Conan's Exorcist Detective

Chapter 134 Huibara Ai's Revenge

Haruhiko Kousaka pushed open the glass door of the barbecue restaurant, and the cool air from the air conditioner hit him in the face.

Although it was already night, the weather was still so hot and humid.

It only took him 5 minutes to walk from the subway station to this store, but he was sweating all over. This made Haruhiko sigh in his heart that air conditioning is really one of the greatest inventions of mankind.

This barbecue restaurant was extremely popular. As soon as I entered, I saw many customers waiting for a seat at the bar with number plates. The waiter didn't even notice Haruhiko coming in. He was probably too busy to take care of this.

The lobby on the first floor is decorated in a Western style, with about twenty tables. Each table has a built-in barbecue stove and a thick range hood pipe hanging in the air.

The table was filled with all kinds of food, the crisp sound of beer glasses colliding could be heard one after another, and from time to time you could hear guests shouting "Xiba".

It seems that there are quite a few Koreans among the customers.

Haruhiko checked the time and estimated that the doctor and the others had arrived, so he walked to the front desk of the barbecue restaurant.

"Hello, is there a customer who is an elderly man wearing glasses and has a group of children?" Haruhiko asked.

The waitress frowned and thought for a moment: "There are a group of children, but I don't think I saw the old man you mentioned."

Haruhiko thought for a moment and asked, "Among those children, is there a fat kid with a triangular rice ball head who's clamoring for eel?"

Haruhiko saw grilled eel on other guests' tables, and he thought that if Genta saw it, he would definitely ask for it.

The waitress hesitated: "I have some impression of him, but he doesn't look quite like her..."

Haruhiko then asked, "Is there a little girl who looks cold but at first glance gives the impression of being a mature adult?"

The waitress's eyes lit up and she pointed behind Haruhiko: "Are you talking about that little kid?"

Haruhiko turned around and saw Haibara Ai standing there with her shoulders folded, with Dr. Conan and the three little members of the detective team behind her.

Huiyuan Ai said coldly: "I'm so sorry, I'm cold and not gentle at all."

Haruhiko noticed that Haibara Ai was wearing a mask and her clothes were much thicker than others.

She was wearing a red hooded sweatshirt with her hands in her pockets, looking cool. She was wearing a khaki miniskirt, a pair of brown loafers, and white socks that just reached her ankles.

Haruhiko smiled awkwardly: "I thought you guys were already here, but you're even later than me."

Huiyuan Ai raised her nose: "Cold women always come later than gentle women. Sorry."

As she spoke, she walked straight past Haruhiko and, led by the waitress, came to the private room on the second floor.

Haruhiko followed with a wry smile.

After arriving at the private room, Haruhiko was somewhat surprised that the room was actually in a Japanese style, with tatami mats on the floor and two barbecue stoves built into the low table in the middle of the room. The night view outside the window could be seen from the open Japanese-style windows.

Everyone changed their shoes at the door.

Ai Haibara bent down and took off her brown loafers. She stepped on the tatami with her small feet in white socks and walked to the low table with weak steps and sat down.

Genta originally wanted to sit next to Huibara Ai, but was stopped by Ayumi: "Genta, go to the other side, let brother Haruhiko sit here."

Yuan Tai said dissatisfiedly: "Why? There are two stoves of meat here."

The seat Yuantai chose was right between the two stoves, so he could enjoy the meat grilled on both sides.

Ayumi: "Ai is not feeling well, let Haruhiko take care of her~"

Haruhiko glanced at Haibara Ai and thought, no wonder she was wearing so many clothes and a mask, it turned out she was sick.

Haibara Ai glanced at Haruhiko and said, "No, I'm not that sick yet. I'll just go to the window seat."

As she spoke, she stood up from her seat and walked to the window to sit down.

Seeing this, Haruhiko thought for a moment and walked to the window seat, but sat opposite Haibara Ai.

Huiyuan Ai had already taken off her mask. Her face was a little unnaturally red. She frowned and asked, "Why did you come here?"

"The scenery here is beautiful." Haruhiko said as a matter of course.

From here, you can indeed see the night view of the street outside. However, Haibara Ai doesn't think so. Because of the misunderstanding last night, she is still a little prejudiced against Haruhiko.

