The cross-dressing master in the world of Detective Conan

As it turns out, underestimating Kazama Kaoru was a terrible thing.

She certainly wasn't born with superhuman strength, but if her overall qualities were superior to those of humans, the resulting boost would be terrifying.

The pointed leather boots, with tremendous force, fractured the man's wrist.

Along with the katana in his hand, this guy's values ​​also flew away.

Covered in mud, he couldn't believe that this woman, who looked like just a pretty face, could have such amazing skills.

"I am now formally arresting you on charges of obstructing official business and assaulting a police officer."

Kazama Kaoru wasn't an unreasonable person. Seeing that he had injured the guy's wrist by kicking him, he immediately handcuffed the other hand to the back seat of the motorcycle where the guy was lying on the ground, and then removed the key from it.

Is that all?

Conan's mouth gaped open, hardly believing his eyes.

In his worldview, Xiaolan is already a non-human being, capable of kicking a door open with a single kick.

I never imagined that such perverts would be everywhere, and they were all women. It seems this world is not suitable for men to live in.

Do you think he can still leave here on a motorcycle?

Instead of answering, Kaoru Kazama asked a question, dangling the motorcycle key in her hand.

"That person looks like Mr. Saijo Taiga."

After observing for a while, Conan said a name.

Have you seen this person before?

Now it was Kazama Kaoru's turn to be curious. Conan only came to Kyoto for a short while and already met the culprit. He's lucky enough to win the lottery.

"I met this person today when I was at Saneng Temple with my uncle. He and the abbot are both kendo enthusiasts."

"I see. It's still unclear whether this guy is the murderer or not. Let's lock him up first. Even just the charge of assaulting a police officer is enough to make him suffer."

From the moment he lost the ability to resist, this guy named Saijo Taiga remained silent, his head bowed low, almost buried in the mud.

Upon hearing Kazama Kaoru's words, he reflexively raised his head.

"What, do you have a different opinion?"

Kaoru Kazama looked at the guy who was carrying a controlled knife and had attacked the police officers indiscriminately.

Given his proficiency in archery, the possibility of him not being the murderer is extremely small. All that's left is to find evidence.

If the five copies of the Yoshitsune that the deceased lost can be found in this guy's house, then his crime can be established without any further explanation.

So Kazama Kaoru wasn't flustered at all.

"You will pay for this, I promise."

Saijo Taiga, with a cold expression, said this inexplicable thing and then lowered his head as if he hadn't said anything at all, leaving everyone present puzzled.

"Officer Kazama, is that you?"

Shouts could be heard from afar; they came from the Kyoto Prefectural Police.

It seems Miwako and the others have arrived. It's time to take this guy back with us.

The two detectives were still pondering. It was probably that what that guy had just said that made their already suspicious minds even more uncertain, and they wondered why he was so fearless.

Kaoru Kazama was quite nonchalant, or rather, she didn't take this seemingly polite remark about failure to heart at all.

He wasn't the first person to say such things, but among those who did, he simply had the highest combat prowess.

Chapter 384 Selling off ancestral land without a care

Modern interrogation techniques are already very advanced, so there's no need for Kazama Kaoru to get involved.

So she confidently took a hands-off approach and went off to have dinner with Miwako.

Wandering through the brightly lit streets of Kyoto, seeing these ancient buildings in front of me, I felt as if I had traveled back to ancient times, and my whole aura was instantly elevated.

It's really quite different from the modern international metropolis of Tokyo. No wonder the Kyoto Prefectural Police look down on Osaka and Tokyo; this place is truly wonderful.

As someone who transmigrated from China, Kaoru Kazama has always maintained a detached, spectator-like attitude towards these places due to her inherent prejudices.

Kyoto has always felt that Osaka is unsophisticated and Tokyo is mercenary, and that only its own little corner of the world deserves to be called a land of outstanding people and talents.

However, Kaoru Kazama truly experienced the local customs and culture of Japan for the first time. Every country and nation has its own history and traditions.

These spiritual legacies are an important reason why this nation is able to unite.

Ironically, this place clearly shows strong Tang Dynasty characteristics, yet we Chinese are less concerned about the inheritance and protection of ancient culture than outsiders.

This kind of mentality is probably what they call "selling one's father's land without feeling any pain."

With a history spanning five thousand years and countless cultural heritages, the Chinese people naturally don't care so much about such things.

When one has a large fortune, wasting a little bit doesn't seem like such a big deal.

When we look back, even our ancestors might belong to someone else.

"Xiao Xun, what's wrong? You seem to be in a bad mood?"

Miwako keenly noticed the change in Kazama Kaoru's mood, assuming she was troubled by the case from earlier that day. She never imagined that this guy sitting here eating noodles would be concerned about national affairs.

"It's nothing, I was just contemplating life. You know, women have those few days every month, right?"

"That's true. You must take good care of yourself."

Kaoru Kazama blurted out that sentence, and when she came to her senses, she found that Miwako was already giving her instructions.

It's obvious that Kaoru Kazama's words were interpreted in a completely correct way; heaven knows that's not what she really meant.

