Daily Spy Life in the Detective Conan World

Chapter 322 A Karate Champion Is Nothing

Xia Chuan pulled a mask out of his pocket: "If Kyogoku Makoto is really that good, he might notice we're following him. Wearing a mask will prevent him from seeing your face and avoid making him feel uncomfortable."

Vodka nodded in agreement: "You've thought this through."

The two were dressed in black, wearing black sunglasses and black masks, completely covered up except for their ears, and even their hands were in their pockets.

The door of the restaurant.

"Excuse me, gentlemen, is there anything I can help you with?"

As a high-end restaurant, the security guards at the entrance are not ordinary people; they are all retired members of the Self-Defense Forces or police officers. Apart from not being very intelligent, they are quite capable in terms of combat skills.

The sharp-eyed security captain immediately noticed the two strange men in black.

Black clothes are acceptable, but what's the point of wearing black sunglasses and a black mask in this weather?
Thinking of the recent murder of the woman with brown hair, the security captain's hand, which was behind his back, twitched.

The other two security guards also became alert upon seeing the gesture, gripping their batons tightly, ready to pounce on the two men at any moment.

"We're here to eat!" Vodka peeked inside and discovered another door in the corridor.

Next, let's look at the quality of the security guards outside.

Sure enough, this must be where Makoto Kyogoku usually trains!

It must be a clandestine underground boxing ring.

"Do you have an appointment?"

"Do we need to make an appointment?" Vodka's suspicions deepened once again.

"Does your restaurant require reservations?" Xia Chuan frowned. There were clearly not many cars outside. Although this restaurant was high-end, it should be sparsely populated. It was strange that reservations were required.

"You need to make an appointment one day in advance. If you two gentlemen do not have an appointment, please register first and come back tomorrow."

Natsukawa remained silent, pondering. If that's the case, how did Kyogoku Makoto get in?
He remembered that the other person had come with Sonoko Suzuki and her group, so there was no prior reservation.

Looking at the security guards who were about to pounce on him, Xia Chuan had a sudden thought.

Good grief, I guess I'm being treated like a bad guy.
Sure enough, it's not like you can dress like this without attracting attention.

As the two sides confronted each other at the door, the door in the corridor suddenly opened with a "bang," and Conan, wearing a beach short-sleeved shirt, rushed out with his short legs.

Conan's attention was entirely focused on the car rolling backward in the sloping parking lot, and he didn't even glance at Natsukawa and the other person before quickly passing them.

Even if he discovers it, he still knows what's more important in this situation.

Xiao Lan was following closely behind the other person.

It's hard to imagine that Ran, who is nine times the height of Conan, can run slower than Conan.

However, Makoto Kyogoku also strode out, followed by that deranged killer.

Vodka craned his neck to watch the show, when suddenly an idea struck him.

Are they planning to dine and dash?

Vodka's words immediately made the security captain realize what was going on.

Restaurants require payment upon departure. The two people who ran away earlier and the two people behind them seemed to have come together. If that's the case, they might really be planning to skip out on the bill!

At this moment, the security captain couldn't care less about Xia Chuan and the other two. He and two team members rushed up to stop Daoxie Masahiko and Kyogoku Makoto, who were trying to skip out on their bill.

"Sorry, you haven't paid the bill yet, you can't leave!"

The atmosphere became somewhat tense for a moment.

"To me, this is just an ordinary restaurant."

Xia Chuan turned around to explain, only to find that Vodka wasn't listening at all, but was staring intently at Kyogoku Makoto.

That look in his eyes just now!
With proper training, they are perfect assassin material!

"I'll cover their expenses!"

Vodka waved his hand and pulled out several Fukuzawa Yukichi bills, slapping them on the security captain.

The security guard was stunned for a moment, but as long as someone paid, it was fine.

"Thank you, Mr. Uozuka!"

Kyogoku Makoto clearly recognized Vodka's identity, thanked him, and rushed over the threshold.

He was extremely fast. Although Conan and Ran were also fast, from Natsukawa's perspective, it was clear that Kyogoku Makoto caught up with them in just a few seconds and then overtook them.

"I knew I wasn't mistaken!"

Vodka was overjoyed and clapped his hands loudly in approval.

"Stop looking. Something's happened over there. The police will probably be here soon. Our identities don't allow us to stay here. Let's go back to the hostel."

Their identities are actually documented, but without disguises, Conan will definitely discover them, so it's best to leave first.

