Conan: When I Be Gin's Brother

On the other side, on the motorcycle.

Conan hugged Hattori's waist, feeling the wind blowing in front of him, and was still thinking about what just happened.

…

Just now, after leaving Okazaki Sumie's house, they went to the place where Officer Sakata died to look for clues.

Although they have found out the truth about the serial killings, there has been no progress in the case of Officer Sakata being sniped. As detectives, Hattori and Conan naturally cannot leave it alone.

Arriving at the scene of the crime, the police officer guarding outside saw Hattori's figure and immediately greeted, "Brother Hattori."

"Hey, thank you for your hard work." Hattori took off his helmet and said hello to the police officer. He turned around and parked the motorcycle, then picked up Conan on the motorcycle.

"..." Conan was held down with a look of resentment on his face.

"Come to investigate the scene again?"

Hattori nodded, "Ah, if you pay a little attention, it won't take too long."

"It's okay. Brother Hattori helps us solve cases every time. It's not too late to thank you." The police officer smiled.

"But does this child need to be brought in?" The police officer looked at Conan behind Hattori.

"Yes, this kid said he had some clues, so I brought him here to confirm." Hattori rubbed Conan's head.

The police officer looked hesitant, "Okay, but kids, please don't touch the things inside. You must listen to your big brother."

This was obviously meant for Conan.

Hattori, who was watching the fun and suppressing laughter, also joined in, "Did you hear that? Conan kids, you must listen to Hattori-nii!"

"I know!!" Conan nodded reluctantly, and when the police officer looked away, his face became grim.

Damn it, who is a child? Who wants to listen to this guy Hattori!!

In terms of reasoning ability, this guy Hattori is obviously his loser!

Conan's face was dark and he thought indifferently.

…

The police officer gave a final instruction and got out of the way behind him, "Okay, then you can go in. Conan, kids, please don't move anything!"

"Thank you very much!"

Hattori Saga Ichiraku said, leading Conan across the blockade and towards Officer Sakata's car.

There were other police officers around, but after seeing Hattori, they didn't say anything to stop him. They seemed to be accustomed to this detective boy who often appeared at crime scenes.

Conan followed Hattori while observing the scene and sighing in his heart.

Unexpectedly, he came in here? He thought he was going to sneak in. After becoming smaller, he did this kind of thing a lot.

Sure enough, he is the son of the Osaka Prefectural Police Minister... He is basically a familiar face in front of the Osaka police, and he can even enter such an important crime scene without anyone stopping him.

...Ah, I'm a little envious.

Conan pouted.

Thinking of the tragic experience of being punched and kicked out by Uncle Maori as soon as he got even slightly closer to the scene, Conan felt like crying.

They are both high school detectives, so why is there such a big gap?

At the scene of the crime, Officer Sakata's car was still parked in place, unchanged as they had left it before. The blood splattered in the car had long since dried up, leaving behind shocking black marks.

The body and other things have been taken away by people from the Metropolitan Police Department, but there is no guarantee that there is any important evidence left here.

So the two carefully investigated the inside of the car again, but did not find any useful clues.

"I can't seem to find anything useful in the car." Hattori carefully closed the door, took off his gloves, and sighed.

Conan also stopped moving, "Would you like to check out the nearby buildings? Maybe the sniper spot will leave clues to the murderer."

After saying that, the two of them came to the building where the sniper point was located, which had also been found by the police. The places where the bullet casings were dropped were even marked separately, but the bullet casings had already been taken away by the police.

Conan looked at the empty rooftop with a panoramic view, and seemed to be unable to find any useful clues. "Is it really a waste of time..."

He yawned, a little disappointed.

This killing method of direct sniper shooting seems simple and crude, but in fact it is the most difficult type of case to investigate clearly. After all, it leaves too little evidence compared with the whistle-blowing conspiracy.

"If you want to investigate clearly, you should start with the people around Sakata to see if he has any enemies or people he has offended... But it is too late now. The investigation will start tomorrow."

Hattori didn't stay too long, he just stood on the rooftop for a while before leaving. After a day of hard work, he was already tired, and now it was time to finish the day's investigation and go back to rest.

Conan also walked towards the stairs, but when he reached the door, he suddenly stopped and looked up with a confused expression.

At the rooftop gate, on the protruding platform, he seemed to see a corner of cloth.

Is it a rag that accidentally got tangled there, or... someone?

He had some bad premonitions, but the platform was too high and he couldn't climb up at all. Conan quickly called Hattori, "Don't leave yet, there seems to be something up there!"

"What?!"

Hattori hurriedly ran over and frowned as he looked at the corners of his clothes swinging in the wind.

"I'll ask you to go up."

Stepping on Hattori's hand, Conan jumped hard enough to grab the edge of the platform and climbed up with difficulty.

He took a breath and looked up to see a thin figure leaning on the top of the platform. The cloth he just saw fluttering in the wind was the clothes on that person's body.

The other party's hands were handcuffed. Conan frowned and hurried over to check the other party's pulse.

Very weak, but not dead yet.

He breathed a sigh of relief for the time being. Fortunately, he didn't encounter the third murder case this day.

but……

Conan looked at the man lying on the ground. He seemed a little strange. He tentatively stretched out his hand and touched it lightly, then lowered his head to look at the man's face.

The next second, his pupils narrowed.

…

"Hey, what's going on?"

"You don't pay attention to me even if I call you from below!"

He kept complaining, and Hattori climbed up from nowhere. When he saw the helpless man on the platform, he looked shocked and subconsciously stepped forward to help him up.

"Don't move!"

"His neck can no longer bear the second injury!"

Conan's words stunned Hattori. After noticing the strange state of the man, he quickly took back his hand. Without Conan having to say anything, he immediately took out his phone, dialed the police number, and called an ambulance.

…………

"Damn it, what happened today? Why did so many difficult cases suddenly appear!"

Hattori punched hard and watched the dying man being taken away by the ambulance, feeling a little relieved.

Conan did not answer Hattori's words. He had maintained a solemn expression from the beginning. Instead, he asked Hattori: "Hattori, did you just see that person's face?"

Because the man's face was facing down, and he did not change his posture when he was taken away by the ambulance to protect his cervical spine, Hattori did not see his face.

Hattori shook his head, "What's wrong? Is it someone you know?"

"Not only do I know him, but you also know him." Conan said solemnly.

"It's Numabuchi Kiichiro."

"Numabuchi Kiichiro?!" Hattori paused, eyes widening. "How could it be him? Could it be that these cases are all..."

"Ah... we can't rule out this possibility." Conan nodded, his black-rimmed glasses reflecting a white light.

"These three cases are definitely not as simple as they seem..."