Men have a few days each month when they feel down, and no one will take it seriously if you jokingly call it "menstrual period".

But women are different; they really have a few serious days.

Full of regret, Kaoru Kazama could only silently attack the curry rice on his plate. This old restaurant was also recommended by Miwako.

And it turns out they're all old friends of Sato Masayoshi. I really don't know how a police officer from the Tokyo Metropolitan Police Department could have so many old friends in Kyoto, and coincidentally, they're all chefs. What a coincidence!

This at least shows that Officer Sato Masayoshi is quite particular about food.

Just look at the genes he passed on to Miwako. A girl who fell in love with Sichuan cuisine at first sight, and developed from a taste for mild flavors to a love for spicy food, no one would believe she's not a foodie when it comes to her acceptance of food.

"Beep beep beep"

Just as Kaoru Kazama was taking his last bite, the phone in his pocket suddenly rang.

Kazama Kaoru quickly stuffed a large spoonful of curry rice into his mouth, then took out his phone from his pocket, pressed the answer button, and put it to his ear.

"Moshi moshi, I am Kazama."

Because his mouth was full of food, the words were muffled, leaving the person on the other end confused for a moment. They looked down to check who had called before answering the phone.

"Officer Kazama, a murder has occurred at the Yamakura Chaya in Pontocho. Please get to the scene as soon as possible."

"okay, I get it."

The call was from a patrol officer in Kyoto Prefecture, so something must have happened.

The suspect had already been caught, and it was estimated that in another two or three days, once the guy confessed, he could go back to Tokyo and live a carefree life.

I never expected that a case would happen at this critical juncture that would alarm me.

Here, I would like to emphasize that Kazama Kaoru, as the head of the task force, would be equivalent to an imperial envoy temporarily in charge of a local area if he were in ancient times.

It's definitely not her place to interfere in Kyoto's local police affairs. The Kyoto Prefectural Police aren't just there to feed so many people; how could a police inspector from Tokyo like her be in charge of giving orders?

Those who can be notified are those whose cases are believed to be related to the deaths of Genji Hotaru members.

But haven't all the suspects been caught? How could such an incident still happen? Could it be that the guy really isn't the murderer?

Their skills and specialties match, so it's unlikely that two psychopathic killers would emerge from such a small place as Kyoto. That would truly make this place a land of outstanding people and resources.

With a mix of complex thoughts in mind, Kaoru Kazama headed straight for Pontocho.

Learning from past experiences, Miwako drove a Kyoto Prefectural Police car, just in case she had to walk there in case of any emergencies.

This proved useful, and given the traffic conditions in Kyoto, it was difficult to speed. Even if Miwako had a strong desire to speed, it was no use; she could only gently press the accelerator and move forward at a steady speed.

Undoubtedly, this must have been a very pleasant experience for Kaoru Kazama in the passenger seat.

The cool night breeze caressed her cheeks, making her feel the essence of early spring even more deeply.

By the time the car arrived in Pontocho, she was almost asleep leaning against the car window.

After being woken up by Miwako, he got off the bus in a daze. He had used the Sharingan and ninjutsu in the afternoon, which had taken a toll on his energy, so it was normal for him to feel listless.

I haven't even turned on the kaleidoscope yet, otherwise I would have just fallen asleep.

The Sharingan's yin chakra, to put it bluntly, consumes mental energy. If Red Bull had existed back then, perhaps the Uchiha clan wouldn't have all gotten red-eye disease.

They're all boiled down to the simmering process.

Looking at the police officers patrolling the perimeter of the gate and the numerous forensic personnel coming and going, Kazama Kaoru finally came to her senses and realized that she was at a crime scene. Apart from the different setting, it was not much different from Tokyo.

"Oh, Mr. Mori, Ran, Conan, Hattori, Kazuha, you're all here, along with the landlady and Ms. Chika."

Reciting this string of names one after another really tests one's lung capacity.

Kaoru Kazama was quite surprised. He didn't expect that when he came to Kyoto, the case would happen and it would be a meeting of acquaintances. It was clear that the Grim Reaper was not well-off. He only had a few agents. He didn't know how to develop more. He was tired of seeing the same old agents.

"Officer Kazama, you've been transferred to Kyoto?"

Although Uncle Mori has a very close relationship with the police, he doesn't know everything, especially news published in the newspapers.

As everyone knows, the uncle only ever reads the horse racing and betting section of the newspaper.

"No, I still belong to the Tokyo Metropolitan Police Department. I'm just here specifically to investigate a case."

"By the way, where is Officer Ayanokouji? Where is he?"

As the head of the Kyoto Prefecture's task force, it's a bit too far-fetched that Ayanokouji hasn't arrived yet. Could he have gone off to buy squirrel feed on the way?

Kaoru Kazama didn't hesitate to speculate with the utmost malice about this squirrel-like Minami with the eyebrows in the sky.

Chapter 385 Introducing Alien Technology to Modify Ninjutsu

"Reporting to Inspector Kazama, Inspector Ayanokouji is investigating the river below the house, looking for clues."