Conan's Exorcist Detective

Chapter 23 Damn, now I really become a swordsman

On a street in Mihua City, a police car was parked on the side of the road.

The police lights on the roof were flashing, and the alternating red and blue lights were very conspicuous in the dark night.

"Was that Detective Sato just now? She said the car was stolen?" asked the police officer sitting in the driver's seat.

Apparently they also heard that Sato Miwako's car was stolen.

"It seems so." The companion next to him was looking at the map in his hand.

"Damn it! How dare he steal Officer Sato's car? I must catch this guy and teach him a lesson."

Without even looking up, his companion said, "Are you trying to take this opportunity to chat up Officer Sato?"

"You do not want it?"

"Of course we do. Drive faster. I looked at the map and we are the closest to that place. Maybe we can catch up." The companion pointed to the circled location on the map.

The young police officer was stunned for a moment: "You want to do that too? But there are two of us, what will we do then?"

My companion said confidently, "That at least eliminates the others. If it's just the two of us competing, my chances of winning will be much higher."

"Are you kidding me? I won't lose to you. This lost car is the love thread connecting Detective Sato and me." The young police officer behind the wheel was about to start the car.

"You two are still in good spirits?" A voice suddenly came from outside the car window.

The two looked out the window and saw a man in a blue suit with coral-shaped bangs leaning against the police car.

"Inspector Shiratori." They both said at the same time.

"Are you two planning to look for Detective Sato's lost car?" asked Shiratori Renzaburo.

The two replied, "Officer, we just want to help our brothers over there to surround Suwa Yuji."

"Assholes, don't think I can't see through your little tricks." Shiratori slapped the brim of the officer's hat in the driver's seat. "We've already arranged enough people to reinforce over there. You two, get to the Nightingale Bar now. There seem to be some speed racers gathering there."

The two people in the police car were discovered by their superiors and had no choice but to follow orders.

After watching the police car drive away, Shiratori returned to his own car parked across the street.

Then he took out a photo from the tape compartment at the bottom of the car drawer and placed it on the dashboard.

The photo shows Miwako Sato wearing casual clothes, holding a beer glass and smiling at the camera. If you look closely, behind her is Inspector Megure wearing a hat. It seems that the photo was taken at a party.

Shiratori looked at the photo, a confident smile on her lips. "Miwako, wait for me. I will find the car thief, and then you and I will be tightly entangled by the red thread of fate from now on."

Shiratori stepped on the accelerator, and the pointer on the dashboard next to the photo kept jumping.

Things like this kept happening among the police officers who learned the news, which was enough to show Sato Miwako's unique charm in the Metropolitan Police Department.

The title of "Flower of the Metropolitan Police Department" is not for nothing.

However, the instigator of this incident, Haruhiko Kousaka, had no idea that he had accidentally knocked over the basket containing the red string of love.

There are now countless red threads of love scattered on the streets of this city, but no one knows who can follow the guidance of the red thread in his hand and successfully walk to Sato Miwako.

...

At the same time, on the winding mountain road leading from the suburbs of Tokyo to the scene of the incident.

A police car sped past, and the wind it created blew the plants on both sides of the road around.

Yosuke Matsuda flicked the cigarette butt in his hand out of the window and exhaled a large puff of smoke.

This made the young driver frown, but he didn't dare to say anything because Mr. Matsuda had a bad temper and the young police officer didn't want to be taught a lesson by him.

Matsuda is already 45 years old and is still doing grassroots patrol work. Basically, there is no hope of promotion in his life.

"It's so annoying. I could have had a good vacation at home, but I was inexplicably dragged into this kidnapping case and even the card game I had planned was canceled." Matsuda was flipping through a horse racing newspaper.

At this moment, the voice of Inspector Megure suddenly came from the radio: "The latest news, in addition to the female hostage held by the criminal, there is also a high school student who has chased after them to save people. If you see that high school student, please persuade him to return. He has an injured arm and is carrying a samurai sword."

"Damn, what do these kids think they are? Superheroes?" Matsuda slammed the dashboard in front of him.

"Maybe they are close friends, or boyfriend or girlfriend," the young police officer guessed.

"Bullshit, haven't you heard? The kidnapped girl is a wealthy young lady. This guy must be thinking about being a hero and saving her, so she'll fall in love with him and never have to work hard again in her life." Matsuda looked at the young police officer driving. "I know this kind of kid all too well. He just wants to get something for nothing all day long. He has no ambition at all!"

The younger generation was concentrating on driving and didn't respond.

"That's a robber who committed murder. How could a high school student possibly handle him?" Matsuda continued to grumble. "I bet that kid has never seen a truly vicious criminal. Maybe in his world, the scariest thing is the leader of the school's delinquents."

