Conan: What's wrong with my Yan Shuangying's painting style?

Rei Furuya had no idea that his identity was almost exposed.

At this moment, he was sitting in a hotel near Teitan Elementary School - the place where he first met Yan Shuangying and learned Yan Shuangying's name, intending to have their first formal conversation.

Whether the urban legend will come true as promised.

In fact, there was some doubt in Fūya Rei's heart.

Because Yan Shuangying obviously had an extremely unfriendly attitude towards the Japanese police, and when they met last time, he clearly gave the evaluation that "the Japanese police are all a bunch of hopeless idiots" - although he removed him from the category of idiots.

But he was actually not happy in his heart.

No one wants to hear others say that the organization they are in is full of idiots, and no one wants their teammates to be a bunch of idiots, trash, traitors, and traitors.

Even Gin, the ace of the Black Organization's operations team who has a strong ability to withstand pressure, is the same.

boom----

After closing the taxi door, Rei Furuya looked up at the upper floors of the hotel.

Afterwards, he straightened his collar and walked into the hotel without hesitation. He went up the stairs and finally saw a familiar yet strange figure on the floor where he had met Yan Shuangying before.

He was a man wearing a black coat, just like Yan Shuangying whom he had seen that day.

That’s right, it’s just like [the Yan Shuangying seen that day], not Yan Shuangying.

"who are you?"

Fūya Rei frowned and asked without hesitation.

The person waiting for him here now might be dressed like Yan Shuangying, but he is definitely not Yan Shuangying.

As an outstanding graduate of a professional police academy, Jiang Gu Ling could determine with just one glance that this person's height and body shape were completely different from Yan Shuangying he had seen before.

"It seems that Yan Shuangying asked his substitute, or his helper, to come and see me?"

"Where is Yan Shuangying?"

He said this, and then the man looking out the window in the corridor turned around.

————That person was wearing sunglasses just like Yan Shuangying.

The facial lines do not look strong, but with sunglasses on, it is impossible to tell whether this person is a man or a woman based on his body shape or other aspects.

"Yan Shuangying has something to do, so I came to see you on his behalf."

"Don't worry, Yan Shuangying knows about this meeting. If you have anything to tell me, it will be no different from telling him in person. Of course, if you are really worried, you can come again at three in the morning."

"You'll probably be able to see Yan Shuangying here at three in the morning."

Nanatsuki Koshimizu pushed up his sunglasses and spoke softly.

However, the neutral voice still makes it difficult to distinguish between men and women.

And Furuya Rei, who was standing not far from Koshimizu Nanatsuki, didn't care about the gender of the contact person.

Regardless of whether they are men or women, they are just an assistant and a mouthpiece of Yan Shuangying, one of the countless citizens he has helped or rescued. It is meaningless to investigate the information of a contact person and it will also arouse Yan Shuangying's hostility.

He just took a few steps forward, approached Koshimizu Nanatsuki, and then whispered.

"So, how much do you know? About Yan Shuangying's recent actions?"

Nanatsuki Koshimizu answered.

"Everything, whether it's the Black Organization's business or those criminals' business."

Suddenly, Fūya Rei had an idea in his mind.

This contact person may not only be Yan Shuangying's mouthpiece, but also one of Yan Shuangying's real assistants.

"Well, to be honest, the Black Organization may have already set its sights on the Tokyo National Stadium. The rumors that someone wants to blow up the stadium on New Year's Day may be true."

he whispered.

"We investigated the Tokyo National Stadium all day but found nothing."

"If they really are going to blow up the Tokyo National Stadium tomorrow, then there will definitely be organized people around the stadium tomorrow. I would like to ask Mr. Yan to check if there are any suspicious people near the stadium tomorrow."

"Although we have people deployed nearby, they are still far inferior to Mr. Yan's judgment and investigation capabilities. If Mr. Yan takes action, if this matter is true, he will definitely be able to capture the Black Organization's members."

"If this is true, how are you going to prevent the bomb from going off tomorrow?"

Koshimizu Nanatsuki did not answer the question of whether Yan Shuangying would go to help that day.

Instead, he asked the Japanese police how they would deal with the possible bomb in the Tokyo National Stadium that would threaten the lives of 57,000 people.

"You didn't find anything today, and you probably won't find anything tomorrow either."

"Sometimes, important things need to be done by important people, right?"

Her words were puzzling.

If the Japanese public security officers are not considered key people, then who else can be considered key people?

