He's a crossover character in anime/manga, and basically just very despicable.

Conan wanted to reach out and save his companions who had been taken away by the devil, but his hands couldn't grasp anything.

"The smell of blood..."

Conan arrived very quickly. From the moment Hattori relayed the message to his arrival, less than two minutes had passed. That was far too little time for the culprit to escape through the narrow alley.

However, the murderer didn't seem to have any intention of escaping, and didn't even bother to put in the effort to cover up the scene.

"Hattori..."

His head was almost completely gone, a horrific sight caused by the bone bullets from Kurosaki Azami.

Covered in wounds, the once-spirited Osaka detective met such a tragic end.

"Hattori... Hattori's there... at that bastard's feet..."

Even by mental age, Conan is only a teenager.

A broken heart roars in despair—

"Hattori--!!!!!"

——————————————Two minutes ago————————————————————

"I'll be waiting for you in hell..."

Hattori Heiji died. Corrupted by the demonic bullet, his face, distorted like an oil painting wiped by a lousy painter, wore a relieved and mocking smile.

"Bastard! Bastard!! You bastard!!!"

With his tiny feet kicking furiously at Hattori Heiji, Sawada Hiroki, in a frenzy, vented his rage on the corpse.

What a damned prey! That creature, which is not even as good as a dung beetle in a toilet, dared to treat him like this!

A wave of immense shame and anger instantly filled the white-haired boy's mind.

"Have you made enough of a scene?"

A chilling, wintery voice echoed in his mind, instantly stopping Hiroki Sawada's act of desecrating the corpse.

“That ‘Jesus’ has already come; you can’t leave now.”

I will offer you some assistance next, but whether you find it useful depends on your own efforts.

"My lord! My lord..."

No matter how much Hiroki Sawada shouted, Azami Kurosaki did not respond again.

Back to the present.

"You are... Hiroki Sawada!!!"

Seeing the distraught young murderer before him, Conan's anger flared into a sea of ​​flames.

"You bastard..."

Without even a hint of persuading him to surrender, Conan pressed the button on his belt, and the soccer ball made of high-strength material landed directly in front of him. The power-enhancing shoes also emitted a faint light, indicating that they had been switched to maximum power output.

If Conan wanted to, he could kick Hiroki's head off in the next second.

"...Do you have anything else to say?"

However, Conan's motto is "Even the most heinous criminals cannot be killed outright; they must be brought to trial by law."

"What's the point of saying anything now?"

Strangely enough, when facing death, Hiroki Sawada thought of Azami Kurosaki.

"Could you please just die?" "Or rather, should I die?"

This is a question I've been pondering since I can remember.

Born into an unhappy family, I was a genius who was misunderstood from a young age, and this became even more so after he awakened my substitute.

I can defeat anyone, even if it means murder and arson...

Since I met him, for the first time I've had a genuine wish not to be killed by him... He's just too powerful, too beautiful, too incredible...

And he was also the first person in the world to acknowledge me... I've always been waiting for someone like that to appear...

"It can still be fired..."

I must not be killed by Lord Ji... I must not be abandoned by Lord Ji...

puff.

The bullet flew out and hit Conan in the abdomen.

"You bastard..."

The sudden attack caused Conan to fall to the ground, his cheek kissing the cold ground. His legs were weak from blood loss, and he couldn't kick the soccer ball at all.

However, there is one more trick.

thump.

With lingering joy and astonishment on his face, Hiroki Sawada knelt down and prostrated himself on the ground.

"This is... my last tranquilizer dart... and I also have this..."

Conan is very grateful to Professor Agasa.

Although he disappeared for some unknown reason after making the last modification to the watch a few months ago, he had previously installed a "one-button alarm" function on Conan's watch.

Hearing the distant sirens, Conan smiled contentedly, murmuring his last words before losing consciousness:

"It was me... who won... justice... who won..."

——————————————————The Crimson King————————————————

"They're still breathing! Get them to the nearest hospital immediately!"

"Get the spare bandages and alcohol! The best first-aid specialist, come and treat the wound!"

"Team One, take your men to the hospital! Team Two and I will investigate the scene!"

After making well-organized arrangements, the police captain went deep into the crime scene.

"A gunshot, but no spent cartridges... So this is what they meant by 'that thing'? Looks like we need to deal with this properly."

The officers were about to lift the two unconscious men into the car when the captain stopped them.

“Let me do it. I got first place in the emergency wound treatment exam at the police academy. I’ll treat the kids’ wounds.”

"Yes!"

After watching his two subordinates leave, the captain leaned into the back seat of the car and unbuttoned Conan's clothes.

Eavesdropping devices, voice recorders, spy communication devices...

"That's quite a lot."

All of these things were found and then crushed by the captain.

"That way, the boss's instructions are completely correct."

Meanwhile, on the Ferris wheel.

Without looking at the blushing Fujiwara Chika, Kurosaki Azami had only one thought in his mind.

"I won't let you ruin my plans."

Will justice prevail?

Of course.

Because the victor is justice.

What did Kurosaki Azami say in chapter 144?

"That's utter nonsense!!!"

At the Tokyo District Court, a lawyer delivers a passionate speech from the defense.

"To say that my client, Hiroki Sawada, is the murderer? That's utterly absurd and laughable!"

The lawyer turned to the prosecution witness—a police officer.

"Prosecutor, have you found the murder weapon?"

The police officer was somewhat embarrassed by his aggressive opponent.

"Uh...no."

"Then, is the presence of surveillance video at the scene sufficient to prove my client's guilt?"

"Uh... I'm sorry, no."

"What about witnesses? Are there any suitable witness testimonies? Or expert opinions would also be helpful."

"This...this is really not available..."

Well, we lost this round.

Seeing her unreliable and incompetent teammates, Reiko Kujo, the ace of the Tokyo District Public Prosecutors Office and known as the "Madonna of the Prosecutors World," was extremely disappointed.

However, she never intended to win this case from the beginning.

The case was discovered just two days ago, and the trial is starting the day after tomorrow? How can there be any time to gather evidence? There's not even enough time to write the case file!

I had reported this to my superiors, but it was rejected by Minister Fujiwara because the matter involved the death of the young master of the Osaka Prefectural Police Headquarters, and the family demanded a result as soon as possible.

That being said, when faced with the mysterious death of their son, shouldn't the family demand a thorough investigation instead of letting the matter drop?

This case is filled with an eerie and dangerous atmosphere.

Seven victims, including the son of a high-ranking police officer; the suspect is someone closely associated with the head of the Hyakushi family; the evidence collection process was rushed, as if someone wanted the case resolved quickly...

Forget it, it's probably just some petty squabbles from those big families again.

Despite being a top prosecutor, Reiko Kujo isn't the type to risk her life for everything.

In this country dominated by large conglomerates, for the upper class, even the most powerful trump card is still just a card that must be held tightly in their hands.

A bad card will simply be torn up by the cardholder and replaced with a more obedient one.

In all her years as a prosecutor, this was the first time Reiko Kujo had felt so powerless...