Conan's grammatical investigator

Chapter 1470 Death of Ise River

Conan and Hattori Heiji walked and talked, getting farther and farther away.

The two talked a lot about the organization.

In fact, although Hattori Heiji knew about the organization, he was not with Conan, so he could not update the version in real time.

It was not until now that he learned that investigation organizations around the world were already in the cooperation stage, and Conan's father, Kudo Yusaku, was currently serving as the chief consultant of the entire joint investigation team.

"Hey! Why are you telling me such a big thing now?"

"That's not a good enough friend~"

Hattori Heiji squatted down, nudged Conan with his elbow, squinted his eyes and smiled: "Since your father is in charge of that group, let me join in, right?"

"How's it going? Kudo~"

Conan glanced at him helplessly and muttered, "How can I have such a big face? Even I don't know the specific situation of this investigation team..."

Compared to Hattori Heiji's passion, Conan's face was serious.

He always felt that things were not that simple.

This joint operation is unprecedented in both scale and intensity, so it is impossible for the organization not to receive any information about it.

But until now, the organization does not seem to have taken any active measures to deal with it.

This silence is so scary...

"Hey!"

"Who's there?"

Suddenly, Hattori Heiji next to him turned his head and stared vigilantly at a bush not far away.

Conan immediately came to his senses and asked, "What's wrong?"

"There seems to be something over there..."

Conan looked in the direction where Hattori Heiji was looking, and it looked like a rather lush bush.

The two walked over to check, and Hattori Heiji reached out and pulled aside the bushes, but there was nothing inside.

Just then, a brown squirrel sat on the ground not far away, making a squeaking sound.

Obviously, it was this little guy who disturbed the two of them just now.

"Tsk, it turned out to be a squirrel..."

Hattori Heiji gave him a disdainful look and didn't take it to heart.

Conan turned around and said, "Forget it, we should go back."

"Row……"

Hattori Heiji nodded and then started grinning again.

"By the way, can you tell your dad about joining the investigation team? What if he allows me to join?"

"Are you kidding me?"

"Hey~ It won't cost you anything if you tell me~"

"You're annoying..."

"If you don't agree, I will bother you today~"

The two of them walked back along the same path towards the villa.

The little squirrel that was standing on the ground just now was also jumping towards the deep forest.

Suddenly, a gray hand stretched out from the bushes, grabbed the squirrel accurately, and dragged it into the darkness.

……

The shoot lasted six hours.

Until 5 o'clock in the afternoon, the last scene before dinner was being filmed in a room in the villa.

The actress on the monitor was seen taking out a large sword with a skull hilt from the treasure chest.

"This is the magic sword that Yaozi mentioned, which will turn zombies into ashes with just one touch... the Zombie Sword."

"Strange, what's going on with this feeling?"

"It feels like something has entered my body..."

“Ah! It’s power!”

“I feel the power!”

After a very childish confessional line, the actress made a shameful expression in front of the glowing sword as if she was about to climax.

"Very good! Card!"

With the director's "Cut", the actress put down the big sword in her hand and her expression returned to her usual coldness.

This made Conan and Hattori Heiji, who were standing on the sidelines watching, feel a little embarrassed.

Haha, it's a low-budget movie indeed, it looks cheap and shameful...

However, this shooting effect made Mao Lilan and Toyama Kazuha's eyes light up.

“It feels so shocking!”

"Yeah! That's amazing~"

At this time, the few remaining crew members compared the shooting results with each other and confirmed that the film could be passed.

The remaining shots took place at night, so they had to be shot at night.

Since it was still early, everyone decided to have dinner first and then wait until nightfall before shooting.

"By the way, where did Harawaki go today?" the director suddenly asked.

The photographer next to him looked around the set and murmured, "That's strange. Normally, he would be picky about the filming..."

"Then let's go help find him, okay?"

Conan's innocent face appeared beside the two of them with a smile.

