Conan's Kingsman

"Anyway, let's ask the people around here first." Hoshino Kaede twisted his neck. It seemed that his bones were a little sore after not moving for too long. "It would be best if we could find witnesses." Hattori Heiji and Conan nodded.

Nod, there is no need to elaborate too much on the routine process of investigating a case like this.

"Look over there, the fortune teller who sets up a stall should be able to get first-hand information." Hoshino Kaede stood at the intersection and looked at the surrounding environment, then pointed at a slightly fat woman across the street. "Let's try it.

, Anyway, she is the only one around here now." Conan and Hattori Heiji walked across the street, while Hoshino Kaede stood there looking at the shops, furnishings and pedestrians on the street, frowning slightly.

"Hello, Auntie." Conan walked up to the fortune teller who set up a stall and greeted him politely. "Ah, kid, what can I do?" The fortune teller was a very kind-hearted middle-aged woman, with a smile on her face.

A pair of round-framed glasses, he looks kind and friendly, giving people the feeling of being easy to talk to. "Is the cash transport truck that just passed by been robbed?"

Although Conan-kun looked extremely calm, he was already burning with anxiety. Hoshino Kaede also said that although the program left behind by Noah's Ark overwhelmingly overwhelmed the client's computer,

Technology, but no one is sure whether he has any other tricks. After all, this is just a program, not the body of Noah's Ark. It has an absolute advantage in the online world, but it is not invincible. At least there are many methods that look very primitive.

On the contrary, it can be countered.

So at this time, he was no longer interested in playing the role of a child and asked directly. "Yes, I was indeed robbed." The woman told the matter simply. Judging from her appearance, she must have been robbed.

The police came and asked several times. "I remember it happened on April 4th." Hattori also came over at this time. "I think since you have been setting up a stall here, the police should also come to you.

Have you asked about the situation at that time? Can you explain it in more detail? "

"Okay." The woman was slightly stunned, as if she didn't know why the high school student and child in front of her asked this, but as a fortune teller, she was well-informed, so she didn't hesitate too much.

"I remember it was around this time, that is, the cash transport truck arrived every day.

It was time to arrive at the bank. Then suddenly a white second-hand car rushed over from that direction." The woman pointed to the corner of the street. "Then two people got out, one was taller and the other was thin. They were both

He took a gun and pointed it at the bank staff."

"Then when they were about to leave, a security guard jumped up and seemed to want to fight the prisoner, but was shot in the heart." When she said this, the woman's voice changed slightly, as if she was recalling that time.

That scene made her very panicked. "It happened so suddenly, I couldn't tell whether it was a dream or reality." The woman sighed, as if she was regretting the loss of an innocent life.

"It seems that the other party's movements are very neat." Hattori Heiji muttered. "Thank you, auntie." Conan smiled and said goodbye to the woman, and then prepared to leave. "Wait a moment!" The woman asked after seeing the two of them.

He left and quickly stopped them. "Huh?" The two turned back and looked at her in confusion. "Hmm..." The woman picked up a magnifying glass and looked at their faces carefully, with solemn expressions.

"Brothers, today is the day with the worst luck in your life. I suggest you go back and stay at home." The woman said very solemnly. "Ah, we will." Hattori and Conan said to each other.

They glanced at each other and saw the smiles in each other's eyes. "We'll wait until we make this day the best day of our lives."

"How's it going? Did you get any information?" Hoshino Kaede stood at the street corner and didn't go over, so he didn't hear their conversation. "Ah, this is probably what happened..." Hattori smiled and said to Hoshino Kaede.

Let's explain. "Oh? That intersection? There is no difference with my inference." Hoshino Kaede raised his eyelids and looked at the street corner that the woman pointed to before. "That place is the only point where you can pay attention to all the movements.

Being able to choose to go there shows that the robber is not that stupid."

"It's different when there are professionals here." Hattori Heiji sighed, "But then again, is it possible for you to rob a bank? You look so professional." Conan suddenly looked weird: "Well, Hattori

ah."

"Huh? What's wrong?" Hattori Heiji looked confused. "You know the Suzuki Foundation, right?" Conan asked. "Yes, which Japanese doesn't know about the Suzuki Foundation?" Hattori was still confused, not knowing what Conan wanted.

What to say. "That consortium is so rich that it's mind-boggling, okay?"

"Ah, it's just that kind of consortium, maybe a little bigger." Conan looked at Hoshino Kaede with an envious and jealous expression, "This guy has four or five people in his family. And he's also an English earl with a fiefdom.

So, do you think he will sink to the point of robbing a bank?"

"Don't tell me, I really snatched it." Hoshino Kaede said indifferently, "Wasn't it to evaluate the anti-theft facilities of the foundation's vault? We organized an action team to go in and try it out. Although it was unsuccessful in the end,

At any rate, it’s considered a steal.”

"You...are you robbing me?" Conan held it in for a long time and didn't know what to say, so he had to subconsciously complain to ease the awkward atmosphere. At this time, an SUV came speeding from the road behind him,

There was an emergency brake in front of them. Then a person jumped out of the car and grabbed Conan's collar. "Can you please stop running around? You still have the client's phone number!"

"Ah... well, let's talk to you if you have something to say." Hattori quickly smoothed things over. "Huh? Why is the black boy from Osaka here?" Uncle Mouri asked suspiciously. "The situation is the same as yours." Hattori smiled freely and smiled.

He showed the ID on his hand. "So you also..." Uncle Maori muttered something, then turned to ask Conan. "Where is the client's phone number? Give it to me quickly!"