Furiya Rei turned his head to look at Koshimizu Nanatsuki, who spoke softly.

"If nothing unexpected happens, two detectives will enter the Tokyo National Stadium tomorrow."

"They'll help you find the bomb and help you resolve the bomb threat."

...That's not Yan Shuangying's person. She is the only detective Yan Shuangying knows.

That was someone Nanatsuki Koshimizu knew, no, it should be said that she had contacted him.

She left Tokyo to fulfill her dream of organizing an event called "Detective Koshien" and inviting four famous high school detectives to come together to challenge complex cases.

It's just that because something went wrong in Tokyo, she had to put this matter aside and go back to Tokyo first.

However, two of the four invited detectives were very interested in her as the organizer. When Nanatsuki Koshimizu was retrieving some information, she noticed that they seemed to have traced their way to the Tokyo area.

With just a little guidance, they will most likely come over to check on the situation at the Tokyo National Stadium.

"Detective? Are you still talking about detective at this time?"

Fūya Rei narrowed his eyes.

It’s not that he doesn’t believe in detectives, but compared to Japanese public security officers like him, the detectives’ reasoning skills are actually not much higher.

"Don't worry, Mr. Yan will be there that day too."

"If you can't solve it, then he will take action."

"If you can solve it, he will go find the real culprit behind it."

Koshimizu Nanatsuki said so.

Hearing this, Furuya Rei finally sighed, and then he asked.

"So, who are the two detectives you're talking about?"

"Hattori Heiji, and... Hakuba Tan."

Koshimizu Nanatsuki said with certainty.

Among the famous high school detectives, these two are definitely among the best.

Moreover, their identities are special.

Hattori Heiji is the only son of Hattori Heizo, the chief of the Osaka Police Headquarters, and Hakuba Tantei is the only son of the Chief of Police of the Tokyo Metropolitan Police Department. Once these two high school detectives get involved, the police will definitely increase their investment in security.

By then——the bomb will definitely not explode.

And Yan Shuangying will also be able to get more time for investigation!

Chapter 71 Who can remember how many slices of bread they have eaten?

Beika Town stepped into deep darkness.

The Black Organization also began to take action at this time.

As the ace of the Black Organization's action team and the leader of this operation.

Gin lit a cigarette expressionlessly, looking at the image of the corridor inside the Tokyo National Stadium displayed on his laptop. In the image, all the traces of the patrolling Japanese public security members were clearly visible in front of him.

He watched quietly until the cigarette in his hand was about to burn out, then he released the two fingers holding the cigarette.

The cigarette butt fell to the ground and was crushed to pieces by a falling leather boot before the sparks could even fly.

"Vodka, action."

Standing up, Gin said coldly to his deputy Vodka.

Many peripheral members of the Black Organization also stood up, took out their pistols, and did a final gun inspection - at least they wanted to make sure that there were definitely bullets in the guns.

According to those accomplices who survived the submachine gun fire in Pisco's car company.

Yan Shuangying likes to bet with the enemy whether there are bullets in the gun. Although it is very likely that Yan Shuangying will not show up this time, it is always a good idea to develop this habit. What if one day Yan Shuangying bets with them on bullets, stands still, and then they go up and fire a volley of bullets?

Wouldn't it be possible to just interrupt the spell and put an end to the urban legend of Beika Town?

crunch————

Gin didn't know what these peripheral members of his team were fantasizing about, he just pushed open the door of the observation point.

Then he put his hands in the pockets of his black coat and walked downstairs without looking back.

Although the lights in the stairwell were dim, Gin's obviously bright hair could still serve as an indicator light, and the peripheral members followed Gin's figure and acted according to the predetermined plan.

Soon, only Vodka and a few peripheral members were left in the entire observation point to provide support.

"There should be no problem with this operation. The Japanese public security officers stationed on patrol have already conducted a thorough investigation."

"The only person worth noting is Inspector Fumihiro Yuya, who had a lucky escape from the hands of the eldest brother in the Asai family..."

Vodka sat in front of his laptop, repeating the previous survey results to himself.

The peripheral members nearby pretended not to hear.

Because of Vodka's personality that particularly likes to explain to others, after several days of contact, they probably figured it out. As long as they pretended not to hear it, nothing happened. Otherwise, Vodka might pull someone out for extra practice.

Sizzle————

There was a brief noise coming from the headset.

Vodka adjusted his headset slightly and then spoke.

"Boss, I need to report the specific whereabouts of the Japanese police——"