The reason he took the initiative to show his courtesy was that Kogoro Mori's health seemed to have not recovered yet, and it would be great if he could be allowed to stay here for one night.

And staying here can also avoid the risk of being targeted by the organization when returning to the office.

The director and the photographer turned their heads in surprise. Before they could answer, Hattori Heiji pushed Conan's back and walked out, saying as he walked: "Anyway, he is in this villa, let's look for him~"

"Ah? Sorry to bother you guys..."

……

When Conan and Hattori Heiji came to the corridor, they went straight to the second floor.

During this period, Hattori Heiji was still trying hard to persuade Conan to join the investigation team.

Although Conan repeatedly stated that he couldn't do it, this Osaka black chicken just wouldn't give up.

"We are best friends~"

"Good friends need to support each other at this time~"

"Ha ha……"

Conan grinned slightly and laughed helplessly twice.

The two walked to the door of "Harawaki"'s room, who was the very confident screenwriter in the morning.

"Hey, everyone, it's time to start eating your lunch~"

"If it's too late, everything will be gone~"

Hattori Heiji stood at the door and called twice. Seeing no response from inside, he reached out and pulled the door handle.

With this pull, the door opened directly.

The screenwriter inside was lying on the floor in a weird posture.

Conan and Hattori Heiji's pupils suddenly shrank, and they quickly ran into the room and walked around to the front of the screenwriter.

I saw him lying on the floor with his body slightly curled up, his eyes closed forever.

Conan stretched out his hand to check the pulse, and then said in an angry tone: "Damn it, he's dead..."

Hattori Heiji stared at the corpse's outstretched right hand, which contained a black cell phone.

He grabbed the phone with a handkerchief, only to see that it was in shooting mode. The screen showed Conan's focused look as he lay over the corpse's mouth and sniffed.

"It smells like bitter almonds. It's potassium cyanide..."

Conan straightened up and made his own judgment. "Look at this again..."

Hattori Heiji showed the deceased's cell phone.

Conan looked up and was also shocked.

"They're still recording..."

The two looked at each other and immediately realized that the incident might have been recorded.

So, the two of them got together tacitly and started looking through the videos on their mobile phones.

……

In a dark car.

Rum opened the curtain of the car window next to him and looked out.

Next to the left eye covered by a black eye patch, the only normal right eye was staring at the fiery clouds above the distant mountains.

And under the afterglow of the setting sun, a grand villa estate is located at the foot of the mountain.

The entire manor is like the Hanging Gardens of Ancient Babylon, with steps built against the mountain and gardens in various areas lined up one after another, creating a very artistic feel.

On the four sides of the manor, four angel statues stand on the top of the lighthouse, posing elegantly towards the four directions of east, south, west and north.

Rum's expression was a little serious, and he picked up the walkie-talkie.

"start to act……"

As his voice fell, several responses came from the intercom.

Then, there was another heavy sound of the power being pulled.

Eng——

As the sound of the switch was pulled, the huge manor below remained silent.

But it seems something happened again...

For example, the searchlights that were supposed to come on at dusk no longer worked, and the manor's anti-theft system was completely inoperable.

The images on the four cameras of the laptop computer on the small table in front of Rum also began to move.

The four images moved very quickly and soon arrived in front of the gate of the manor.

They easily climbed over four different gates and continued to grope their way into the interior of the manor.

Rum stared at the familiar scenes in the camera screen, and his mind was immersed in memories from long ago.

"Dad! Look! I've finished my homework!"

"Very good, dear child, I will buy you some candy when Dad comes back..."

In Yuichi Isegawa's childhood memory, his father Gozo Isegawa was a complex noun with multiple twists and turns.

When he was very young, his young father was a busy man with his career, but he did not lack love for his family.

I stay at home for at least 4 hours every day.

At that time, Yuichi would always finish his homework before his father's dinner time and receive praise from his father before he left home.

But I don’t know since when, my father’s attitude began to become cold.

