Chapter 31 Paradise Hunt (Edited) “I mourn for Newton…
"Look, this is where I got rid of him." Lin Xi said listlessly, standing in front of a mud wall.
"See? There's a corner over there, and then it's open over here. I took advantage of his blind spot while he was moving forward and slipped away from behind him."
Several detectives nodded and began to search the spot.
Lin Xi watched their actions and shook his head secretly.
It's impossible to find anything because nothing happened here in the first place.
There were no gangs, no illegal transactions, nothing, only the people in the organization ruthlessly dragging away the hapless Shoji Nishio.
"Hey, I found something here!" Conan held a magnifying glass in his hand and pointed at the crack in the wall.
Lin Xi widened his eyes.
ha? ?
She walked over to Conan and squatted down.
"What did you find?"
"Look, Sister Lin." The young detective held a sealed bag in his hand. He wore gloves that were several sizes too large for his size, and in his other hand, he held the magnifying glass Lin Xi had given him, which he obediently showed to Lin Xi.
The small bag contained white powder that gleamed in the sunlight and dust.
Lin Xi: “???”
Where did this come from? Where did this come from?
This is made out of nothing!
Could it be that someone had been doing business in this shabby alley these days and had hidden their goods here? And they just happened to find this place?
"I also found something here!" Hattori Heiji found a mess of footprints and dragging marks at the foot of the wall.
"Nishio Masaharu was dragged away by several people!" He carefully analyzed the footprints, "One, two, three... four people!"
Lin Xi covered his head.
"What's wrong with you, Miss Lin?" Amuro Toru looked at her with concern. "Are you feeling unwell?"
Lin Xi shook his head: "No..."
"What's that?"
She sighed and said sadly, "I feel uncomfortable."
Toru Amuro: "..."
He raised the corners of his lips and said, "If you feel uncomfortable, take a break. Leave the rest to us. We will soon find the truth behind Nishio Masaharu's disappearance."
Lin Xi could only respond with a polite smile.
Bourbon, oh Bourbon, you are really...
She sighed, and felt a sudden pang of hunger due to the exhausted energy and empty stomach - she wanted to eat the rice bowl from the nearby restaurant again.
"That's about it." The three detectives sorted the evidence and took photos. "Just tell this to the client."
"The truth is out?" Lin Xi sat on the wall in an ungraceful manner, supporting his head and looking at them.
"Yeah!" Conan ran up to her, squatted down and tilted his head: "We still have some guesses about the client's identity. We should be able to complete the commission soon. Don't worry, Sister Lin!"
Lin Xi stretched out her finger and poked the soft flesh on Conan's face, watching it bounce back and forth: "Oh, the little detective is really amazing."
"Well, I've already sent our reasoning and sufficient evidence to the client," Hattori Heiji said, "I'm just waiting for his reply."
"Oh. I hope there won't be any new problems." Lin Xi touched her belly, "They are not people we can afford to offend."
"Yeah." Amuro Toru sighed, "The rules are strict, real guns and live ammunition... We definitely can't afford to offend them."
Lin Xi looked at him.
How dare this guy say that?
"So we'd better..." She flipped her hand and conjured up several black masks, "put on these!"
"Mask?" Conan blinked. "To prevent being recognized? But Sister Lin, we've already run into them head-on."
"You don't understand this." Lin Xi stuffed the mask into his hand. "Sometimes you just have to find joy in hardship and give yourself a little bit of ritual to cover your ears and steal the bell."
Conan: “…”
He doesn't understand this sense of ritual.
Amuro Toru took the mask and smiled: "This will only make it more conspicuous."
A black mask...just like black sunglasses and a suit, it doesn't make you invisible, it just makes you turn heads.
Punch had done something similar before.
Thinking of the past, his face darkened again.
Fortunately, his face was dark, so others couldn't see anything.
"This is a preparation to avoid being discovered by that organization." Lin Xi said, "After all, that's the group..."
"Yes, that's the famous Minetoda Group," said Toru Amuro.
