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Chapter 164 Heiji Hattori is going to tell his father!
"Luckily, as we were quietly finishing our meal, the crows got bored and flew away on their own... Achoo!"
Conan sneezed loudly, fanning himself with his hand, still feeling a lingering feathery smell on him: "If they take the opportunity to cause trouble, we'll have no choice but to run away in a panic."
Especially since several crows happened to step on the questionnaire he had filled out all night. He could certainly fill it out again, but a child's energy is ultimately limited! Moreover...
Conan blew his nose and glanced at the unsuspecting Haruya Kuromon: He had suddenly come up with a solution while using the restroom, and when he came to his senses, he had been sitting on the floor in just a thin shirt for an hour, which had worsened his cold.
Telling Kuromon would definitely get me scolded. Anyway, it's just a minor cold, I'll just tough it out!
“This is the first time I’ve ever seen such a spectacular sight. In the past, I’ve only ever called a few at a time.” Moving the plate from his right hand to his left, Kuromon Haruya placed the back of his hand against Conan’s forehead: “It’s a bit hot. Shinichi, you should take your temperature later.”
"I'm fine, I feel much better than before."
"Really? Don't be stubborn..."
"..." Walking to the side, the dark brown, dead fish-like eyes glanced at the two who were completely ignoring him, and he crossed his arms in dissatisfaction, saying, "Don't worry, bro. A real man can't take a cold! Besides, I brought some special medicine, I can give some to Shinichi later!"
"That's right! Just like Hattori said... Huh?"
Oh no, I got so used to being called by Kuromon that I forgot Hattori was right next to me!
Hattori grinned crookedly and repeated earnestly in a strange Osaka accent, "What's wrong, Shin~ichi~?"
"Haha, I'm just a little surprised!"
Facing the questioning with a smile, Conan was especially grateful for the nickname excuse that Kuromon had come up with through a slip of the tongue: "Hattori, brother, you can call me by my nickname if you want."
"nickname?"
Haruya Kuromon stepped forward to patch things up: "Conan is Shinichi Kudo's cousin. We call him Shinichi to keep our idol's name from becoming arrogant and complacent."
"Mmm!" Conan responded in a childish voice, striking a Kamen Rider pose and loudly announcing, "Shinichi-nii is the strongest detective, second only to Sherlock Holmes!"
"I miss my camera so much," was the only thought on Kuromon Haruya's mind at that moment.
Hattori Heiji blinked, embarrassed by his unrealistic speculation: That's true, how could a high school detective who has been missing for a long time turn into an elementary school student? It's more likely that he'll be involved in the case or face retaliation from the perpetrator's family!
"Achoo!" The elementary school student who was involved in all three things sneezed again.
Back in the lobby on the first floor, the three people who had to leave the room peeked out with a hint of trepidation.
The Sherlock Holmes enthusiasts in the restaurant were getting along peacefully, the sound of the waves by the window slightly masking the commotion, and it seemed that no one had noticed the "gathering" that had just taken place upstairs.
They let out a soft sigh, exchanged glances, and then casually joined the discussion.
...
"...Conan, are you feeling any better? Would you like something to eat?"
Concerned whispers echoed from all directions, and a wave of nausea spread from his forehead to his chin. Conan struggled to sit up and opened his eyes, only to feel the world spinning around him.
Huh? What happened? I feel so uncomfortable and in so much pain all over my body...
Recalling his experience before losing consciousness, he remembered the incident: 'That Hattori guy was definitely up to no good. He kept saying something like, "I have some miracle cures in my room, the effects are much more exciting than Sherlock Holmes," and then he forced liquor down my throat...'
'I remember choking several times before I could react; was I drunk afterward?'
A pair of green eyes, brimming with concern, came very close to his nose. The burning heat traveled to his forehead, and Kuromon Haruya, unusually, frowned, his usually kind but now dark expression deepening.
"Can you hear me? If you're feeling very unwell, I'll drive you to the hospital right now."
"I still feel a bit nauseous, but I drank a glass of milk beforehand, so I didn't absorb much alcohol."
"You have a high fever right now, you should rest well. I'll go get you a glass of water."
As they watched Kuromon Haruya walk away into the distance with a heavy atmosphere, everyone around them finally breathed a sigh of relief.
"Whoo~"
In the spacious living room, the members of the Phantom Troupe, scattered in various locations, had gathered around the small sofa in the corner, peeking out from behind Conan like stars around the moon. They all breathed a sigh of relief when they saw that he was safe and sound, and then gradually dispersed.
Meanwhile, the culprit behind all the chaos, Hattori Heiji, with a large, dark red bump on his head, sat obediently on the sofa, one hand supporting his face.
"Pfft, Hattori, what kind of look is that?!" Conan chuckled with a smirk.
"That brat, he gets cocky as soon as someone's backing him up!" Hattori Heiji's lips twitched, and he clenched his fist, but feeling the throbbing bump on his head, he silently relaxed it.
That guy, who looked gentle and mild-mannered on the surface, had an incredibly strong grip! With his years of hard-earned swordsmanship, if he hadn't been holding a drunk and unconscious kid in his arms and couldn't easily dodge, he definitely wouldn't have been able to take that swift and fierce blow head-on!
While trying to save face for himself, Hattori Heiji secretly resented: even his father had never hit him on the head like that since high school!
"Waiting like this isn't going to work. The boss hasn't shown up yet, let's just go back to sleep!" Ms. Oki, one of the couple, pushed up her chair and complained wearily.
After she reminded him, Conan noticed the time: 3:43 AM.
“Let’s wait a bit longer. Maybe the boss is just testing our passion for Sherlock Holmes?” Toyo grabbed his girlfriend’s arm and pointed out the window. “Look, it’s a rare opportunity to admire the night sky like this… Strange, is the boss planning to drive away?”
Following the direction, in the clearing near the cliff behind the hotel, a jeep with its back to the window was slowly moving along the road at 4 km/h. The interior of the vehicle was dimly lit, but judging from the distinctive detective's attire, it was definitely the owner!
"Look, the reasoning quiz is finally about to begin."
Toyo's confident explanation brought a smile to Ms. Oki's face: "As expected of the president of the Mystery Research Club!"
As the jeep slowly drove away, it gradually veered off the concrete road and got closer and closer to the dark sea cliffs.
The crowd standing by the window finally realized that something was wrong.
"Something's wrong!"
Heiji Hattori pushed open the window, catching Conan, who was also trying to open the window, off guard. The two of them climbed over the windowsill and ran together toward the increasingly out-of-control vehicle.
"Hey sir, stop the car right now!"
The driver kept banging on the car window, but the boss in the driver's seat just sat there stiffly without reacting, while the car gradually accelerated.
Heimen Yaoye quickly caught up and, with a single glance, discerned the situation: "No need to call out, the boss has been dead for a long time."
"You two get out of the way, I'm going to break the window!"
Hattori Heiji instinctively denied it: "It's no use, the car window can't be broken at all! I just tried."
Kuromon Haruya fell silent, instead taking a few steps forward, gripping the rearview mirror with his right hand, raising his left hand into a fist, and taking a deep breath: "Ha—!"
Screech. The sturdy side door glass shattered with a crash!
But that wasn't all. Under the horrified gazes of the two high school detectives, Kuromon Haruya stood firmly in a horse stance, bracing himself against the car window frame with both hands, and using his waist and legs—he actually managed to stop the jeep that was sliding forward with his own strength!
!!!
In this situation, Hattori Heiji couldn't help but swallow hard.
If that force were to strike directly on my head...