Man in Marvel: The Manifestation of the Gods

Roddy thought of something funny and looked at Conan with a playful look.

Conan looked into Rody's deep, dark eyes, and for some reason he felt a chill running down his feet.

But he still remains steadfast in his belief as a detective.

"But just investigating the case is boring, kid. Why don't we see who can find the murderer first?"

Stroke his chin, Roddy suggested.

...

"Eh? Uncle, are you serious?"

When Conan heard Rody mention the bet, he was stunned for a moment, and looked at Rody with a strange look in his eyes, then he rolled his eyes and asked tentatively.

"Well...if I find the murderer, uncle, you are not allowed to hit me on the head again."

"Impossible. I will give you three exemptions at most."

Roddy denied it and held up three fingers.

Of course he knew what Conan was thinking. He just thought that Rody was lucky to find the girl before him.

Conan still has a strong desire to win, as can be seen from his various competitions with Hei Pi.

It seems that Roddy really needs to let this guy know what real speed and efficiency are.

However, even if Roddy is sure that he can find the murderer first, he can't let Conan feel too relaxed, otherwise there will be no suspense.

...

really.

After hearing what Rody said, Conan hesitated for a moment and finally nodded heavily.

"This time, I don't believe that good-for-nothing uncle can find the murderer! Victory must belong to me, Kudo Shinichi!"

Three times is three times, it’s better than getting beaten all the time.

"Well, let's decide it this way!"

"Wait a minute, you haven't told me what you're going to do if you lose."

Roddy sneered. Conan, this arrogant boy, really thought he was sure to win?

"Whatever you say, uncle. I won't lose to you anyway!" As expected, Conan waved his hand and said confidently.

Deserve a beating..

Roddy's hands were itching again.

"If you lose, in order to ensure the safety of Xiaolan and Eri, you will have to wear little girl's clothes when you go out!"

Rody stared at Conan with a malicious smile, and Conan's confident expression froze...

Xiaolan's father... is really a BT! Police officer, I want to call the police, there are bad guys here.

!!!

"Can we change the bet? This isn't fair!"

Conan refused.

Even after changing into women's clothes, Conan felt that his parents might not recognize him.

But Kudo Shinichi is also a well-known person and a real man. How could he give in like this? At most, he would dress up in some dangerous public occasions.

Besides, why should he keep wearing women's clothes when he loses, when Uncle Maori just refrains from beating him three times when he loses?

This is so unfair!

...

"Haha, Conan, you have to know that the situation now is what I want to give you, not what you want."

"Believe it or not, I'll show Xiaolan what you looked like just now."

Rody shamelessly took out his cell phone and waved it at Conan. On it was a photo taken when Rody just came in.

It is enough to be listed as one of the top ten horror and weird pictures.

One of the girls, wearing a princess dress, squatted at the door of the cubicle, staring at the man who died tragically on the toilet, with the blurry feeling brought by the pixels of the mobile phone.

hiss!

Refreshing.

It’s a pity that the face was not captured in the picture, but that’s why it looks particularly terrifying. If this gets out, it will definitely become another horror urban legend.

"Ah! Uncle, when did you take this photo? Delete it, delete it."

Sure enough, when Conan saw the picture of himself, he felt overwhelmed with shame.

He jumped up and tried to snatch the phone from Roddy's hand, but Roddy, who was on guard, was not likely to let Conan take it, so he immediately stood up and raised the phone.

Seeing Conan jumping up and down, he sternly refused: "No, I want to keep this photo as a souvenir."

"Boy, you call yourself the best high school detective in Neon."

"Then you need to have more confidence in yourself, otherwise don't be a detective and go back to school as soon as possible."

Seeing that he couldn't get the phone, Conan clenched his fists.

For a moment, Roddy seemed to see the Grim Reaper appearing behind Conan, with a gleaming scythe about to swing down at him.

But Roddy was no pushover either. Behind him also rose a demon totem with a horse face and a human body wearing a crimson Taoist priest's robe.

Face off against death!

...

The shadow of death is not inferior to the demon totem.

"...If I win, delete the photo. And uncle, you have to promise not to hit me three times, otherwise I will fight to the death."

Conan made the concession with difficulty.

"make a deal!"

Cooperation achieved.

Conan has his reasons for not losing. He doesn't want Xiaolan to see him in this shameful state, and he doesn't want to change from Conan to Conan in the future, so... he will definitely do his best!

Roddy ignored Conan, turned around and strode out of the bathroom.

"...Uncle, don't you need to examine the body of the deceased?"

"No need, I have other ways to find the criminal."

Conan curled his lips after hearing this and said, "Who would believe you?"

This is perfect, let the uncle investigate it himself. He probably won't find any clues anyway.

Conan was not worried at all about whether he would lose to Mouri Kogoro.

Again, if the uncle was really that powerful, then the Maori Detective Agency wouldn't have been in such a state before.

...

Come out of the bathroom.

The owner of this western restaurant had also arrived. When he saw the tall and upright Roddy, he did not doubt his identity.

After all, impersonating a police officer is a crime, and unless it is to help the murderer cover up the evidence, why would anyone be so bored as to impersonate a police officer and take over a case involving a deceased person?

"Mr. Officer, may I ask...what's going on inside?"

Glancing at the fat boss who was wiping his sweat, Roddy shook his head and said, "It's certain that this is not a suicide. Where's the ambulance? Hasn't it arrived yet?"

"Ambulance? Is there any hope for the person inside?"

The fat boss's focus is not on the case but on the death. If the news of someone's death in the restaurant gets out, it will be a huge blow to the restaurant's booming business.

Seeing the boss's hopeful eyes, Roddy stroked his smooth chin with his eyes flickering.

'It looks like today we may not lose money, and we may even make a small profit?'

"Well, according to the regulations, even if the victim is already dead, compulsory rescue is still required."

After saying that, Rody looked at his boss with a half-smile: "Whether it's death on the spot or death due to ineffective rescue, the difference is different."

...

Hear the deep meaning in Roddy's words.

The boss immediately understood and quickly followed Roddy to a hidden corner nearby.

He said in a smirking manner.

"Yes, yes, you are right... I have a VIP card for the restaurant, which gives me a 50% discount on meals..."

"Haha, sorry, it seems that your restaurant will have to close for a while. After all, it wouldn't sound good if the news of someone's death here got out."

Upon hearing what the fat boss said, Roddy rolled his eyes and interrupted him directly.

Do you want to get rid of him with just a VIP card or a 50% discount card?

He just looked at the menu and saw that each steak was extremely expensive. This boss was too stingy.

He is in a difficult situation since he is not willing to pay even a small amount of money.

Seeing that Roddy was difficult to deal with, he also considered the huge loss if the restaurant became a haunted house.

Although the fat boss felt painful and secretly cursed the damn policeman for being greedy, he had no choice but to spend money to avoid disaster.

After receiving a satisfactory gift, Roddy patted the fat boss on the shoulder and said that it would be a foolproof matter if he was given the task.

Watching Roddy walk around the corner, he began to question diners who had been to the toilet, as well as to ask for testimonies from some diners who were close to the toilet.

The fat boss picked up his handkerchief to wipe the sweat off his face and finally breathed a sigh of relief.

Although it cost a lot of money, as long as the restaurant business is not affected, it is worth it.

...

Soon, Inspector Megure and his men arrived at the scene.

"jingle--"