The next day, after lunch, the group took the Shinkansen to Osaka.
Heiji's father, Hattori Heizo, is a senior figure and a real big shot in the police force, so even Uncle Mori doesn't dare to slack off.
He made a point of tidying himself up in the morning and even sprayed on some cologne.
The journey on the Shinkansen was very boring, and Uncle Mori started reading the newspaper carefully as soon as he got on the train.
Xiaolan was also able to sit still, just sitting in her seat looking out the window at the tall buildings she had been watching for who knows how long.
Suddenly, Conan jumped off his seat and left temporarily, using the excuse of needing to pee.
Conan was speechless when he thought about what Heiji had done. Yesterday, after Uncle Mori hung up the phone, Heiji called him.
"Hey, Kudo, remember to come early tomorrow to watch my kendo finals. I'll show you my prowess on the field!"
He had just fallen asleep last night when Heiji called again.
"My match is at Naniwa Central Stadium. After exiting Shin-Osaka Station, take the bus to Higashijiri for seven stops. If you're unsure, you can ask the bus driver."
He could only squint and give a nonchalant reply before hanging up the phone.
Thinking about all this, Conan felt a little helpless. He wasn't a child. He had just wanted to take a nap on the train, but now that they had just started moving, Heiji called again.
Watching Conan's retreating figure, Kōyū shrugged. He had also heard what Heiji had said yesterday.
Heiji also called him, saying he wanted to show him what true swordsmanship is, as well as his mother Shizuka Ikenami's ultimate cooking.
If it weren't for this dish, he wouldn't have bothered going to Osaka again.
The Shinkansen had just left the station and would arrive in Osaka around 2 PM.
The thought of having to sit on the boring Shinkansen for several hours made Kōyū feel a little stiff in his buttocks.
Uncle Mori also found a way to pass the time. He deliberately didn't buy the kind of newspapers that reported news, but instead bought newspapers about horse racing.
This way he can kill time while figuring out which horse to bet on next.
"Hmm, let's bet on this one next time. Hopefully, I can win enough to play mahjong."
Uncle Mori looked at the newspaper carefully, muttering to himself.
Around 2 p.m., Guangyou and his group finally arrived at the Naniwa Central Gymnasium, where the competition was being held.
As soon as they arrived at the door, the sharp-eyed Ran spotted Kazuha looking around in the crowd.
"Kazuha! We've come to cheer you on!"
Kazuha ran up to Ran, somewhat delighted.
"Did your kendo club advance to the finals?"
Speaking of the competition, Kazuha was a little embarrassed: "Actually, the final is about to take place, but I can't find Heiji at all."
"I think he must be investigating the murder that just happened."
"A murder case?"
Conan raised an eyebrow, his interest immediately piqued.
"What murder case?"
“I don’t know the specifics either; you’ll have to ask Officer Otaki, who’s in charge of the case.”
Led by Kazuha, Conan goes to find Inspector Otaki to learn about the case.
Guangyou then used the excuse of going to watch the game to separate himself from the three of them.
After they separated, Kōyū went straight to find Heiji.
We arrived at the equipment room in Hall 2 of the gymnasium, which is used to store equipment.
Before I even got close, I heard Heiji's reasoning.
"It's no use. Even if you do this, the police won't consider this the primary crime scene. Mr. Kotegawa, your method won't work."
"You probably killed Sumi in the locker room next to the swimming pool."
In fact, Guangyou also couldn't understand it. Perhaps it's because of a different way of thinking. Why does he have to explain his reasoning process?
If we're certain, wouldn't it be better to subdue them first and then consider the reasoning process?
Perhaps this is what confidence is.
Heiji's fighting skills are better than Conan's. He knows kendo and has a certain degree of self-defense ability, so Kouyu can understand why he did this.
If it were Conan, without a soccer ball or anything else to kick, he'd probably be dead by now if he encountered a particularly vicious criminal.
Why does Conan always have something to kick around him?
Is this what they call the protagonist's halo?
hiss!
Thinking of this, Guangyou couldn't help but shudder.
The protagonist's halo is terrifyingly powerful!
After a moment of stunned silence, half of the reasoning inside had already been completed.
Guangyou looked around and found a wooden stick in the corner outside.
He didn't know why he found a wooden stick.
"Could it be that I also benefited from Conan's protagonist aura?"
Thinking about all this, Guangyou picked up the wooden stick, quietly walked into the equipment room, and gave that person a blow to the head.
The man turned his head, struggled to look at Guangyou, and then collapsed with a look of resentment.
"Why are you here? And what are you doing?"
Heiji was halfway through his deduction when he saw Kousuke knock out his audience, leaving him feeling incredibly frustrated.
"His hands were right next to the knife, and I thought he was going to resist, so I just knocked him out."
Kōyū simply brushed it off with a reason that Heiji couldn't refuse.
Heiji looked at Kōyū's "I'm doing this for your own good" expression and didn't know what to say.
"Then who am I supposed to explain my reasoning to? I finally managed to catch the culprit before that Kudo guy."
Heiji felt like he was being told to back down halfway through using the toilet.
I feel so frustrated!
Go push your dung ball!
Kōyū gave him a look of disgust: "It's almost the finals and you're still doing deductions here. The culprit is lying on the ground right now. We can hand him over to Inspector Ōtaki later. Didn't you want to have a proper showdown with Okita Souji?"
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