Chapter 2897 2909 [Hatless Vodka]
Conan: "..." If I'm not mistaken, the diameter of Vodka's cap seems to be slightly larger than before, and there's something bulging inside.
"Could it be some smuggled goods?" Conan wondered, "Or maybe they need the tools for this mission? These two people definitely wouldn't be so idle as to run around in the wilderness. They must have some sinister purpose!"
On the other side, Calvados also looked over in confusion: Why is Vodka so slow in taking off his hat? Did this guy really hide something in his hat?
Under the expectant or wary gazes of the two men, Vodka took off his hat.
…Then patches of hard hair appeared.
"Uh..." The young police officer looked at his head, a little shocked, "You, you put a lot of hairspray on it."
Vodka had no time to pay attention to him as he was carefully removing the hair that was stuck to his hat.
After making sure that there was no hair left, he handed the hat to the policeman and made an excuse for his strange behavior: "I've been losing some hair recently, so applying this will make my hair look thicker."
Young police officer: "..." Really? Really? This is the first time I've heard such a statement.
However, he shouldn't talk too much about the personal hobbies of citizens. So he didn't ask the hairspray lover any more questions, but just took the vodka cap and poured it out.
With a clang, two arc-shaped special steel plates fell out.
Conan: “…”
Calvados: “…”
"This..." The young police officer tapped them in confusion, "Why did you put a steel plate in your hat? Is it also because of hair loss?"
Suddenly, he seemed to remember something, and his eyes gradually became suspicious: "Come to think of it, the deceased was killed by a bullet through the forehead. Did you know that something like this would happen today?!"
Vodka: “…”
He had been jumping back and forth between many excuses such as "exercising the neck", "having a headache and can't be exposed to the wind", "lacking gold in the five elements", etc. But when he heard the police officer's words, he suddenly realized that he must not use such perfunctory excuses, otherwise it would only make the original suspicion worse.
With his mind racing, Vodka took a deep breath and said helplessly, "I heard that there have been many shootings in Osaka recently, and I'm a detective assistant who is easily hated. After the shooting yesterday, I became more and more scared, so I prepared these things overnight, hoping to provide some protection."
"Ah." As an Osaka police officer, the young police officer couldn't help but feel a little embarrassed when he heard this. He scratched his head and said, "I'm so sorry. We must solve the case as soon as possible and maintain stability and order here!"
Vodka successfully turned the tables. He suppressed the sinister smile on his lower lip, said a few polite words, and then asked: "Is there anything else you want to search? I will cooperate."
The young police officer shook his head repeatedly: "No more, I'll go check the next gentleman."
Successfully weathered the storm.
Vodka thought of his wonderful performance just now and couldn't help looking at Calvados next to him: See, defeating the police with the police's self-esteem, this is the correct way to survive on the stage.
However, at first glance, Calvados just stared at the two pieces of steel plates with a look that was even more complicated than before.
After a moment, the sniper, with a disdainful expression, quietly retreated two steps further away.
Vodka: “……?”
Asshole! What are you disdainful of? ?
"...Forget it, I won't bother with this ignorant guy." Vodka snorted in his heart and muttered secretly, "When he gets beaten up by Uzo someday, he will know how wise my choice and decision are."
When the two organization cadres had an unpleasant eye contact.
In the bushes in the distance.
Conan pressed the button on his glasses to magnify the scene in front of him.
He was almost observing the two steel plates by sticking close to them, but looking left and right, there didn't seem to be anything special about them.
"Is this really just used to block bullets?" Conan couldn't help but think of this possibility, and then shook his head:
"Even if that's true, there must be a deeper meaning behind it. What the young police officer said just now was right - Vodka prepared a steel plate to block the head, but the deceased died from a gunshot wound between the eyebrows... This is too coincidental, things must not be as simple as they seem."
Conan wanted to find out the purpose of the two people in front of him immediately, but Vodka was always watching him tonight, and he didn't dare to take any further action and expose himself.
After hesitating for a moment, Conan temporarily retreated back into the depths of the bushes, ready to observe before making a decision.
Up ahead, after the young police officer checked the vodka, he went to check Calvados’ luggage.
Again, nothing was found, but for some reason, the expression of the person being examined looked a little scary.
Vodka quickly tried to smooth things over: "He just looks a little fierce, but he's actually a very nice person. You'll understand once you get to know him better."
Calvados' eyes jumped fiercely: "..." Familiar? Why would he, a cadre of the Black Organization, be familiar with this group of policemen? Was this idiot cursing him because of what happened just now?
It was difficult to say anything in front of the police, so he could only look at Vodka deeply and remember this grudge.
Vodka suddenly felt a chill on his back as if an electric shock had occurred. He looked around and wrapped his coat tightly around him cautiously.
…
"I don't know how Kudo is doing."
Under the big tree in the backyard, Hattori Heiji observed the weapon on the tree and jumped back to the ground.
He patted his hands that were stained with mud and rain, glanced in the direction of the others from a distance, and muttered to himself: "Since there has been no commotion until now, I'm afraid they haven't found anything useful... Alas, these two men in black are far more cunning than we expected."
Just as I was thinking about it, a voice suddenly came from the side: "Are you and Conan hiding something from me?"
Hattori Heiji: "!!"
He came back to his senses with a start, turned to look at Jiang Xia, and laughed: "No! What could be the problem? - Oh, by the way, don't you find it strange?"
Hattori Heiji changed the subject and talked to him about something else: "The fishing line that Uncle Otaki pulled up and the sniper rifle are both covered with mud. But theoretically, the rain in the evening should have washed away all the mud, so where did all the mud come from?"
Jiang Xia answered every question: "The fishing line slipped and was pulled by the lead weight, and it got stuck when it slid."
Hattori Heiji: "..."
Hattori Heiji: "?!!"
After all, he is a famous detective with real talent and knowledge. Although he was confused when he first heard this sentence, soon, after combining the cause and effect, Hattori Heiji suddenly understood what Jiang Xia was saying.
(End of this chapter)
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