I'm in Detective Conan, and the system has appointed Batman.

"I was originally planning to go over there directly, but since you're here, I'll wait a bit longer."

Hattori Heiji:?

Is it really that scary?

Chapter 904 Beika Town is Full of Crisis

As everyone knows, Hattori Heiji has always been a person who doesn't believe in superstitions.

Even though he had believed in superstitions many times before, he still didn't believe in them this time.

How could Beika Town be so dangerous? Are all the shops there shady?

How could I possibly believe something like that?

Hattori Heiji stuffed the sharpened katana back into his backpack, then made a declaration without hesitation, speaking with utmost seriousness.

"Come on, let's go inside."

"Kudo, I'd like to see if it's as bizarre as you say."

Conan: ?

You said it yourself.

He shook his head helplessly, casually knocked the skateboard next to him to the ground, and then rode the skateboard directly towards the bar he had mentioned, with Hattori Heiji running after him.

As soon as they entered the bar, they were surprised by what they saw inside.

Because they discovered a very dangerous person inside the bar.

To be precise, it's not extremely dangerous, but it can pose a danger to those around you.

Kogoro Mouri sat at the table next to him, looking completely drunk.

Now, slumped over the table, he looked like he was out of his mind, while the other guests were secretly sizing up Kogoro Mouri, giving Heiji Hattori a very dangerous feeling.

He didn't know the exact principle behind how a baseball bat could transport someone to another world.

But he still knew, for the time being, if what Conan told him was true.

Then there shouldn't be so many customers in the bar.

Could these guests be thugs preparing for kidnapping and extortion, deliberately disguising themselves as guests to avoid being discovered?

They waited until Kogoro Mori finished his drink, asked about the price, and realized he couldn't afford it, then they swarmed him and took him down.

Hattori Heiji frowned slightly and said in a low voice.

"This situation looks very bad."

Conan, who was hiding to the side, nodded seriously.

"It's really terrible."

"If Uncle Mori is drinking here, then Ran will probably come over later. At that time, these people will be in danger. I hope they won't be ripped off by the hospital and won't even have any money left for retirement."

Hattori Heiji:?

What do you mean by that?

What do you mean these people are dangerous? Shouldn't it be Kogoro Mouri who's in danger? Does Kogoro Mouri, in this state of drunkenness, have any chance of fighting back?

Even if Ran Mouri manages to find this place, it doesn't necessarily mean she can escape from these people.

He adjusted his hat and sighed.

It seems I'll have to take action myself later.

Although the sword in my hand is a real samurai sword, it's not very practical, but it's still a sword.

If I use the back of the knife to cut someone later, I should hold back a little and there shouldn't be any major problems.

His gaze swept across every corner of the bar, finally settling on a person who looked very strange.

Hattori Heiji:?

How can someone be so dark-skinned?

He considered himself to be the epitome of black skin, but this man had taken blackness to a whole new level; he was completely black from head to toe, even his clothes were so black they were invisible.

It's almost like an image of an unproven murderer in some case.

In Detective Samonji, before revealing the identities of the real murderers, such images were used as substitutes, but they clearly had special effects.

This is the real world, how could you possibly composite a person's special effects into a little black person in real time?

"You saw it?"

Conan gripped the nearby table with his little hands and looked up in the direction Hattori Heiji was looking.

"He looks like a murderer, doesn't he?"

"Otherwise, I wouldn't have followed him all day. It's a pity we followed him from morning till night and never saw him commit a murder... But look, isn't that a knife in the bag next to him?"

"If I don't get discharged, I'll probably start killing people today. My black-clad radar is never wrong."

How can you say such things with such confidence?

Hattori Heiji's face darkened.

However, before he could say anything, he saw Kogoro Mouri drunkenly stand up, wave to the heavily made-up proprietress, and then say something reeking of alcohol.

"Madam, check please, I'm heading home."

Upon hearing this, the proprietress immediately came to Kogoro Mouri's side.

She glanced at the wine bottles on the table.

The thought of multiplying one's social standing by ten, and knowing how to conduct oneself well, prompted her to immediately multiply the original bill by a hundredfold. She then grabbed a piece of paper, wrote down the numbers, slammed it on the table, and arrogantly declared.

"Take a look, this is roughly the number. Pay up."

Upon hearing this, Kogoro Mouri picked up the bill and glanced at it.

Then, drunkenly, he turned to look at the proprietress and said nonchalantly.

"How could a few bottles of wine be so expensive? Okay, stop arguing, hurry up..."

The proprietress's face immediately darkened.

The numerous thugs disguised as guests stood up, grabbed their weapons, and surrounded Kogoro Mori.

Seeing that the situation was extremely dangerous, as if someone would die at any moment.

Hattori Heiji couldn't contain himself and immediately reached into his backpack to grab the katana hidden inside, preparing to draw it out and rush to save the person. However, he found that Conan was still hiding in the same spot as if nothing had happened.

Although puzzled as to why Conan wasn't moving.

But he was still about to go and help when he saw a familiar figure appear at the entrance of the bar.

Ran Mouri.

Just as Conan had said, Ran Mouri indeed found Kogoro Mouri drinking at the bar and found her way here. She completely ignored the thugs, came to Kogoro Mouri's side, looked at the drunken Kogoro Mouri, and sighed.

"Really, Dad, how come you've drunk so much again?"

"It's already this late, let's go home. If this keeps up, I'm going to lose my temper."

Before Kogoro Mouri could say anything...

The proprietress had already reached out and grabbed Ran Mouri's wrist, saying with a cold smile.

“Your father owes a lot of money on drinks here, so he can’t just leave.”

"But little girl, you are quite cute. If you'd like to stay here, that's not out of the question..."

Before Ran Mouri could react...

Hattori Heiji had already drawn his katana, twirling the back of the blade, and was about to charge at the thugs.

The next instant, a strong wind suddenly erupted centered on Ran Mouri.

He stared in shock at the thugs, who were instantly blown away in all directions by a strong gust of wind, leaving the entire bar in ruins. Then he saw Ran Mouri casually catch the bullet fired by the proprietress from her pistol, twist it into a lump of scrap metal, and toss it carelessly on the ground.

Hattori Heiji:?

At that moment, he remembered what Conan had said when they first met.

"Mihana Town is fraught with danger."

I tested it, and sure enough, it was fraught with danger.

But it's hard to say whether the crisis is caused by civilians or criminals...

Chapter 905 Chen En in Different Timelines

Watching the bullet balls rolling around on the ground.

The proprietress looked down at her pistol in disbelief, then at the bullet ball, before finally focusing her gaze on the horn on Ran Mouri's head, and was immediately horrified.

As everyone knows, the more horns a person has on their head, the stronger they are in combat.

The one with the most horns on his head is the unidentified high school student with a sword who appeared in Kyoto Prefecture earlier.

Their combat power was so high that they could easily turn the entire Kyoto Prefecture into a sea of ​​fire.

Although the high school girl in front of us is very cute, if you include the horns on her head, her fighting power is simply immeasurable. She actually challenged someone like that in Beika Town!

The proprietress was so frightened that she collapsed to the ground.

Then Ran Mouri turned her head and looked at the little black man on the table next to her, who had just pulled out a knife wrapped in a paper bag.

Then, with a smile on her face, she reached out and grabbed the tip of the knife, gently curling it.

The tough knife was rolled up as easily as a wad of paper, stopping only at the hilt. The little black man was terrified and didn't dare to move.