They were all young, tall, with broad shoulders and long legs, and looked strong and robust.
"Stop...cough cough...stop him! Thief!" Jing Ran shouted immediately.
Even if someone claims to be a scammer, people will still think about it, unlike a thief who is more straightforward.
The two men stopped when they heard the noise, and happened to be standing in the path that the swindler was sure to take.
Seeing that the swindler couldn't stop and was still running straight ahead, one of them suddenly pulled the other aside, making way for him.
What the hell is this?!
Jingran was running away, almost spitting blood in anger, when he realized he recognized the two guys when he got closer.
The key difference is that one has blonde hair and the other has silver hair; the blonde has dark skin, so they're clearly international friends.
Jingran didn't even have time to speak. He waved his fist in front of the silver-haired man's face and ran over.
What kind of elite investigators are you? You let me off the hook right there and then?!
Fortunately, a quick glance revealed that the scammer had run towards a farmers' market.
I guess they thought it would be harder to find in crowded places.
But Comrade Xiao Jing suddenly stopped and smiled slightly at the market entrance.
"Lots of people? That's great!"
"Let me show you what a vast ocean of people's war really is!"
"...Uncle Liu!"
With just one shout, the uncle selling vegetables at the market entrance responded loudly.
"Xiao Jing, what's up?"
"A conman just ran in, Uncle Liu, did you see him? He's a man, in his forties, wearing a blue jacket!"
"I see him! It's him!"
"Don't let him get away!"
"..."
The covered, semi-open market immediately became even more lively.
The market looks quite large, but there are stalls on both sides, with only one passageway on each side, and they are all full of people browsing the market.
He definitely couldn't run away, and with word spreading like wildfire, everyone was eyeing the "man in the blue jacket." Within minutes, he was cornered in front of the stall, held down by seven or eight uncles and aunties who grabbed his clothes and hair.
In addition, there were vendors selling live poultry along the way, with people shouting and chickens crowing, making it a lively scene.
It felt like stepping back into the epic battle between Kotaro and Pengnosuke.
Xiao Jing strolled over, asked the man his name and what he had just done, and made sure he hadn't arrested the wrong person. He couldn't even get involved himself, so he followed a group of righteous uncles and aunts and escorted the man back to the station.
A flurry of activity ensued.
After finally managing to evade the elderly woman's profuse thanks and sneaking to the police station, I found two anime fans standing there.
They clearly came here on purpose.
"You two," Jingran asked tentatively, "can you speak Chinese and understand it to do the work?"
As a result, he was punched in both shoulders.
"You bastard!" A blond, dark-skinned handsome man gritted his teeth, speaking fluent Mandarin, "You actually came back without saying a word!"
I thought you were dead!
“Yeah,” the silver-haired handsome man pushed up his glasses and added, “Furuya almost cried, I’m telling you.”
"Pfft!" Jing Ran couldn't help but burst out laughing.
On one hand, I imagined what it would be like for Officer Furuya, a dignified police officer, to lose his composure.
On the other hand... Mingzhi's slightly Beijing-accented voice is just too perfect for crosstalk!
...
The head of the First Investigation Division of the Criminal Investigation Department of the Tokyo Metropolitan Police Department, dressed in a traditional Chinese robe, took to the stage at the department's New Year's party and began by saying, "Today I'm going to tell you a comedy routine..."
The scene was too beautiful to imagine.
Sitting in a pretentious roadside café, Jingran glanced at the two people in front of her, laughing while also feeling puzzled.
Has time travel and reverse time travel become as easy as eating cabbage these days?
Or is it because these two are elites, and there are some preferential policies in this regard?
Are people of mixed race considered ethnic minorities? ...
Leaving aside Furuya Rei, judging from Akechi's hair color and appearance, he probably has some Western ancestry.
These matters were insignificant, so Comrade Xiao Jing pondered them for a moment and then let them go.
"Anyway, we heard it from Gao Yuan," Mingzhi finally said.
A single sentence explains many things.
Jingran nodded, not surprised by their acceptance of the "time travel" concept.
People in the world of Detective Conan have seen all sorts of things that challenge our values.
Time travel is easier to accept than aliens, right?
There's only one question...
“It was Kotaro who brought us here,” Akechi said again.
This time he explained a bit more.
The truth about "Yoruichi Toyama" was learned after the final battle at the Twilight Mansion and before San San traveled back to that world.
At first, everyone was surprised that Akemi was so calm after losing her boyfriend, and Akemi couldn't bear to see her friends in "Toyama Yoruichi" too sad.
So the group made a secret visit to the public security laboratory.
Of course, this was kept secret from the FBI.
“Anyway, that guy,” Furuya Rei said with a hint of disdain, “is as cold-blooded as if he has no heart.”
He can live on even if he loses anyone.
Jingran neither agreed nor disagreed with this assessment.
My relationship with Shuichi Akai is so-so, and whether he knows about my background or not is really irrelevant.
The other "good brothers," such as Furuya Rei, Akechi, and Kudo Shinichi, heard Takato personally deliver Yoruichi Toyama's last words of advice.
So they were somewhat relieved and went on with their lives.
"No, wait a minute..." Jingran asked unwillingly, "Is that all?"
"If I stay there, will there be... a corpse or something? Or did it just vanish in an instant?"
If it's the latter, shouldn't you suspect that I'm an alien, the son of Ultraman or something?
“It didn’t just disappear all at once,” Mingzhi said, staring into his eyes in a perfect Beijing accent.
"But then a gust of wind blew by, and your body fell apart right before people's eyes..."
"...turned into a butterfly and flew away."
I couldn't believe your lies!
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