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In a luxurious residence in Kyoto, Achikuro Kenichi, a local architectural entrepreneur, stood at the entrance, looking at the cherry blossoms in full bloom in the garden. His eyes held a hint of nostalgia, as if he had returned to a few years ago, when his wife was still alive. She always liked to sit here, looking at the garden scenery.
"Tsukimiso, I've already destroyed that extra card. The last piece of evidence you left behind has disappeared. No one can ever again investigate that Namerokujishi was killed by you."
Achikuro Kenichi muttered softly, "...Kajima Hisami, who detected the problem, is also dead. Next, I just need to kill Haieji Fujio, and this matter will be over. It will be perfectly flawless. There cannot be any stain on you."
At this moment, a man's voice came from behind Achikuro Kenichi: "So that's how it is. You went to the building of the Nissuri TV Station just to destroy the evidence of your wife's crime."
Achikuro Kenichi was startled, then quickly turned his head, seeing a man in black appear at some unknown time. That person wore black clothes and a black top hat. He had a pair of foreign features, and his expression was cold and stern. "Who are you?!"
"Who I am isn't important. What's important is, I suggest you sit down obediently." Achikuro Kenichi obediently sat down opposite the man.
It was mainly the silenced pistol in the other party's hand, as well as his terrifying aura, that made Achikuro Kenichi not dare to make any resistance. "Are you here to kill me?" Achikuro Kenichi asked with a grim face.
"That's right."
"Why? Is it for the people in the Nissuri TV Station?" Achikuro Kenichi found it inconceivable. From the temperament of this man in black, he didn't look like a good person at all. Did he really have such a strong sense of justice that he would seek revenge for those innocent people?
"Heh, other people's lives and deaths don't concern me, but coincidentally, there's someone in that building that I care about. You can only blame your bad luck."
"Although you might not be arrested, you'll eventually be exposed and caught by the police. But I truly dare not believe in the laws of Japan."
"Your foolish assassin methods left too many flaws. It's simply impossible to investigate. Using explosives to blow up a building? To destroy a spare card? How could anyone do such a thing? You could have just set a fire." Fujiwara Tetsu couldn't help but complain.
Destroying one card required such a huge commotion? Setting a fire would have been simpler and easier. If the large number of explosives could not be detected by the Japanese police, then the Japanese National Assembly building and the Imperial Palace would probably all be blown up.
"Wait, wait!" Achikuro Kenichi saw Fujiwara Tetsu's hand move. He reflexively pointed, wanting to stop Fujiwara Tetsu.
"Thump—" With a sound, a 9MM bullet precisely pierced Achikuro Kenichi's forehead. His words unspoken, his body fell backward, and his corpse slumped onto the sofa.
Fujiwara Tetsu put away his pistol, rising as if nothing had happened: "I'm not interested in listening to your deep emotional outpourings. Death is your only destination."
"Thank me. This way, you can reunite with your wife in hell." Fujiwara Tetsu sneered, then swaggered out.
One street away from Achikuro Kenichi's residence, Conan was sitting on the back seat of Hattori Heiji's motorcycle, urging him on: "Hattori, go faster! Achikuro Kenichi will definitely die tonight."
"I'm fast enough, Kudo! Do you want us to end up dying on the street like the ghost fire kid?!" Hattori Heiji cursed.
After a moment. "Squeak~~~~" Hattori Heiji's motorcycle skidded, its tires rubbing against the ground with a harsh sound, emitting plumes of white smoke.
Just in front of the motorcycle, at the main gate of Achikuro Kenichi's residence, a man in black happened to walk out. "It's you!! Marcoldini!" Conan's pupils suddenly constricted. He instantly recognized him. This person was the member of the Black Organization who had captured him back then.
Conan quickly jumped from the back seat of the motorcycle. He then leaped down, pressed a switch on his shoe, and simultaneously ejected five soccer balls from his waist pouch. He stomped fiercely, kicking a soccer ball with enough force that even the national soccer team players of East Asia would not be able to replicate it even if they ate ten sea cucumbers. The soccer ball, like thunder and lightning, violently flew towards Fujiwara Tetsu.
Upon seeing the flying soccer ball, Fujiwara Tetsu merely raised his left hand, which was gloved in leather, and pressed it onto the soccer ball. The soccer ball spun wildly, rubbing harshly against the leather glove, but that powerful kick, heavy enough to sink a foot, was easily blocked by Fujiwara Tetsu.
Conan's eyes widened. Is this guy Casillas, the Spanish goalkeeper?! His reaction speed is too fast!
"Kudo, I'm coming to help you!" Hattori Heiji leaped high. He picked up a wooden stick from somewhere. It was a unique sword technique. He was pretending to be a member of the Black Organization.
