, staring intently at the green amulet bag hanging above the truck's cab.

Heiji Hattori keenly noticed this.

Then he noticed that when his gaze fell on the amulet bag, Kato Yoshi was clearly not so calm anymore.

“Since you’re unwilling to talk about it, I’ll check what contraband is in the car first,” Hattori Heiji said, walking towards the driver’s seat.

"Please wait a moment." Kato Yoshi called out to Hattori Heiji, then sighed, "It seems Shinnosuke-sama was right, I really wasn't devout enough."

Hattori Heiji stared intently at the other person's face, trying to figure out if it was a delaying tactic or a genuine expression of emotion: "What exactly is there?"

“It’s a picture of my daughter,” Kato Yoshi said.

"Your daughter? Living in this country?" Hattori Heiji was full of surprise. Kato Yoshi's face was already on the wanted list. Logically speaking, if he had a family in this country, the Metropolitan Police Department should have worn out his doorstep by now.

Kato Yoshi: "It's my bloodline from when I was young. I didn't have this name back then. My current identity was changed later when I joined a gang overseas, so no one should know Chikako's identity."

"You've never contacted your daughter?" Hattori Heiji continued to probe.

Kato Yoshimi smiled wryly: "No, I just stole a photo from her high school report card. She was a very good student, and I heard she had a good chance of getting into Keio University..."

The more Kato Yoshimi spoke, the more somber his expression became.

Then he suddenly raised his head, a resolute look on his face: "If you are willing to burn Chikako's photos, I will tell you what I know."

"Why should I believe you?" Hattori Heiji retorted.

Kato Yoshi smiled wryly: "You can take a look at Omori's photo first. I remember you were that detective from Osaka, right? I've seen you in the newspaper. I think you're a good person and wouldn't let innocent Chikako's future be affected by a scoundrel like me."

Hattori Heiji frowned deeply.

Although I don't think this reason is particularly credible.

But if we just take this guy back to the Metropolitan Police Department, it will probably be difficult to get any results from the interrogation in a short time.

Adding to the previous incident of a convenience store clerk breaking into the police station to steal data, it's hard to guarantee that there aren't any moles within the Metropolitan Police Department. If they were to commit another suicide to silence him, it would only make things more complicated.

Perhaps we should first hear how credible his version of the truth is before making any decisions.

Hattori Heiji gestured to Toyama Kazuha with his eyes, signaling her to keep an eye on these people.

Then he took out his gloves, opened the car door, and carefully checked the amulet hanging on the rearview mirror to see if it was connected to any mechanism.

Kazuha Toyama stared wide-eyed at the three people in front of him, not missing a single detail.

Kato Yoshi: "You're probably around the same age as my daughter. Which university are you planning to apply to?"

Kazuha Toyama did not answer. Because of her family background, she had heard more than once since childhood about cases where people lost their lives due to negligence in such situations.

Therefore, they did not lower their guard at all just because the other party showed a weak attitude.

Kato Yoshi said with a regretful look, "What a pity, I hope I won't find a detective as my boyfriend in my next life."

Kazuha Toyama sensed something was off about what the other person was saying, and then noticed that Yoshito Kato's previously lifeless eyes had suddenly become fanatical.

Kazuha Toyama suddenly turned around and shouted, "Heiji, watch out!!"

Then they discovered that Hattori Heiji had already gotten out of the driver's seat, holding an amulet in his hand, and they did not find the scene of being killed by the villains' trap that they had expected.

Just then, a muffled groan came from behind.

Kazuha Toyama quickly turned around and found that Yoshikazu Kato, with some unknown strength, took advantage of the moment she turned around and, with his hands and feet bound, used his head to smash into the load-bearing pillar in the cold storage.

The cement on the surface of the load-bearing column can be easily crushed.

The red button inside is exposed.

Then, it sounded as if hundreds of alarm clocks were ringing simultaneously from all sides of the cold storage, with a continuous beeping sound.

Kazuha Toyama instinctively lunged at Yoshikazu Kato, trying to subdue him, but was grabbed by a dark and powerful hand.

Hattori Heiji led her frantically toward the warehouse door.

Kato Yoshi, lying on the ground behind him, let out a chilling laugh: "It's no use. Even if you escape, it's too late. God has decreed it..."

Boom boom boom!

Kato Yoshi's next words were drowned out by the sound of explosions and the sea of ​​fire.

Perhaps Heiji Hattori has half of Conan's physique; just a second before the warehouse exploded, he grabbed his childhood friend and escaped from the cold storage.

