My lover is this organization

He quickly looked closely.

“Foguang Temple!”

Realizing this, Hattori Heiji ignored the bandages still wrapped around his body, grabbed the map spread out on his legs, threw back the quilt and jumped out of bed.

"Kudo, let's go!"

"Ok!"

Conan nodded vigorously and followed without thinking.

Xiaolan was originally staring blankly at the door of the ward where Kazuha left. When she heard some noise nearby, she subconsciously turned around and saw Hattori Heiji jumping off the bed, putting on his coat and about to go out.

She quickly stretched out her hand to stop him: "Um, Hattori-kun, you are still injured..."

"it's okay no problem."

As he was speaking, Hattori Heiji had already put on his baseball cap and walked to the door of the room.

"It's just a minor injury. Besides, life lies in exercise!"

After saying this, he and Conan disappeared at the door, leaving Xiaolan in the room with her head tilted blankly.

"By the way, why did Hattori-kun call Conan Kudo just now?"

……

A few dozen minutes later, in Foguang Temple.

"Kudo, are you sure the Buddha statue is hidden here?" Hattori Heiji put his hands in his pockets and looked around blankly at the empty temple in front of him.

Not to mention tourists and pilgrims, even monks are completely invisible.

"Yeah, I feel like something's not right, too." Conan muttered, pinching his chin.

He pondered inwardly for a while, and suddenly let out a cry, as if he suddenly remembered something. He turned around and strode out of the temple gate, running down the stairs and rushing to the road.

There is a three-way intersection in front of Foguang Temple. On the protruding part of the road next to the intersection, there stands an inconspicuous stone tablet.

It is engraved with the words - Yulong Temple Ruins.

"Yulong Temple?" Conan felt that he seemed to have made some progress.

Heiji from the temple gate service department also chased after them and asked, "How's it going, Kudo? Did you come up with something?"

"Um--"

Conan was about to speak when the cell phone in Hattori Heiji's shirt pocket rang.

Hattori Heiji took out his phone and took a look: "Huh? Is it Kazuha?"

He answered the phone, but the voice that came out was a man's.

"Hattori Heiji, right? Your girl is in my hands now. If you want her to live, come to Yulong Temple in Ma'anshan alone in an hour."

"What!?"

"Heiji, don't come! There are so many of them..."

In the background, there was a faint sound of Yuanshan Heye shouting, but the call was cut off the next second.

"What's wrong, Hattori Hattori?" Seeing that his good friend's face looked strange, Conan also realized that something unusual had happened.

Hattori Heiji took a deep breath and said, "The criminal has kidnapped Kazuha. It seems that there are quite a few people on the other side. They asked me to go to Yulong Temple in Ma'anshan to find him alone in an hour... Hmm!"

The wound had not yet healed and the anger caused the already extremely weak boy to groan in pain.

Under Conan's horrified gaze, Hattori Heiji slowly fell down, covering his wound.

"Hattori! Hattori!"

Conan shouted several times, but there was no response. Hattori Heiji seemed to have fallen into a coma.

"Damn it, what should I do..."

It is definitely impossible to carry a high school student to the hospital with the body of an elementary school student. After calling Kyoto Hospital, Conan began to think about countermeasures on the spot.

Considering that the other side has many people, I will definitely be discovered if I try to attack them one by one. And if I face the enemy head-on, my body will not have any combat power.

Then there is only one answer -

After a brief inner struggle, Conan gritted his teeth, took out his cell phone, and dialed the number he thought he would never be able to call.

Chapter 445 I Want to See You Get Beaten to Shit

At the same time Conan made the call, Qin Wuque had just come out of Kiyomizu Temple with Mingmei and Shiho.

In the morning, they visited Kinkaku-ji Temple, also known as the legendary Golden Pavilion, and admired this most magnificent temple in Kyoto.

As far as self-driving tours are concerned, visiting two attractions in one day is not slow at all.

After all, you can't get up at six or seven in the morning like the tour groups, sleep as soon as you get on the bus, take photos as soon as you get off the bus, and travel everywhere in a rush. This is a speed-conscious way of traveling.

That's definitely incomparable.

"Oh wait, there's a phone call."

Qin Wuque stopped when he heard the phone ringing.

Mingmei and Shiho were still walking forward by inertia. They took two steps and realized that a certain dog head had not followed them. They turned around and saw the latter taking out a ringing cell phone from his pocket.

Seeing this, Shiho humphed faintly with a hint of suspicion.

"Who? Vermouth, Gin, Curacao, or your sister who is the daughter of the Suzuki Group?"

