What did you do again? Gin sent me an email and asked me what exactly I had cultivated you. 】

[I just had a friendly and friendly conversation with him about the organization's personnel rules...... I have a surprise today, go back and tell you. 】

Gin Bacheng thinks that Tang Ze has learned from Amuro what kind of Onmyoji Dafa......

In fact, after thinking too much, Tang Ze's own Yin Yang Technique has been perfected, after all, he is a game house with high-intensity surfing.

After replying to the email of Toru Amuro, who was innocently lying on the gun, Tang Ze temporarily put away his mobile phone and continued to observe the situation in the field.

Now the game is still anxious, and the two high school detectives have pulled out the red dot that was pierced behind the deceased's ear, and are looking for possible murder weapons all over the house.

Conan, who had a bad cold and took a big mouthful of old white dry, was obviously not in good shape, walked a few steps and shook twice, and rummaged around the desk.

Then, without accident, when he found the poison needle, he collided with Hattori, who was also lying on the ground and looking at it.

Before Mao Lilan exclaimed and grabbed Conan, Tang Ze stepped over with an arrow, as if he had expected it, and steadily caught the elementary school student who was knocked to the ground crookedly.

Before Heiji Hattori began to accuse them of "why did children run around at the murder scene", Tang Ze preemptively said: "It's better to wait for the police to come and then do an investigation, or is it a synonym for high school detectives who don't follow the rules and love to destroy the scene?" ”

Hattori Heiji's eyes widened when he snatched the first shot, and pointed to the child with circles in his hand: "Such a young child let him touch things, why do you accuse me of destroying the scene?" ”

"He's not sensible, he's still a schoolboy, are you too?" Tang Ze finished with a general attack and ended the conversation.

Conan, whose head was buzzing, shook his head at this moment, sobered up a little, and looked up at Tang Ze who was supporting him with emotion.

Indiscriminately attack the other side first, there are reliable brothers, is this how it feels, it's good.

"Okay Conan, don't run around. I still have a fever, and I'm so restless. Successfully holding back the hatred, Tang Ze shoved Conan into Maoliran's hand, and looked up at Hattori Heiji with a gentle smile.

Heiji Hattori: "......"

In the face of the condemning gaze of half the room, he couldn't have a seizure, so he could only stand up angrily, put his hands in his pockets, and wait for the arrival of the police together.

Ten minutes later, the familiar search officers arrived at Tsujimura's house, led by the familiar Twilight Police Department.

"Brother Maori, oh, Tang Ze is also there." After greeting acquaintances, the Dusk Police Department moved their eyes to the deceased who fell to the ground, and the whole process was natural and smooth, with a kind of home-like cordiality.

In the first meeting of the art museum murder case, the Twilight Police Department learned about Tang Ze's embarrassing identity as a juvenile delinquent, and understood that he was unlikely to show up and expose himself to the media, but he was indeed a talent who could help solve the case. Now he is basically regarded as an existence like a half-secret detective, and it is not surprising that he appeared at the scene of the crime.

Tang Ze looked at his dark circles sympathetically, raised his hand and said hello.

The police in this world may be a harder job than the 996 programmer in a sense.

"The deceased Isao Tsujimura, diplomat, 54 years old." The Twilight Police Department looked through the information handed by his subordinates and observed the corpse lying on the ground, "Hmm...... The body was found by Mrs. Tsujimura, and the detective who happened to be at the scene at the commission of Mrs. Tsujimura......"

Speaking of which, without examining the body, the Twilight Police Department sighed first, and glanced at Maori Kogoro faintly: "It seems that he also killed him this time." ”

"Is this ......" Mori Kogoro scratched the back of his head, "I haven't seen any obvious injuries yet, and I can't rule out the possibility of a natural death......"

"That's not right." Conan and Hattori Heiji finished speaking in unison, both stunned, and looked at each other silently.