"It's him!"

Dao Xie Zheng Yan's mind was in turmoil, and he was sweating profusely, but in the end, Xia Chuan didn't even glance at him.

There was relief, confusion, and anger!
Who do you look down on?
Watching Natsukawa depart, Dokyo Masahiko clenched his fist.

"That bastard made me spend the whole night in the hospital."

He already hated Natsukawa to the core, and now Natsukawa's attitude was like this, and he seemed to have a good relationship with Kyogoku Makoto, who had repeatedly prevented him from flirting with people. His anger was about to burst out of his skull.

Dokyo Masahiko turned to look at the car that was slowly sliding toward the cliff.

"Go to hell! Who told you to take pictures of me killing someone!"

It would have been better if he hadn't looked, because when he did, Masahiko Dokyo's eyes widened in shock!
What he saw was that the innkeeper named Makoto Kyogoku had actually caught up with the car.

That's not all, the key is what happens next!
Kyogoku Makoto overtook the car with superhuman speed, then suddenly leaped up, assuming a karate flying kick stance, and kicked the hood of the car.

The car seemed to be hit by a truck; its front end lurched and swayed violently before slowly coming to a stop by rubbing against the roadside wall.

"Amazing."

This wasn't said by Daoxie Masahiko, but by the security captain standing next to him.

In fact, Dokyo Masahiko was so shocked that he couldn't speak.

A mix of emotions welled up inside me, and tears involuntarily streamed down my face.

Time and again, ever since he started flirting with Sonoko Suzuki, he seems to have been inextricably linked with bad luck.

This time, even the car financed through a loan was used as a tool in the crime, yet it was still thwarted.
委屈
"No, this must be just a coincidence. If it doesn't work this time, there will be a next time!"

With a thousand thoughts swirling in his mind, Daoxie Zhengyan did his best to calm himself down, displaying the acting skills of a professional actor as he ran towards the scene with his worry written all over his face.

"Thank you!"

Sonoko Suzuki turned pale, thinking to herself that she must ask her father to arrange twenty security guards for her when she got back.

Do not!
Two hundred!
"I'm glad you're okay. Don't easily trust people who hit on you when you're out and about, especially those who are all talk and no action. And never sleep in someone else's car."

Kyogoku Makoto looked away from the handbrake.

The handbrake was released, and behind the parking lot slope was a cliff—this was the prelude to killing Sonoko Suzuki!

Needless to say, this was definitely the work of Daoxie Zhengyan.

But why? Could he really be that serial killer?
"Um... I understand."

While I'm very grateful to Makoto Kyogoku, isn't he being a bit too nosy?
Sonoko Suzuki felt a little aggrieved; what was with this lecturing tone towards a child?

The initial goodwill she felt slowly faded. Kyogoku Makoto hadn't given her a good impression these past two days, and now, his words were incredibly rude.

Conan leaned closer to examine the handbrake, lost in thought, his gaze lingering on Dokyo Masahiko several times.

He shared the same suspicions as Makoto Kyogoku.

Dokyo Masahiko was the last person to leave the car; if there's a problem, it's definitely him!

However, he has not yet connected the other party with the previous murderer.

"Huh, what's this?"

Conan walked to the parking spot and suddenly saw a "∫" shaped object on the ground with two sharp iron ends lying there.

After some observation, he determined that the thing was a lock-picking tool.

The police arrived quickly and, using the lock-picking tool, successfully led the police astray.

Believing that someone had opened Dokyo Masahiko's car, he deliberately released the handbrake.

This is very likely related to the incident involving the murderer that Daoxie Masahiko committed last night; it's retaliation!

"No, the culprit must be Dokyo Masahiko!"

From the initial approach to now, everything seems very deliberate to Conan. Does the presence of this lock-picking tool really mean that someone has pried open the car door? He had just checked the car doors, and apart from the rear door, which was too badly damaged due to friction with the wall, the locks on the other three doors showed no signs of being pried open.

It can't be such a coincidence, can it? Besides, if you need to pull the handbrake, wouldn't it be easier to pry open the front door?

Furthermore, since the car door was already open, why not just kill them directly? Pulling the handbrake seemed redundant.

Although it has been determined that Doyaku Masahiko is the murderer, the reasoning is still not complete as long as the rear door cannot be confirmed. We need to find out Doyaku Masahiko's purpose and reason!