And when Haruhiko spoke, his eyes lingered for a moment on her small feet in white socks pressed under her legs.

This made Haibara Ai feel that the "scenery" that Haruhiko was talking about was her own feet.

So Haibara Ai changed from a kneeling position to a cross-legged position, but she found that Haruhiko could still see her little feet. In the end, she simply put her little feet under the coffee table so that Haruhiko could not see them at all.

After completing all this with her tired body, Haibara Ai raised her little face and looked at Haruhiko with a proud look on her face.

But she found Haruhiko looking at her with a puzzled look on his face: "Why are you moving around so much? Are you feeling uncomfortable?"

Looking at Haruhiko's concerned expression, Haibara Ai felt as if she had punched the air. Plus, she was already feeling unwell, so she no longer had the heart to fight with Haruhiko. She just looked at the night outside the window and waited for the food to be served.

Soon the waitress brought the ordered dishes to the table.

The juice from the barbecue fell on the charcoal fire, making a sizzling sound, and the room was suddenly filled with the aroma of meat.

Haruhiko noticed that Huibara Ai had little appetite. She put down her chopsticks after taking a few small bites and asked worriedly, "What's wrong with you?"

Huiyuan Ai: "Nothing, maybe I have a cold."

"Caught a cold again?" Haruhiko thought for a moment, "Could it be from the sea breeze last night?"

Haibara Ai's hand holding the chopsticks shuddered, and she raised her little feet in white socks and kicked Haruhiko under the table.

Since the low table was not wide, her little feet kicked Haruhiko's stomach without much effort.

Haruhiko's feeling was that although her feet were still as soft as ever, the touch of them in white socks seemed different from that of bare feet.

Immediately, Mitsuhiko and the others cast doubtful glances at him: "Habara, did you sneak out last night?"

Yuantai's mouth was full of meat, and he mumbled, "Damn it, Huiyuan, you are too cunning. You didn't let us go out and you actually ran away secretly."

Only then did Haruhiko realize that he might have said something wrong.

So he quickly made amends, "I mean, the wind was very strong last night. If she slept with the window open, she might have been blown by the wind."

Conan keenly noticed the loophole in Haruhiko's words: "But, how did Haruhiko know that Haibara-san slept with the window open?"

Haruhiko glared at Conan and thought, I haven't gotten over the incident where you shot me with an anesthetic needle before, and now you're adding fuel to the fire again, right?

Just wait, I will definitely settle the score with Xiaolan.

But now that everyone was looking at him, he had to come up with a reasonable answer quickly. Haruhiko thought of an explanation in a second: "This is normal. Isn't it normal to open the windows in this kind of weather? I also open the windows when I sleep."

This explanation is a bit far-fetched, but Yuantai and the others were attracted by the food and didn't think much about it.

I managed to get away with this matter.

Haruhiko had just breathed a sigh of relief, but when he mentioned the window, Haibara Ai remembered Haruhiko's "night raid" in her room last night.

A nameless anger rose in her heart, so she kicked Haruhiko again with her little feet.

"What are you doing? Didn't I help you get away with it?" Haruhiko pressed his body on the table, grabbed Haibara Ai's soft little feet with one hand, and spoke in a low voice.

"You should have thought of it from the beginning." Huibara Ai said unwillingly. She also moved her little face closer, and the milky scent on her body smelled very pleasant.

When Haruhiko heard this, he knew that Haibara Ai had no intention of reasoning with him, so he raised his hands in surrender.

Seeing this, Huiyuan Ai showed a victorious smile, then she seemed to notice something, frowned and asked: "What's so hard in your pocket?"

As she spoke, her small toes in white socks pinched slightly.

"It's a cell phone! It's a cell phone!" Haruhiko almost immediately took out his cell phone from his pocket and showed it to Haibara Ai.

Ai Haibara looked at his strange reaction and nodded.

Haruhiko showed the side of his phone to Haibara Ai again and complained, "Really? Stop moving it! You've hit the mute button. If something happens, the call won't come through."

Haibara Ai ignored him and lowered her head to eat the meat in small bites.

Haruhiko turned the mute button back on, then placed the phone on the tatami and secretly breathed a sigh of relief.

Fortunately, I had my cell phone with me, otherwise it would be difficult to explain.