Strange Imp...... Hattori Heiji looked at Conan carefully for a while, and then turned back for a moment: "There is a small red dot behind the deceased's ear, and on the table, I found a suspicious silver needle that fell to the ground...... The lips and fingers of the corpse were already cyanotic, and the conjunctiva of the eye was bleeding, indicating that the deceased was suffocated, but as this uncle said, there were no obvious external injuries on the corpse, so he should have died of some kind of poison that could paralyze people's nerves! ”

The Twilight Police Department was stunned, and for the first time focused on this strange black-skinned boy, and raised his eyebrows strangely: "May I ask who you are?" ”

"His name is Heiji Hattori, and he's an arrogant detective imp." Refuted by him, Mori Kogoro shrugged his shoulders unpleasantly.

"Hattori Heiji, Hattori ......" The Twilight Police Department frowned and pronounced this familiar surname twice, and suddenly realized, "Ah! Hattori! You're that high school detective son of Osaka Prefectural Police Headquarters Chief Hattori Heizou! ”

Hattori, who had just entered the detective mode, jumped with blue tendons on his forehead.

He didn't rely on his father to become famous, he relied on his strength to become a detective! You don't have to have such a long prefix! Sounds like something gnawing at the old second generation!

"Don't mention my dad yet......," he looked up and rolled his eyes, "the body of the deceased is still warm, and there are no other changes such as corpse spots, and when we found the deceased, he had not been killed for more than half an hour...... Let's check step by step, so far I can observe, there are no traces of external break-ins in the room......"

As soon as he turned around, he saw Tang Ze squatting beside the corpse, groping for the corpse's clothes with several police officers, and the sound was the movement of the key called up from the deceased's bulging trouser pocket.

Hattori Heiji frowned, wanting to tell him not to touch the corpse indiscriminately, but he saw Tang Zebian stand up and take off the gloves he didn't know when, and described calmly: "I guess this is the key to enter the study, when we entered the door, the room was locked, and Mrs. Tsujimura opened the door with the key to enter...... Mrs. Tsujimura? Does anyone else have this set of keys? ”

He turned his head and quietly stared at the mournful face of Tsujimura Koe.

Tsujimura Gonge looked back at him, the deliberately sad expression on his face receded slightly, and his gaze was equally calm.

Hattori Heiji looked at Karasawa strangely, and then at the silent Tsujimura Gonge, and always felt that the two of them seemed to have reached some kind of agreement silently, and they were conveying some kind of attitude to each other with their eyes.

“…… Without. Tsujimura took out the set of keys in his pocket that were exactly the same as those on the ground, "Only me and my grandson have the keys to the study." ”

Tang Ze lowered his gaze and bowed his head slightly, as if he knew the answer she gave, and as if he accepted one of her choices.

He took a step back and retreated to the side of the Maorilans, acquiescing to his position as a bystander and not speaking again.

Hattori Heiji stared closely at his steps, his frowning brow unable to relax.

Tang Ze's appearance is too weird......

Hattori Heiji looked at the study key that had fallen to the ground and was adorned with a flat keychain, took a deep breath, and temporarily ignored Tang Ze, who was acting strangely, and prepared to take over the rhythm again.

"So, this is an impossible crime with neat techniques, which is commonly known as -

"Murder in a closed room!"

His voice was sonorous and powerful, and the eyes of the crowd were once again focused on him.

Good, everything is back on his familiar track, Hattori Heiji smiled, his hands in his pockets.

As a result, his next sentence was interrupted by Tang Ze's voice.

"Conan—"

Hattori turned around and saw that the restless little boy was climbing on the ladder to check the bookshelf, but somehow, his body was shaking more and more, and he was about to fall from a ladder more than a meter high.

The closest thing to him was Tang Ze, who retreated from the crowd in one step.

Tang Ze reacted quickly again, and his outstretched arm was right under Conan's back, catching the short schoolboy.

Heiji Hattori: "......"

This is called Tang Zezhao, what the hell is going on? Did he do it on purpose? Is it? Isn't it?

(End of chapter)