Yokomizo Sango quickly completed his preliminary investigation, but he still needed to go to the police station to give a statement.

Sonoko Suzuki happened to be a woman with brown hair, so it's hard to say that this case wasn't a second crime committed by the same perpetrator.

"Conan, hurry up, let's walk to the police station!"

"Why walk?" Conan asked, puzzled. "Because Sonoko is afraid of cars now, and walking to the police station isn't far, it's okay."

"Hey, Sonoko-neechan, can I see your camera?"

On the way, Conan quietly approached Sonoko Suzuki and borrowed her camera.

I just thought about it carefully, and it seems that Dokyo Masahiko mentioned the camera quite a few times.

He suspected that Sonoko Suzuki might have photographed something.

When Masahiko Dokyo noticed Conan's little trick, his expression changed.

There's no time to waste; we must kill Suzuki Sonoko as quickly as possible and get the film.

And Conan, whether he saw it or not, we can't let him get away!
Daoxie Masahiko's eyes darted around, and he sneakily leaned close to Suzuki Sonoko's ear and made up an excuse, saying, "Sonoko, it seems like someone is following us."

Sonoko Suzuki trembled, a sense of fear welling up inside her.

"What should we do? The police station seems to be quite a distance away."

“I now suspect that the serial killer might be connected to that hostel employee. He appears wherever you are, which seems suspicious. Let’s run towards the forest; the police station is just across the forest.”

According to research, women in love are cool all over, with all their heat concentrated in their heart. This means that their thoughts don't go through their brains, but only through their pounding hearts.

Sonoko Suzuki nodded vigorously, her face flushed, and said, "I believe you!"

Dokyo Masahiko grabbed Suzuki Sonoko's hand and started running, a strange smile appearing on his face.

Ran, who was walking behind, was stunned when she saw her best friend being dragged into the forest by Masahiko Dosaku.

"Hey, what do you want?"

Conan looked over upon hearing the sound, and his expression changed drastically.

The two moved very quickly, disappearing into the bushes in less than two seconds.

Conan didn't find anything in the camera, but that didn't stop him from knowing Masahiko Dosaku's purpose.

"Sister Ran, Dokyo Masahiko is very likely the real culprit who almost caused Sonoko's death. We absolutely cannot let him take Sonoko away!"

"But he should have been in the restaurant when the car rolled away!"

"It must be ice from the cooler. He put the ice in front of the wheels beforehand, then released the handbrake, and waited for the ice to melt naturally so the car could roll away!"

"The reason is that we've only been in Izu for a short time, how could we possibly be being targeted!"

Ran trusts Conan completely; she had already taken long strides the moment Conan uttered his first words.

But curiosity still prompted her to ask.

"I don't know. He's about to make a move. If we just arrest him, what evidence would we need?"

Conan was righteous and confident. The murderer was right in his face, and he had already abducted women. What other evidence did he need? He would just arrest him right away!

Dokyo Masahiko pulled Suzuki Sonoko into the depths of the forest. The forest was eerily quiet, with only the sound of their breathing rising and falling.

As the eldest daughter of the Suzuki family, she hadn't exercised much to begin with. Although a faster heartbeat could increase adrenaline secretion, she still quickly became exhausted.

"I can't run anymore!"

Dao Xiezheng remained silent and glanced back.

Looking at that gaze, Sonoko Suzuki suddenly felt a chill run down her spine; it was terrifying.

Before she could speak, she felt a tremendous force on her hand, and Suzuki Sonoko was thrown into the air and spun around once.

boom!
Sonoko Suzuki slammed her head against the tree, the intense pain preventing her from moving an inch.

"Tao Xie Masahiko?"

Sonoko Suzuki's heart sank.

"Hehe, Sonoko, sorry, but it's your fault for taking pictures of things you shouldn't have. Besides, these past two days have been too torturous for me. I can't swallow this anger unless I kill you!"

Seeing Dokyo Masahiko slowly approaching like a demon, Sonoko had no choice but to scream desperately.

"Hehehe, a woman and a child, they won't find this place so quickly, and when they do, they'll end up like you!"

Sonoko Suzuki is still too young. If she were to say that her father is the richest man in Japan, given Masahiko Dokyo's cowardly nature, he might not dare to make a move.

Killing Sonoko Suzuki exposed his identity, and he had nowhere to hide in all of Japan.

Dao Xiezhengyan pulled out a short blade he had prepared beforehand, rubbed the wound on the back of his head caused by falling from the roof yesterday, and revealed a fierce look.