“No…neither…”

Qin Wuque originally wanted to complain that his wife didn't need to be so sensitive, but when he saw the name on the caller ID, he was stunned for a moment and forgot to complain for a moment.

It's Conan calling.

Beep, the call is connected.

"Hello? What's up?" Qin Wuque said casually.

"It's me." Conan's urgent voice came from the other end of the phone, "Where are you now? I'm coming to find you! It's urgent!"

"It's an urgent matter...ah."

Qin Wuque deliberately dragged out the tone, and the arc of his mouth became increasingly vicious.

"But I'm already on my way back to Tokyo. I'll probably arrive at Tokyo Train Station in half an hour."

"..."

Conan's voice suddenly paused, and then he muttered.

"Really, really or falsely?"

"fake."

Qin Wuque sank the Conan with another brief sentence, and then he changed the subject.

"I'm at Kinkakuji Temple now, and I'm about to go back to the hotel."

"Kinkaku-ji Temple, huh?"

Conan calculated the distance in his mind and made a decision immediately.

"Got it, then we'll meet at the hotel in twenty minutes!"

After saying that, he hung up the phone unilaterally.

Hearing the busy tone coming from the phone, Qin Wuque rolled his eyes speechlessly.

This boy is so rude. Doesn't he know that the person who makes the first call must hang up last? Otherwise, it would seem like he is just here to be called and then dismissed.

Forget it, we are reliable and stable adults, we can’t bother with underage kids.

"What's wrong?" Mingmei asked curiously after Qin Wuque put his phone back in his pocket.

"I'm not sure." Qin Wuque shook his head.

"Kudo Shinichi... the high school detective who chased me and asked me for the antidote. He just called me out of the blue and asked me to meet him at the hotel in a hurry. I don't know what he wants to do, so I'll go back first."

"Okay." Mingmei nodded obediently.

……

Conan returned to the hotel in a police car. He was very smart and after contacting an ambulance for his unconscious good friend Hattori Heiji, he called the Kyoto Metropolitan Police Department.

As long as you have the face of Kogoro Mouri, riding in the police car will definitely be free, but the same routine does not apply to taxi drivers who make a living by driving.

The most important thing is that taxis in Japan are extremely expensive. Unless you are very rich, you cannot afford to take one.

But then again, if you are rich, why don’t you buy a car and drive it yourself?

Let us leave this issue aside for now.

Twenty minutes later, a police car stopped in front of the hotel gate.

"Thank you, officer uncle, that's all!"

Conan said thank you to the Kyoto policeman in the driver's seat in front of him in a quick chanting voice in a childish voice. When Conan opened the car door, jumped out and strode into the hotel lobby, he looked up and saw a certain thief sitting leisurely on the sofa in the tourist lounge not far from the lobby door, holding a can of iced coffee bought from the convenience store next door, and drinking it while playing with his mobile phone.

Sitting next to him were the Miyano sisters who were in a similar state.

"Hi!"

Qin Wuque caught a glimpse of Conan out of the corner of his eye, shifted his gaze away from the phone screen, raised the can of coffee in his hand and gestured as if raising a cup.

Then he put down the can of coffee in his hand, picked up another can of unopened iced coffee from the coffee table in front of him, and handed it over.

"Want to drink?"

"..."

Conan, who was eager to save his brother's wife, couldn't care less about so many things at the moment. He ran up to Qin Wuque and spoke bluntly without caring whether the conversation would be heard by others.

"I need the antidote! Do you have it on you now?"

"Um--"

Qin Wuque sipped his coffee slowly before answering.

"No, but if you tell me what you want the antidote to do, then there might be one. It's called Schrodinger's Antidote for short."

"……you!"

Conan was annoyed by this guy's careless attitude, but there was nothing he could do.

With no other options, he had to blurt out everything in the most concise sentences.

Qin Wuque crossed his legs and drank coffee while listening to Conan finish his words, then finally nodded.

"Well said, your experience is very pitiful, but what does it have to do with me?"

"How could you!?"

Conan's anger suddenly exploded.

At this moment, a green finger pointed at Qin Wuque's face.

When I looked back, I saw Mingmei with cheeks puffed up like a pufferfish.

"Quejun, please don't bully children!" The girl glared slightly.

No severity, only cuteness.

"Well, since even my Akemi said so—"

Qin Wuque shrugged, unconsciously giving Conan another mouthful of dog food.

The next second, he took out a small box from his body as if by magic. When he opened the box, a small capsule lay inside.

"Give."

Conan didn't say anything. He looked at Qin Wuque deeply, then grabbed the box containing the capsules, turned around and rushed out again.

After Conan left completely, Shiho, who had been looking at her phone and drinking coffee the whole time, raised her eyes indifferently.