Conan: What's wrong with my Yan Shuangying's painting style?

The light from the incandescent lamp shone on him, almost bringing tears to his eyes. He felt as if he had come back to life and saw hope for life. The men next to him were all shocked to see their boss in such a miserable state.

However, before they could come over to ask about their well-being, gunshots rang out inside the underground passage.

The bodyguard beside the leader suddenly fell backwards, completely unaware of the fatal crisis approaching in the darkness.

Many bodyguards reacted immediately, and some tried to close the door of the underground passage, but it was too late. Bullet after bullet accurately pierced their foreheads and killed them.

The dark god of death is approaching little by little.

The celebrity leader immediately realized that he was not safe by escaping here, but only gained a moment of respite.

He ran towards the garage like crazy. He wanted to drive away from here, run far away. No matter how fast or powerful that urban legend was, it could never catch up with his sports car!

Tick, tick, tick.

A pampered body can hardly sustain such long-term high-intensity exercise.

But the leader couldn't care less. His only thought now was to survive. He had so much money that he hadn't spent, and so many connections that he hadn't used, but he died inexplicably on this night. He couldn't accept it no matter what!

The bodyguards fired pistols at the Grim Reaper in the dark.

However, facing a living legend, these people have no chance of winning!

Yan Shuangying walked forward step by step, and the bullets from the two pistols intertwined in the air, forming one beautiful and deadly arc net after another, killing the bodyguards who shot at him one after another.

And accompanied by the fall of colleagues.

The morale of these bodyguards finally collapsed completely————

They were paid a fixed salary, so why would they risk their lives? They had no obligation to face an enemy they couldn't defeat!

pat.

One of the bodyguards dropped his pistol and ran away.

There was no bullet fired at him in the darkness.

Therefore, the remaining bodyguards in the stronghold dropped their weapons one after another, fled for their lives, and gave up fighting.

Tick, tick, tick.

Yan Shuangying walked out of the underground passage step by step, and the voice of Yueshui Nanatsuki came from the earphone.

"He's in the garage. Don't worry, I've already notified the guy you found first to cut off their retreat."

————Top hunters never give their prey a chance to escape.

As one of Yan Shuangying's teammates, Yueshui Nanatsuki is also very decisive in what she does, and is even more extreme than Yan Shuangying, because she might really do something like "rather kill the wrong person than let him go" with apologetic feelings.

Faced with celebrity leaders who have already attacked them and tried to put them to death.

Nanatsuki Koshimizu deployed Erechika's [Nada Unichi Tokit] team in the garage in advance, cutting off the celebrity leader's retreat and turning this dangerous and harmless prey into fish on the chopping board!

Knock knock knock————

The sound of rifle fire came from somewhere.

Elenika rudely disposed of all the drivable cars in the garage, as well as those bodyguards who were resisting stubbornly. Then, she directly shot and forced the celebrity leader who had fled to the garage back.

There was no mercy in her eyes, because being kind to the enemy would be cruel to herself!

Tick, tick, tick.

Footsteps sounded behind the celebrity leader. He raised his head in despair and looked towards the next staircase landing. He knew that the urban legend of Beika Town had come to take him away, but he could not escape because the next staircase landing was the entrance to the parking lot.

The three riflemen were already deployed below. If he tried to escape down there, he would be shot to pieces immediately!

"Yan Shuangying, I have money, lots of it! It's just that my card is frozen now. Tomorrow, I'll transfer it all to you!"

The celebrity leader said in horror.

"Money is not important to me."

Yan Shuangying's figure appeared in the gap at the corner of the stairwell, and his hand seemed to be on the frame of his sunglasses.

By the time he turned around the stairs and appeared completely in front of the celebrity leader, Yan Shuangying had already taken off his sunglasses, revealing his full appearance, without concealing his pair of eyes that were as sharp as an eagle and full of murderous intent.

Seeing this scene, the celebrity leader was completely desperate.

The urban legend of Beika Town has never shown its full appearance to anyone. It is said that all those who have seen the full appearance of the urban legend have died, and now, he is afraid that he will become one of them.

Perhaps because of extreme despair, the leader's thinking became normal.

He took two steps back, leaned against the wall behind him, and asked bitterly.

"How did you find me? You came to me first. Is it because I am important to you?"

Yan Shuangying folded his sunglasses, put them in the inside pocket of his black coat, and answered again.

"No, you are not important to me."

————Money is not important to you, and I am not important to you either.

So you came across half of Beika Town to kill me, was it just a spur of the moment impulse?

The celebrity leader finally asked.

"Then tell me, what is important to you?"

The urban legend of Beika Town stood in front of him, and the sense of crisis finally reached its peak. He heard the urban legend's voice, which was affirmative but with a hint of murderous intent.

"It's important to me without you."

The celebrity leader's pupils contracted extremely.