Seeing that the other party didn't respond, Matsuda reached out and patted the younger junior on the shoulder: "Hey, kid, I bet 5000 yen that if that kid really sees the criminal, he might be scared to death."

"Senior, I don't think everyone in this world does things for a purpose. People like Kamen Rider might actually exist." The young junior expressed his opinion. "Also, I think gambling is wrong."

"Damn, kid, are you teaching me a lesson?" Matsuda said dissatisfiedly.

"No, I'm just stating the facts."

Matsuda was a little annoyed. "Do you know what the truth is? The truth is, you've worked diligently for decades, and you're still stuck sitting in a patrol car, starving."

The younger junior also seemed to be getting angry: "But senior, if you didn't gamble, maybe your life would be different? I heard that those seniors in your class are now very powerful police officers."

Matsuda's face flushed red as his veil was exposed.

He rolled up the racing newspaper in his hand and repeatedly hit the young police officer on the head. "Young man, just listen to me, you bastard! What qualifications do you have to challenge me?"

"Matsuda-senpai, I'm driving..."

"Just drive properly, don't talk about life principles!" Matsuda did not stop his hands.

The younger generation grabbed the steering wheel with their hands and dodged to the side with their heads.

At this moment, a dazzling light suddenly appeared on the opposite side.

The two of them narrowed their eyes subconsciously.

Although his vision was deprived, the young police officer still relied on his instinct to turn the steering wheel sharply and slam on the brakes.

squeak--

The harsh sound of tires rubbing against each other filled the night sky.

...

Haruhiko Kousaka's hands kept tapping on the steering wheel, and he was very anxious.

Faster, faster.

The trees on both sides of the road quickly receded from his sight.

Car after car was left behind him, and every time he overtook another, there was an angry honking of horns, which was the car owners' way of expressing their dissatisfaction with him.

But Haruhiko didn't have much choice.

Just now he almost caught up with Suwa Yuji's car, but was blocked by a van. When Haruhiko started again, Suwa's car had disappeared.

While driving, he also contacted the police by phone, but he never saw any police cars nearby.

Are they blocking us from the front?

Haruhiko wasn't quite sure, though he thought it was best to leave this matter to the police.

But when Suzuki Sonoko was gagged and thrown in the back seat looking at him, that pitiful look kept replaying in Haruhiko's mind.

Hey, I really should do something, right? Just think of it as repaying her for helping me several times, he convinced himself.

Haruhiko took the time to glance at the rice cooker and noticed that the countdown on the display was still counting down. He wondered how much his kendo level could be improved this time?
I hope he can improve his strength a bit more, because under normal circumstances, even if he catches up with Suwa Yuji, he probably won't be able to defeat him.

After all, the murderer is the coach of a professional kendo gym!
After all, he was better than me, who was not even the strongest player in the high school kendo club. What's more, Haruhiko's right shoulder was injured and his right hand was almost useless.

However, if the goal is not to knock down Suwa Yuji, but just to hold him back and wait for the police to arrive, Haruhiko thinks it is still worth a try.

But the prerequisite for all this is to be able to catch up with the other party.

Thinking of this, Haruhiko stepped on the accelerator harder, but the pointer on the dashboard seemed to have reached its end.

After passing through a closed tunnel, the red Mazda entered a winding mountain road.

After running for a while, Haruhiko released his foot on the accelerator.

He only pressed the brakes after the car slowed down a bit.

The red Mazda did a beautiful drift and stopped in the middle of the road.

Haruhiko Kousaka picked up the Japanese sword on the passenger seat, opened the door and got out of the car.

There was a curved road in front of me. The tarmac road was littered with broken car parts. The shattered windshields turned into countless tiny glass shards spread on the ground, sparkling like diamonds under the moonlight.

Right in front of Haruhiko, a police car was overturned on the ground, with a large part of the door smashed in. A hand was sticking out from the shattered windshield and resting on the door. Judging from the color of the sleeves, it should be the uniform of a patrol police officer.

Opposite the police car was a brown sedan, and Haruhiko recognized it at a glance as the car driven by Suwa Yuji.

Haruhiko hurried over.

But he found that the door of the brown car was open, there was no one in the car, and there was a line of bloodstains on the ground at the door.

He looked up along the blood trail and saw Suwa Yuji staggering along the road far ahead, but he only walked a few meters.

Suwa Yuji held a drawn Japanese sword in one hand and grabbed Suzuki Sonoko's hair with the other. It seemed that he had no intention of giving up this hostage.

Since Suwa had his back to Haruhiko, he didn't know there was someone behind him.

However, due to the angle, Suzuki Sonoko was able to see Haruhiko behind her. Her pupils dilated instantly and she subconsciously wanted to shout, but she immediately suppressed her impulse.

