Conan's Exorcist Detective

Chapter 106: A sailor who doesn’t want to be an office worker is not a good cartoonist

Miwako Sato saw Haruhiko using underhanded tactics to force Masao Sato to open the suitcase.

I can't tell whether I'm happy or depressed.

She should be happier, right? After all, she knew Haruhiko did this for her own good.

If she took coercive measures and found nothing, it would be very troublesome if the other party pursued her later.

But Sato Miwako just felt something was wrong.

He is obviously just a high school kid, but he always shows maturity and wit that is not in line with his age. When I am with him, I feel like a rookie detective who has just joined the job.

This feeling of being cared for and considered is slowly eroding Sato Miwako's heart, and from the initial gratitude and appreciation, it has gradually evolved into a strange emotion.

Sato Miwako, who has no emotional experience, can't quite put her finger on what this feeling is.

Admire? Envy?
Or a feeling of being protected?

When she thought of the last possibility, Sato Miwako was shocked.

Are you kidding me? How could I be obsessed with the feeling of being protected by this guy?!
Miwako quickly calmed her mind, cleared the bold ideas from her head, and focused on Sato Masao's suitcase.

Haruhiko watched Sato Masao carefully take out sheets of white paper from the black suitcase and couldn't help but ask, "So... why are they comics?"

"What else?" Sato Masao stared at Haruhiko coldly.

That’s right, his black leather bag was filled with pages of comic manuscripts.

Black and white lines outline the characters and scenes, and are accompanied by dialogues. It seems that this is a story that takes place in modern times.

But what is a bit strange is that the manuscript only contains the content of the first few chapters, but there are many repeated drawings.

A thick stack of drawings was neatly placed in the box, but the corners of some sheets of paper had been soaked with Coke.

Masao Sato used the tissue handed to him by Haruhiko to wipe the Coke that Haruhiko spilled on him, his movements as careful as if he were treating his own child.

Haruhiko rubbed his temple.

So, this is a salaryman who dreams of becoming a cartoonist?
Haruhiko instinctively didn't believe this conclusion.

But the facts were before him. The grief that appeared on Sato Masao's face as he looked at the soaked drawing was definitely not fake.

However, since it has been confirmed that there is nothing wrong with Sato Masao's suitcase, Sato Miwako continued to check other people in the order of their seats. It is estimated that it will take some time to check the women who are gathered together.

And with Conan watching over there, there shouldn't be any problem.

Maybe it was the influence of the entry "Holmes Lion of the Heisei Era," but Haruhiko was now somewhat curious about this guy named Sato Masao.

Haruhiko moved closer, trying to see if he could find out any information.

"It exploded right at the start? That's pretty much in line with the Hollywood movie tropes." Haruhiko looked so familiar, as if he wasn't the one who spilled the Coke on the drawing.

Sato Masao gave Haruhiko a cold look.

Haruhiko pretended not to see it and took a look at the content while the other party was organizing the drawings.

The story probably takes place on a night similar to that of a port, where police officers fight with a group of armed gangsters, and finally the gangsters detonate a bomb and raze the entire scene to the ground.

Most of the comics are fighting, and no useful information is given.

Moreover, the drawing ended after the explosion. It should have only been the beginning, and it is unknown what the subsequent direction of the story will be.

Haruhiko turned his attention back to Sato Masao. "This kind of story isn't popular these days, is it? If you want to hook the reader at the beginning, you need at least a big explosion. An explosion alone won't do."

Masao Sato ignored him and focused on cleaning the Coke liquid in the suitcase.

Haruhiko shamelessly continued to move closer. He now felt that this guy might have some secrets worth uncovering. "I think it would be better to add a woman at the beginning, and draw her in a sexy way. Maybe some readers would buy it."

Sato Masao said with a stern face, "Can you please stay away from me? I'm not in the mood to discuss the plot with you right now. If you continue like this, I'll ask the staff to force you to leave this car."

Masao Sato just said that and didn't actually go to complain. Instead, he concentrated on organizing the drawings.

But the long-chinned flight attendant, Oiwa Hiromasa, had sharp ears and immediately ran over when he heard what was said.

Oiwa Hiroshi was standing in front of Haruhiko and said, "Please don't harass the passengers on the bus."

Haruhiko shrugged, "I was just discussing comics with him."

"But this guest doesn't want to discuss with you. If you continue to pester me like this, I can only ask you to return to your own compartment." Oiwa Hiroshi said righteously.

Haruhiko knew that he was just displeased with him and felt that he had caused him trouble, so he was targeting him everywhere.

But now is not the time to turn against him. Once the bomb is found, this guy will be in trouble.

