Conan: After teaching the protagonist, they offered their loyalty.

"What are you doing?" Ken Nishimoto frowned as he felt the other person getting closer and closer.

“Kill you…” Fuheishen grinned maliciously, pulled a pistol from his pocket, and pointed it at Nishimoto Ken’s head without hesitation.

boom!

A gunshot rang out, and a large-caliber bullet pierced Nishimoto Ken's head. He fell heavily to the ground, and blood mixed with a white substance quickly spread across the ground.

"what!!!!"

Upon hearing the gunshot, the crowd instantly erupted into chaos, scattering in all directions.

Fuheishen's cold gaze locked onto the village chief of Black Rock, whose face was filled with fear.

It's ironic that a drug dealer could become a village chief.

"You, you can't kill me! What do you want? I'll give you money." When the Black Rock Village Chief saw that the other party was dressed in black, he immediately realized something, and fear flashed in his eyes.

boom!

The bullet struck him directly in the head with such force that his head exploded.

From Kawashima to Black Rock's death, the time elapsed was less than three minutes; Fukushige's actions were decisive and clean.

Conspiracy?

This doesn't exist. It might be necessary in the world of sorcery, but in this world, he is invincible!

"Damn it!" Conan rushed towards the source of the gunshot after hearing it, and was shocked when he saw Gojo Satoru, who looked completely calm. "Gojo-kun, how could it be you?!"

Fukushiro ignored Conan.

Seeing that the other person's expression might indicate they were about to kill, Conan didn't care about anything else. He turned on his watch and aimed at the other person.

"You killed my father!" Reiko Kuroiwa rushed over without regard for anything else.

Fuheishen raised his foot and kicked the other person away. Immediately afterwards, a thin anesthetic needle shot towards him.

He tilted his head slightly to dodge the tranquilizer dart, then turned to look at Conan.

"Oh no!" Conan's pupils contracted slightly.

The other party had a gun, realized he had fired the tranquilizer dart, and there was no cover around. He had no idea how he was going to survive.

However, the other party merely glanced at him indifferently, showing no intention of making a move, and walked towards the woods until they disappeared.

hateful!

Conan clenched his fists tightly. He hadn't expected that the other party would fire without hesitation.

From Nishimoto to Black Rock's death, not even a minute passed!

And it led itself down the wrong path!

What deep-seated hatred could possibly be behind this?

and many more!

Conan seemed to have thought of something and ran towards the community center without regard for anything else.

In the shadows to the side, Makoto Asai stood there blankly, his expression somewhat complicated.

.......

"Keiji, Keiji is back, he's back."

Inside the community center, Hirata Kazuaki, who serves as the secretary to the village chief of Kuroiwa, was startled by the commotion outside and looked at the piano in horror, saying...

"What are you talking about?!" Kogoro Mouri frowned.

He certainly doesn't believe in ghosts; in his eyes, there is only science.

"It must be him, it must be him! Didn't you hear the commotion outside? It must be him, he's here for revenge!" Hirata Kazuaki's eyes revealed terror.

"Revenge?" Conan's eyes flashed, and he ignored Kogoro Mouri and Ran beside him. "Can you explain what happened in detail?"

"What revenge?" Hirata Kazuaki realized he had let something slip and couldn't expose what they were doing. He asked in confusion, "I was just talking about ghosts, Aso Keiji's ghost!"

Conan frowned, looking at Hirata Kazuaki, sensing that there was more to the story than met the eye.

Kogoro Mouri also sensed something was wrong.

"There's another body outside!"

Suddenly, someone outside shouted loudly.

"Damn it!" Kogoro Mouri ran out quickly, with Conan following closely behind.

While everyone else was leaving, Fuheshel entered the community center.

"Mr. Gojo, are you alright? There's been a shooting outside," Ran asked, standing at the entrance of the community center.

"It's nothing, I was just a little scared, so I came here to hide for a bit," Fuheshen said with a smile, without a trace of fear on his face.

"It's okay, my dad has already gone to investigate the murderer. He's a very capable detective, and I'm sure he'll uncover the truth." Although Xiaolan was a little puzzled by the other person's lack of fear, she still comforted him.

“Indeed, the truth will come out.” Fuheishen smiled.

Meanwhile, after examining the body, Conan encountered the old policeman.

After inquiring about Keiji Aso, the glasses suddenly emitted a beam of light that seemed to indicate the prisoner's sudden death.

He got it!

Gojo Satoru, his real name should be Aso Satoru, right?

Aso Satoru, who died twelve years ago to avenge his father!

After taking down the sheet music, Conan, who understood the whole truth, had a somewhat complicated expression.

After luring Kogoro Mouri to the broadcasting room, he tricked Kogoro into drinking a sedative, then picked up the butterfly tie and began to deduce the truth.

As for why I didn't shoot the other person, it's because I already shot that person.

At this moment, Fuhesh was preparing to deal with the last person.

But suddenly Kogoro Mouri's voice came from the broadcasting room on the second floor.

"That's right, from beginning to end, this was a revenge, a malice born from learning that his father was murdered, Gojo Satoru! No, I should call you Aso Satoru!"

Makoto Aso: "........."

Fukushige, who was about to make his move: "........."

Fortunately, it wasn't his own face that was used; otherwise, he would have been driven to his death by Conan's trick.

Gojo Satoru never imagined that he would have an extra father and a different surname.

"H-How could this be?!" Ran covered her mouth after hearing Kogoro Mouri's reasoning, looking at Jinji Fushiguro with an incredulous gaze.

She believed that Mr. Gojo was a very gentle and kind person, so how could he possibly commit murder?

As Kogoro Mouri slowly recounted what happened twelve years ago, Ran looked at Shinobu Fushiguro with a complicated expression.

Fukugoro's lips twitched slightly as he continued walking towards Hirata Kazuaki.

“Mr. Gojo! No, Mr. Aso!” Ran stopped Fushiguro Jinji, tears welling in her eyes. “Don’t add to your crimes. He will receive the punishment he deserves!”

In Japan, there is no death penalty. If the judge learns that the other party is avenging their father, the sentence may be reduced. However, if the crime is aggravated, the person may be sentenced to life imprisonment.

"You get wet very easily," Fuheshen said with a smile, looking at the other person calmly. "I was referring to the corners of your eyes."

Xiaolan was stunned for a moment, and for a split second she felt a sense of familiarity.

In the moment of hesitation, the other person had already walked past him.

"Mr. Aso!" Ran reached out to stop him.

Snapped!

Fuheshel pulled out a Molotov cocktail from somewhere and threw it into the middle.

Instantly, a raging fire broke out, becoming an unstoppable wall of fire between the two.

Perhaps this wouldn't stop Xiaolan; she seemed to want to rush inside and stop it.

"What a foolish woman, go back to your father." Fuheshen suddenly appeared next to her and gently tapped her neck with one hand.

Before Xiaolan could react, she was knocked unconscious.

After placing Ran Mori in a safe place, Fuheshtar strode closer to Hirata and Akira.