Chapter 125 Daily Persecution of Conan

The three detectives' pupils shrank and they all looked over in shock!

Hattori Heiji quickly rushed over to check and at the same time glanced at Nobushige with a complicated expression.

Ikemura Gongjiang rushed to her husband's side, with an anxious look that didn't look fake: "Husband! Husband, don't scare me! What's wrong with you?!"

"It's useless." Hattori Heiji withdrew his hand from Mr. Ikemura's neck and whispered, "He is already dead."

"Wha, what?!" Ikemura Gongjiang burst into tears immediately after hearing this, "Husband!!!"

Hattori Heiji and Conan were very actively involved in the investigation of the scene, while Nobushige just stood aside and did not participate in anything.

He felt a little regretful. If he could have remembered the plot earlier, he might have been able to prevent the murderer from killing him. Although... this case is quite special. The murderer had a strong intention to kill the deceased, and there is basically no possibility of forgiveness or reconciliation.

"Ah...it hurts..." Hattori Heiji angrily picked up Conan's kid and threw it into Mao Lilan's arms, "Why is this kid here? How did you take care of him?!"

"Conan..." Mao Lilan quickly caught it, and she rubbed Conan's neck a little distressedly, "Although Conan likes to run around, he never destroys the scene."

Hattori Heiji suddenly felt a headache and held his forehead and said: "But he is still such a young child, how can you just show him the body?"

Even though his father was a police officer in Osaka, he basically never saw a real murder scene when he was a child. Although Hattori Heiji claimed to have solved numerous cases, in fact most of them were small commissions to help classmates find pens, books, and pets.

After listening to Hattori Heiji's explanation, Mao Lilan not only lost her resentment, but also agreed with him very much. She nodded seriously. The men hugged Conan tighter.

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A few minutes later, Officer Megure and his subordinates once again faced the dilemma of working overtime.

"We just finished investigating a case when we received a call from Xiaolan." Officer Memu rubbed his aching temples, "What's the situation here?"

Seeing that "Kudo Shinichi" had no intention of speaking, Hattori Heiji stood up very consciously: "The deceased, Mr. Isao Ikemura, was a diplomat. Today, his wife..." He recounted what happened and added His own reasoning process advanced the entire case to the point where he found that the murderer was in the mansion.

Officer Megure looked back at Moori Kogoro in shock: "Who is this boy?"

"Hmph." Kogoro Mouri put his pockets in disdainfully and said, "His name is Hattori Heiji, and he is an arrogant high school detective."

"Hattori Heiji..." Officer Megure read the name again, and suddenly raised his voice in surprise, "So it's you - the son of Osaka Prefectural Police Headquarters Hattori Heizo who is in high school!"

Hattori Heiji did not face the superiority of his father's subordinates in the police system at all. He lowered his head slightly, as if he was still immersed in reasoning, quite a bit hiding his merit and fame.

Officer Memu didn't care if he didn't receive a response. He thought, "In that case, you guys are the first to make the discovery, and there happens to be a detective at the scene..."

After receiving the look from his old boss, Mouri Kogoro immediately stood at attention and saluted: "Yes! It's me, Moori Kogoro!!"

"It's not just the uncle over there." Hattori Heiji coughed twice and pulled Nobushige into the police's sight. "Except for me, who is also a famous high school detective. In fact, there are three detectives here today."

Nobushige pushed him away silently and greeted Officer Megure: "Hello."

"Ah, it's Brother Asano!" Officer Megure smiled enthusiastically. After all, in his opinion, those who can help solve the case are good friends.

Conan struggled to get out of Mao Lilan's arms: "Um...uncle, what is the other case you mentioned before? Is it another murder case?"

"That's not true." Officer Megu's expression became serious when he mentioned that incident. "Actually, a batch of explosives was lost."

"Explosives?!!"

"Well, so the police have a headache. They are worried that criminals will use it to do things that harm society." Officer Megure said a few words in a low voice and then immediately changed the subject, "Let's not talk about this. Ikemura Isao's case. Do you have any clues, Brother Maori?"

Although Hattori Heiji is the son of Hattori Heizo and calls himself a detective, as a city far away from Osaka, Hattori Heiji is not well-known.

Officer Megure's impression of him was still at the point where he was the son of his boss, and he had heard of this name before.

In contrast, in terms of reasoning, of course he still trusts Moori Kogoro more.

"Ah chirp——"

"Is it really okay with you, Conan?" Mao Lilan asked worriedly.

Nobuhiro had no intention of participating in the process of solving the case, so he stood beside them: "It's just that the cold has gotten worse. It's best to take him to the hospital after today."

I don't know if using liquor + cold to force the body to recover will have any impact on Conan's health.

If everything was normal, he could consider asking someone to study the ingredients of liquor.

Is Chinese liquor more magical, or can the same effect be achieved by just using high-strength liquor? If this is the effect of alcohol, then if he gives Conan some absolute ethanol...

Uh...that could be alcohol poisoning.

Nobushige shook his head, threw the messy thoughts out of his mind, and turned to Conan and said, "Do you want to take a rest? It should be fine if the detective who is as famous as Kudo Shinichi is here."

"Hey, Kudo!" Hattori Heiji abruptly changed his name under Nobushige's dangerous gaze, "A-Asano, cough. How did you find out that Ikemura Isao was dead when you first came in?"

"Eh? Mr. Asano knows so much?" Mao Lilan was surprised.

It was Conan who explained: "Didn't Brother Asano remind Mrs. Ikemura not to touch the deceased? If he hadn't been found dead, he wouldn't have said that at all."

This was not the first time that Hattori Heiji found that this little kid could keep up with his own thoughts, but in front of his destined opponent, Kudo Shinichi, everything else was just a cloud at the moment.

He whispered: "It's like the first time we met. You are the only person in the entire firm who knows my name and recognizes me at a glance. You seem to know everything. Why?"

Facing the black-skinned detective's inquiry, Nobushige sighed helplessly: "You didn't investigate the truth about the deceased's death, but you came to ask me... Isn't this kind of thing a basic quality that a detective should have? Isao Ikemura was then His posture is so weird, it’s weird if you don’t doubt it, right?”