Lin Xi: “……?”
She blinked, and the blond man looked over at that moment.
The gray-blue eyes and the honey-colored eyes looked at each other, as if conveying some tacit code, but also as if saying nothing.
"What's wrong?" Amuro Toru smiled. "Such well-trained young men with guns can only be gangsters. And the only gang capable of staking out this area and deploying so many personnel is the Mineta Group. Miss Lin looks surprised?"
In an instant, Lin Xi connected everything.
She gritted her teeth secretly.
It turns out to be this guy!
What sufficient evidence? It’s all fake evidence made by this guy!
He knew long ago that Nishio Masaharu was killed by the organization, and he prepared the Minetoma Group to be the scapegoat. If anyone found out about this, he could also frame the Minetoma Group!
This is nothing. Ito Suehiko used detectives to find Nishio Masaharu, she used detectives to find Shimizu Reiko, and Bourbon used detectives to pin Nishio Masaharu's death on the Mineta clan...
The detective had done something wrong again.
"You..." She was about to speak when she heard the sound of an engine coming from the alley.
She stood up.
"Sister Lin, be careful!" Conan shouted.
Behind Lin Xi, several men in black rode motorcycles straight towards them. The leader smirked and raised his gun, aiming at Lin Xi.
Lin Xi rolled sideways to avoid the bullet shot at her.
"Run, they have guns!" Lin Xi shouted, picked up Conan and ran.
After running around all morning, she has gained a lot of experience.
Amuro Toru and Hattori Heiji exchanged a glance and said, "Run away from them separately!"
This is a place with a complex network of alleys, and running into the narrow alleys will help you escape from pursuers on motorcycles.
Lin Xi held Conan and ran into one of the alleys, while Amuro Toru and Hattori Heiji turned in another direction.
The leading man in black made a gesture, and the men in black behind him immediately turned the car around and drove towards another road.
These men in black are very familiar with the terrain here, and they want to outflank us!
Conan, who was held in Lin Xi's arms with his head resting on her shoulder, saw this scene and this thought flashed through his mind.
He yelled, "Sister Lin, run inside the building!"
Due to the terrain restrictions in the building, it was not very convenient for them to ride motorcycles.
Lin Xi glanced back and rushed into a nearby abandoned building with Conan.
A gunshot was heard behind him. Lin Xi protected Conan's head with one hand and dodged the bullet nimbly.
Although she didn't look back, it was as if she had eyes on her back, and she was able to dodge the guns shot at her by the men in black.
This is the body's instinctive reaction after upgrading skills.
She ran into the building and used the pillars in the abandoned building's lobby to dodge the attacks of the men in black.
During a break in the attack, Lin Xi took a breath, put Conan behind the pillar, and said, "Conan-kun, protect yourself!"
Then she stood up, picked up the remaining wooden materials from the building's renovation, and threw them hard at the man in black, while running in the opposite direction of Conan.
Conan, who was placed behind a pillar, gritted his teeth and said, "Damn it! Sister Lin..."
He observed the terrain and thought calmly.
On the other side, Lin Xi used her reconnaissance skills upgraded to Lv2 to dodge the continuous attacks.
The moment the man in black raised his hand, she could accurately calculate the trajectory and dodge effectively.
But for a semi-automatic pistol, such a dodging was still a bit too strenuous. Even though she dodged many bullets, some still grazed her body, leaving burning wounds.
Her skirt and shoes had long since gone from 99% new to completely damaged in the chase, and her denim jacket was also gray and covered in dust.
The bloodstains on her white skirt made her look even more disheveled.
"This is the new clothes I bought two days ago..."
She sighed, and as the man in black approached, she rushed out from behind the pillar, a dark golden scimitar emerging from her hands behind her back.
The man in black thought she had run out of tricks and raised his pistol with a grin.
Lin Xi looked at him and suddenly stopped.
She stood there, looking at the man in black holding a gun, and smiled brightly.
The man in black frowned.
