Chapter 725 Add Chicken Legs

"You were actually shopping in the mall when your husband was attacked. Xiao Ziye, you are really not suitable for Heji-kun, right?"

"It was just a coincidence. I rushed over as soon as I heard the news about Heiji's attack!"

In the ward of Hakodate Hospital, Hattori Heiji was lying on the bed eating an apple and helplessly stared at the two girls arguing in front of him, thinking of Edogawa Conan who was still unconscious in the next bed.

"You two keep your voices down..."

"Heiji, shut up!"

Hattori Heiji sighed after being yelled at, and turned to look at Maori Ran, who was flustered and holding Conan's hand silently stroking his tears.

"He's fine. He just inhaled too much anesthetic spray and will be comatose for a few hours."

"I know." Xiaolan wiped the elementary school student's dry face with a wet wipe: "I just don't understand why he was attacked inexplicably."

"I'm afraid it has something to do with the dead lawyer."

Iori Muga opened his mouth to answer, interrupting the argument between the girls who were tired of hearing it: "The first possibility is that Kugaki Sumito's death was involved in something troublesome, so the murderer killed you in order not to be discovered."

"The second possibility is that the golf bag was packed inside and disappeared. In order not to be noticed, it was deliberately attacked to divert attention."

Hattori Heiji lifted the quilt and sat up on the bed: "No matter what the possibility is, it's very reasonable."

The ward gradually became quiet. No one wanted to disturb the thinking of the two people who were still awake. They wanted to mute the TV in the ward. Ooka Momiji took the remote control and realized that the news seemed to be playing urgently on the TV. .

"Look!"

In the news, a large truck directly knocked over the taxi, and then jumped to the host's broadcast.

"The latest news is that the famous cartoonist Kudo Yuji was killed in a terrorist attack half an hour ago. There were fifteen explosions in the city. Currently, the police station and the departments directly under the Tokyo Metropolitan Police Department have taken control and implemented isolation inspections on nearby residents. The letter The museum has entered a level 1 alert state.”

The scene cuts to the moment when the taxi explodes, followed by a live broadcast of the kendo competition.

"It must be a joke..." Toyama Kazuha said with a stiff expression: "Because that's Yuji, how is that possible?"

"Iori?"

Ooka Hongye also looked at the security guard seriously: "Is there any news from us?"

"Mr. Minami seems to have just sent a team of anti-terrorism teams. They are expected to arrive in Hakodate in an hour." Iori Muga hesitated: "We should evacuate from Hokkaido first. Although the entire city is currently blocked by the Self-Defense Forces, But in the name of the Ooka family, if we leave..."

I still have some fond feelings for the naughty boy Iori Muga, but Ooka Momiji and Toyama Kazuha, who are closer to each other, are even more sad.

"Heiji?!"

Hattori Heiji jumped down from the hospital bed and reached out to pull out the needle and prepared to change his clothes.

"That kid is definitely not dead. I have to find him."

"Then I'll stay here." Mao Lilan looked at Hattori Heiji seriously, took out the key of the Kawasaki motorcycle from his pocket and threw it to Hattori Heiji.

"I will try to keep everyone waiting in this room until Conan wakes up."

"Um."

…

"Dead."

Dequan looked at the body on the bed in front of him and said with indifference, "He is just an ordinary junior high school student, but he really trusts others so casually."

Holding the Glock, Dequan laughed, took out the magazine and glanced at it: "It was so pleasant to find that I was pointing a gun at me, and the gun in my hand was empty."

The bodyguards in suits all around looked at their heads in confusion, and then turned their heads collectively, not wanting to look any further.

"Hey, Uncle Dequan, you're not acting perverted enough."

At the outermost edge of the crowd, Yuji, who was sitting in the corner holding a drawing board, was extremely dissatisfied. He waved his fists to express his thoughts: "What if the new cadres in the comics are not enough for children to find annoying? The adventure group must face A new test.”

"Yuji-kun, if you really want to draw the manga well, then at least change it to something more reasonable to play the role of the corpse?"

Dequan helplessly picked up the one-legged beautiful girl figure on the bed: "What is this?"

"You are indeed a junior high school student, aren't you?" Yuji pointed at the figure with a pen. "Hoshi" is the character's name.

"What about the body?"

"The two-dimensional figure corpse is also a corpse. I will complain that you despise the two-dimensional thing."

The boy's words caused an angry mark to explode on Dequan's head: "Then the magazine or something..."

"I'm free to express myself in this part. You see, as soon as the lines are said, everyone will immediately think that you are an evil cadre." Yuji looked at the bodyguards around him and found that everyone was frozen in place. He took out his mobile phone and sent a voice message to play again. Read it again.

[Were you attacked? That's so good... Ahem, that's too much. That guy Dequan really disappointed me. Speaking of which, dear grandson, have you ever thought about disappearing for a while? Grandpa happens to be planning to send some people over, and this is a great opportunity. ]

[Those guys? Just give your orders and ask them to pick a few houses to be demolished to plant bombs, and then call you when the anti-terrorism team arrives. ]

"Mr. Tokizumi's acting skills are good, everyone?"

"That's right, the boss is like a real pervert!" The second-in-command's stab in the back made Dequan stare in disbelief, followed closely by the agreement of others.

"Five cities?!"

[I’m sorry, boss. It’s obvious that this guy will be the boss in the future.]

“Born a bad guy!”

“That madness is too real!”

Even Yuji felt that they seemed to have gone too far, especially the guys who were getting more and more excited. Were they really not doing it on purpose?

“Ahem, Mr. Tokuizumi is still very reliable. For example, when something happened just now, he asked you to confiscate the mobile phones of all the onlookers.”

Yuji’s affirmation touched Tokuizumi’s heart. His words warmed his whole body. He didn’t remember that it was this guy who ordered the little guys to surround and stab him just now.

“Before the people sent here arrive, I have to rush out this week’s manuscript.”

He has a child now. He is no longer a young man who only cares about having fun. He can’t be a pigeon spirit anymore.

"We have to continue thinking about the plot. I want to draw a scene where a dozen gangsters besiege a policeman in a furniture store. You can act it out for me."

While the boy lowered his head, Mr. Gojo took the initiative to suggest: "I think the great police role should be played by motivated young people."

"Oh?"

Yuji was stunned for a moment, pointing at the bodyguards who retreated collectively: "But your subordinates don't seem to think so?"

[Very humane, not grabbing the wool. 】

"Ah?"

The second-in-command turned around and found that the little guys were already looking at him with a vicious look.

"What are they doing?" The boy turned his head and glanced at Dequan who was sitting cross-legged beside him.

"Yuji, who comes from an actor's family, must be very familiar with it." Dequan explained meaningfully.

"They are called into the role."

"I see, this is not strange, it makes sense."

Yuji gave Gojo a thumbs up: "I will ask the old man to give you a chicken leg."

"Mr. Nan?!" Gojo swallowed his saliva.

[Chicken leg... should be a code word for a promotion and salary increase! ]

Gojo-kun, who had given himself a boost, patted his chest and said, "Come on, let me show you what a Kyoto Jackie is!"