...

Junpei Kamei felt a big, warm hand on his back, and the warm touch made him cry out softly.

It seems that this handsome guy is still impatient.

As soon as I turned into the alley from the Korean barbecue restaurant, I couldn't help but attack myself.

Junpei Kamei took two quick steps without leaving any trace and escaped from the opponent's clutches, but the opponent soon came up to him again.

Junpei Kamei really enjoys this kind of hardcore play, which makes him look very charming.

Sure enough, the handsome boy's hand came up again and moved up along his spine.

Junpei Kamei's body shuddered. "That's right, keep showing off your wildness," he said, cheering her on in his heart, while physically pretending to be shy.

But at this moment——

The hand that had been climbing up his collarbone suddenly withdrew, and he felt a chill on his neck. Was it a mosquito? There were quite a lot of mosquitoes this season.

Junpei Kamei gently touched his nail-polished hand on his neck, which was also heavily concealed.

A sticky touch came from the hand, and at the same time the air was filled with a strong smell of blood.

is blood!

Junpei Kamei's eyes widened, his face full of disbelief.

Could it be that some organization wants to silence him?
But then he thought it was impossible. This was a completely new identity that he had never used before. It was impossible for anyone to know about it.

What's more, he is wearing women's clothes now, so it is impossible for anyone to recognize him in women's clothes.

Junpei Kamei was full of doubts. He covered the wound on his neck that was bleeding and wanted to get to the bottom of it.

But the amount of blood loss was so great that he could only make coughing sounds.

The other party also hit him on the head and face repeatedly with heavy objects, ruining his carefully applied makeup.

Not long after, Junpei Kamei, his face covered in blood, was found lying unconscious in an alley on the side of the road.

Michiwaki Masahiko looked at the woman lying on the ground, breathing heavily.

I didn't expect this target to be so difficult to deal with. He seemed to have a particularly strong ability to withstand blows, and I wanted to counterattack him several times during the process.

If I hadn't slit her throat first, it would have been much harder to deal with her.

Michiwaki Masahiko praised himself for his prudence.

Then things entered the next stage -

He squatted in front of the woman with a dagger in his hand, and first cut off a strand of her brown hair with the knife, which was what he had to do after every attack.

In addition, he also had the habit of cutting off parts of the victims' bodies, tying them together with their hair, putting them in small bottles, and burying them near the grave of his ex-girlfriend.

But just when Michiwaki Masahiko was hesitating about which part to cut, things changed again.

Two beams of light suddenly lit up at the entrance of the alley. A private car, having nowhere to park, found its way into this relatively remote alley and happened to run into the murder scene of Michiwaki Masahiko.

Michiwaki Masahiko used the street light to see the number of people in the other car, and instantly concluded that it might not be so easy to kill them to silence them.

While the other party was still far away and before the headlights shone on him, he chose to run away.

However, when leaving, I still thought that tradition cannot be broken.

In a hurry, Michiwaki Masahiko could only pull the necklace off her neck.

Then it quickly disappeared into the night.

...

Hasegawa Taizo drank a large glass of cold beer in one gulp, then put the glass heavily on the table and burped: "Sure enough, this is how you drink beer to enjoy it."

The assistant sitting opposite him flattered him appropriately: "Senior, you have a really good alcohol tolerance."

Hasegawa Yasuzo looked at the young assistant who had just graduated with satisfaction. Although this guy's ability was a little lacking, he turned his fortune around as soon as he arrived. He filmed the news of Kousaka Haruhiko's battle with the Yakuza and made a fortune.

So even if the editor above proposed to help Hasegawa replace a new and more capable assistant, Hasegawa verbally refused.

He didn't want to ruin his newly turned fortune.

Besides, this guy is usually good at flattering people, so there is nothing wrong in keeping him around.

But Hasegawa Yasuzo didn't know that the young junior sitting opposite him had the same idea.

The young assistant thought that although Mr. Hasegawa had poor abilities, he was lucky. As soon as he joined the magazine, he got a chance to report a big news story and made a lot of money.

You have to know that his peers who joined the newspaper industry with him can only get the lowest salary every month.

Thinking of this, the assistant decided to hold on to this thigh and not let him run away.

"Senior, let me toast you." The assistant raised the glass.

