Chapter 324 Conan World Standard Criminal!

"Hmm."

Luke couldn't deny it.

Vermouth wanted to get rid of the old man, Karasuma Renye, by herself, so let her do it.

After all, Karasuma Renye is just a wealthy man in the ordinary technological world.

The huge wealth accumulated can drown Conan and his group of "ordinary people" alive.

However, Karasuma Renye, who is rich, powerful and influential, is just an ordinary person after all.

Even if his status is above countless ordinary people, he is still just an ordinary person in essence.

Not to mention, even the stubborn red magic imp can take the opportunity to cast a spell after getting Karasuma Renye's belongings or body tissues.

Her red magic actually has a high status in the magic world.

No, it should be said that there is no bad magic that can be passed down to the modern Dharma Ending Age.

Even the Five Fireballs Cult, which has a more funny effect than a practical effect, can make a big fireball that is enough to burn steel into molten iron.

It is not surprising that the technology of modern society has a suppressive effect on the magic of the Dharma Ending Age.

But at the same time, magic, as a miracle that cannot be created in modern society, should have its extraordinary side.

Otherwise, magic would have been completely eliminated in some corner.

That is, the little red magician understood the terrible consequences of interfering with fate, and was forcibly deprived of most of his own strength by the world, and the little girl was kind by nature and didn't have the heart to do anything.

Otherwise, with her ability, it would be easy to speed through the "Zoo" and "Brewery".

"Don't worry, my plan will be realized in no more than a month."

Vermouth also understood Margaret's idea.

Since that brainwashing, Margaret has been thinking about taking action against the boss and then taking over the organization.

"If you need my help, tell me anytime."

Luke nodded.

One month

According to the chaotic timeline of Conan's world, this month is estimated to take several years to end.

So, Vermouth, let me give you a push, just as a reward for your previous push

Luke put down his knife and fork and wiped his mouth with a tissue.

"I have something else to do, so I'll leave first."

"To see Shirley?"

Vermouth smiled, as if she didn't care at all.

But if she answered "Yes, it's her", Margaret would probably not be able to leave this house next.

Rather than giving others a bargain, it's better to make yourself full.

Luke shook his head.

"No, an old customer came to see me."

"Customer? Have a good trip."

Vermouth squinted and smiled with satisfaction.

It's not just to see Shirley and the others.

Luke nodded, got up, and walked out the door.

"Remember to come back early, I've been 'at home' for the past few months."

The word 'at home' was slightly emphasized.

The organization entered a silent state, and the intelligence department was transferred to Vermouth's hands. It's not without benefits.

At least, Vermouth no longer needs to go out on missions frequently.

Some unimportant tasks will mostly fall to Bourbon and Rum.

She can have a lot of free time to play some small games with her wizard.

Luke waved his hand, as if he agreed.

At the same time, in a coffee shop in Beika Town.

The police set up a cordon and stood outside like a fixed NPC.

Inside the venue, several old acquaintances were standing inside, conducting on-site reconnaissance, which is the most popular "reasoning" in this world.

"Could it be that"

"Yes, Officer Megure, there is only one truth, the murderer is him!"

Eri Kisaki pushed the frame of her glasses.

Although she is not a professional detective, she has often come into contact with criminals and detectives, and she still has some basic qualities.

At least she is much better than Officer Megure's subordinates who act as background boards.

"How is it possible, Mr. Kisaki. Ahem, Attorney Kisaki, but he has no motive to kill"

Officer Megure may be addicted to calling him "brother", and there is no brother with a penis at the scene today.

"It's actually very simple. The flaws he revealed were so big that even a few children could see them."

"That's right!"

"That's right, uncle, you are too careless!"

"Such a case can't stump our Junior Detective Team!"

The Teitan Three Fools were in high spirits.

Seeing these three children laughing, those who didn't know would think that this was something worth celebrating.

Conan, who was squatting in the corner, had a face full of laughter.

For these three guys, the reasoning process and results were all completed by him alone, and even the final results were not easy for him to guide these guys to figure out.

It can be said that Conan is no longer feeding the food to the Teitan Three Fools. He took the funnel and inserted it into their mouths and stuffed it directly into their stomachs, so that these little ghosts understood.

However, fortunately, the result was good.