She caused all of this!
The short blade was raised.

"go to hell!"

Sunlight streamed through the trees, and the short blade, gleaming coldly, stabbed down with force.

"I've already told you, don't easily trust guys who hit on you."

Sonoko Suzuki opened her eyes halfway, trembling, and her arm, which was pressed against her face, revealed a gap.

What came into view was not the distorted face of Dokyo Masahiko, but a handsome, dark-skinned man wearing glasses.

Makoto Kyogoku is indeed quite good, very handsome.

If he hadn't repeatedly given Sonoko a bad impression, he probably would have been one of Sonoko's crushes.

All I can say is that first impressions are very important!
And now, Kyogoku Makoto has a very good impression on her.

Especially when Masahiko Dokyo truly revealed his true nature, Sonoko realized that Makoto Kyogoku might have been protecting her from the very beginning when he appeared by her side!

My heart, which had just fallen silent, began to beat again.

"You again!"

Dokyo Masahiko's mentality had exploded. He forcefully pulled out the short blade stuck in Kyogoku Makoto's arm and held it in front of him, ready to attack at any moment.

"Are you OK?"

The blood from the short blade splattered onto Sonoko Suzuki's hand. Only then did she realize that Makoto Kyogoku had used his own arm to block Masahiko Dokyo's attack!

"No!"

Conan and Ran arrived late and were almost speechless when they saw what was happening.

"Last night at the hospital, I warned you to stay away from her. Didn't you hear me?"

Kyogoku Makoto turned around, his head slightly raised as he glanced sideways at Dokyo Masahiko.

Perhaps finding his glasses an eyesore, Makoto Kyogoku took them off and tossed them onto the grass.

In his eyes, a flame called anger burned fiercely. The sea breeze seemed to stop at this moment, and the rustling forest was completely silent, with only fallen leaves falling.

"So it was him! I knew I'd seen him somewhere before!"

Xiao Lan's eyes widened, and she covered her mouth in disbelief.

"Who is he?"

Conan, acting as the straight man, asked.

"Makoto Kyogoku, captain of Beika High School Karate Team, known as the 'Kicking Prince'! All-Japan Karate Black Belt Champion!"

Daoxie Zhengyan heard it too, of course. Karate, kicking the noble young master, what a great name!
But why is he so skeptical?

He's just a high school student. In his eyes, eighteen is still just a child. How much strength could he possibly have? And yet he's a karate champion. Japanese karate has really disappointed him.

"Whether you're a karate champion or not, nothing can stop me. Since we're here, let's all stay!"

Dokyo Masahiko gradually became expressionless, gripped the short blade in his hand, and took a step forward to sweep it horizontally!
With a weapon in hand, and having already slashed the other party, and with blood still dripping from Kyogoku's hand, wouldn't it be a disservice to Kyogoku's heroic act of catching the knife with his bare hand if he didn't seize the opportunity to step in?
"Perhaps being a Japanese karate champion isn't all that great."

Kyogoku Makoto charged toward Dokyo Masahiko at an even faster speed, dodging the sharp blade just as it was about to make contact.

The blade grazed his chest, tearing his T-shirt, but caused no harm.

Dokyo Masahiko realized he was in trouble and wanted to back down, but Kyogoku Makoto wouldn't give him the chance.

One move was already his biggest concession!

The wound on my arm is still throbbing slightly.

Dokyo Masahiko must pay the price for his actions.

"what!"

The scream startled the birds into flight. Dokyo Masahiko's wrist was gripped tightly, and the intense pain made his hand release the short blade against his will.

"But you're not qualified to comment on it."

Kyogoku Makoto gave a cold laugh, grabbed the other person's wrist and pulled him towards himself, then kicked the other person's still-grounded foot with his right foot.

In slow motion, you can see that Dokyo Masahiko is lifted into the air, his legs kicking wildly, his face filled with panic and helplessness, as he can only let his body take off.

"You should experience what it feels like to be flung away!"

Makoto Kyogoku's arm muscles are well-proportioned, and the lines he shows when he exerts force are captivating. His pulling motion appears extremely swift under the support of tremendous force.

Dokyo Masahiko was thrown out like a skipping stone, spinning countless times in the air before crashing into a tree trunk ten meters away with a scream.

The sound stopped suddenly.

(Ask for monthly ticket)

(End of this chapter)