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

But Masayoshi Sakaguchi did not appear in the courtroom for the second trial.

Because the benefactor who helped him at that time, after dealing with the criminals in the car company, informed Sakaguchi Masayoshi and others to hide and not show up until he had dealt with the criminal organization's influence in Tokyo.

Mr. Sakaguchi, someone helped us mobilize public opinion and got the Tokyo Tribunal to overturn the original verdict!

[The court has sent a summons, stating that the first trial will resume tomorrow. I'm asking you to go to the court tomorrow afternoon to continue the previous prosecution process. I wonder if you will reply to me after receiving this email...]

[However, I still want to ask you to help continue this case, because the defendant's lawyer, Eri Kisaki, has refused to appear in court, and they can't find a new, excellent lawyer to appear in court at the moment. If you are willing to continue the case, perhaps Chinana will be saved!]

Please!

【From: Mayurika】

————Masayoshi Sakaguchi’s son died because of bullying.

If someone had stood up for his child when he was being bullied and fought the matter to the end, perhaps his child would not have hanged himself because of the bullying, and everything would not have turned out like this.

Sakaguchi Masayoshi's eyes fell on the email.

The image of the little girl who had developed severe autism due to the bullying incident emerged in his mind. Her face, which should have been full of vitality and smiles, was now filled with gloom and darkness.

Subconsciously, he manipulated the mouse to click on the reply button, and his fingers fell on the keyboard. He was about to edit the content of the reply email, but he had just typed a few characters and then quickly deleted them, and then repeated the process.

final----

Masayoshi Sakaguchi still sent the reply email.

The table lamp that originally emitted bright light seemed to be dimming now. His face, which was originally illuminated by the light, was now dimming now, as if the big dog next to him also felt the change in atmosphere, and it lay beside its owner and whimpered.

Then, Masayoshi Sakaguchi stood up and took out the file that he had been carrying with him and had been reluctant to put away.

He looked through the contents of the document again, over and over again.

Finally, he buttoned up his briefcase, closed his laptop, reached out to turn off the flickering desk lamp, turned around, and walked into the darkness.

As a lawyer, Masayoshi Sakaguchi's purpose in existence is to bring justice to those who have been treated unfairly.

A life-threatening situation, and one that will not change until death.

Chapter 125 Things must turn against each other when they reach their extremes (2/5)

"You know what? From what I've observed, being a good person in Beika Town is more dangerous than being a bad person."

"Because good people will put themselves in danger to save others, while bad people will stay away from danger to save their own lives. The end result is that good people die inexplicably, and bad people live inexplicably."

Inside the hospital ward, Hakuba peeled the apple in his hand and spoke to Fūya Rei who was lying on the bed.

His Japanese with a British accent made Rei Furuya frown when he heard the voice, because the pronunciation was really strange. If Rei Furuya didn't know that Hakuba Tsutomu was the son of Superintendent Hakuba, he might have thought that Hakuba Tsutomu was a foreigner.

"However, Yan Shuangying seems to have broken this rule."

"[Half-human, Half-ghost, Master of the Gun]————Perhaps because as a ghost he doesn't need to abide by human laws, and simply follows his own principles is enough?"

The high school detective said as he looked at his watch.

At this moment, the time has come to 11:35, but strangely, Pramya has not appeared within the range of plainclothes police officers or surveillance - this is a bit too strange.

He learned a lot of information from Hattori Heiji, and knew that Pramia disguised herself as Kaito Kid and sent a notice letter to the Suzuki Museum, and the time of decryption in the notice letter was approximately 00:00 in the morning.

Bai Ma Tan believes that this should be the explosion time that Pramya designed for her time bomb.

If she really regarded this time as a crime that was in line with her sense of ritual, then Pramiya should have arrived at the hospital before midnight to take revenge on Rei Furuya - or plant a bomb inside the hospital.

But neither of them happened, which made Baima Detective suspicious of Pramya's movements.

Could it be that this guy really has no logic at all and is just a random puppet? I thought his second logic was revenge and ritual, but now I tell him that revenge and ritual are also fake?

Is she some ancient god with a thousand faces, one whose personality changes depending on the situation?

"You are looking at your watch. Do you think Pramya is coming too late?"

Fūya Rei, who was lying on the hospital bed, said this casually. He didn't look at Hakuba Tan's watch, but was checking how much liquid was left in his own IV bag, because he was a little sleepy now——

He finally lowered his head and just said.

"Perhaps Pramya won't come—never."

————What do you mean never?

Bai Batan frowned and looked at Furuya Zero. He guessed a possibility.

However, he couldn't believe that the possibility he guessed was true.

Compared to [Skobing] who is registered as Pu Siqinglan in the Suzuki Group, [Pramya] who goes by the pseudonym Christina Lisa is not in the same league at all, whether in terms of wanted ranking or reward amount.

Will Pramia, like Scott, be defeated without a doubt in the face of the urban legend of Beika Town?

crunch————

The door of the ward was pushed open by plainclothes police officers.

The officer from the Criminal Investigation Division, who was transferred from the Metropolitan Police Department's First Investigation Division, said this with a somewhat shocked tone.

"We found Christina Lisaier's body near the hospital!"

"Judging from her appearance, clothing, and the firearms she carried, she's most likely the Pramya you deduced earlier. There were signs of a struggle at the scene, and there were bullet casings from two types of handguns."