He was cold to his wife and children, and even to himself, who had ranked first in the grade, he just glanced at him indifferently and then turned and left.

From then on, the time that Isegawa Gozo spent returning home each day was shortened to less than 2 hours.

Yuichi didn't know what he had done wrong, so he could only work harder to get his father's attention.

This thought lasted for a long time.

With Yuichi's unremitting efforts, he was admitted to the best university in Japan with a score close to full marks. After graduation, he passed the assessment and officially joined his father's company.

At that time, Yuichi thought that as long as he worked hard, he could get closer to his father step by step.

So he worked diligently and helped "Manniu"'s company create one stock market miracle after another.

But even so, Isegawa Tsuyoshi was still unwilling to talk to him much, and even passed on orders through his assistant.

However, Yuichi made rapid progress within the company and at the age of 30 he was promoted to the position of vice president of the company, second only to his father Kouzo.

One day, Isegawa Gozo finally called him back home from the company.

Originally, Yuichi was feeling nervous, thinking that his father was finally ready to recognize him.

But when the father and son were facing each other in the study, an old man appeared in the room.

The old man sat behind the screen in the corner of the study. Just from the old silhouette created by the light, there was an indescribable sense of mystery.

"Rum, is this your best offspring?"

"Yes, Karasuma-sama."

Isegawa Gozo was extremely respectful towards the figure from behind, and this completely shocked Yuichi's worldview.

Because in his entire life, he had never seen his father be so respectful to anyone.

This is the "Bull" Iseya Gozo!

A person who can call the shots in the Japanese stock market!
Countless powerful people in Japan want to make friends with someone who flatters them!
Such a high-ranking person is actually being so respectful to an old man?

Who is this old man?

"Young man, come forward and let me see you..."

The old voice commanded.

Yuichi didn't know why, but he kept walking forward as if his mind was possessed.

When he stood less than 2 meters away from the screen for less than 1 second, the old voice gave his judgment.

"not bad……"

“Better than Pisco’s offspring.”

Xiong Yi bent his body slightly, staring blankly at the silhouette on the screen, not knowing what it meant.

The silhouette was motionless and incredibly solemn.

At one point Yuichi even thought it was fake, and there might be a tape recorder or a sticker stuck on the screen behind it.

But suddenly, the silhouette moved.

A thin and withered hand stretched out from the gap beside the screen, and a black ball was held in the palm of the hand.

"Taking this medicine can greatly delay the aging of your body..."

Xiong Yi was stunned, staring at the black sphere in his palm, his thoughts a little confused for a moment.

anti aging?
Did I hear that correctly?

He turned his head to his father behind him, trying to seek help, but Isegawa Gozo just stood there silently with no expression on his face.

Yuichi couldn't get an answer from his father, so he could only turn his head and continue staring at the silhouette behind the screen.

The person inside seemed to have guessed what he was thinking and comforted him, "Don't worry, this isn't given to you for free..."

"I want you to inherit your father's code name and serve me loyally."

"I want you to be the second-in-command of the organization and to carry out my orders without hesitation."

"I want you to grow up as quickly as possible, to surpass your father..."

"Until I can inherit this huge empire that I created with my own hands."

The figure behind the screen spoke a series of words that deeply shocked Yuichi's heart.

He felt an unprecedented sense of mission.

It was as if a path brighter than the one his father... no, than the one that Iseya Gozo had taken was right before his eyes.

He reached out his hand tremblingly and picked up the pill from his wrinkled palm.

He stared at the pill carefully for a few seconds, then closed his eyes and swallowed the pill.

It's hard to judge the taste of this black pill...

In short, it’s not very good.

He chewed it quickly a few times and swallowed it all.

In order not to waste even a bit of the medicine, he even picked up the glass of water from the table next to him and rinsed his mouth carefully.

From then on, Iseya Yuichi died.

A younger, more ruthless second-in-command of the organization, "Rum", was born.