Haruhiko left Sato Masao and came to Sato Miwako to accompany her to check the bomb in the suitcase.

But his eyes kept glancing towards Sato Masao.

After Sato Masao finished tidying up the drawing, he began to wipe the cola stains on his body, because Haruhiko's sprayer was very powerful just now, and a lot of cola was also stained on his clothes.

During the process, Sato Masao opened his collar a little, and Haruhiko, whose vision had been enhanced by the rice cooker, instantly caught sight of what seemed to be a tattoo on the back of his shoulder.

Because it was a flash, I couldn't see it clearly.

But it looks like an anchor pattern.

Could it be that this guy really worked on a ship before?

So this is "As a sailor, I was forced to change my career to become a salaryman, but I actually wanted to draw comics"?
What a weird combination, it doesn't seem to go together at all.

Haruhiko thought as he followed Sato Miwako to check the suitcase.

The subsequent inspection process went smoothly. Although everyone looked dissatisfied, they still took the initiative to open their suitcases for inspection.

This may also be because they are worried that Haruhiko will repeat his old tricks and spray them with Coke.

But when the car opened, the last female passenger with short hair hit the bag.

Haruhiko and the others were dumbfounded.

All the black bags were opened, but no bomb was found.

Sato Miwako looked at Haruhiko with a somewhat confused expression.

Haruhiko was about to say something when that annoying Oiwa attendant came over and said, "In that case, please leave here first and don't disturb the passengers resting in the carriage."

Haruhiko and Miwako looked at each other and now they had no choice but to leave and make other plans.

The two of them walked towards the carriage door with Conan.

Oiwa suddenly called out to Sato Miwako, "Officer, please wait a moment. After all, we have disturbed the passengers' rest. It would be better to apologize before leaving. Is this what we agreed on?"

Haruhiko looked at Miwako Sato in confusion.

Sato Miwako bit her lip lightly and said to Haruhiko, "You two should wait for me outside first."

As she said that, she turned and walked to the first seat in carriage 7 and began to apologize to the passenger for her previous behavior.

Oiwa on the side looked at Haruhiko with a mocking expression, which made Haruhiko want to break this guy's jaw.

But he suppressed his anger.

The most important thing now is to find the bomb. If we can't find the bomb, all the people in the car may be gone. It is not the time to fight with this clown yet.

Haruhiko and Conan came to the connection between the carriages.

Conan kicked the wall and muttered, "Damn it, why can't I find it?"

"Calm down." Haruhiko reminded Conan, "Have you forgotten that calmness is one of the most important weapons of a detective?"

Even though he said that, Haruhiko himself couldn't calm down. His thoughts were always disturbed by what happened in the car.

In the train, Sato Miwako apologized to the passengers one by one along the seats, but was treated coldly, which made Haruhiko feel a little distressed.

Damn it! Why didn’t they find the bomb?

Since crossing over to this world, every time he encountered an event, the development of the original plot had never gone wrong. Why did it go wrong this time? Haruhiko felt that there must be a slight deviation somewhere that led to this situation.

But what is it?

Just as she was thinking about it, Sato Miwako came over. She looked very unhappy after being treated coldly by others one after another. "What should I do now?"

Haruhiko thought for a moment and said, "We still have to find the woman with the bomb, but it might be difficult if we don't know her name."

Miwako nodded and was about to speak.

Oiwa Hiromasa came over and said to her, "Officer Sato, I have told the passengers in this car your police number. If anyone is dissatisfied with you, they can contact the Metropolitan Police Department directly."

Sato Miwako said with a cold face: "I understand."

In fact, there is no need to come to inform us specially. This guy probably just wants to make fun of us.

Oiwa Hiromasa continued, "Okay, then everyone please return to your compartments."

Miwako Sato: "The bomb hasn't been found yet, and we plan to continue investigating."

Oiwa Kuanzheng frowned and said, "Miss, I have to advise you that sometimes you can't just judge people by appearance. You still have to open your eyes and don't get yourself into trouble."

Haruhiko was already feeling a bit irritated, and this guy's constant sarcasm finally made it impossible for him to control his emotions.

Haruhiko walked towards Oiwa Kanmasa with a cold face. He wanted to vent his anger, maybe he could come up with a solution.

But Sato Miwako grabbed Haruhiko's hand and blocked him behind her.

Miwako said to Oiwa Hiromasa, "Don't worry about that. I'll contact you if I need anything."

Oiwa Hiromasa turned around angrily.

Once Haruhiko got angry, it wasn't so easy for him to calm down. He wanted to chase after Oiwa Hiroshi and teach him a lesson.

