How Real Wine Became the Light of the Metropolitan Police Department

14 | Visiting 1

"Officer Xin Hai, you've gone too far today! You didn't even report to the police station and acted alone. If the police on the line hadn't reported it to Megure-keibu's police station, we wouldn't have known that you received a call from a criminal." Sitting in the driver's seat, Shiratori on the board started the car and rebuked angrily.

Of course, he had to act alone. If he reported it, how could the police station let him run to the tower alone?

"At that time, there was a young woman on the other side of the phone. It seemed that a bomb had been planted on her body. The prisoner threatened me that I had to go along and that I could not share this information with others. Special circumstances, special response, for the safety of the hostage, I can only do this."

—of course not. The prisoner never said such a thing at all. The prisoner wished that all the police would be helpless under the Tokyo Tower. But he and the prisoner were the only ones who knew the content of the call, so it wasn't just him.

"Speaking of which, shouldn't it be a woman who was originally bound? Why did it become Conan-kun?"

Xin Haikong changed the subject and looked at Conan with a half-smile.

"Ah! Ha! This ah!", Conan touched his head with a guilty conscience. At that time, the hostage was going to be unable to hold it, and he would defuse the bomb again, so he volunteered to replace the hostage, but how to say it.

"That eldest sister, that uncle originally grabbed the eldest sister, but the eldest sister couldn't stand it, and the uncle was very angry. I accidentally tripped and fell in front of the uncle, and the uncle caught me." I don't know if that explanation is possible.

Conan turned his head to look at Xin Haikong, the young man's amber eyes stared at him motionlessly, and under the gaze of those deep eyes, he always felt that everything was invisible.

Full of loopholes. And don't you think it's too late to start pretending to be a primary school student?

"It turns out that Conan-kun is very brave, and you can keep calm under such circumstances." Xin Haikong showed a smile mixed with praise, comfort, and joy, the corners of his lips were slightly raised, and his amber eyes shimmered.

"Speaking of which, thanks to Conan-kun today, we were able to defuse that bomb so smoothly."

Conan recalled the smooth operation when he was defusing the bomb, and his back was cold.

"Ah, it's actually because Shinichi-nii-chan gave me a little experience on how to defuse bombs before."

"Shinichi? Kudo Shinichi? The savior of the Japanese police, Sherlock Holmes in the Heisei era?"

For each title Xin Hai said, Conan's sense of social death increased by one point. No way, to deceive Police Officer Xin Hai, he can only use his large size.

"I didn't expect Conan-kun to know Kudo Shinichi." After enjoying the embarrassed look of the little detective, Xin Haikong thoughtfully changed the topic and reached out and flicked the top of Conan's hair. "In any case, thanks to Conan-kun, we did a great job this time. When Conan-kun grows up, he will probably be a good detective."

Appropriately question the identity of the little detective, and let the other party panic, and then you can pick yourself out cleanly.

So how did you end up in the hospital? Simple.

When the two contemporary inheritors of exaggerated comedy, Xin Haikong and Conan were playing against each other, Shiratori silently drove the car to the Tokyo Police Hospital. After the car stopped, Xin Haikong discovered this fact.