Conan's kendo master

A bomb was installed at the Imagawa clothing store, and Tomori Zongmao almost confessed there. If anyone wants to find a dead ghost to put the bomber on the tank, Tomori Zongmao is the first to refuse.

"You kid, who on earth are you? Didn't you see that the case is being handled here? You dare to speak up here!" President Ueda couldn't help but yelled at this guy who had repeatedly targeted him, wishing to take it. Raw torn.

"He called Hu Shou Zongmao, he was a detective." Officer Mumu replied for Hu Shou Zongmao.

Detectives have a high status in this Conan world, so that sometimes Police Officer Mumu sees some detectives, such as Moori Kogoro, or Moori Kogoro, or Moori Kogoro and the like. Although they are dissatisfied, but They had to wander around the crime scene.

President Ueda obviously knew this too, so his aura also vented, and he could only say sternly: "No hair on his lips is not strong enough to do things, what can such a small detective do?"

Hushou Zongmao rolled his eyes and thought, "Have you never seen Conan? When you meet the seven-year-old detective, you will BB with me again.'

But this sentence, Toshou Zongmao couldn't say it, and he had something else to say.

"Although ability has a certain relationship with age, there are always some special existences in this world. They can do things that ordinary people can't do. It just so happens that I am one of them." Hushou Zongmao shook his head Said: "Yes, and I am not a detective."

Now it was President Ueda's turn to feel dull.

'Aren't you a detective? Are you talking about it here?'

He glared at Officer Mu unkindly, as if you dare to fool me?

Officer Mumu was also taken aback. In his eyes, Tomomo Zongmao is a very capable detective. He never thought that Tomomo Zongmao would refuse to call himself a detective. You must know about Kudo Shinichi. When I was a detective, my nose would be upside-down and I couldn't pull it.

Detective is not a profession that you can claim to be.

"I'm a swordsman, I just don't want to see someone dying unexplainably." Touching the bamboo knife on his waist, Tomori Zongmao declared his identity.

"Swordsman..." Officer Mumu suddenly understood why Hushou Zongmao didn't want to call himself a detective.

The son of Juggernaut, he naturally has his own pride.

"Swordsman?"

Officer Megome didn't know if it was an illusion. He always felt that President Ueda was more afraid of swordsmen than detectives.

If President Ueda knew what Police Officer Megome thought, he would definitely curse nonsense.

For some special reasons, for the upper class in Tokyo, swordsmen are indeed more important than detectives.

And it's more important.

"Then Toshou-kun, let alone a swordsman or a detective, why can you be sure that Secretary Shimo is not targeting the prisoners of the Imagawa clothing store?"

After a long silence, Officer Mumu brought the topic back to the right track.

"Because of that sentence, it left indelible scars on the body." Hushou Zongmao replied.

"Scars?"

Not only Police Officer Megome, but President Ueda is also puzzled.

If the enemy is regarded as a commercial street, then it is obviously not enough to blow up an Imagawa clothing store. It is not an indelible scar.

"From the very beginning, Secretary Shimo's purpose was not to kill, but to leave indelible scars on the 30-year-old enemy, President Ueda."

"Wait, I am almost 70 years old this year."

President Ueda waved his hand. Even though Tomori Zongshigeru said that Secretary Shimono was Uesugi at the time, he still did not connect himself with the enemy, because the fax stated clearly that the 30-year-old enemy, and he Ueda , It's 70 years old in half a year.

"The 30-year-old enemy does not mean that his enemy is 30 years old, nor is it 30 years since the building was built, but the person who has been his enemy for 30 years." Shaking his hands. Tomori Zongmao continued: “Because you preconceived that the person who sent the fax was an explosive, you never considered this. Instead, you preconceived that the commercial street was the target, and the Imagawa clothing store happened to happen. The explosion has completely led your thinking to a misunderstanding. The indelible scars mentioned on the fax refer to this floppy disk in my hand."

President Ueda's face suddenly turned pale.

"If there is no accident, two hours later, the activities in the commercial street will be broadcast live on Japanese TV Station, and at that time, Secretary Shimono will publish the contents of the floppy disk in my hand on the big screen of the venue!"

Hushou Zongmao's voice was sonorous and powerful, and he kept walking around the beams. As soon as he finished speaking, Hushou Zongmao suddenly felt a sense of refreshment in his heart.

He suddenly understood why those detectives were so pushy.

This is really cool.

"You mean..."

Officer Megome also seemed to have thought of something, and looked at Zongmao Toshou with questioning eyes.

"Yes, if I didn't guess wrong, the floppy disk in my hand should be President Ueda, or Ueda Group, the evidence of crimes over the years."

'This is indeed an indelible scar for President Ueda.'

Suddenly a trace of enlightenment rose in Officer Mumu's heart.

The inexplicable paragraph on the fax finally has an explanation.

"It's over." President Ueda sat down on the sofa in despair.

He knew that when the police knew what was in the floppy disk, he would have no chance at all.

He Ueda, his status in Tokyo is very high. Under normal circumstances, few in the Tokyo Metropolitan Police Department dare to provoke him.

But that is normal. Once the evidence is conclusive, then the few dumbfounders in the Metropolitan Police Department who have looked at him for a long time are very upset. His words are useless at all.

It just so happened that the police officer Mumu in front of him was the subordinate of those Erzhezi, the Erzhezi of the Erzhezi.

Only admit reason, not affection.

The evidence fell into his hands, and it really was nothing.

"But I have one more question." Although he finished his reasoning, Tomori Zongshige looked at President Ueda and asked.

"What's the problem?" President Ueda glanced at Tomori Zongmao with all thoughts. He already knew that he was finished, so he didn't care much about Tomori Zongmao. He could even ask him if he had any questions. .

"You obviously don't know that Secretary Shimo is the one who sent the fax, why do you know that Secretary Shimo has evidence that can harm you?"

As soon as the voice fell, President Ueda's face changed drastically.

"This matter ends here. I will hold a press conference on behalf of the Ueda Group to admit our crimes over the years and admit that I am the murderer who killed Shimo."

At this moment, President Ueda seemed to have changed back to the big figure who pointed the country, full of momentum.

Tomoro Zongmao's pupils shrank slightly.

President Ueda’s actions actually revealed a lot.

He wanted a person to bear all the guilt, even if he would sacrifice his life.

But before Hushou Zongmao raised his question, he was so desperate as a salted fish, as if he didn't care about anything anymore.

This means that he is quite afraid of the person or organization who told him the floppy disk information in the hands of Secretary Shimo.

He was so jealous that he had to stand up and fight everything against himself.

And while doing this, he couldn't reveal the existence of that organization.

Otherwise, not only him, but anyone he cares about will have accidents.

'This organization is mysterious and very powerful.'

This is the first impression of the mysterious force of Tomomori Zongmao.

At the same time, among the crowd in the commercial street, a man in black walked into the shadows, holding a big brother in his hand.

"President, I failed. The organization said that the women's clothing metamorphosis who treated it as a big man took the floppy disk before me.

The hands of the man in black were sweaty, and he was obviously afraid of being held accountable for his poor work.

"Sword Saint Liu Sheng's son... he is indeed a trouble, the sword saint himself is nothing, but the sword saint Liu Sheng is a special one, even if it is the boss, it is not easy to offend her." The other end of the phone was silent, obviously Thinking about something, a few seconds later, the phone said again: "Although Sword Saint Yanagi is very troublesome, since the floppy disk contains the record of Ueda's transaction with us, we have to..."

"Let that kid disappear from this world."