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His reputation here is about the same as it was before Shinichi Kudo disappeared, so his words carry a lot of weight.

"Is this how the Japanese police handle cases?"

A voice came from behind the crowd. Hattori Heiji looked up and frowned. It was the uncle who had been kicked away by Mouri Ran.

“Uncle, I’m a detective,” Hattori Heiji said, looking at Frank.

"Detective? A profession that will inevitably be replaced. It's really strange. Your police are too incompetent. It's one thing that they didn't seal off the scene after a death, but they're here listening to a kid spouting nonsense before even conducting a full autopsy."

Frank, relying on his status as a foreigner, squeezed his way to the very back, but Sakata immediately came up and stopped him.

"What? He can go in but I can't?" Frank stopped and looked at Sakata. If Sakata gave the wrong answer, he would immediately accuse him of discrimination. He was very familiar with this tactic, after all, he used to work in the United States.

"Hey, hey, hey, where did you come from, you weirdo? Don't cause trouble here! Heiji is very strong!" Kazuha Toyama shouted from the side.

Frank reached out and took off his sunglasses, glancing at the corpse. "Height 170 to 175 cm, arm length about 65 cm, skilled in police combat techniques, not an impulsive killer, with strong mental fortitude, but probably not very strong."

At this point, Frank looked up at the fallen railing.

"Judging from the marks, the body was hanging there for no more than an hour. Before being pulled out, the body was either indoors or covered by something..."

The onlookers were stunned by what Frank said. Although they couldn't understand it, they felt that he was very professional and impressive.

Frank lowered his head and beckoned to Hattori Heiji, "Come here, I need your help with something."

Hattori Heiji walked over instinctively.

When describing crimes, Frank possessed an extreme confidence, even stronger than that of these renowned detectives, as if he had witnessed the entire murder firsthand.

"Now I'm the murderer, and you're playing the criminal. Is that a problem?"

"No."

Frank walked up to Hattori Heiji and extended his hand as if he were a normal person. Hattori Heiji also extended his hand, ready to shake hands in a friendly manner.

The instant their palms met, Frank swung his arm, twisted his hand, and pinned Hattori Heiji to the ground. At the same time, his knee pressed against Hattori's back. This was a standard grappling technique used in police combat.

Of course, in the United States, this martial art has another name—"I Don't Breathe."

Hattori Heiji instinctively resisted, but Frank gently twisted his arm, and Hattori Heiji, in pain, could no longer put up a coherent resistance. At this point, Frank suddenly loosened his grip a little.

"Keep resisting. In your opinion, if you are subdued, you will surely die."

Upon hearing this, Hattori Heiji began to twist and turn. He realized that after being subdued by the police, without an absolute power difference, the only way to resist was to keep twisting his body, which would bring even more pain, not to mention that there was a murderer controlling the movement of his joints from behind.

Having done that, Frank released his grip. "Do you understand?"

Hattori Heiji got up from the ground, frowning and clenching his fists. There was a small crumpled piece of paper in his palm, which Frank had just slipped into his hand.

Frank turned to face the others, or rather, to Officer Sakata.

"The murderer is either someone the victim knows well or someone with a naturally trustworthy identity."

"After all, a normal person wouldn't shake hands normally with only two other people around without a reason."

"Secondly, the murderer must have had a grudge against the victim. After subduing him by surprise, he casually revealed his grudge, which caused the victim to struggle continuously, resulting in the marks on the front of the body."

As Sakata listened to Frank's words, cold sweat poured down his forehead.

This is horrifying. Frank's account is almost identical to the truth, as if Frank were standing right next to him when he committed the murder.

Frank chuckled and looked away from Sakata. If he kept scaring him like this, the guy would turn himself in on the spot. He had no mental fortitude.

As for how he knew it was Sakata, don't forget that Frank was extremely familiar with revenge killings. Besides, his men had taken more lives than Sakata, the policeman, had seen. How could he not tell who here was really hiding something?

"Also, the fact that the body fell on the police car was no coincidence. You could have just asked the people around there. How could such a big thing be hanging on the roof without anyone noticing?"

"As for why it's a patrol car, the answer is simple; you'll understand once you think about it yourselves."

Conan already understood. After all, Frank had explained it so clearly: the body was on the patrol car because the murderer was demonstrating or because the murderer was temporarily unable to control the patrol car's direction due to some other matter.

Heiji Hattori knew more, since he had dragged Officer Sakata along on this trip, meaning that this was an unexpected event for him.

"Finally, let me remind you of one more thing." Frank put on his sunglasses, slowly walked out of the crowd, and looked at a woman with a panicked expression. "Some things are inescapable."

Under Frank's watchful eye, the woman hurriedly fled backward, jumped into a car, and drove away from the scene in a few quick movements.

Officer Sakata leaned weakly against the patrol car, knowing it was all over.

Chapter 138 Hydra - Dr. Zola (Bonus Chapter for Alliance Leader Qingheyue)

After Sakata lost the will to resist, the serial murder case in Osaka came to an end. The fourth person Sakata was going to kill, the aunt, finally couldn't bear the pressure and confessed everything.

Around 8 p.m., Heiji Hattori found an excuse and took Conan to a place written on Frank's note.

As Conan went outside, he stroked his chin. He felt that Ran Mouri was acting strangely. Since noon, she had been staring at him, and her expression was somewhat melancholy, like a little animal that had been abandoned and distrusted.

"Hey, Kudo, what are you thinking about?" Hattori Heiji called out to Conan, then looked up at the seemingly ordinary little shop in front of him.

He had a strange premonition that his values ​​would be severely challenged once he went inside.

Perhaps this is the intuition of a master detective.

Conan, however, didn't think that much about it. He was really tired of using this small body and would be happy to turn back into a high school detective as soon as possible.

