Conan's Unscientific Detective

Nishikawa Taihe rolled several times on the ground and hit the cherry blossom tree in the temple behind him. He felt the smell of blood filling his nose and coughed up a mouthful of blood.

"Your sword is not good either...it can't even compare to a wooden sword."

Fujino raised his eyes and took a look to confirm that the other party was not dead. Looking at the reflective fragments on the ground, he joked: "The sword of the dignified leader of Yoshitsune-ryu was actually shattered by a wooden sword."

"Can you do it, little dog?"

"puff!"

Xichuan Dahe was so angry that he suddenly spit out a mouthful of blood and felt that breathing became difficult.

He stood up with difficulty, glanced in the direction behind him, and ran quickly to the warehouse on the right side of the temple while holding on for breath.

…………

The warehouse on the right side of Yulong Temple.

"Damn that guy, that damn wooden sword!"

Half of Nishikawa Dahe's face was stained with blood. He reached out and pulled out the drawers on top of a row of cabinets against the wall.

The long wooden box was pulled out and fell to the ground.

In the wooden box, there is a samurai sword with a blue and white handle, gray and black blade, blue and white stripes on the scabbard, and a white ribbon.

"I don't believe that this knife can be chopped into pieces!"

Nishikawa Dahe's eyes were red. He held the knife in his hand. The blood-stained scabbard in his hand was thrown away. He held the handle of the knife in his right hand and pulled out the blade. The pattern between the blue-white blade and the slightly darker black blade shone with a strange silver light.

"Hey, did you find a new knife?"

Fujino had already put away both knives, and walked slowly into the warehouse with his hands in his pockets. He looked at the knife in his hand: "The Demon Sword Muramasa series, okay..."

"go to hell!"

Nishikawa Taiga turned around and found that Fujino didn't have a knife. He was immediately happy, and his body burst with potential. He raised Muramasa and slashed towards Fujino's face.

Fujino silently watched the blade getting closer and closer without making any movement.

Just when the blade was less than thirty or forty centimeters away from him, he suddenly stretched out his hand and slapped his two white palms towards the blade.

"Snapped!"

Fujino raised his hands and clasped them together, clamping Muramasa's upper blade.

Secret skill: Praying to the Buddha to catch the sword with bare hands!

Nishikawa Taiga looked at Muramasa being held between his hands, with a hint of confusion in his red eyes.

Before he could regain his composure, Fujino suddenly exerted his strength, holding his hands together and violently swinging him to the side, and then swept out with his left foot with a whip kick.

"Clap!"

Nishikawa Dahe hit hard and flew to the right. His heavy body smashed through the wooden wall and fell out.

Fujino picked up the scabbard from the ground, held Muramasa in his other hand, and walked slowly towards the big hole.

He looked at the grass outside the cave and saw Nishikawa Dahe lying among the sawdust, his red eyes staring at him.

Fujino raised Muramasa and glanced at it, then put back the scabbard and chuckled: "Your sword is good, now it belongs to me."

"puff--!"

(End of this chapter)

Chapter 725: Heavy attack? It's obviously almost good, right?

"Fainted?"

Fujino looked at Nishikawa Taiga who spat out a mouthful of blood and then became silent, and was surprised.

He casually stuffed Muramasa into his pocket, jumped out of the warehouse, came to Nishikawa Taihe, felt for his pulse, and breathed a sigh of relief.

"Not mad to death."

Now he can understand why Miwako Sato, a shrew, is so careless every time she takes action.

When the power reaches a certain level, it is actually quite difficult to control it.

It's like sewing clothes with a big iron rod.

The hole is too small and cannot be inserted even if it is slightly staggered.

It may burst if inserted...

If you kick someone casually, you might be kicked to death.

When you go up, you have to kneel on the ground and beg the other person not to die.

…………

A few minutes later.

[OK, you can come in and arrest people. 】

Several people in ambush outside got the news from Fujino.

Miwako Sato put away her mobile phone, joined the ambushers, and entered Yulong Temple together.

"You are all here!"

As soon as a few people entered the temple, they heard a familiar voice.

Hearing the sound and looking around, he saw Fujino walking slowly towards them from the side warehouse of the temple among the people on the ground, dragging something unknown in his hand.

As I got closer, I realized it was a man with blood on his face.

Everyone looked at the scene in front of them, dumbfounded, stunned by the strange and terrifying scene in front of them.

Sato Miwako was not surprised.

It's just a man who plowed through a yard full of people.

Are you speechless?