Looking at the "criminal" with a pale face and a panic expression, but still stubbornly saying that he did not kill anyone.

Conan nodded.

If nothing unexpected happened, this criminal should have to eat pork chop rice for more than ten years.

"You didn't have the time to commit the crime, but what if the victim was poisoned?"

"The criminal's method of committing the crime was actually very simple."

Hiki Eri sneered and explained.

The criminal's face turned pale and he stumbled back.

"It's not my fault, it's her! It's all her! If it weren't for her, how could I lose my job?"

With just a few words, the prisoner's psychological defense completely collapsed.

That is, only in the world of Conan can we see these strange criminal suspects.

They have the courage to kill people for all kinds of weird reasons, but they can easily break through their psychological defenses.

As long as a few words are confused, and a crime plan that is not in line with ergonomics, physics, and biology is involved, the prisoner will soon choose to plead guilty.

But the most speechless thing is that as soon as the murderer is pointed out, the murderer immediately shows a trembling expression, pretending to be angry.

This is because he is afraid that others will not know that he is the murderer.

"Officer Megure, the prisoner will be handed over to you."

After finishing her reasoning, Fei Yingli's momentum remained unchanged and she turned to look at Officer Megure.

Officer Megure was stunned for a moment.

Seeing Fei Yingli frowning, he quickly reacted and responded with a "Hi!" in the spirit of a neon subordinate.

Fei Yingli nodded with satisfaction and pulled Xiaolan aside.

Officer Memu wiped the sweat from his forehead with his hand.

No wonder brother Maori divorced his lawyer. Such a strong woman is difficult to control at first sight.

Officer Megure's wife has never put such great pressure on him.

With a cough, Officer Memu prepared to order the team to be closed down and brought to justice.

"Ahem, Sato, please register the personnel and we can evacuate."

Officer Sato nodded, and most of the statistical work after each case was left to her or Takagi.

The former is because of the beautiful appearance, high affinity, and the willingness of unrelated people to cooperate.

As for the latter, honest people endure hardships and stand hard work, and they won't say anything even if they suffer a little. Who in the third search class doesn't know that Takagi is a good guy.

Just when everyone thought the matter was about to end, the prisoners who staggered back saw that several police officers were about to surround them.

He doesn't want to go to jail.

It's obviously all that woman's fault!

Why should we rely on him!

What he lost was his job, and that bitch just lost her life!

The prisoner gritted his teeth and made up his mind.

Turn around and rush directly towards the crowd watching the show.

"Don't move! Stop!"

"Stop him quickly!"

"ah!"

Several policemen also noticed the prisoner's intention, their expressions changed drastically, and they wanted to rush over and stop the prisoner without hesitation.

However, as they are positioned, backdrops are incapable of doing their job.

"Don't come over! Don't come over at all! Otherwise I'll kill her!"

The prisoner tightly held the neck of a female waiter in the cafe, contracted his arms hard, and wanted to strangle this randomly selected unlucky guy to death.

The police did not dare to act rashly for a while.

"Sir, relax! Please relax first!"

"If you have any demands, you can tell us. We will help you if we can. Don't hurt her. She is innocent."

Officer Megu was sweating profusely and raised his hands to show that he had no ill intentions.

Why is today's case investigation different from usual?

Could it be that it's because I don't have a brother?

A large-scale terrorist attack occurred in Tokyo just a few days ago. The various investigation sections of the Metropolitan Police Department were almost crazy busy, and some even ended up in the hospital due to excessive fatigue.

Even so, the Metropolitan Police Department still can't get any benefits.

I heard that the deputy director's public bowing and apology in the past few days has almost shocked the media in Tokyo.

Now, if there is a hostage casualty case in the hands of the police officer in front of him.

Not to mention the accountability of the Metropolitan Police Department, just the people's condemnation alone, the two hundred pounds of meat of Officer Mu Mu are not enough to fill the gap between his teeth.

Thinking of how tired the deputy director had been over the past few days, and thinking of his big, muscular body like a water tank, Officer Memu's eyes were full of horror.

Mr. Prisoner, please don’t go crazy!

The policemen looked alert and slowly moved forward in unison.

Although most of the people in the Neon Metropolitan Police Department are incompetent idiots and idiots, some basic countermeasures can still be memorized.

