Conan: This repairman is not very knowledgeable

In the hunting area.

Two men are facing off.

The gunman had cornered his prey; one more pull of the trigger would secure final victory.

"Horiguchi, if it weren't for you, I wouldn't have ended up like this, with my wife and children separated!"

The two were of similar age, around forty, and dressed for outdoor activities.

The man holding the gun, surnamed Otsuka, was a bit fatter, which was probably why he chased the other man for so long. But this time, he was shot in the leg and couldn't run away.

"Otsuka, what nonsense are you talking about? I got that deal fair and square, and no one forced you to resign!" The man with injured arms and legs, who was leaning against the big tree, argued with wide eyes.

"Don't think I don't know who you're trying to impress with that victorious attitude!"

"It's all because of you. After I quit my job, my business failed, and I even had to take out high-interest loans..."

Holding a hunting rifle, Otsuka began to ramble on about his tragic experiences.

It's mostly about business failures, losing all money and property, and wives leaving with children.

When these things are brought up, he seems to have some mental issues; his manic behavior is quite frightening.

“Otsuka, how much money do you owe? I’ll help you pay it off. I’ll give you all the money.”

Seeing the other person's appearance, Horiguchi knew that this guy was not afraid of killing, and hurriedly spoke.

"I don't want money, right now, I want you dead!" Otsuka suddenly raised his gun and pointed it at the other person's head several meters away.

With a distance of less than ten meters, I won't miss this time!

Go to hell!
"stop!"

At the crucial moment, Lin Feng and his two companions finally arrived.

This loud shout, like heavenly music, reached Horiguchi's ears. He saw a glimmer of hope for survival, but facing the gun barrel, he dared not make any big moves.

"who are you?"

"Get out of here!" Otsuka asked, his eyes red, then turned to face the three people—two adults and one child—and shouted loudly.

"Even if you kill him, the police will catch you. You should put the gun down."

Lin Feng glanced at Curaçao, who was standing guard beside him, and unusually prepared to use gentle words to persuade him to surrender.

Conan looked up at the guy but didn't say anything.

You look like a stranger to me.

"Get out of my way! What can the police do? I've had enough!" Otsuka shouted, raising his gun and becoming increasingly agitated.

When I was being threatened because I owed money, I didn't see what good those policemen were. Now that they've come to arrest me, let them arrest me!
What a despicable bunch!

You all, go to hell!

"Oh!"

Otsuka's eyes turned bloodshot and he became increasingly crazed. When several people suddenly appeared to stop him from killing, he finally pulled the trigger.

A flash of light appeared at the muzzle, a cloud of smoke billowed out, and the bullet flew toward the young man who had threatened him with the police.

"careful!"

Curaçao kept a close eye on the movement of the other man's finger, and the instant the other man pulled the trigger, he lunged forward.

Lin Feng was thrown away by her.

"watch out!"

Conan didn't have time to pay attention to the two embracing each other. He pressed the switch on his belt and summoned a soccer ball. While the ball was suspended in the air, he turned his boots up to the maximum power and took a shot.

Just as Otsuka was about to load his shotgun, he heard a noise, looked up, and saw a soccer ball crackling with lightning hurtling toward him.

"what!"

A scream.

The skilled hunter, Mr. Otsuka, was so disfigured that he collapsed to the ground unconscious.

This is no joke; you can kick a big tree down, and you can even kick a living person into the shape of a tree.

"Are you alright?" Curaçao caught a glimpse of this scene out of the corner of her eye, but she couldn't understand how Conan had done it. She turned her head and asked the man beneath her with concern.

They were too close face to face, and she tried to move away by supporting herself with her arms, but the other person was holding her too tightly.

"I'm fine, how about you?" Lin Feng nodded and looked into the other person's eyes as he asked.

"I'm fine too."

Crisis resolved.

The round, perky parts of her chest were deformed from being pressed down.

Curaçao blushed slightly. The other person's body was like a furnace; even through two layers of clothing pressed tightly together, she could feel the heat.

This might be the first time in her life that she has experienced this kind of emotion, like liking someone...

"Let me go, there are other people here." Curaçao took a deep breath, not daring to look at the other person's face, and turned to look to the side as she spoke.

Thankfully, Conan had already gone to check on the injured person, otherwise...

"I was shot and almost got hit, so I was really scared. No one will say anything if I hold on a little longer," Lin Feng said with a smile, not letting go.

It feels great, very elastic, and it's a willing choice; only a fool would let go.

"Why would you risk being shot to come and save people if I weren't here..."

Curaçao didn't quite like the other party's sense of justice.

But then she remembered herself.

I was just a stranger who had been in a car accident and was rescued by the other party.

This man...

Thinking of this, Curaçao relaxed a little.

Being held tightly in someone's arms gives you a sense of security.

"Cough cough."

Conan, who had finished checking on the injured person, came back, turned his gaze to the side, and coughed lightly.

Why are you two still hugging...?

If it weren't for seeing that the bullet hit the trunk of a big tree, Detective Dog Head would have thought the two people had been shot.

"..."

Upon hearing the sound, Curaçao quickly struggled to her feet, turned her back, and straightened her slightly wrinkled clothes.

"How is he?" Lin Feng glanced at the dog-headed detective and asked, sitting on the ground.

"It's not a vital injury, but it needs to be bandaged up." Conan looked helpless.

It's not like I'm blind.

However, dealing with my current small arms and legs is proving quite difficult.

Lin Feng got up and walked over, kicked the hunting rifle aside, tore some strips of cloth from the gunman's body, and began to bandage him.

"A little pain."

As soon as the other party made a move, Horiguchi gasped in pain.

This young man has a strong grip!

Lin Feng ignored him. "You interrupted my spellcasting, so you deserve to be punished."

"Mr. Horiguchi, you two seem to have quite a conflict. How come you ended up going up the mountain together?" Conan already knew the other person's name and asked about the reason for the case.

“We used to be colleagues, but we haven’t been in touch for a long time. He called me recently, and it seemed like he’d made it big in the world. He asked me to go hunting with him, but I never expected this…”

Mr. Horiguchi said, wincing in pain, but he dared not say anything in front of his savior.

"..."

Conan glanced speechlessly at the rough repairman.

I barely escaped death, I hope I don't die at your hands... (End of Chapter)