If you see this guy breaking cement with his bare hands, your world view will probably explode on the spot...

She glanced at everyone, then looked at the man dragging behind Fujino and asked:

"Is he not dead?"

"Still alive and well."

Fujino thought for a moment: "In other words, half of the lungs were bruised by the kick, a few ribs were broken in the back, one arm was cut with a bone injury, the peritoneum was bleeding from the kick, and the internal organs were also slightly damaged."

"That's good, it seems like he won't die for a while."

Sato Miwako breathed a sigh of relief, but then she couldn't help complaining: "But it's too harsh for you to attack, isn't it?"

"No matter how heavy it is, it's not as heavy as you, right?"

"Ha, what did you say?"

"Nothing said."

Fujino glanced at Miwako Sato resentfully.

It's obvious that everything is half-measured, but you, a shrew, still want to say that others are heavy-handed?

It's better than just kicking someone in the heart when you're wearing high heels, right?

Well, it's obviously almost good, right?

"..."

The people nearby looked at the two people arguing and were speechless.

Is it really appropriate to discuss who should strike more seriously at this time?

Although I don’t know which one of you two is more ruthless...

But obviously the talent should be saved first, right?

It will probably get cold after a while!

Otaki Goro was silent for a moment and looked at Shiratori aside, his eyes seemed to be saying: Are all you Tokyoites so fierce?

Shiratori shrugged helplessly: It was just a routine operation of these two ruthless people.

"Okay, hurry up and arrest these people. I guess the gang from Kyoto will be here soon. Don't wait until then to share some of the credit with them."

"By the way, these people have all participated in Genji Hotaru's theft case. They are a complete criminal organization."

"Yes!"

Fujino reminded them, and everyone was immediately full of energy. A glimmer of brilliance appeared in the eyes of these people.

Soon, the people who had been injected with chicken blood dragged a group of people together and cuffed them all with the handcuffs they carried.

But after being handcuffed a few times, it became awkward.

The handcuffs they brought over were not enough...

Fujino felt helpless, took out the endless red rope from his pocket, cut out a few pieces, and gave them directly to them, tying all the more than thirty people together.

When Ayanokouji Fumimaro arrived with a lot of people, he was immediately dumbfounded.

More than thirty people were strung together by red ropes and stood in an orderly row.

It's like a zombie being chased by a zombie driver.

Behind the team, two people used a makeshift stretcher to carry a man whose face was covered in blood.

Ayanokouji Fumimaro: "..."

What kind of cult ritual are you holding?

…………

The case was solved and another criminal gang was arrested.

At noon the next day, the Kyoto police held a joint press conference.

The Minister of Criminal Justice of Tokyo, Odagiri Toshiro, and the head of the Osaka headquarters, Hattori Heizo, Hattori Heiji's father, all rushed here.

At the press conference, both parties stated that this joint search was a great success in solving the serial murder case in a very short period of time.

Fujino was largely responsible for catching the murderer and destroying the remaining power of Hotaru Genji. He was nearby at the time, and the police officers from Tokyo and Osaka who rushed over to support him were indispensable.

And at the same time, Fujino was given a special reward:

A certificate of thanks from Tokyo and 300 million yen.

A certificate of thanks from Osaka and 600 million yen.

The people in Tokyo were dumbfounded when they saw Osaka with half of his extra money. Toshiro Odagiri cursed in his heart: Heizou, an old guy, has no moral ethics and is exaggerating the bonus.

The certificate of thanks was taken out on the spot, still in the old style.

The large check sign for the bonus money is also made in advance.

The head of the Kyoto headquarters sitting next to him looked confused as he looked at the two senior officials who seemed to have prepared their speeches in advance.

Seeing that both sides had taken out a large sum of rewards, he thought about it and wanted to give some rewards or something.

After all, both sides have brought out things, so it’s impossible for Kyoto to be empty-handed, right?

Doesn’t that make Kyoto look too shabby?

But normally this thing should be taken out on the spot.

If you make a verbal promise, it will seem inappropriate and you will give up...

Wait, prepare in advance? !

Damn it, these two dogecoins are playing me!

He suddenly understood something. He looked at the smiling Hattori Heizo and Odagiri Toshiro, and suddenly showed an expression as if he had eaten a shift.

No wonder people on both sides are so anxious to hold a commendation conference. They have already linked up the co-authors, so why not wait? !

But now that the matter has come to an end, the head of the Kyoto Headquarters feels dark, and he can only suffer the loss silently.

Some people are sad and some are happy.

As we all know, sadness simply transfers from one person's face to another.