However, Sato Miwako held his hand tightly and refused to let go.

She whispered in Haruhiko's ear, "Calm down. Now is not the time to act rashly."

Sato Miwako might have chewed gum before, and the fruity scent coming out of her mouth when she spoke was refreshing.

Her small hand felt cool to the touch, and under the combined effect of the delicate touch of the soft hand and the fragrance inhaled into his nose, Haruhiko's anger was gradually dissipated by her.

"Okay, let's go check out the other carriages," Haruhiko said after taking a deep breath.

Miwako looked suspicious, as if she was still worried that Haruhiko would cause trouble.

Haruhiko gently slid his fingers across the tender flesh of her palm. This teasing caress made Sato Miwako shiver.

As she let go of his hand, she glared at Haruhiko with her beautiful eyes.

The three of them prepared to leave and try their luck in other carriages. However, this needle-in-a-haystack search was inefficient and likely to arouse the other party's vigilance. However, they couldn't think of a better solution for the time being.

at this time--

Haruhiko's enhanced hearing heard a very crucial piece of information.

A middle-aged woman sitting near the door of Carriage 7 complained to the person on the phone: "I should have moved to another car earlier. I chose this car because I didn't want to be disturbed, but this happened to me."

Haruhiko keenly grasped the message behind these words.

Someone once changed from this carriage to another.

Maybe it was the woman with the bomb.

Haruhiko rushed over to the woman on the phone and asked, "Is the person who changed to another car from here a woman with short hair?"

The aunt who was making the call was startled by Haruhiko and held the phone for a long time without saying a word.

The girl sitting next to me interrupted and said, "Yes, it was a woman with short hair. The reason she changed seats struck me as strange, so I have some impression of her."

Haruhiko's face immediately lit up with joy.

Found it, it must be the woman in the original story.

Haruhiko quickly asked about the whereabouts of the woman, and the girl told him the woman's carriage and her clothes.

At the end, the girl added, "By the way, I noticed that she was holding the phone in her hand the whole time, as if she was hesitating about who to call. Anyway, she is a very strange woman."

"Thank you." Haruhiko thanked the other party, then turned to his teammates and said, "Car No. 3, the woman in purple."

Miwako and Conan nodded and walked out together.

But before he even got out of carriage No. 7, he encountered an obstacle.

Oiwa Hiro was blocking the doorway with his arms outstretched, angrily saying, "How long are you going to make trouble, you bastard? I will never allow you to step over... Ugh!"

He didn't finish his sentence.

Because Haruhiko pushed him directly against the wall, and under the huge force, he probably wouldn't be able to regain consciousness for a while.

Under the shocked gazes of the passengers in Car 7, Haruhiko left without looking back.

But after arriving at carriage No. 3, he did not find the target object directly.

But this time, Haruhiko was more careful.

He felt that since the other party was hesitant about whether to call, he was likely to be wandering around in a deserted place.

So he, Miwako Sato and Conan split up and searched for places near carriage No. 3 where they could make secret phone calls.

Sure enough, in front of a toilet door, Haruhiko saw the hesitant woman holding the phone in her hand.

Haruhiko breathed a sigh of relief.

The next step is to pretend to get close to the other person, and when she is not paying attention, control the box and mobile phone in your hands, and everything will be safe.

Haruhiko pretended to be an ordinary passenger and walked over there.

But after just two steps, another accident happened.

The alarm bell inside the train suddenly sounded and the alarm system was triggered.

The passengers nearby were in an uproar and stood up from their seats. The woman was also startled.

Then, behind Haruhiko came Oiwa Hiromasa's angry voice: "Stop, don't let him get away."

Haruhiko turned around and looked.

He noticed that this guy was rushing towards him with several uniformed flight attendants.

Haruhiko thought to himself that this was not good. If he scared the target by making such a fuss, it would be troublesome.

He quickly looked towards the toilet.

Sure enough, the woman carrying the bomb felt guilty and mistakenly thought that the group of people were coming to arrest her, so she opened the toilet door and went in.

Haruhiko ran over as fast as he could.

Unfortunately, I still couldn't catch up.

He put his hand on the door handle and turned it a few times, only to find that the door was locked.

At this time, Oiwa Hiromasa also rushed over, covering his red nose with one hand, as if Haruhiko had just hit him hard. "I will make you pay for it, you little mischievous brat."

Haruhiko was also annoyed that his plans were disrupted by this guy.

He suddenly wanted to beat this guy's face into a pulp.

But this matter may have to be put on the back burner for a while.

Because Haruhiko could vaguely hear the urgent dial tone of a telephone coming from the bathroom through the door.

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