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

He subconsciously sensed something was amiss and immediately switched channels to contact the monitoring room.

"This is Inspector Yuya Kazami, monitoring room. Please tell me the location of the other patrol teams!"

Still no one responded.

An extremely bad feeling instantly echoed in Yuya Kazami's heart.

He immediately dialed the communicator to the last channel.

"This is Inspector Yuya Kazami. At all observation points, the Tokyo National Stadium is suspected to have been attacked by unknown individuals. Please contact Public Security Headquarters immediately and request assistance—"

No one responded.

It seemed as if all the places this communicator could lead to were just uninhabited islands.

Yuya Kazami realized that the attack on the Tokyo National Stadium was probably true. The terrorist organization actually planned to use the Emperor's Cup football final to kill the 57,000 spectators in the Tokyo National Stadium!

He slammed the communicator into the groove of his chest and immediately pulled out his cell phone.

Then, he quickly opened the address book, pressed the arrow key, and moved the cursor to the name of [Amuro Toru]——

"It seems that not all the people within the Japanese Public Security Bureau are stupid."

A cold voice came from behind Yuya Kazami.

The sound of heavy objects falling to the ground occurred on both sides of him.

The two colleagues who were originally on guard with pistols had died at some point.

They fell to the ground, their eyes wide open, and they had no idea what had happened until they died.

Yuya Kazami's hand was about to press the call button.

However, he has no chance.

"You could have survived."

Yuya Kazami fell to the ground and watched a hand pull the phone out of his palm.

He tried hard to raise his head and see the attacker's true face.

But before he could raise his head, he had lost all his strength.

"But I choose to give you a ride now."

The man in black standing next to Yuya Kazami spoke calmly.

He looked at the name "Amuro Toru" displayed on his phone screen.

Then, his eyes narrowed slightly.

----interesting.

There was no information about "Inspector Toru Amuro" in the records retrieved by Vodka.

Who is this guy?

"When the sun rises, you will come."

"Let me see who you really are..."

The corners of Gin's mouth curled up dangerously.

At the same time, the dawn sunlight also shone on the streets of Beika Town.

A figure in a black coat, accompanied by another person, rode a motorcycle and returned to Tokyo at lightning speed.

The urban legend of Beika Town has returned.

Chapter 73 Remarks on the launch

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Chapter 74: A Mixed Arena (1/5)

New Year's Day, 8:00 AM, Tokyo National Stadium.

No one noticed what happened at the Tokyo National Stadium early yesterday morning.

Even the event manager of the Tokyo National Stadium was completely unaware of this. He was simply thinking about how much commission he would get after this football match, and even hummed unconsciously about it.

However, the commander of this operation was designated by the Japanese Public Security Bureau as the investigator.

However, Toru Amuro could feel that the atmosphere in the Tokyo National Stadium had changed. Although Yuya Kazami told him in a message on his mobile phone that everything was normal, his intuition told him that something unexpected seemed to have happened here last night that he was unaware of.

Originally, Toru Amuro planned to bring the remaining Japanese police officers into the Tokyo National Stadium through the side door before the audience entered, and hand over to the Japanese police officers patrolling inside to ensure the smooth progress of the Emperor's Cup.

But now——

He chose to wear plain clothes and entered the Tokyo National Stadium with other colleagues, blending into the crowd of spectators.

It won't be too late to show up again after confirming the internal situation of the Tokyo National Stadium.

"————What do you mean? You like the famous detective who cosplays Sherlock Holmes?"

The Japanese voice with an Osaka accent stood out among the many Tokyo locals.

The high school student with slightly dark skin was talking to the high school student next to him with a smile.

Just as this high school student said, the clothes of the high school student next to him are very similar to those of Sherlock Holmes in the novel. Combined with the British accent, it doesn't seem wrong to say that it is COS.

Hakuba Tan's gaze fell on Hattori Heiji, but he finally chose to remain silent.

He didn't come here this time to argue with this hot-blooded guy who was obviously out of his mind. He was now working with Hattori Heiji because they just happened to meet at the station and came together to check out the situation.

In the sky, Bai Ma Tan’s animal friend, a falcon named Watson, is circling in the air.

It's just that because it was flying too high, other citizens could hardly see the appearance of the falcon clearly. They simply treated it as an ordinary bird and didn't pay much attention to it.

"...She should also be inside the arena."

Looking up at Watson, Hakuba Tan led Hattori Heiji towards the special passage and suddenly said.

Hattori Heiji narrowed his eyes and touched his chin thoughtfully.

"Oh... the founder? Koshimizu Nanatsuki?"

————Nantatsuki of the water.

A former high school detective who disappeared after graduation and inexplicably held the Detective Koshien.

Then he inexplicably canceled the plan and ran to Tokyo. The time was very close to the serial murders at the car company in Tokyo, and it was suspected to be related to the urban legend Yan Shuangying in Beika Town.

This is a very mysterious female detective, otherwise she would not have come to Tokyo to investigate Nanatsuki Koshimizu.

At this moment, some plainclothes detectives from the Metropolitan Police Department were mixed in the crowd and approaching the White Horse Detective.

As the son of the Chief Superintendent of the Tokyo Metropolitan Police Department, Hakuba is now playing detective games at the Tokyo National Stadium where explosives may be present. They must provide protection. If something unexpected happens, the consequences will be disastrous.

Then they ran into another group of people.

"What are you doing following that brown guy?"

A ferocious-looking man with an Osaka accent blocked the way of the plainclothes detectives from the Metropolitan Police Department.

"What are you doing following that Sherlock Holmes cosplayer?"

The plainclothes detective from the Metropolitan Police Department stared at the suspicious person in front of him and asked the same question.

The two sides looked at each other, and then took out their documents from their pockets at the same time.

"Tokyo Metropolitan Police Department police officer——"

"Officer from the Osaka Police Headquarters—"

They took a look at each other's ID, and then put it away at the same time.

Oh, so you are here to protect your own people too. That’s okay then.

Nanatsuki Koshimizu, who had put on a hat and hidden himself among the staff, looked at the two groups of plainclothes officers looking at each other in confusion and couldn't help shaking his head. He felt that the quality of the police officers in both the Metropolitan Police Department and the Police Headquarters was very worrying.

Fortunately, they don’t have to deal with the members of the Black Organization. They just need to defuse the bomb under the command of the two young masters.

As for the Black Organization? Naturally, there are others to deal with them.

“Cry——”

The hawk made a somewhat shrill cry.

It circled in the air and finally landed on a man's arm.

Asai Narumi, who was standing next to this person, said with some surprise.

"Mr. Yan, it seems to like you very much?"

"I don't think so."

Yan Shuangying's voice was calm.

The falcon naturally flew up from his arm and landed on his shoulder.

It was as if Watson was not a falcon raised by Hakuba Tan, but rather a falcon raised by this Beika Town urban legend - or perhaps Watson had simply found his own kind.

A former falcon.

"A relative's falcon shouldn't appear in Tokyo City, unless someone brings it into Tokyo City."

"I think the [Hakuba Tan] and [Hattori Heiji] that Koshimizu Nanatsuki mentioned have already arrived."

The man in black spoke calmly, gazing at the Tokyo National Stadium not far away.

Then, his eyes swept across the Japanese public security observation points that seemed hidden but were clearly visible to veteran agents like him. These observation points gave him a very wrong feeling.