Conan: My Pure Love Exceeds the Limit

Chapter 4: Good Luck!
Boom!

A huge noise resounded in all directions, and the ground trembled slightly. The street lamps that had been struggling to survive died completely in the vibration and fell into eternal darkness.

"huhuhuhu"

Shinji Kitahara leaned on the back of the driver's seat, his body twitching constantly, his eyes staring blankly ahead, his hands gripping the steering wheel so tightly that they turned white, his chest heaving violently, he was panting like a cow, and his face became increasingly rosy, like the sun.

"Yamada. Yamada should be dead." Kitahara Shinji's lips were trembling, and he couldn't help but slap himself in the face to calm himself down.

This is the aftereffect of drinking to boost courage and the adrenaline rush. It will go away after a while.

Guru
Guru
He reached out and picked up a glass bottle from the passenger seat, unscrewed the cap and poured the liquor into his mouth. The words "Vodka, 40% Proof" gleamed in the light from the car.

This bottle of vodka is the cargo of this heavy truck. The entire rear carriage is filled with vodka, and the carriage also has a built-in refrigeration function.

However, the cargo can only last for one month. After one month, if the cargo is not unloaded or used, it will be refreshed and the summons can be canceled at any time. Other things can also be placed in the car. As long as they can be placed, they can be stored. It can be regarded as a storage ring, but it is a little bigger.

In addition, it has the characteristic of never wearing out!
"Cough cough."

Before he had taken two sips, Shinji Kitahara choked and the wine sprayed out, all over the place. He quickly put down the bottle, covered his mouth with one hand and coughed, then took out some toilet paper to wipe it.

After a while, there were a few crumpled paper balls on the passenger seat. He stopped shaking and his expression returned to normal.

"time to go!"

Shinji Kitahara started the car, pulled the front of the car out of the rubble, and slowly backed up.

At this time, a bloody corpse appeared in the ruins, and the stones in the ruins were also stained bright red.

There was no doubt that this was Yamada's body.

The front of the truck was still intact, without a single scratch or bright red color, and it was still as bright as new.

The never-wearing feature is taking effect!
After seeing the body, he drove away with a smile on his face.

Shortly after Shinji Kitahara drove away, a police car arrived at the place. The neon lights around it were particularly dazzling.

2-22, Yoneka Town, the home of Dr. Agasa.

"Shinichi, bear with it."

"Pain Pain!"

"Doctor, please be gentle."

Kudo Shinichi cried out in pain, his facial features twisted into a ball.

Dr. Agasa, wearing a white coat, with kind eyes and a Mediterranean hairstyle, was standing behind him, wiping the wound on the back of his head with a cotton swab and alcohol.

The wound on the back of the head was not big, just a small cut, but it was very painful, after all, it was caused by a baseball bat.

If it were an ordinary person, he would have been sent to the hospital, but not Kudo Shinichi. His physique is comparable to that of a super real rookie. He can't die no matter how he tries to commit suicide. This minor injury is nothing.

Just get some sleep.

"Okay, okay." Dr. Agasa threw the cotton swab into the trash can and began to pack up the medicine box: "Shinichi, what happened to you? Were you attacked from behind?"

Kudo Shinichi covered the back of his head, tears streaming from the corners of his eyes: "I was attacked from behind by a guy named Shinji Kitahara!"

"Huh? Were you attacked?" Dr. Agasa was startled and turned to look over here: "You knew who attacked you, why didn't you tell Officer Megure?"

"It's useless. I have no evidence!" "Although there is a record of him buying a baseball bat, it must have been destroyed by now. Moreover, the attack took place in an alley. There was no one around and no cameras. There was no way to accuse him." Kudo Shinichi analyzed the situation methodically. "And since he was able to escape from me, he must have come up with a strategy."

"Although I lost this time, next time I will definitely catch this guy and bring him to justice!"

Bringing him to justice is just a side issue. What he really wants is to catch the guy who made him look bad!
"It seems you've met a tough opponent." Dr. Agasa carried the medicine box and placed it in the cabinet. "You'd better be more careful next time. This time you were only hit on the back of the head, but next time it might be your life."

"If anything happens to you, I won't be able to explain to Yukiko and Yusaku."

Before going to the United States, Yukiko and Yusaku asked him to take care of Shinichi.

Shinichi was also one of the people he watched grow up. If something really happened to him, he would have no way to explain it.

"Don't worry, I won't be careless again!" Kudo Shinichi stood up, his usual confident smile on his face: "Next time I will definitely let him know how powerful the high school detective Kudo Shinichi is."

"As long as you're sure." Dr. Agasa walked over with his hands in his pockets and laughed: "Aren't you going to the amusement park with Xiaolan tomorrow?"

"Go to bed early and don't miss your date."

"Stop nagging!" Kudo Shinichi curled his lips, touched the back of his head and touched the wound again, grinning, and quickly withdrew his hand.

"Doctor, I'm going back now. Don't tell my mom about this. She always likes to make a fuss!"

Although Yukiko is not in Neon, she is very concerned about Shinichi's physical and mental health, and will occasionally ask Dr. Agasa about Shinichi's recent situation.

But Kudo Shinichi felt that this kind of concern was a bit unnecessary. He was already an independent adult, not a child anymore!
"Got it. Have fun tomorrow."

Dr. Agasa waved and watched Shinichi leave until the door was closed.

It was like this before, and he was used to it.

At this moment, he suddenly noticed that the clock hanging on the wall was pointing to ten o'clock.

"Oh, it's already so late. I need to finish today's experiment quickly."

Dr. Agasa hurriedly ran towards the basement.

Ding-ling-ling
Ding-ling-ling
At this moment, the phone in the living room rang. Hearing the voice, he couldn't help but slow down his pace and turned to walk towards the phone.

"Who's calling so late?"

"Hello, this is Dr. Agasa's house."

"Doctor, it's me, Yukiko."

On the other end of the phone, Yukiko was lying on the sofa, her long white legs resting on the coffee table, her white and tender toes moving freely, holding the phone in one hand and potato chips in the other, looking so comfortable.

The sunlight coming in from the window makes my legs look even whiter.

It was still eleven o'clock in the morning in Los Angeles.

"Oh, it's Yukiko. It's so rare for you to call me." Dr. Agasa couldn't help but tease after hearing Yukiko's voice. "Are you complaining to me again about Yusaku going out for a social event and coming back late at night with lipstick marks all over him?"

He and Yukiko have known each other for more than ten years and are already close friends, so Yukiko will tell him some of her complaints and ask about Shinichi's recent situation.

But most of the time he was complaining to a Hollywood actress named Chrissie Wynyard.

Chrissy Wynyard is the daughter of the late Hollywood actress Sharon Wynyard.

(End of this chapter)