I'm making soy sauce in the detective world

The next day, a few people finished their lunch and took the Shinkansen to Osaka.

Heiji's father, Hattori Heizo, is a predecessor in the police circle and a solid boss, and Uncle Maori dare not slack off.

In the morning, he deliberately cleaned up his appearance and sprayed on some cologne.

The process on the Shinkansen was boring. Uncle Maori started to read the newspaper carefully as soon as he got on the bus.

Xiaolan could also sit still, just sitting on her seat and looking out the window through the window, she had already seen the tall buildings for an unknown period of time.

Suddenly, Conan, who was sitting in his seat, jumped out of his seat, and temporarily left with the excuse of urinating.

Thinking of Heiji's actions, Conan was also quite speechless. After Uncle Maori hung up yesterday, Heiji called him.

"Eh, Kudo, you remember to come early tomorrow to see my Kendo finals, I will show you my heroism on the field!"

He was about to fall asleep last night, so he made another call.

"My game is at the Naniwa Central Gymnasium. After exiting Shin-Osaka Station, take the bus to Tojiri for seven stops. If you are unsure, you can ask the bus driver."

He could only squint his eyes halfway, and hung up the call after a nonchalant answer.

Thinking of this, Conan felt a little helpless. He was not a child. He just wanted to sleep in the car, but now he just called the car again.

Looking at Conan's back, Koyo shrugged, and he heard what Heiji said yesterday.

Heiji also called him, saying that he wanted to show him what is called real kendo and the ultimate cooking of his mother Chibo Jinghua.

Had it not been for this dish, he would not bother to go to Osaka again.

The Shinkansen has just left the platform, and it will be almost two o'clock in the afternoon after arriving in Osaka.

Thinking of sitting on the boring Shinkansen for a few hours, Koyo felt a little bit stiff in his body.

Uncle Maori also found himself a way to deal with time. He deliberately did not buy that kind of news newspaper, but a horse racing newspaper.

This way he can study which horse to bet on next while killing time.

"Well, let's bet on this horse next time, hoping to win back the money for playing mahjong."

Uncle Maori looked at the newspaper carefully and murmured.

It was almost two o'clock in the afternoon, Guangyou and his party finally arrived at the Langhua Central Stadium where the competition was held.

As soon as he reached the door, Xiao Lan with sharp eyes found Heye who was looking around from the crowd.

"He Ye! Let's come and cheer!"

He Ye ran in front of Xiao Lan, somewhat delighted.

"Have your Kendo Club made it to the final?"

Speaking of the competition, He Ye was a little embarrassed: "Actually, the final will be held later, but I can't find the guy Pingci now."

"I think he must be investigating the murder that just happened."

"Murder?"

Conan raised his eyebrows and his interest came straight up.

"What murder?"

"I don't know the specifics. You have to ask Officer Otaki who is in charge of this case."

Under Heye's leadership, Conan went to the Otaki police officer to understand the case.

Guangyou separated from the three first with the reason of going to the game first.

After the separation, Guangyou went directly to Heiji.

Came to the equipment room used for placing equipment in the second gymnasium.

Before entering, he heard Heiji's reasoning.

"It's useless. Even if you do this, the police won't think this is the first scene, Mr. Otegawa, your method is useless."

"It seems that you were killed in the locker room next to the swimming pool."

In fact, Guangyou doesn't understand it either. Maybe it's because of different thinking. Why must I explain my reasoning process?

If yes, first subdue it and then consider whether the reasoning process is better.

Perhaps this is self-confidence.

Heiji's fighting skills are better than Conan, he is good at kendo, and he has certain self-defense ability. He can do this and Kosuke can understand.

If Conan had no football or anything to play around, he would have been cold if he encountered a more vicious prisoner.

In other words, why does Conan have something to play around every time?

Is this the so-called protagonist halo?

hiss!

Guangyou shuddered at the thought of this.

The protagonist halo is so terrifying!

After a while, the reasoning inside was pushed halfway.

Guangyou looked around and found a wooden stick in the corner outside.

As for why he found a stick, he didn't know.

"Could it be that I also rubbed Conan's protagonist halo?"

Thinking of this, Guangyou picked up the wooden stick, walked into the equipment room quietly, and gave the man a blow.

The man turned his head, looked at Guangyou strugglingly, and fell unwillingly.

"Why are you here? And what are you doing?"

Pingci's reasoning was halfway through, and he saw Guangyou fainting his audience, feeling aggrieved in his heart.

"His hand was placed next to the knife. I seemed to want to resist, so I fainted."

Kosuke directly fooled the past with reasons that Heiji could not refuse.

Heiji looked at Koyo's expression that I was kind to you, and didn't know what to say.

"Then I reasoned to tell who, I finally caught the prisoner in one step before that guy Kudo."

Heiji has a feeling that you make him retract halfway through the toilet.

Extremely frustrated!

"Push your shit ball!"

Kosuke showed a disgusting expression: "It's almost the final. You're still reasoning here. The prisoner is lying on the ground now, and it will be handed over to Officer Otaki later. Don't you want to get along with Chief Okita. Is it a duel?"

"Yes."

Nodded in peace, "All right, then I'm going to the game."

After speaking, he left the equipment room.

After leaving the equipment room, he pondered on the road: "Why do I always feel that something is wrong?"

Guangyou, who was in the equipment room, glanced at the prisoner who was lying on the ground, and kicked him.

Seeing that he didn't respond, Guangyou nodded in satisfaction.

Turned around, picked up the wooden stick and walked out of the equipment room.

After notifying Officer Otaki, Kosuke went to the game site.

I ran into Conan on the road. After talking to Conan, he followed Guangyou to the game.

When Guangyou first arrived at the stadium, Heiji had put on a full set of protective gear and stood on the stage.

"Come on, Heiji!"

He Ye's face was flushed, and he vigorously added oil to Pingji on the stage.

Chi Bo Jinghua also came to the scene. When he saw Heiji on the stage, there was no obvious expression on his face.

But there was still a little pride in his eyes.

The seats in the stadium were already full, so Guangyou and the others could only watch them in the players' preparation area.

The view is quite good, and this can be counted as another form of VIP seat.

The reformed academy, that is, the school where Heiji is studying, has quite high morale, and obviously has great confidence in Heiji.

And the morale of the Kyoto Senshin High School where Okita Souji, who was facing Heiji, was studying was not bad.

Before the battle started, the people below looked at each other, compared with morale.

Compared with the smell of gunpowder off the stage, the stage was much calmer.

Heiji moved his lower body last, and the voice came out clearly through the mask.

"This time, I won't keep my hands."