"One is the bullet casing from the pistol next to Christina's body, and the other is from an unknown pistol."

He said nervously and in disbelief.

"However, based on our experience, the person who killed Christina and left behind another type of pistol bullet casing is most likely the urban legend of 'half-human, half-ghost, the best gunslinger'!"

"He's committed hundreds of crimes during this period. Even if we don't send him to the forensic department for identification, we can tell a little just by looking at the bullet casings!"

Bai Matan's eyes narrowed.

He turned to look at Furuya Rei, but saw that this Japanese public security member who had been seriously injured before had closed his eyes, looking as if he was oblivious to the world and had fallen asleep.

"...You're right, Mr. Amuro."

The famous high school detective who had returned from studying in England whispered.

"However, everything has its limits, and it is not a good thing to continue in this situation."

As the only son of Chief Superintendent Hakuba of the Tokyo Metropolitan Police Department, Hakuba is definitely a celebrity. Although he doesn't like to participate in the topics among celebrities, he has heard about them.

It seems that someone is promoting the dangers of Yan Shuangying among celebrities.

Now that Yan Shuangying has shown even more outstanding abilities, this will only make those celebrities increase their assessment of the danger of Yan Shuangying, because they know one thing very clearly - 90% of celebrities are black.

If Yan Shuangying finds them, then they will definitely be found and dealt with by Yan Shuangying.

As the saying goes, "He who strikes first is strong, and he who strikes last suffers." Rather than living in anxiety, fearing that someday a Japanese ranger will show up at your house with a gun to gamble with a coin, it is better to directly pressure the Japanese public security to resolve the hidden dangers.

Anyway, the Japanese police would never reveal their information, so Yan Shuangying would seek revenge from the Japanese police.

After all, they are major taxpayers and noble taxpayers. Now that they feel their lives are in danger, what's wrong with asking the Japanese police to solve the danger for them?

"The Black Organization..."

"Who are they exactly? Why do they have such great power..."

Bai Matan looked out the window and whispered.

The clock hanging in the ward rang punctually, but compared to a normal wall clock, the volume of the ward clock was intentionally adjusted to the lowest level, but even the lowest volume could not escape Bai Ma Tan's hearing.

He turned his head to look at the wall clock, and the time displayed on it was——

Zero hour and zero minute.

Beika Town was peaceful, there were no explosions or unusual flames.

The civilians who tried hard to stay alive were still sleeping peacefully at home, unaware that they had walked on the line between life and death tonight. However, the police officers who followed the route map of the White Horse Detective and went to various places where bombs might be located to defuse the bombs were stunned.

Takagi Shigeru sniffed the smell coming from the liquid tank of the two-color liquid bomb with some confusion.

he muttered.

"Why is it so pungent? It seems different from the two-color liquid bomb found by the Osaka police..."

"Could it be that this is the smell of the two-color liquid bomb? The two-color liquid bombs in other places are odorless because the dosage is not large enough. The ones near the core of Beika Town have a higher dosage, so the smell is stronger?"

No one can answer Takagi Wataru's doubts except Edogawa Conan and Hattori Heiji.

Chapter 126 Who replaced the contents of the bomb? (3/5)

"No, what's going on? Isn't this just paint mixed with water???"

"What a bunch of idiots... No, the two-color liquid bomb these guys are guarding is just this thing? Could it be that someone switched it and put a fake one here?"

Hattori Heiji muttered.

Beside him lay a group of people hired by Pramia - these people had good sleeping quality and fell asleep immediately, extremely peacefully, without any reaction to Hattori Heiji's voice.

In fact, Hattori Heiji rushed in with the samurai sword given to him by Asai Narimi.

As a super high school level kendo master second only to Okita Souji and Onimaru Takeshi, it was no problem for him to kill these people with a sneak attack like cutting melons and vegetables, but he did not intend to kill anyone, so he used the reverse blade - or the back of the blade.

Kendo practitioners can defeat their enemies without using swords, as is also recorded in Rurouni Kenshin.

The Osaka police officers who were following nearby were also speechless. They had thought that this Pramia really had so many two-color liquid bombs, even enough to send Beika Town to the sky. However, after visiting two or three locations, they found that all they found were fakes.

Could this internationally wanted criminal simply be messing around with something he's bored of? That would be a bit too much.

"That's strange. Is Pramya the type to bluff?"

Hattori Heiji scratched his head, took out his cell phone, and was about to check the time.

Then, a call came from the chief of the Osaka Police Headquarters. The identity of this chief was not ordinary. He could train the famous Osaka detective Hattori Heiji like a son, and even meet two Daihikas!

Haibara Ai raised her head. For some reason, Hattori Heiji looked like he had seen a ghost when he saw the phone call.

Was it his dad or his mom on the other end of the line? His expression changed just by seeing the incoming call message? Even more difficult to deal with than defusing a bomb?

In fact, the person on the other end of the phone was really Hattori Heiji's biological father.

Far away in Osaka City in the Kansai region, the chief of the Osaka Police Headquarters, Heizo Hattori, had just finished handling a difficult case and got off work. When he returned to the police headquarters, he heard the Osaka plainclothes officer say that his son had been in a car accident.

Hattori Heizo was so scared that he almost took a bus to Tokyo overnight to pick up the person and bury him.

"Heiji, you bastard! What on earth are you investigating? Why didn't you tell me in advance?"

Hattori Heizo's low-pressure voice can make people feel the suppressed anger even through the phone.