The unscientific detective in Conan

New Rice Flower Hotel.

The snow gradually fell, and it was the white season with snow again.

Conan knocked Maori Kogoro down with an anesthetic needle, and then he made a wave of reasoning and regained his confidence.

Sure enough, he was still himself, the famous detective Kudo Shinichi!

Holding Xiaolan's hand, strolling on the snowy streets, he felt relaxed and even a little excited.

Of course, it was not the excitement of holding hands, but the excitement of finding evidence!

Because, at the scene of the crime, he pulled out Itakura Taku's disk!

He will soon find clues to the Black Organization, how can he not be excited?

When he finds Gin who hit him from behind, he will kick him on the back of the head with his foot-power-multiplier shoes to let him know what is the cycle of fate!

"Hey, Conan."

At this time, Xiaolan next to him suddenly asked: "When do you think Shinichi will be back?"

"He should be back soon!"

Conan came to his senses and hurriedly explained: "Should be, soon, he must be in trouble now..."

Xiaolan raised her head slightly, and a snowflake fell on her face: "But it's really hard to wait like this."

Conan's face froze, and he couldn't say the words.

"Kata!"

A man suddenly walked out of a telephone booth not far in front of him.

Conan was attracted by the voice, looked up, and saw a familiar man.

The man wore a knitted hat, a jacket, green pupils, sharp eyes, and a cigarette in his mouth.

It's Shuichi Akai!

Why is this guy here...

Conan narrowed his eyes slightly, his eyes were full of caution, and he looked at the man named Shuichi Akai in front of him.

At this moment, he thought a lot... This Akai Shuichi is a member of the organization, this Akai Shuichi is a killer, and Itakura Taku, who is obviously related to the organization, just died. How could this guy suddenly appear in the telephone booth downstairs from the crime scene?

Akai Shuichi put his hands in his pockets: "You are crying again."

Xiaolan heard this and obviously knew that she was talking to her, and was stunned for a moment.

Akai Shuichi's eyes were calm: "You are always crying."

"What does it have to do with you?"

Xiaolan wiped the snowflakes on her face: "It's just snowflakes."

"???"

What's going on?

Conan looked at the two people, who seemed to know each other, and was suddenly confused.

There was too much information, and his big head was stuck.

"I just remembered that you look like someone."

Akai Shuichi put his hands in his pockets and passed by the two people silently: "Always pretending to be calm, and then hiding alone to wipe tears, is a woman who is not very smart and stupid."

Not very smart... stupid?

Are you describing me?

Xiaolan blinked her eyelashes slightly when she heard this, and she came to her senses. A hint of shame and resentment surged on her face.

What does it mean to be like a woman who is so stupid...

I am very smart, okay? !

After Akai Shuichi walked away, Conan came to his senses and asked Xiaolan anxiously: "Sister Xiaolan, do you know that person just now?"

"Yes..."

Xiaolan replied: "I met him when Shinichi and I went to New York. It was in front of an abandoned apartment. When I was waiting for Shinichi, this person came to ask me, 'Have you seen a Japanese with long silver hair and stubble on his face?'"

Xiaolan said, and glanced at Conan's cautious face: "But he is not a suspicious person. After all, he was with someone with FBI written on his back."

FBI? !

Conan's face was even more surprised when he heard this.

He didn't understand why the FBI was in Japan.

The FBI has such a wide range of jurisdictions...

Now it has even reached Japan, competing with mold and the CIA for work?

The FBI is mainly responsible for the United States. They are the federal police of the United States and have no right to act outside the territory of the United States.

In Conan's impression, unless there is an official cooperation document, it is a violation of the FBI's agents to use federal laws, which may even cause protests at the diplomatic level.

But why was Huiyuan so afraid of him before?

If he is the FBI, then that teacher Judy, wouldn't she also be the FBI?

If so...

Conan frowned and fell into deep thought.

…………

Conan didn't spend too much time on Shuichi Akai, who was suspected to be from the FBI.

After returning home with Xiaolan, he hurried to Dr. Agasa's house.

When he arrived at Dr. Agasa's house, he directly inserted the disk into Dr. Agasa's computer without any hesitation...

He was not afraid of any dark night duke ambushing inside.

