Zongman: This friendly communication system is too friendly

An old white van that looked like an antique came speeding over and stopped in front of the hotel.

Uncle Maori appeared, quickly opened the car door and got out.

Looking at the magnificent hall.

Uncle Maori gritted his teeth and walked in quickly with a heavy and serious expression.

After just two steps, he felt more and more anxious and started running.

Quickly they came to the place where they had reached during the day.

The person who greeted him at the door was the client's secretary.

When he saw Uncle Maori, he still squinted his eyes and smiled gently.

"Thank you for your hard work, Detective Maori."

The secretary made way to let Uncle Maori in.

"The client is waiting for your return. Please come in."

Come to the hall where we met during the day.

The secretary took out a remote control from his pocket, pressed the switch, and a brief flash of snowflakes appeared on the screen in the center of the hall, and then a figure appeared on it.

The secretary walked to the side and reminded him, "Detective Maori has returned here."

"I know you are very tired, but there is no time. Come and listen to the investigation report right away." The client said lightly.

Uncle Maori put his hands in his pockets.

His sharp eyes were fixed on the man wearing sunglasses on the screen.

"The case you want me to investigate is the armored car robbery that occurred on Bashamichi Road on April 4th of this year, and the truth behind the shooting murder of Masaharu Nishio, which is related to this case."

Uncle Maori walked towards the screen.

"am I right?"

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on the road.

A khaki old car turned left and right, and drifted to the gate of Hongbao Hotel.

The vehicle stops.

Wang Changsheng immediately opened the car door and got out.

"vomit……"

He retched a few times.

At this time, Conan and Hattori Heiji also hurriedly got out of the car.

"I'll be in charge of finding the kids at Fantasy Land. Go ahead, everyone."

"Okay!" The two detectives nodded in unison.

"I'm leaving Kazuha to you too!" Hattori Heiji added.

"I understand." Dr. Agasa nodded.

Hattori Heiji carried Conan on his back, closed the car door, and the yellow old car quickly drove to the side.

The three of them looked at the familiar white van next to them, and Conan suddenly felt something was wrong. He did not dare to delay any longer and quickly asked Hattori Heiji to go find Uncle Mori.

Wang Changsheng also followed.

At this time, Uncle Maori was talking in the daytime reception room.

"The suspects in the Chemadao armored car robbery are Suehiko Ito and Masaharu Nishio."

"However, Nishio shot and killed the security guards who resisted."

"Four days after the incident, Nishio was murdered by an unknown person. The police seem to suspect that the murderer who shot Nishio was Reiko Shimizu, who worked at the same company as Nishio and was pursued by him."

"But I don't think so."

"The murderer's motive must have been resentment that Nishio had ruined his plan."

"So, the murderer of Nishio Masaharu is..."

Uncle Maori's eyes were calm, and he was just about to say the name.

At this moment, the door behind him was suddenly pushed open.

"Damn it Qiudou!"

Hattori Heiji shouted.

He ran all the way here with Conan on his back.

Wang Changsheng's figure also appeared behind him.

"You, the three of you..."

Uncle Maori looked at the three people's originally calm and composed expressions, and suddenly he couldn't hold it anymore. He became stupid and stared at Hattori Heiji, Wang Changsheng and others with his eyes wide open.

Seeing this, the secretary couldn't help but say hurriedly: "You can't come in... Detective Maori is reporting now."

The secretary was just about to step forward and kick these three people out.

However, Conan, who was lying on Hattori Heiji's back, suddenly twisted the watch on his wrist.

"whoosh"

Wang Changsheng keenly noticed that a silver needle, so thin that it was almost imperceptible to the naked eye, flew out in an instant.

With a whoosh, he thrust it into the secretary's neck: "Ah..."

Seeing this, Conan and Hattori Heiji both changed their expressions.

"Oops……"

Conan originally wanted to shoot Uncle Maori in the neck.

However, who could have imagined that the secretary would move forward so quickly and stand in front of Uncle Maori.

The secretary who was shot by Conan with an anesthetic needle immediately began to stagger and took several steps back, as if he was dancing some strange dance.

Then his body softened and he was about to fall backwards, but luckily Uncle Maori next to him was quick to act and hugged the secretary's waist.

"No, you, what's wrong with you? I hope you're okay!"

Uncle Maori put the man on the ground and shouted for a long time, but the secretary was no longer moving.

At this moment, the client on the screen suddenly spoke.

"Detective Maori, please continue."

It seemed like there was no way to wake the person up.

Uncle Maori simply threw the secretary to the ground, raised his head, and said to the client: "What I want to say is! The real murderer who killed Xiwei is... It hurts..."

Uncle Maori was just about to say the name.

However, he only felt a sudden blow to the back of his head, followed by a severe pain. His eyes went black and he fell down.

Behind him, I saw Hattori Heiji holding a heavy ashtray in his hand.

It seemed like he was the one who knocked Uncle Maori down just now.

"I'm sorry, uncle..."

Hattori Heiji was just about to continue what Uncle Mori was saying.

However, the TV next to it was suddenly cut off and turned into a black screen.

"Oh no, the image was cut off!" Conan was suddenly shocked.

Wang Changsheng watched the two people's actions from behind.

It's really hard to suppress the twitching of the corners of my mouth.

Uncle Maori, this is a bit too pitiful.

It doesn't matter if the anesthetic injection wasn't given.

He was actually being physically knocked unconscious like this.

Wang Changsheng glanced at the glass ashtray in Hattori Heiji's hand.

Thick and big.

Like a brick.

Even harder than bricks.

Look at Uncle Maori, who is lying face down on the ground with his butt sticking out and a big bump on his head.

“…What a sin.”

It’s hard to imagine what Uncle Maori did wrong in his previous life to be punished like this by Conan and Hattori Heiji.

Can't you just use a knife?

I have to do manual anesthesia like this...

Conan didn't care about the pain in his leg at this time. He quickly picked up the remote control from the secretary's hand and started pressing the buttons one by one.

However, after pressing the buttons for a long time, he found that none of them were correct.

"Damn it, which button is it..."

Conan pressed for a long time, and when he pressed the red button on the remote control.

Although the screen remained unchanged, the bookshelf next to it suddenly started moving and moved inward.

A passage appeared in front of Wang Changsheng and the other two.

"Then, what's going on..." Conan was stunned when he saw the passage that suddenly appeared.

"Maybe the client is in there." Hattori Heiji was also stunned and said a possibility.

"What?" Conan turned to look at him instantly.

"Just now, when I called this man named Takada, I heard the same noise on the line as when the client called."

Hattori explained.

Takada was naturally the secretary who was knocked down by Conan and the anesthetic needle.

Now everyone has fallen down.

This situation happened again.

Hattori Heiji frowned and glanced at the two children beside him.

"Well, kid, why don't you stay here for now?"

Hattori Heiji said to Wang Changsheng.

Although he had some guesses, he was also worried about the dangers he might encounter if he rushed in.

So he wanted to take Conan in first and let Wang Changsheng stay here.

"You just focus on your own things. I'm fine and won't cause you any trouble." Wang Changsheng blinked.

Hearing this, Hattori Heiji didn't care about anything else and said to Conan: "There's no time, let's go!"

"Yeah!" Conan nodded. He endured the pain and limped forward.

Hattori Heiji did not carry him on his back this time.

Because we don’t know what is inside this passage, we might encounter a dangerous secret room.

So it was impossible for him to carry Conan on his back and affect his own activities.

The three of them came to the bookshelf.

Look into that passage.

It was pitch black.

"Why is it so dark?" Hattori Heiji frowned.

He turned around and immediately found several model ornaments similar to ancient knights.