"Hey," Lin Xi said, "how does the proverb go?"
"'In the world of science, as a villain, you have to be on guard against soccer balls that could be shot at you from any angle.'"
The scimitar disappeared silently in the hands behind his back.
The man in black heard a rapid sound of breaking through the air.
He turned his head in astonishment, and the last thing he saw was a football flying towards his head.
The football collided with the head with a loud bang, which made Lin Xi feel a pang of pain in his teeth.
Boy, you've picked the wrong person. This person is the King of Hell in the world of science.
His football is a weapon of causality, and it can hit whatever it points at in the world.
The man in black was knocked unconscious by the football and fell to the ground.
Conan, breathless, walked out from behind him.
"Sister Lin, are you okay?"
There were several tears in Lin Xi's skirt and several scars on her body, but they were all minor injuries and nothing serious. She just looked disheveled.
"It's okay. I'm just mourning."
"?" Conan thought Lin Xi was talking about the man in black who had fallen to the ground. "Sister Lin, I saw the angle and he just fainted."
"No, you misunderstood," Lin Xi sighed, "I'm mourning for old man Newton."
Conan: “?”
Sister Lin is saying strange things again.
They were walking together and just as they were about to go out, they saw two or three more motorcycles rushing into the building.
...It really is endless.
Lin Xi didn't have time to complain. He grabbed Conan, picked up the motorcycle of the man in black, jumped on it, stepped on the accelerator and rushed forward.
She lowered her head as bullets whizzed past her head.
.
On the other side, Toru Amuro and Heiji Hattori were also fighting with the men in black in the alley.
Amuro Toru narrowed his gray-blue eyes and used the surrounding buildings as cover to avoid the gunfire. Hattori Heiji, on the other hand, picked up a stick he had found from somewhere and panted behind a pillar.
"This won't work," Amuro Toru said, "You go to the right, and I'll go to the left."
"Okay!" Hattori Heiji didn't waste any words and rushed to the right.
Toru Amuro calmly went around from the left and before the man in black could react, he grabbed his wrist with one hand and pulled it back, and with the other hand pressed his shoulder down to disarm him; he then turned around and gave the other man in black two consecutive elbow strikes and a whirlwind kick, kicking him away.
Hattori Heiji swung a baseball bat and hit the arm of the man in black opposite him, causing him to retreat in pain.
His companion tutted, pulled out a gun and aimed at Hattori Heiji.
"Bang!"
“Ahhhhhhhhh!”
The gunshot rang out as he expected, but it was his own hand that started bleeding.
The gun in Amuro Toru's hand hit the hand holding the gun.
"Are you okay?" he asked Hattori Heiji, and knocked the screaming man unconscious with a punch.
"Ah, it's okay, just superficial injuries." Hattori Heiji rubbed his sore arm, "You have a gun?"
Amuro Toru smiled, "Mr. Hattori, detectives always need to learn some self-defense skills so that they can have the confidence when physical persuasion is necessary. Besides, I have a gun license."
"Ah, just call me Hattori..."
They walked up to the four fallen people and removed all the head coverings.
"Huh... so troublesome." Hattori Heiji complained.
"After all, he's the most famous Yakuza in Japan." Amuro Toru said calmly, stripping the black-clad man's clothes off, exposing his shoulders. "Look here."
"This is……"
He has a tattoo on his shoulder, which is an equilateral triangle with three vertical lines in the middle.
"The tattoo of the Fengtan Group!"
Hattori Heiji picked up his phone and took a picture of the tattoo.
They then checked the other people on the ground and found that they also had the same tattoo on their shoulders.
"This is troublesome." Hattori Heiji said, "Old-school Yakuza like them are not that easy to deal with."
Similar Yakuza organizations have close ties with Japanese politics and business circles. Their organizations are large and complex, making them difficult to eradicate.
"But..." He glanced at his phone, "This is part of the evidence that they committed a crime. And they're also involved with drugs. Sooner or later, they'll all be brought to justice!"
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