After confirming the log in the disk, the two drove the Beetle to Gunma Prefecture, the villa of Itakura Taku that Conan investigated.

…………

“These two guys are really reckless… If they didn’t have the aura of the protagonist, I don’t know how many times they would have died?”

Fujino put his hands in his pockets and silently watched the taillights of the car that had long gone away.

Sighing, he stretched out his hand and grasped the air. A white belt suddenly appeared in his right hand and buckled directly around his waist:

“YAIBER! (Thunder Blade)”

A light green light suddenly appeared, and Fujino's windbreaker was blown up by the wind. The gem of the transformer continued to rotate, emitting a burst of yellow particles that flew with the green gust of wind.

At this time, Fujino stretched out his left hand again, turned it around in front of him, and then pressed it directly on his belt:

"KAMEN RIDER, HENSIN!"

Fujino pressed his belt with both hands, and the green wind gradually accelerated, and the green particle wind suddenly turned red. Then, an ethereal and lonely background music suddenly sounded:

"からっぽの星...eraをゼロから开めよう...伝説はpaintり変えるもの...now...アクセルを解き发て."

"Crack!"

A Showa-style special effect sound exploded, interrupting the background music.

At the same time, a dark green and black armor emerged from the particles and was directly armed on his body.

"call……"

Fujino took a deep breath, got on the motorcycle parked aside, and inserted the key hanging with the Kamen Rider pendant.

"Authorization!"

Immediately afterwards, Fujino's motorcycle began to change. The entire body of the motorcycle began to change shape. The exhaust holes at the back suddenly changed into the shape of six thrusters like a Transformer.

“Buzz——!”

A stream of red light passed through the snowy streets,

…………

A road near Tokyo.

"The car in front of you, give way, give way!"

Miyamoto Yumi was sitting in the driver's seat, holding her chin and shouting boringly through the car's loudspeaker to the congested traffic in front. Seeing that the road ahead showed no signs of moving away, she couldn't help but sigh and clenched her fists and complained. : "It's such a disgusting snowy day. I drive so fast for nothing, and then I get into a traffic accident... I have to work overtime because of the consequences!"

"Okay, Yumi-senpai."

A young policewoman next to her chuckled and said, "Just wait until the tow truck comes later."

"You don't understand. The traffic conditions here in Tokyo are like this. A small traffic jam every two days, a heavy traffic jam every three days..."

"But if there is a traffic jam in this traffic situation, if we encounter that guy, we will definitely be able to catch him, right?"

Miyamoto Yumi changed her mind and thought of the nightmare-like rear taillights. She couldn't help but look back at the rearview mirror, and then she saw a point of light approaching quickly.

"The world is peaceful and peaceful..."

The roar gradually exploded from the distance toward the nearby place, and at the same time there was an extremely exciting tune.

Another policewoman turned around and asked hesitantly: "That's... a motorcycle?!"

"That speed is so familiar."

Miyamoto Yumi frowned: "The fatal 125 of the Tokyo Red Line duo...but why is this guy still carrying a stereo?"

"wrong!"

Miyamoto Yumi seemed to realize something, turned on the speaker, and shouted anxiously towards the back: "Hey, stop quickly, are you dying?!"

"boom--!"

Then, amid the surprised looks of the two people and the exciting music, a man with a big yellow Y letter on his head was riding a motorcycle. The six exhaust pipes on the back of the motorcycle suddenly unfolded, and the engine suddenly turned toward the ground. It sprayed out flames, shooting straight downwards in mid-air and flying over the traffic in front.

Miyamoto Yumi: "...?"

Young policewoman: "...?"

Miyamoto Yumi blinked: "What was that thing that just flew over...?"

The young policewoman hesitated for a moment: "The one that just flew over... seems to be a Kamen Rider...?"

Miyamoto Yumi: "Kamen Rider...?"

"Maybe we are in a trance due to lack of sleep, hahaha!"

The young policewoman comforted herself and said with a smile: "Well, that must be the case. It's absolutely true. How could a Kamen Rider or something like that possibly appear..."

"Hey Hey hey!"

Seeing that her eyes had lost their luster, Miyamoto Yumi quickly shook her shoulders: "Don't deceive yourself, how can you repair it!"