Conan: I can see keywords

“I’m still in Tokyo.”

"Did you see the news yesterday?" Conan lowered his voice, "The one about the 1 billion yen robbery."

What does it mean?

"Look, do you have any clues about those robbers?"

William said Conan has set his sights on the money in his hands...

Lingchuan lowered his eyes and thought, did Conan suspect him?

No, there's no reason to doubt him, so... ask him for help?

"Yes, but it's not the clue to the robbers, but the clue to the 1 billion yuan."

"I suspect those robbers were robbed by their fellow robbers."

Lingchuan walked gently to the door and opened it. He looked forward from 807 and his eyes fell on 802.

"A black man eating a black man?"

"Yes, I'll tell you the details when we meet later. You'd better come to the Mihua General Hospital now."

Where again?

Lingchuan was somewhat resistant to this hospital as he had not yet figured out Usagi's identity.

When he thought about meeting Usagi in the hospital, Lingchuan almost subconsciously rejected Conan.

But he held back, "Okay, I'll be here as soon as possible."

He needed to see Conan's injuries with his own eyes.

Hearsay is not as accurate as seeing it with your own eyes.

Conan's request for help this time really helped Lingchuan a lot!

It's just the money...

-

"Conan! Where have you been!" Mao Lilan came from a distance with her hands on her hips, "You are a patient now, just lie down on the bed and rest!"

"I, I'm in a hurry to go to the bathroom." Conan, who was walking back after making a phone call, didn't expect to meet Mouri Ran. He scratched his head and made an excuse.

He accidentally touched the wound and hissed in pain.

Mao Lilan, who was originally furious, immediately softened her heart, "Really, isn't there a toilet in the room?"

"You ran away so quickly just now, and you didn't respond when I called you."

"I'm sorry, Sister Xiaolan~" Conan was quick to admit his mistake when facing Xiaolan.

But the next time he encounters the same situation, he will make the same mistake again.

Chapter 33 Surge

"Okay, I understand the details. We may need you to cooperate with us and go to the police station to make a statement."

After listening to Lingchuan's description, Megure Juzo decided to list Conan's previous discovery as a major clue.

He didn't expect that this armored car robbery actually involved another group of criminals.

If it weren't for Lingchuan's guarantee, Megure Jusan wouldn't have taken it so seriously.

Megure Jusan stood up and prepared to leave, took out the notebook he carried with him and tore off a page, "This is my phone number. If you remember anything else, you can call me directly."

"As for the transcript, someone will naturally receive you when you arrive at the police station."

Lingchuan accepted Megure Jusan's call and said, "Okay, I will."

After watching Megure Jusan leave, Lingchuan looked at Conan, then glanced at Mao Lilan, "How did he get injured?"

With Ran Maoli around, Conan doesn't need to answer this kind of question himself.

After listening to Mao Lilan's explanation, Lingchuan looked worried, "Did the billboard suddenly fall?"

"Yeah, it's a big piece~" Conan pretended to be a child and spread his hands wide, "It was clearly welded firmly to the wall, but it just happened to fall off when I passed by~"

"That's right, we should complain to the guy who installed this billboard. He was so careless in his job!"

"Someone almost died!" Xiaolan was very angry.

Conan would definitely not agree to her proposal, because the billboard did not really fall accidentally.

That was a murder that was planned after he was shot, knowing that he would pass by there!

If Conan didn't stop her, and if Ran Mouri really went to complain to the installer, once things got out of hand, the police would discover the abnormality of the billboard.

Accidental breakage is different from man-made breakage.

If this matter gets out, those gangsters will know that they have been discovered.

It will be harder to catch them then.

As for why they are not worried about Conan going back to complain?

Maybe they thought he was just a kid who liked adventure and playing, so they didn't think what he said was threatening.

Therefore, those people at that time only used guns to knock down the billboard to stop him from chasing, instead of shooting him directly.

Conan's exaggerated childish words just now were just to remind Lingchuan that this matter was unusual.

Lingchuan also understood what Conan meant.

He could more or less guess Conan's mentality.

So he felt a little regretful. William actually discovered that something was wrong with Conan, but perhaps as Conan guessed, he thought that Conan was just a child and not a big threat.

So he didn't kill him.

How did he evaluate Conan?

'Sharp child'.

keen?

Lingchuan lowered his head to hide the mockery that flashed across his eyes. If William knew that the person he let go was actually a 17-year-old high school detective, he probably wouldn't have made such an evaluation, right?

"As for the complaint, it depends on Conan's opinion. If he says it's unnecessary, then we can let it go," Lingchuan said, following Conan's opinion, "but we must get compensation."

"The owner of that store should be responsible, right?"

Mao Lilan seemed to have just thought of it, "Yes, I will go find that boss!"

Having said that, he ran out in a hurry.

After successfully sending her away, Lingchuan and Conan's conversation became more serious. "Is the injury serious?"

Staring at the bandage on Conan's forehead, Lingchuan's heartbeat gradually quickened.

"It's not serious. Luckily I dodged it at the time."

Speaking of this, Conan was still frightened, but after the fear, he gnashed his teeth unwillingly, "Those guys..."

"We were almost caught up!"

"I'll leave this matter to the police. Now you should take good care of your injuries." Lingchuan forced himself to look away from Conan's wound.

"But your identity as Kudo Shinichi is really useful. I just said that I was Shinichi's friend, and those police officers believed it completely."

Conan was a little proud, "I am known as the Sherlock Holmes of the Heisei era~"

"Inspector Megure and I have a very good relationship. If it were me, he would probably believe it."

After boasting a few words proudly, Conan suddenly became shy when he saw Lingchuan's half-smile, "But... you're not bad either. There were quite a few mystery fans who went to your memorial service two years ago~"

"If you hadn't faked your death, you would definitely be more famous than me now."

Lingchuan did not comment on this.

He deliberately changed the subject.

After exchanging recent discoveries and clues with Conan, Lingchuan said goodbye when Mao Lilan came back happily.

Facing Conan's request to stay, he shook his head.

"I recently quit my previous job, and I have to think of other ways to make a living next month."

Conan: "You are working too hard."

"It's okay," Lingchuan said a little melancholy, "I'm used to it." When he said this, there was no element of acting on the expression on Lingchuan's face.

Life in the past twenty-three years has not been as colorful as it has been in recent times.

What Lingchuan feels melancholy about is his former self.

But Conan didn't know so much. In his mind, the name 'Lingchuan Yuzuru' was the famous detective of the past.

He "died" in an accident two years ago. Although he found out that it was a fake death, Lingchuan has been living in anonymity and tracking down the murderer in the past two years. He must have experienced a lot.

In comparison, he is really good.

At least now I have food and shelter.

I just don't know if my parents...

Thinking of his parents, Conan felt a little depressed.

He didn't even notice when Lingchuan left.

But it doesn’t matter, he believes that he and Lingchuan will meet again!

-

"Mr. Lingchuan!"

Lingchuan, who had already walked out of the hospital but was still called, closed his eyes.

Before Usagi could touch him, he calmed down and turned around, "Dr. Usagi, nice to see you again."

"Yeah, are you here for a follow-up check this time as well?"

"No, I'm here to see a friend who's in the hospital." Ling Chuan smiled, "And I think I'm well now, so I don't need a follow-up check."

Usa Saijiro narrowed his eyes, "Alright? You can't be sure without checking it, why not take this opportunity to check it again?"