But jumping halfway, Hattori Heiji's face contorted in surprise. He moved unnaturally in mid-air, twisted his waist, and without caring whether it was actually twisted, he fell to the ground from mid-air. Fujiwara Tetsu took out his pistol from his bosom and aimed it directly at him. Within seven steps, the gun was both fast and accurate. Hattori Heiji could probably only dodge within this distance by relying on his eyes and instincts.
Seeing that his kick missed, and that both he and Hattori Heiji were being targeted, Conan gritted his teeth, but dared not act rashly.
"Shinichi Kudo, the last lesson wasn't enough, you're still so rash." Fujiwara Tetsu was displeased. This brat was quite fast.
Since you've made me unhappy, I can only make your mother pay for it next. He immediately decided to inflict an irreversible injury on himself through Conan, to repay his grudges stemming from Conan.
"Kudo, is this guy the one who made you small (cjec)?" Hattori Heiji faced the gun barrel. Although he was a bit startled, he still managed to remain calm.
"It's not him, but he is a member of that organization." Conan looked left and right, searching for a way to break the situation. Although he was resourceful, he seemed to be at a complete disadvantage against the opponent.
"Heh, well, the target's already dead anyway, and I don't have time to chat with you here." Fujiwara Tetsu said coldly.
Conan's expression froze. He whispered, "Achikuro Kenichi was also killed by you, why did you kill him?"
"He did something that displeased the organization, so he could only die. Shinichi Kudo, you're useless to me for now, so I won't kill you. But if you dare to continue jumping around like this, I don't mind sending you to hell."
Fujiwara Tetsu's voice remained cold and aloof. His gaze, sharp as a knife, turned back to Hattori Heiji, and he sneered, "...Hattori Heiji, I know about the dirty secrets your Osaka police hide."
"Why do you have to get involved in this muddy water with Shinichi Kudo? Don't you know you'll be completely ensnared by him?"
"Now, your father, Hattori Heizo, and your mother, Hattori Shizuka, will also enter the organization's sights. Don't think that just by changing your location, you can guarantee their safety. The organization has never cared about the identity or status of those they want dead." Fujiwara Tetsu slowly retracted his pistol into his bosom. He turned around, his back to the two of them, and said, "Oh, right, Shinichi Kudo, let me give you a hint: the person who made you small is named 'Gin'."
"He habitually drives a Porsche 356A. He's been active in Tokyo recently. Such old-fashioned cars are rare. If you see that car, perhaps you can go meet Gin." Fujiwara Tetsu finished speaking, then strode away.
"Wait!"
"Boom~~~~~" Just as Conan was about to chase, a loud explosion swallowed Achikuro Kenichi's residence. The power of the explosion was exactly the same as the previous Nissuri TV Station.
A huge shockwave sent Conan and Hattori Heiji flying, and also caused them to lose Fujiwara Tetsu's trace.
"Cough cough... cough cough..." Conan crawled up from the smoke-filled ground. He looked ahead, but there was no sign of Fujiwara Tetsu.
"That guy probably used Achikuro Kenichi's explosives on himself." Hattori Heiji also crawled up.
Conan hesitated, then said to Hattori Heiji, "Sorry, Hattori. I dragged you into this."
"Hahaha, Kudo, what are you talking about? It's fine!" Hattori Heiji laughed heartily and patted Conan's shoulder. But his expression held no trace of a smile.
That organization can make Kudo Shinichi small. The power behind them must be immense.
And they're so brazenly killing people. This makes Hattori Heiji worry about his father and mother's safety.
"Porsche 356A. This model is indeed rare now, but I still need to tell you this." Hattori Heiji muttered, stroking his chin.
Conan said, "That organization also has factions within it. I'm afraid that Macodini wanted to use my hand to get rid of Gin." But even though he knew this, Conan had no choice but to act according to the other party's intentions. Especially after he knew that the person who made him small was called 'Gin.'
"Hey, let's call the police first, Kudo." Hattori Heiji looked at Achikuro Kenichi's residence, now a pile of ruins, and sighed helplessly. Conan agreed with his words.
Have they solved the case? They had solved it, at least they knew that Achikuro Kenichi and his secretary were the culprits behind this bombing case. However, the killer was not subjected to legal sanctions; instead, the victims watched him brazenly leave.
"Hattori, I need to investigate what exactly Achikuro Kenichi's relationship with that organization is." Conan still had something to say. That was the girl he met in the hospital. He felt she was too mysterious and also needed to be investigated. He had a premonition that girl might be the key to everything.
Not long after, sirens blared. A large number of Kyoto police arrived at the crime scene and began to collect evidence.
After killing the person, Fujiwara Tetsu did not return home. Instead, he accepted an invitation and went to the ĹŚoka family residence.