In a situation like this, Officer Megure was able to delay time and stabilize the prisoner's mentality. They slowly approached to form a potential encirclement, and it was very easy to save the waiter.

As long as the prisoner has no weapons in his hands.

"Don't move! Otherwise I'll really do it!"

The prisoner looked ferocious.

Take out a knife from your cuff!

The police officers were stunned.

Where did the knife come from?

Wasn't he the one who killed with poison?

When they thought of the stab wound on the deceased's abdomen, the police looked strange.

"You actually brought the crime tools with you?!"

Officer Sato was stunned.

Fei Yingli was a little nervous, held Xiaolan's hand tightly, and took a few steps back behind the police.

There are two different concepts between criminals with weapons and criminals with bare hands.

She was confident of protecting herself, but what if that person hurt her daughter?

Xiaolan is no match for knife-wielding gangsters.

However, is there anything wrong with this guy’s mind?

Just use poison to kill someone, and then use a knife to blame.

But after you kill someone, what happens if you put the knife on your body?

Do you think our police don’t even search you?

No, it seems that there was indeed no body search.

Officer Takagi shrank back, he also wanted to search him.

But as soon as I arrived, I was pestered by a few brats, and it was normal for a few people to be left behind.

Hmm. It shouldn’t be a big problem, right?

Officer Memu's vision turned black and he almost fainted without taking a breath.

This kid Takagi has become more and more careless since Officer Sato found a boyfriend.

Vaguely, Officer Megure even saw the shadow of Brother Maori.

"Don't come here, don't come here!"

The prisoner was very excited, dragging the waitress with one hand, and holding a knife between the waitress's neck with the other hand.

The waitress burst into tears.

When life is not in your hands, this fear will undoubtedly be magnified to the extreme.

He doesn't want to die.

Of course she doesn't want to die either.

The policemen exchanged glances and looked at their superiors.

Officer Memu shook his head slightly.

"Stop, everyone stop! We don't move, and you don't hurt that girl!"

Officer Megure ordered.

Even if the prisoner is released today, he cannot be allowed to hurt innocent passers-by.

The police stopped immediately.

The prisoner's hands were still shaking, but after seeing that the police actually stopped advancing as he said, he became more courageous.

He held the knife, held the waitress hostage, and walked back step by step.

He also didn't forget to turn his head and stare at the policemen around him to see if any of them wanted to be a hero to save the beauty.

One step, two steps, three steps.

Everyone held their breath.

Conan crouched in the corner, waiting for the opportunity, clenching his fists.

He came out in too much of a hurry and didn't bring anything like his kick-enhancing sneakers, watch-type anesthesia gun, or random shooting football belt.

Just a solar powered jetboard.

Obviously, in this situation, the skateboard is of no use at all.

Could it be that today, like what happened a few days ago, we have to watch the prisoner leave in such a bright and clear way?

The prisoner leaned against the door.

good!

very good!

As long as he continues to hold this woman hostage step by step, he will definitely be able to leave?

Bang!

There was a heavy sound, and everyone was stunned.

The prisoner stumbled forward after a powerful and heavy blow to the neck, and the knife handle he held fell to the ground. The waitress was also thrown aside by the prisoner subconsciously letting go of her hand.

Then, one hand tightly grasps the opponent's wrist, and the other hand firmly clasps the opponent's elbow.

The fingers were like steel claws, embedded in the skin, and every muscle bulged from the exertion.

With another violent twist, the power was instantly transmitted from the waist to the arms.

At that moment, time seemed to freeze. The onlookers could clearly see the skin of the prisoner's joints being pulled and his muscles trembling slightly.

There was only a crisp sound of "click", as if the bones were protesting against the sudden violence.

The prisoner's eyes widened, his pupils filled with shock and pain, and his mouth opened slightly, as if he wanted to scream in pain, but was suppressed by the extreme pain.

His body slumped involuntarily, and his injured arm hung down at a weird angle, like a lifeless puppet.

Letting go of his hand, the prisoner collapsed to the ground.

The man stretched out a hand and helped the waitress, who was so frightened that she fell to the ground in panic.

"Kazema-kun!"

Xiaolan exclaimed. (End of chapter)