Sonoko shook her head slightly at Haruhiko and lip-synced, "Run!"

Haruhiko smiled at her and ignored her request.

What a joke, the atmosphere is already so high, how can I run away in this situation!

Even if you can't win, you have to go ahead with it!

However, although he felt his blood boiling, his mind still remained calm to a certain extent.

Haruhiko crouched low and slowly approached Suwa Yuji, preparing for a sneak attack. He kept a close eye on his feet, trying not to step on the messy debris on the ground and making any noise that might disturb Suwa.

But unexpectedly, Haruhiko just had the idea of ​​a sneak attack.

Just like those veterans on the battlefield who could sense the enemy's murderous intent in advance, Suwa Yuji suddenly stopped moving forward, turned around, and looked at Haruhiko with cold eyes.

It's over, it's been discovered!
Haruhiko straightened up awkwardly and smiled.

Then he found that Suwa Yuji's face was covered with blood, and a sharp piece of glass was still stuck in his left eye socket.

Suwa Yuji was also a little surprised when he saw Haruhiko: "I didn't expect you to actually catch up? But why?"

"Because I'm a knight of justice." Haruhiko lied. He wanted to delay as much time as possible.

Suwa Yuji shook his head. He looked at Suzuki Sonoko in his arms and said calmly, "It's because of her, right? It turns out that the magic of love can make people lose their minds."

After saying that, Suwa suddenly let go of the hand that was holding Sonoko's hair, and Sonoko fell to the ground.

"Are you waiting for the Metropolitan Police Department to come and support you?" Suwa seemed to have seen through life and death. "In that case, how about we play a game?"

"What do you want to play?" Haruhiko asked.

"Let's bet on whether you can defeat me before those guys from the Metropolitan Police Department arrive." Suwa held the Japanese sword in his hand and gestured a few times.

Haruhiko: "Okay, I'd also like to learn your swordsmanship."

Although Haruhiko agreed, he had no intention of leaving. He still wanted to buy time.

Suwa seemed to see through his plan. He pointed the knife at Sonoko and said, "Don't try to stall for time. If you don't attack me within 30 seconds, I will cut off a finger of this woman on the ground."

Haruhiko's expression turned cold: "I can fight with you, but this matter has nothing to do with her."

"25 seconds." Suwa's voice was emotionless.

This bastard! Haruhiko was filled with anger. He looked at the cold blade in the other party's hand and could clearly feel that Suwa, who had lost an eye, seemed to have entered a state of explosive anger.

If you just rush forward like this, you might get chopped to death by the other party.

But he couldn't just sit there and watch the garden go to waste.

Haruhiko closed his eyes and looked at the countdown on the rice cooker. It was as if the goddess of fate was playing a joke on him. The time on the display was almost the same as the time Suwa left for him.

In other words, Haruhiko has no choice but to go ahead and then, the moment the two come into contact, Haruhiko will gain a boost in strength, but it is impossible to tell how much this boost is.

Is it really that exciting? Haruhiko thought to himself.

Haruhiko pulled out his sword and threw the scabbard on the ground: "Please let me adjust my condition."

"15 seconds," Suwa said.

Damn it, if that’s the case, I have no choice but to fight. Haruhiko assumed his most proficient kendo stance and attacked Suwa.

"Ten seconds." After saying this, Suwa Yuji also took a stance, with a crazy light flashing in his only remaining eye.

But just when the two were about to touch, Kousaka Haruhiko suddenly stopped.

He actually held the knife and slowly backed away.

Suwa sneered, "What? Are you scared? It seems love is so vulnerable in the face of life."

Suzuki Sonoko, lying on the ground, looked at Haruhiko. There was a little disappointment on her face, but she hid it well. She forced a bright smile at Haruhiko, as if to say, you are already very good.

Haruhiko retreated to a position about five steps away from Suwa Yuji.

"I'm not running away, it's just that my sword move can't be activated at too close a distance." Haruhiko put the knife back at his waist.

"Oh? Do you think you're playing a game?" Suwa felt like he was being teased, but he wasn't angry at all. "The time has come. Your girlfriend is about to lose a finger because of your cowardice."

As he said this, Suwa Yuji swung his knife at Sonoko without hesitation.

Haruhiko closed his eyes, and the kendo level on the manual increased from Kendo 39 to Kendo 42. In addition, after clicking on the drop-down menu, the first kendo skill finally appeared.

"Step Forward and Slash"

Haruhiko didn't have time to think about it. He focused his attention on it and the entry flashed.

He instantly felt his body being pulled forward by a huge external force, and at the same time, the knife in his hand drew a beautiful arc in the night.

From a distance, it looks like you are holding the moon in your hand.

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