He knew that this guy was not on the same path as them and the vast majority of people in this city. This guy was on the same path as the group of students who organized the "All-Academic Joint Struggle Conference" at the University of Tokyo in 43!

"you----"

Chapter 257 Hattori Heiji: Huh? What fake news? (4/5)

"Who is this person... He looks so miserable."

"I seem to have seen him on TV, but I didn't expect it to end like this. I don't know who did it."

The citizens of Beika Town looked up and pointed, but no one took any action.

The celebrity leader who was able to dominate the meeting yesterday has now been strangled to death on a street lamp by Yan Shuangying, and is now acting as a prayer doll, being watched by everyone.

The reporter from Nichimi TV looked at this astonishing scene, swallowed his saliva, and then pressed the shutter button of the camera.

Click————

This scene was frozen and became the headline photo of the news.

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"Huh? What fake news?"

Hattori Heiji frowned and looked at the headlines in the newspaper in his hand.

The front-page headline was that the Beika Town murderer assassinated a certain entrepreneur and hanged him on a street lamp for public display, while the small print below said that the entrepreneur's real identity was a core figure in Tokyo's underground trading network, who had committed many evil deeds, and this was a revenge killing.

Then the box next to it that introduces the front-page news events is filled with various "great achievements" of Japanese public security.

If this wasn't the old times, he would have suspected that the Japanese police had just captured a few lucky spectators and used their heads to claim military merits - why did the Japanese police become so aggressive as soon as he left Tokyo?

The famous detective from Kansai took a sip of the milk beside him and continued to read the news, his brows furrowing more and more as he read.

Damn, this looks like fake news no matter how you look at it.

How could he not know the level of Japanese public security personnel in Tokyo? He was a 3.0-rated slacker in the Tokyo National Stadium bombing, but he was nowhere to be found in the Pramia bombing. He was only MVP in the Yan Shuangying pursuit, where he severely damaged his teammates.

Oh, he is still the MVP of the losing side, because subsequent investigations found that the Japanese Public Security Bureau's investigators were traitors, and they died in vain.

You tell me that such an outrageous yet abstract organization, which is even more outrageous within the abstract, actually took action to destroy an underground trading network that even the Osaka Police Headquarters might not be able to defeat just one week after he left Tokyo?

"Mom, is this really news from Tokyo? Could it be fake news someone printed?"

Hattori Heiji looked up at his biological mother with some suspicion——

At the same time, she is a kendo master, the queen of karuta, a Yamato Nadeshiko, a cooking master, and Shizuka Hattori wearing a kimono.

If you only look at the fair-skinned appearance of this Yamato Nadeshiko, it would be hard to associate her with the Hattori father and son, but if you add in her unruly personality of being so idle that she would get her foot pricked by an iron skewer while eating barbecue, then she is very similar to Hattori Heiji.

"This is the newspaper that Heizo reads, so it can't be fake."

Hattori Shizuka replied gently.

"Ever since you did something big in Tokyo last week, Heizo has been asking a friend to fax him newspapers from Tokyo every day. He didn't even bother to fake it and send it to you."

————Come to think of it, although Dad likes to cheat people, he won’t do it in this place.

Hattori Heiji nodded thoughtfully, and suddenly turned to look at the door.

I saw my childhood sweetheart, a high school girl, already standing there, looking at the situation inside, and seemed a little embarrassed to come in.

"Ala, it's He Ye who's here."

Hattori Shizuka said with a smile.

However, Hattori Heiji couldn't laugh, because he knew that since Kazuha was refreshed at the door, there was a high probability that Momiji, who had inexplicably started pestering him because of the last Tokyo incident, would also be refreshed at the door.

These two girls have been having some inexplicable karuta duel more than once, and even asked him to come over and call out their names.

God has mercy on him, he can't even play karuta. Besides, is there really anyone who would like to hear his Kansai-style solfeggios? No, anyone who can understand the solfeggios in this slick Kansai-style solfeggios is a genius...

Hattori Heiji stood up with a somewhat stiff expression, quietly took out his cell phone and took a look.

When he read the news, he took a picture and sent it to Kudo Shinichi who was still in Beika Town, asking this famous Kanto detective who was as famous as him if he knew what was going on. However, Kudo Shinichi seemed to be still asleep and had not replied to the text message yet.

Now I’m back————

【Kudo Shinichi:? 】

Why the question mark? Are you completely unaware of what's happening in the Kanto region, right here in Beika Town? Damn it, can someone like you even be considered a famous detective?

"Heiji, you bastard..."

Toyama Kazuha watched Hattori Heiji getting closer and closer. After Hattori Shizuka couldn't see what was happening here, she stopped pretending and stared at her childhood sweetheart in front of her with a rather annoyed look, and whispered.

"Did you throw away the amulet I gave you? I haven't seen you take it out all week!"

Ah, the amulet...it broke during the Pramya explosion.

Hattori Heiji's mouth twitched in embarrassment.