Conan: This repairman is not very knowledgeable

"Dad, the murderer is Mr. Debei, so what is going on here?"

Xiaolan interrupted the discussion between Officer Yamamura and Uncle Maori about the drinking party, and picked up the painting that Mr. Debei had drawn based on her dictation.

"Mr. Maori, seriously, do you think this is an alien?" Officer Yamamura also asked seriously.

As expected, this painting will be stored in the deepest part of the archives of the Gunma Prefectural Police Department, the top-secret X-file!

"..."

"Teacher Maori, maybe you can solve this puzzle if you sleep again." Lin Feng couldn't help but laugh when he saw that everyone was staring at the uncle with a mustache.

"I think it must be because Sister Xiaolan was too scared and saw it wrongly."

Conan stood nearby and patted the repairman's leg with a smile.

Stop talking nonsense, I don't have a second anesthetic needle...

"It's probably the shadow of a tree..." Uncle Maori also said perfunctorily that he didn't want to sleep any longer.

"Well, actually, it should be me she saw..." Nohira Bosuke raised his hand, took out a mask from his pocket and put it on.

After putting on the N95, the bulge on his mouth is indeed similar to the one in the painting.

Next is a baseball cap worn backwards, and the bulge on the back is a backpack...

As the reporter returned to his attire from last night, everyone looked at him speechlessly.

"Officer, if you want to catch the alien, I think you can take him away." Touzi said with a smile.

Stupid police officer...

"Really? Since you knew someone was scared by you, you should have admitted it earlier!" Officer Yamamura said with a speechless expression after being teased.

"I'm just afraid that I'll be suspected if I tell the truth." Nohira Bosuke did go out to look for news material last night, but who knows whether others will believe it.

After the incident was over, the reporter took out a recorder and interviewed the sleeping Kogoro.

It seems that he has finally found the news material he has been searching for for so long, and maybe he can even make a big splash with it.

Lin Feng and his friends had no intention of staying in Gunma overnight. Uncle Maori and his friends came by rented a car, and after some discussion, they followed him back to Beika Town.

"What do you think about Mr. Amuro?"

In the evening, everyone went back to their homes, and Conan climbed into Lin Feng's car again, ready to go to the doctor's place.

"Why am I looking at him?" Lin Feng reminded the Dog-Head Detective to fasten his seat belt, then started the car.

"He ran to the uncle's car and kept asking about the details of the case. I was so nervous." Conan held his chin with a speechless look.

Really, detectives just love to get to the bottom of things.

"Teacher Maori is very good at dealing with this." At least that's what Lin Feng thought.

No matter who does the interview, the mustache detective can always make up a bunch of nonsense.

"Mr. Amuro is ready to recommend a psychiatrist to you..." Conan said with two weak laughs.

It is obvious that another personality has appeared, and that personality can also perform ventriloquism.

“No one is going to treat this disease.”

"A personality that never causes trouble can also help you become a famous detective." Lin Feng honked twice at the car in front.

The light has changed but he still hasn't left. I don't know what's going on.

"I mean, isn't Mr. Amuro a little too curious?"

Conan saw a young man get out of the black car in front of him, and he seemed very dissatisfied with the mechanic who honked the horn.

"Is he scolding me?" Lin Feng asked curiously when he saw the other party pointing at him and saying something.

"Probably..." Conan wanted to persuade the mechanic to leave quickly, but he didn't expect that the young man actually walked straight towards the pickup truck.

The car is a luxury car, and the clothes also look like big brands, but they just feel like they have a short lifespan. "Little Flathead, what's the matter?" Lin Feng saw the other party knocking on the car door and immediately lowered the window and asked.

The other person had a short flat head and wore sunglasses, which was quite unique.

"It was you who honked the horn just now!" The guy with the flat head had a bad attitude and was a bit arrogant.

"It was this little kid who pressed the button. He also said that the man in front had no eyes and didn't know how to leave when the light changed." Lin Feng leaned back slightly and pointed his finger at the dog-headed detective on the other side.

"..." Conan pursed his lips.

You are such a...good guy!

"Hey, kid, was it you who pressed the button just now?" The man with the flat head had already stretched his finger into the car window, pointing at Conan and asked loudly.

"Sorry." Conan didn't want to pay attention to him, but he was afraid that he would be beaten to death, so he could only apologize reluctantly.

"You little kid with glasses, stop being so perfunctory. Get out of the car and apologize!" The guy with the flat head refused to leave easily.

"..."

Conan closed his eyes and pretended to sleep.

Evil people will be tortured by evil people.

The bald guy became even more angry when he saw that the brat ignored him. Just when he was about to curse, a strong hand grabbed his head.

It's like having your brain grabbed, it's amazing.

After living for more than twenty years, this was the first time he felt that the skull was so fragile.

"Where do you live?" Lin Feng stretched out his left hand out of the car window, grabbed the other person's head, and felt around in the gap next to the seat with his right hand, while asking with a smile.

"Two, two chome..." The guy with the flat head didn't dare to lie to the other party and told the truth.

He wanted to mention a few people, but he felt that the other party's questioning with a smile was a bit scary, so he didn't dare to do so.

"I can see that you are very brave." Lin Feng took out a pair of pliers, then threw them aside. Finally, he took out a large silver wrench with some blood on it. He didn't know who it belonged to.

"I'm sorry, I was wrong. There are many people watching me. Please let me go!"

After seeing that the forearm-length wrench was stained red, the guy with the flat head completely softened, and did not forget to remind the other party that people around were stopping to watch.

"My brother was scared to death by you, how are you going to compensate him?" Lin Feng asked kindly, holding a wrench and pointing at the elementary school student who was standing still with his eyes closed.

"..."

Conan opened his eyes immediately.

You are dead!

"He's not dead, please let me go. I have money. I'll go to the car to get it for you!" The guy with the flat head felt the strong force on his head. Fear appeared on his face and he begged for mercy.

"Drip!"

"What are you doing?!"

A police car with lights flashing stopped by the roadside, and two female police officers came over and started asking questions.

"Officer Yumei, we caught a drunk driver." Lin Feng let go of his hand, put the wrench aside, and said with a smile.

"Drunk driving?"

Yumi glanced at the shivering guy with a flat head and asked her companion to bring a breathalyser.

The yellow light was on, and the smell was not strong, but he had definitely been drinking.

"I'll go with you!"

The crew-head didn't hesitate, and even didn't want to bother with his own car, and got into the police car. He saw the man holding the wrench with a slightly creepy smile. (End of this chapter)