Conan: Rice Flower Spring

Chapter 345, Page 339: Beating People Like Hanging a Painting

Lin Longma carefully counted the banknotes in the envelope, and after confirming that it was 30 yen, he said to the fake Nakamura Misao, "Very good, we have received your deposit."

I'll contact Mr. Mori now; barring any unforeseen circumstances, he should be here tonight.

Upon hearing this, the fake Nakamura Misao looked troubled: "Assistant Hayashi, couldn't Mr. Mori have arrived a little sooner?"

"Faster? What do you mean? Do you want it expedited?"

Lin Longma asked the two of them.

Upon hearing this, Conan instinctively covered his eyes—goodness, are people really willing to be fooled?
“That’s right, that’s right!” The two unknown thugs were clearly unaware of Lin Longma’s sinister intentions.

Upon hearing the word "urgent," he nodded eagerly.

"We're in a real hurry! Could you please ask Mr. Mori to come a little faster?"

"To be honest, Mr. Mori's schedule is all arranged. The fact that he was able to arrive tonight shows that your commission is a big one."

If you want it expedited, it's not impossible, but..."

"But?" The two thugs had already sensed something was wrong, but little did they know that the map of Yan had already been pulled to the very back.

The hidden dagger has been revealed in a grand manner!
"But it'll cost extra!"

"Let me tell you about the expedited service fee for Mr. Mori," Lin Longma blurted out before the two could even react.
"Normally, there is no charge if Mr. Mori arrives before midnight; if he arrives before 10 p.m., there will be an express fee of 10 yen."

The express fee for arriving before 8 p.m. is 20 yen, and so on.

An additional 10 yen is required for arriving two hours early.

The maximum is 6 hours—any earlier, even if Mr. Mori wanted to, he probably wouldn't make it in time.

After Lin Longma finished speaking, he looked kindly at the two silly... two high-quality clients: "When would you two like Mr. Mori to arrive?"

At this moment, the fake Nakamura Misao and the man with the small mustache turned pale and then red.

Wasn't their purpose in spying on the real Nakamura Misao and imprisoning him in the villa's attic precisely to make money?

But they suddenly realized that these detectives made money much more easily than they did as bandits...

They had to do physical labor and risk being wanted by the police to become robbers.

They even had to guard against the gang leader "embezzling" high-value goods.

The two unfortunate thugs' operation was essentially an attempt to "demand back pay" from their deceased gang leader.

Who would have thought that their leader had probably been on guard against this move all along?

The goods embezzled by the boss were not directly handed over to Nakamura Misao; the boss even used the most subtle methods to hint at them…

If Nakamura Misao hadn't been quick-witted enough to hire a detective, how long would it have taken them to find this "inheritance"?
But just because it's urgent, they're going to give Kogoro Mouri such a large sum of money... I can hardly believe it, whether it's the fake Nakamura Misao or the two little mustaches.

But "when you're under someone's roof, you have to bow your head." For the sake of their leader's "legacy," they had to endure it!
patience!
The fake Nakamura Misao slowly concealed the fierce glint in his eyes and forced a smile: "Mr. Mori, of course, the sooner the better."

If my cousin and I chip in a little more, we'll definitely be able to scrape together the express fee for Mr. Mori!

“Very good, then let’s do it this way!” Lin Longma’s voice suddenly grew louder at the last few words of his sentence, and then he grabbed the cast on the injured arm of fake Nakamura Misao.

The sudden change in the scene caught everyone off guard. Lin Longma grabbed the white plaster cast and bandages and slammed them onto the coffee table.

It was clear that Lin Longma was preparing to strike first.

In a fight where only one side can stand, any means are justified. Therefore, Ryoma Hayashi chose to target the weaknesses of the fake Nakamura Misao.

After the plaster crumbled, it did not reveal the fake Nakamura Misao's "remains." On the contrary, what was under the plaster made Ryoma Lin break out in a cold sweat.

This bastard is holding a handgun?!

Being in the organization, Ryoma Hayashi had seen all sorts of sly characters. But he had never seen anyone as cunning as this fake Nakamura Misao before.

This guy's arm wasn't injured at all; the so-called cast and bandages were just a cover for the gun.

The safety on the gun wasn't engaged at all, which means that the pistol in the fake Nakamura Misao's hand was ready to fire at any moment.

How can this be allowed?

The moment the plaster cracked, the fake Nakamura Misao realized what was happening and immediately prepared to aim his gun at Ryoma Hayashi and Ran Mouri.

But he was faster than Lin Longma. Lin Longma didn't loosen his grip on his arm at all and slammed it down hard!
When Ryoma and the fake Nakamura Misao were fighting over the pistol, the stunned man with the small mustache finally realized what was happening.

He wasn't as cunning as his accomplices; he simply hid the pistol on his lower back.

Upon discovering that Lin Longma was attacking them, their first instinct was to draw their guns and take control of the scene.

"Ran-neechan, now's the time!!!" Conan's super brain made an accurate judgment.

Is now the time to use a wristwatch tranquilizer gun? No, wristwatch tranquilizer guns are prone to missing when the target is moving erratically.

So is now the time to use a football? No, there's nothing around that's suitable to be used as a football.

Nothing works, nothing works, and Conan suddenly remembered his secret weapon—summoning Saint Seiya Ran.

Without Conan even needing to remind her, Ran Mouri realized he was up to no good the moment the two-pronged mustache reached behind his back.

He fully charged up his strength, and then unleashed a whip kick accompanied by a whooshing sound!
The crisp sound of the blows almost made Lin Longma and the fake Nakamura Misao forget their "argument".

Two small mustaches took a hard kick from Ran Mouri and before they could even speak, they were thrown into the air and obediently "hanging" on the villa wall.

Hitting someone like they're hanging a painting?!
The fake Nakamura Misao was startled, and Lin Longma didn't let this opportunity slip by. He swiftly seized the gun and smashed the butt of the gun onto the fake Nakamura Misao's head.

The fake Nakamura Misao turned his head blankly to look at Ryoma Hayashi.

Lin Longma gave an apologetic smile and then smashed the fake item several more times with even more force, finally knocking it unconscious.

"Tsk, you have no emotional intelligence at all? I'm so unfamiliar with this, and you don't even know how to cooperate?"
Why suffer like this...?

Lin Longma carefully put away the counterfeit gun and couldn't help but complain.

The fake was lying on the ground, his face covered in blood, barely breathing, but no one objected.

It is justified to use any amount of force when facing an armed criminal.

Only then did Lin Longma have the energy to examine the painting on the wall. He looked at the "painting" and then at Mao Lilan.

They seemed somewhat curious about how this not-so-muscular physique could achieve such an exaggerated effect.

Also, Ryoma Hayashi seems to have a slight understanding of why Conan would rather die than reveal his identity.

If he told the truth, would Conan really survive?

(End of this chapter)