Hasegawa also picked up his glass, and the two of them drank back and forth for a while.

"Senior, what is our goal for the next stage?" asked the assistant.

Hasegawa Taizo pretended to think: "Well, I think we can try starting with that serial killer."

"But isn't the bomb case the most discussed issue right now?"

"What do you know, kid? Cases like that seem to get a lot of attention, but it's hard to make a real breakthrough..." Hasegawa Taizo was about to show off his life experience in front of the young man, but when he got no response, he said dissatisfiedly, "Are you even listening to me, kid?"

The young assistant kept looking towards the stairs, and asked doubtfully, "Senior, look, is that person Kosaka Haruhiko?"

Hasegawa Taizo looked in the direction his assistant pointed and saw a young man and a child wearing glasses and a blue suit coming down the stairs of the barbecue restaurant.

The two were walking hurriedly out the door.

And he would never forget that young man's face even if it turned to ashes - that was Kousaka Haruhiko who pulled him out of the quagmire.

Hasegawa originally wanted to say hello and thank the other party.

But when Hasegawa saw Haruhiko's hurried look, an idea suddenly popped up in his mind. Could it be that Kousaka Haruhiko had encountered something new again?
Is this a follow-up to the Yakuza's pursuit? Or has he gotten into new trouble?

He instinctively felt that there might be new information to be discovered here, so he asked his assistant to check out, and he picked up his coat and the equipment he was carrying and chased in the direction Haruhiko left.

...

"Who told you that this was committed by that serial killer?" Haruhiko Kousaka was walking side by side with Conan on the street.

Conan walked quickly, panting slightly, and said, "It must be right. The guest said that the crime scene he saw was nearby."

Haruhiko nodded.

He was having a good meal and his relationship with Haibara Ai had eased a lot. Apart from being pinched for no apparent reason, it was a good night.

As a result, Conan came back suddenly with a piece of news, saying that he heard that a serial killer was committing crimes nearby.

Haruhiko suddenly perked up.

That's a lot of experience points.

That guy killed so many people, I guess this wave will greatly improve his strength. At present, we don’t know what the new plan of the Black Organization is, so it is always good to be able to improve his strength.

So he and Conan found an excuse to sneak out of the barbecue restaurant.

Sure enough, they found the scene without much effort.

When they arrived there, the scene had been cordoned off. Two police cars were parked at the entrance of the alley. The alley was as bright as day under the illumination of the car lights, and the body was clearly visible.

Conan activated the "100% skill of entering the scene without being seen" and began to observe the clues on the corpse at close range.

Haruhiko didn't go over. He had just finished his meal and felt that seeing the disgusting scene would make him feel nauseous.

And the main reason is that he does not yet have Conan's ability to approach a corpse without being discovered, and the police officer at the scene is not someone he is familiar with, so he might as well wait for Conan to finish investigating the clues.

But Haruhiko was not idle either. He scanned the periphery of the scene, trying to see if he could find some other clues.

But he didn't expect that he would actually sweep out something.

At the back of a group of onlookers outside the alley, there was a tall, thin man wearing a hat. The lighting was poor and his face couldn't be seen clearly.

But Qingyan could vaguely see a black thing on the other person's shoulder from a distance.

At first, Haruhiko thought it might be a problem of angle, and something was refracted to that position, but later he found that the object seemed to move with the person's movement.

Haruhiko instinctively felt something was wrong, so he quietly moved a short distance in the direction of the man.

Now I can see clearly——

On the other person's shoulders, there were a number of terrifying and distorted women's faces, almost gathered into a ball. The evil aura contained in them could be felt from a long distance away.

Now that the vengeful spirits have come out, the identity of this guy is clear.

Haruhiko was overjoyed.

Unexpectedly, he actually encountered the serial killer. Although he didn't know why this guy returned to the scene, since he came back, he couldn't leave easily.

Haruhiko was going to sneak up on him and take him by surprise.

But unexpectedly, the man seemed to have telepathy and raised his head to look at Haruhiko for a second.

Michiwaki Masahiko, who had something to hide, immediately noticed the sharpness and determination in Haruhiko's eyes.

He turned and ran.

Haruhiko cursed inwardly and pushed through the crowd to chase after him.

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