In the mountains near Osaka.
Kenzao Okura staggered forward with dead branches and rotten leaves. While panting, he took out his cell phone and tried to stabilize the shaking screen and pressed a number.
"I'm at Takehara Cafe now, and the Osaka police are eyeing me for no reason!"
He couldn't find someone who could help him for a moment, so he flashed his inspiration and called several colleagues who had had sex with him as a living person: "I remember you are also in Osaka - help me, help me think of a solution, I can't be caught!"
The opposite side was stunned, but unexpectedly, in broad daylight, he received such a powerful call.
Listening to Okura Chizo's anxious tone and the blurry police shouting in the background, he instinctively wanted to separate himself: "No matter how close we are, we can't get close to the police who pursue you, why don't you think of a way yourself?"
Kenzao Okura said fiercely: "It doesn't matter if I was caught by the police, but you probably don't want me to confess it."
The person opposite tickled, as if he was in deep thought.
After a moment, he took a deep breath and said in a deep voice: "It must be too late to save you now, and you will definitely be caught by them."
Kenzao Okura was anxious: "You! You don't think I don't have any evidence of your drug trafficking in my hands!"
"What's the hurry? I haven't finished talking yet." said the opposite side, "I'm caught when I'm caught. I'm fine if I find a way to get you away from the police? - Fortunately, you're from Tokyo. Even if you're caught by the Osaka police, you must be escorted back to Tokyo for trial. This is our only chance. Next, listen carefully..."
"good."
"good."
"Then I'll leave it to you!"
Kenzao Okura hung up the phone, and a gleam in his desperate eyes reappeared.
He looked at the river not far away, and while there were bushes blocking between him and the police, he threw his phone into the heart of the river with force. Then he buried his head and ran away from the river.
He rolled and climbed for about a hundred meters again. Kenzao Kokura finally exhausted his energy. His feet became weak and he was pressed down by the police behind him, with a peaceful face.
The policeman who was handcuffing him looked at his expression: "…?"
Is this guy's reaction wrong? He has obviously been arrested, but why is he still looking confident and arrogant?
"Be honest!" He besieged the man vigilantly and did not get up. He waited for his colleagues behind him to arrive before carefully picking up the dangerous person from the ground.
...
"It's not bad. I solved a murder case and caught a fugitive on the run. I got a lot of money today."
Back at the police headquarters, Otaki Police Department happily patted Jiangxia on the shoulder, and then patted Hattori Heiji and Conan: "I have to thank you, otherwise things will not go so smoothly - but don't go through the suspect's bag next time, if you encounter someone who cares, you may be in trouble."
"Okay!" Conan responded obediently, and his silky answer revealed a skillfulness that he could not change after repeated instruction.
Hattori Heiji didn't take these seriously either. Compared to this detail, he cared more about another thing. He asked quietly: "Who is the transaction target of that Kenji Kokura and what's going on with the sniper rifle?"
Otaki police officer waved his hand: "He didn't have any dealings. He came to take refuge and wanted all his colleagues to treat him as air. As for that gun..."
Otaki Police Department sighed: "Kenzo Okura had no idea about it. When he heard that there was a gun, he looked a little scared. He probably worried that someone wanted to silence him."
"I asked the forensic department police officers to send the gun for inspection. They said that the sniper rifle was the same as the guns found in the previous few times, leaving no useful fingerprints.
"But this time, some other marks were left on the gun's body - the damage caused by impact, which looked like it was hit by a bullet, and it was the bullet fired by the hunting gun used in the murder case. In addition, there were some traces of dragging on the gun, which should have been dragged away and hung on the tree."
Hattori Heiji frowned, feeling his brain heat up: "Did that gun also use fishing line and steel wire, and it is part of the murder? I always feel that it is not right. Who would use such a good gun as a mechanism? And..."
He swallowed the second half of the sentence back: And this kind of thing doesn't seem to fit the style of the black-clad organization.
Hattori Heiji thought in pain, trying to combine all kinds of abnormalities and clues to restore the various events that happened in the mountains today.
However, a famous detective is like a manufacturing machine. If he does not put raw materials and only idles, he will not get the finished product he wants no matter what.
Although this time it was not considered idle, it was obvious that the raw materials invested in him were not enough to allow him to complete his current reasoning.
Thinking of this, his eyes couldn't help but float to Jiang Xia: If Jiang Xia knew the true identity of Vodka, he would definitely be able to combine today's affairs...
Had thought of it, Hattori Heiji suddenly became alert. He pinched his thighs and forced his eyes back.
Hattori Heiji: "..." What's going on! I finally encountered an unsolved puzzle, but my first reaction was to go to Jiangxia? - What's the difference between this and the poor student who just finished reading the question number and immediately went to look up the answers!
Besides, can you just tell me about the Black Organization? If you can do it well, it will be a custom silence coupon.
"Hatsuke Heiji, you have fallen, the answer is not the ideas and ideas that an Osaka detective should have." The famous detective in Kansai secretly warned himself, curbing the shameful idea of ​​taking shortcuts, and turned to Otaki police station without looking at him:
"Uncle Otaki, please ask the murderer and her two clerks when taking the transcript, and of course Chizo Okura - I always feel that there is something hidden behind this matter."
The police department of Otaki sighed quietly: Four guns that have been confiscated inexplicably unknown origin have been confiscated in a row. Can there be no hidden information? But if you can't find it, you can't find it... Forget it, just agree first, pretend that the police are doing their best, otherwise if you run to investigate every time and then get a round of gunfire, things will be troublesome.
Thinking of this, he Zheng pointed at the key point: "Don't worry, leave it to us."
...
The police worked diligently to end the case.
On the other side, Vodka took Calvados and quickly ran out of the police's search range.
The surroundings were safe, and Calvados finally came back to his senses. He recovered from the pain of the collision of blue and purple on his body, took a breath, and suddenly realized something: "Where is my gun?"
Vodka: "..." Your gun? Haha, it's Uzzo's gun now, I watched it dragged away by the cat.
Chapter completed!