Conan: This repairman is not very knowledgeable

After a brief conversation, the two returned to Polo.

"Manager, are you alright?" Azi asked.

She was also quite busy with this event, but it was still within an acceptable range. Mr. Amuro, on the other hand, was in a terrible situation.

“It’s okay, Amuro said he’s happy to be back at work.”

Lin Feng smiled and said.

"..." Amuro could only nod helplessly.

This guy knows he hired someone to spy on him before, and now he wants to get revenge openly...

"Really?" Uncle Mori couldn't help but glance at Amuro.

With such patience, you'll succeed at whatever you do.

"Um……"

Paul also looked at the undercover police officer.

I wonder what they've come back to investigate this time?
……

Airport direction.

A blond man in his forties with a full beard pulled a suitcase out of the airport.

His clothes were very casual and unremarkable, and he looked like a tourist asking for directions while holding a brochure.

"Mihana Town?"

The taxi driver looked at the foreign man who was about his age, slowly started the car, and drove towards his destination.

Last night, my wife told me that there was some news about Beika Town.

I've forgotten, but it was probably someone else who was murdered.

Of course, this kind of news is not uncommon, and everyone is used to it.

However, tourists should still be reminded to avoid conflicts with others.

The kind-hearted middle-aged driver began speaking to the bearded tourist in broken English.

"Why?"

Bruce was puzzled when the driver mentioned things like the importance of managing interpersonal relationships.

What taxi driver would remind you of this? I didn't hear about this when I was in Japan for "business" last time.

"In short, there have been several incidents recently, and I feel that people are becoming more and more restless," the driver explained, glancing at the rearview mirror.

"Is that so?" Bruce didn't ask any further questions, but simply nodded, and then, like any other tourist, inquired about the best food and fun activities.

Excuse me, I'm here to cause trouble!

First, find a hotel near Beika Town or Beika Town to stay in, and then contact some old friends to get some equipment.

Yes, and we also need to contact a few helpers.

According to the information provided by that organization, this guy called the Dark Knight is not easy to deal with.

However, the people in this organization cannot be completely trusted.

Yes, as an industry legend, Bruce believes that there must be traitors in that organization who betrayed the information, and they are absolutely not trustworthy.

He hadn't discussed the plans or itinerary with the other party at all; this time, he intended to use his own people.

While chatting casually with the driver, Bruce kept thinking about the hunting plan.

"It seems there's been a problem up ahead."

The vehicle slowed down, and there was a growing trend of traffic jam. The driver frowned and said.

Was it a traffic accident?

Bruce looked puzzled. Being stuck here was not good news; he was going to be very busy.

"Wait a minute, let me ask." Seeing the car moving at a snail's pace, the driver took out his phone to make a call.

Don't underestimate the connections of experienced drivers.

"I see... I understand."

After talking to someone for two or three minutes, the driver seemed to understand.

"The police are conducting a security check ahead!"

"Security check? What kind of check?"

Bruce was taken aback; he hadn't done anything yet.

"It's a jewelry robbery, it has nothing to do with us. The police are checking passing vehicles."

The driver cursed and waved his hand.

Today was unlucky enough, something else happened.

Beika Town is a complete mess.

Bruce didn't say much upon hearing this. He had no firearms or contraband on him, and his identity was verifiable, so there would be no suspicious circumstances.

The main problem was that they didn't own any jewelry. The traffic moved slowly forward, and finally it was their turn to go through the inspection.

"Sir, please show me your passport."

After comparing the driver's photo, the police asked for Bruce's identification.

"Any questions?"

Bruce took off his sunglasses and looked at the police officers outside the window.

Does it really take this long? The traffic jam behind us is terrible.

"Sorry, it'll be done soon." The policewoman smiled at him.

"There have been some criminal cases involving foreigners recently, so the investigations might be stricter," the experienced driver explained, turning to offer a helpful explanation.

"..."

Bruce was confused.

Why are there so many crimes?

There were more incidents than in the places where I lived in seclusion abroad.

After a slight delay, the taxi headed towards Beika Town again.

"The sleeping detective, Kogoro Mouri, previously helped the police arrest a criminal at Beika Hospital..."

The radio is broadcasting the news.

"Seriously, that Kogoro Mouri is a plague."

The experienced driver switched radio stations again.

This is showing the recent robbery of Miho Jewelry. One person died, and another was seriously injured. The weapon used by the robbers was...

Bruce's eyes flickered.

He actually understands Japanese.

These news stories are indeed quite sensational.

However, they are just ordinary people.

With that thought in mind, Bruce, who had previously had some doubts about the city, stopped thinking about it.

A short while later, the taxi stopped downstairs at the Mihua Hotel.

Bruce pushed his luggage into the hotel, and the staff were very friendly, helping him all the way to his room.

He didn't really like the thirteenth floor, but it didn't matter; he was only staying one night.

After a lavish dinner and a bottle of wine that was ridiculously expensive, Bruce, wearing a bathrobe, had ripped off his beard and was smiling as he looked at the city's night view.

Find that guy in the darkness and kill him!
"Dong Dong Dong~"

Suddenly, there was a knock on the door.

Bruce frowned.

This time?

I've already put up a "Do Not Disturb" sign.

"Wait a moment!"

Bruce called out to the door and quickly grabbed his things and went into the bathroom.

Two minutes later.

Bruce, now sporting a freshly applied beard, opened the door.

Unexpectedly, the person knocking on the door wasn't a hotel staff member, but rather...

"police!"

The fat man in the orange clothes took out his ID and placed it in front of the foreign guest's face.

The incident happened suddenly, and Bruce instinctively reached for his waist and legs.

Wearing a bathrobe, without weapons.

However, I could handle those two policemen with my bare hands!

"What happened?" Bruce asked, shrugging.

"I'm sorry, there's been a little trouble in the room next to yours, and we need to ask you a few questions."

Officer Takagi, who has dark skin, stepped forward to explain.

Yes, it was a murder.

“I do think I heard a scream, but, officer, I didn’t know it was the sound of someone killing me…”

Bruce thought the high-pitched scream was a shy sound.

Damn it, someone died next door.

What a lousy place! We got raided by the police twice in one day! (End of Chapter)