Chapter 16711679 [Innocent Passerby]
In short, although criminals and detectives are naturally hostile, they are now firmly tied to a plane that is about to crash, and Jiang Xia kindly replaced the position of "flying the plane", which is extremely dangerous for members of the organization. At this time, Hashimoto Maya actually had a little more appreciation for this detective.
At this time, another outlaw was completely unaware of the mutual support among criminals.
Kuroba Kaito left the cab and glanced back. After making sure that there was no one around, he raised his hand and fumbled with the cuff that Jiang Xia had touched just now.
I don’t know if it’s the result of years of knocking people, but this detective’s hand speed is actually not slower than a magician’s - the moment Jiang Xia stopped him, it seemed like something was stuffed in.
Kuroba Kaito found it quickly. It was a thin sheet like fog, folded together like an extremely thin piece of felt.
As soon as it was taken out, it gradually became fluffy, and soon expanded into a ball of smoke, which was gently held in the hand.
Kuroba Kaito was stunned: "What the hell is this?"
From the perspective of shape and color, it is very similar to the smoke from burning cigarettes. But the amazing thing is that this smoke can be touched and does not disperse.
"Forget it, let's get down to business first." Kuroba Kaito was full of questions, but he didn't have time to go back to the cockpit to ask. He folded the thing and stuffed it back into his sleeve, then walked quickly to the hatch, pressed the open button, and slammed the hatch open.
With a loud bang, the already tattered cabin door that had been hit was suddenly blown away by the wind. Strong winds rushed in, causing the plane to shake slightly.
Kuroba Kaito tore off his disguise and instantly changed into his own white suit. The cape behind him fluttered in the wind, and he breathed a sigh of relief: "My own clothes are still the most comfortable...!"
Before he could finish his words, another gust of air came, pulling at his cloak and blowing him out of the plane.
“…”
Kidd's eye twitched, and he struggled to maintain his balance, maintaining the calmness of a top thief: "...Well, it's also convenient to get off the plane. I don't have to find the time to jump out by myself."
He looked around as he muttered.
Seeing that there was no one in the air, or rather, no Mist Tengu, Kuroba Kaito felt disappointed but also relieved. Very good, the embarrassing scene of being dragged out of the plane was not seen by any spectators.
But the bad thing is that if the hang glider breaks down or is surrounded and beaten by the police, there will be no temporary accomplices who will drop from the sky to cover you.
"Did Mist Tengu go back to his hometown when he passed through Tokyo?" Kidd muttered, "I heard that monsters are very concerned about their territory. He has been in England for a while, so he must be eager to return home now."
Kidd, who was always trying to figure out the strange psychology of the monster, flipped over in the air, facing downwards. The cape on his back instantly unfolded, turning into a small triangular hang glider.
After getting away from the plane, without the chaotic air currents, Kidd regained his usual feeling of flying in the air. He raised his hand and pressed the lens of his monocular, quickly locking onto the police car on the shore that was blocking Kidd, and adjusted his direction to fly over.
…
The long line of police cars that were chasing "Kaito Kid" had now poured into a park and surrounded the fountain pool in the park.
Shinjo Isao, wearing the clothes of Kaito Kid, fled for a long time, but was finally forced onto the sculpture in the center of the fountain. He climbed to the top using his hands and feet, and then suddenly found that he could not come down.
Compared with a handsome appearance, life seems to be more important. Shinjo Gong had no choice but to shout: "I am not Kaito Kidd, I just wore his clothes to cosplay! Help! Put me down first!"
Inspector Megure, who came to help, looked up at the guy in white and said, "So he's just catching a thief... Fortunately, it's not a murder case."
"What do you mean by 'just'? Are you dissatisfied with my sacred work?" Inspector Nakamori snorted, then turned to glare at the guy on the sculpture, "If you're not a Phantom Thief, why are you running away!"
Xin Zhuanggong felt very aggrieved: "With so many police cars chasing us, who wouldn't run away?"
"Nonsense, ordinary citizens won't run away when they see the police!" Inspector Nakamori raised his hand and pointed confidently, "Admit it, you are Kidd!"
“…”
Inspector Megure looked up at the phantom thief, and could not see any trace of Kid in him - although the Investigation Division he was in usually had nothing to do with thieves, recently, a number of murders had occurred in the places where Kid had been, and Inspector Megure barely became familiar with this phantom thief.
The guy in front of him, who couldn't come down after climbing up high and had to ask the police for help, was very different from the Phantom Thief no matter how you looked at it.
At this time, Inspector Megure moved his peripheral vision and suddenly discovered something.
"Uh, Nakamori." He interrupted his colleague who was interrogating the "Kaito Kidd" on the shelf, raised his chubby finger and pointed to the sky, "Look what that is."
Inspector Nakamori glanced casually and saw a man in white clothes flying in the night sky with a hang glider on his back. He sneered disdainfully: "Do I even need to ask? It must be Kidd."
Mumu Police Department: "..."
Zhongshan Police Department: "..."
After staring at each other for a moment, Inspector Nakamori suddenly came to his senses, "Kid?!...Who is that person on the sculpture?!"
The fake Phantom Thief looked up at the real Phantom Thief who helped him clear his suspicion, and said with a touched look: "Of course I am just a fan pretending to be Kidd."
Inspector Megure: “…” Are you really a fan? You even wear your monocle upside down.
Originally, Inspector Megure thought that the efficiency of the Investigation Division 1 was low. But now seeing this colleague, he straightened his back silently, with a little more confidence and emboldened.
Inspector Nakamori does have his strengths: he sticks to his target and never gives up.
He waved his hand and said, "Let's go and catch the real Kidd!"
…
The string of police cars that had originally stopped started to line up again and drove towards the new target in the sky.
On the road, police cars raced after the figure in the sky, their red and blue lights linked together like a striking guideline. They honked at the vehicles ahead.
Curacao pushed up his glasses and glanced at the group of policemen behind him in the rearview mirror.
Her instinct as an organization cadre almost made her step on the accelerator and drive away. But she quickly reacted and forced herself to hold back with her high heels hanging on the accelerator.
In the end, Curacao just turned the steering wheel, slowly pulled the car to the side of the road like a novice driver, and stopped.
Then she watched the police car pass by her car quickly, and she didn't forget to look around curiously after the police car left.
After the police car drove away completely, Curacao sat back in his seat and regained his calm expression.
She followed the direction the police car was moving, looked out the window, and saw a striking white dot floating in the sky.
(End of this chapter)
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