Pushing open the shop door, the lights inside were all on, but there was no mysterious atmosphere.

Conan scanned the already cleared-out shop and saw only two men; the other woman and girl were nowhere to be seen.

Vernon tapped the table, gesturing for Conan and the others to sit down, and at the same time, the two chairs closest to them sprang out.

"Ai Haibara, stop thinking about it and come downstairs." Vernon called out to the second floor.

After a while, Ai Haibara came running down the stairs in a few quick steps, carrying a large stack of draft paper, and sat down at the table.

"Everyone's here. Let me introduce myself: Ouroboros, Vernon."

"Ouroboros, Frank."

Ai Haibara hesitated for a moment, "Former member of the Black Organization, original name Shiho Miyano, codename Sherry, current name Ai Haibara."

Conan and Heiji Hattori exchanged a glance. So these people weren't from the same organization?

"His original name was Shinichi Kudo, and his current name is Conan Edogawa. He is a detective."

"Heiji Hattori, the number one detective in Kansai."

Vernon nodded; at least the people present weren't foolish enough to hide their true identities at this point.

"Ai Haibara, you go first. You know more, and we'll add more information based on yours."

Ai Haibara spread out the draft in her hand, sorted out the logic, and slowly began to speak, "The code names in the organization are basically names of alcoholic beverages. I am in charge of drug development in the organization, and the drug's code name is aptx-4869."

Conan raised his hand and interjected, "The kind of drug I took?"

Ai Haibara answered his question very straightforwardly, "That's right, we took the same drug. This drug is widely used as a poison in the organization because the cause of death of people who take it cannot be found by existing testing methods. The cause of death in autopsies is usually heart disease."

Frank tapped the table. "As far as I know, there are other similar drugs. There's no need to invest so much effort in a poison and force its widespread use."

“Yes.” Ai Haibara flicked her hair. “When the organization first told me about the requirements, they didn’t describe it as a poison. In fact, my research and personal experience have shown that some users experience body shrinkage.”

"In addition, to be honest, this drug was already under development before I took over."

Ai Haibara glanced at the draft and recalled, "There is a similar drug in the organization, codenamed Silver Bullet. It was invented by my parents, Atsushi Miyano and Elena Miyano."

“Atsushi Miyano…” Conan pondered for a few seconds, “I’ve heard of that name. Professor Agasa said he’s a scientist with extremely high professional competence, and he also told me that the outside world’s talk of him as a mad scientist is completely a slander against him…”

At this point, Conan fell silent. Professor Agasa still knew too little. Atsushi Miyano, who was in charge of projects in the Black Organization, was no less insane.

“My parents died in a fire.” Ai Haibara said with a hint of sadness. “I was only a few years old at the time. Looking back now, that fire was really strange because after the fire, almost all the data and backup data about the Silver Bullet were lost, and aptx-4869 was, strictly speaking, just a new drug of the same kind.”

Frank stroked his chin. This operation seemed familiar. Perhaps those two scientists noticed something was wrong, chose to resist, and were then killed.

Ai Haibara took a deep breath. "Actually, in the process of recalling just now, I remembered that my parents mentioned someone when I was very young. The concept of the silver bullet was proposed by that person."

"That person was called Dr. Zola. According to my parents' assessment at the time, he was an absolute genius."

Vernon twirled his fingers on the table twice, indicating that his memory was indeed quite clear with the aid of magic.

Frank, standing next to him, looked a little off.

“Let’s continue talking about Dr. Zola,” Frank began.

"Actually, I don't know much. I only remember my father saying that Dr. Zola had proposed an idea that people in the future could upload their consciousness to computers..."

Upon hearing Ai Haibara's words, Frank leaned back in his chair, his face grave.

"Frank, what's wrong?" Vernon asked.

"Have you read the Ouroboros or the international reports on the eradication of Hydra?" Frank asked rhetorically.

“No, I was too busy to pay attention to that at the time,” Vernon continued.

Frank took a deep breath.

"Dr. Zola is hailed as Hydra's top scientist. During the cleanup operation, the cleanup crew discovered that he had uploaded his consciousness into a computer."

"It's just that those computers were physically disconnected from the internet, so Zola hasn't been able to do anything significant."

"When the secret base was opened, he immediately took control of a large area of ​​the network and launched a counterattack against the clearing personnel. In the end, Master Heimerdinger took action and directly defeated Zola, who was hiding in the network, from the front."

Vernon could hardly believe it. "You mean these two Zoras are the same person? How can that be?!"

The Clock Tower went to great lengths to open the passage to the multiverse, so why did Hydra get there first? And if Hydra really had that ability, they shouldn't have been able to do so without causing much of a stir during the purge.

"I don't know. I hope it's not one, otherwise it'll be troublesome," Frank said gravely.

“Are there other people like that? Also, what is Zola’s code name?” Vernon then asked.

Ai Haibara shook her head. "I don't know. I only remember that my father and the others seemed to have never seen this person before. They only knew the name from some documents."

Conan and Heiji Hattori exchanged glances. They could tell that Hydra seemed to be a terrifying criminal organization, but they didn't really know just how terrifying it was.

On the contrary, Ai Haibara had a feeling, after all, anything that could make Franky and the others feel like they were facing a formidable enemy must be extraordinary!

Chapter 139 Exploring a Diverse World: Does Hydra even deserve it?

As silence fell, Vernon made some changes to his personal computer.

“I’ve informed Fina that it’s not safe here. Let’s find somewhere else to talk.”

Vernon stood up and led a few people into the yard.

"It'll be a bit crowded later, so bear with it. Heiji Hattori, carry Shinichi Kudo. After we go up, Ai Haibara, you go find Fina, understand?" Vernon continued.