But the two were also covered in dust and dirt from the aftershocks.

He lay unconscious on the grass for about ten minutes before regaining consciousness.

When Hattori Heiji woke up, the cold storage was almost completely burned down, and there was no evidence or clue left.

Because of its remote location, the sound of police sirens could only be faintly heard now.

"Damn it!! I was tricked by that guy!" Hattori Heiji knelt on the ground and pounded the ground hard.

However, he is, after all, the strongest detective among the younger generation in Osaka, and he knows that now is not the time for regret.

It's possible that the enemy changed their battle plan while he was unconscious, and this message must be sent out as soon as possible.

Heiji Hattori took out his phone and dialed his father's number directly.

Waiting for the connection to be established.

Hattori Heiji slowly opened his left hand, revealing a crumpled one-inch photo on his palm, which was blackened by gunpowder.

The girl in the photo is wearing the uniform of Kyoto High School, and her youthful face is radiant with a bright smile.

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The largest conference room in the Izu Metropolitan Police Department building.

Hattori Heizo had just seen off the officials in charge of the area near the Izu Peninsula.

The meeting naturally ended in a very unsatisfactory manner.

This fireworks display, which had been promoted for a long time, attracted a large number of tourists because an elderly lady sponsored a castle as a prize. The number of visitors was astonishing. If it were to be stopped, a lot of the initial investment would be wasted, and it would also negatively affect people's impression of the tourism industry in the Izu Islands.

In short, the arrogant young official, relying on his connections in Congress, left with the words, "No matter what method you use, you must ensure the fireworks display continues," and then walked away.

For these officials, their own political achievements are the most important thing.

If something really goes wrong, a simple bow and a few unlucky guys with no connections to apologize can settle things. This has happened more than once or twice in the history of this country.

The officers from the Metropolitan Police Department remained silent in the conference room.

Everyone was thinking about how to prevent those vicious thugs from escalating the situation under the limited conditions; of course, it would be best if they could be caught.

Just when everyone was at a loss, Hattori Heiji called.

Hattori Heizo answered the phone and exclaimed in surprise, "What?! You said you found the whereabouts of those people?"

Hattori Heizo immediately switched his phone to speakerphone. Almost everyone sitting here was either a high-ranking official in the Metropolitan Police Department or one of his trusted subordinates. If anyone here were to leak information, then the Metropolitan Police Department might as well just disband.

The high-ranking officers of the Metropolitan Police Department, who were sitting around the long table in the conference room, all gathered around.

Heiji Hattori briefly explained the situation over the phone.

Everyone's eyes gleamed with excitement, like dogs that hadn't eaten for days seeing a bone.

After all, for the past two weeks, the entire Metropolitan Police Department had been treated like dogs by the other side. This feeling of having no way to use their strength left everyone feeling resentful.

Although they don't have much time left, as long as they have a goal, they can unleash the anger they've been building up for half a month.

Let those who've gotten their hands on this know that the Metropolitan Police Department isn't someone to be trifled with.

Hattori Heizo immediately ordered, "Thoroughly inspect all sweets, snacks, cigarettes, and drinks sold at and around the fireworks festival site. We don't know how those guys brought in dangerous goods, and we don't have time to investigate the reason. We can only use the crude method of inspecting all suspicious items."

“But this would be too much work,” Ginjiro Toyama couldn’t help but say.

Hattori Heizo pondered for a moment: "I'll go and discuss it with my superiors, and have them arrange for manpower to conduct inspections as well. In short, we must ensure that all food sold to customers is safe. In addition, prepare five special operations teams and distribute them throughout Izu City to prevent the enemy from launching a feint attack."

Just then, someone knocked on the door.

After Hattori Heizo responded, a uniformed police officer walked in: "Sir, someone at the fireworks festival went berserk and vandalized the stalls. They are suspected of having taken hallucinogens."

Hattori Heizo's expression turned cold: "Just as Heiji guessed, there was more than one channel, which is why the other party said there wasn't enough time before he died."

"What do we do now?" the person next to him asked.

"Take immediate action! Everyone get moving, even those on leave!" Hattori Heizo said coldly. "It's time to uphold the Metropolitan Police Department's honor. Tell those bastards that if they don't want to be transferred to patrol the suburbs, they'd better get their act together!"

Hattori Heizo finished issuing the order.

Everyone rushed out of the conference room, contacting their subordinates as they went to their posts.

Without even any pre-battle mobilization, everyone's fighting spirit was extremely strong, and they were eager to settle the score for the humiliation of the past two weeks.

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