funbook-pk Chapter 106 Special Fishing Techniques
Chapter 106 Special Fishing Techniques
Taking the cane from Fanze's arms, Heimen Yaoye rose and took half a step forward, silently sweeping the bottom of the cane lightly towards his wrist.
The series of simple yet precise movements—slashing, thrusting, and stabbing—left Chairman Matsuo and Kawashima on the ground before they could react.
The police officers stationed around the scene were a beat too slow to act, so they had to rush forward to subdue Kawashima to make amends.
A crisp clapping sound rang out, and Pu Siqinglan, smiling, touched her face and exclaimed in admiration, "Wow! What amazing swordsmanship! Mr. Kuromon, could you be the heir of some dojo?"
"You flatter me. I only practiced with my elders for a period of time when I was young."
Kuromon Haruya brushed the knife away and was about to poke the prisoner again when Hanzawa shoved him back into his wheelchair.
"Everyone says we shouldn't engage in strenuous activity!"
Fanze Zhenren was about to collapse; this was the third time this had happened today! His reliable companion was causing trouble in unexpected places, making it impossible to guard against!
A pitch-black face with glowing red eyes suddenly appeared in front of him. Even Yoru Kuromon was momentarily taken aback and almost slapped him with his stick.
"We're trying to save someone. Next time, definitely next time!"
'I thought I was seeing my childhood nightmare! Mr. Hanzawa is a bit scary.'
While guiltily averting his gaze, Heimen Yaoye pondered in his heart whether he should let Fanze do more missions to increase his seniority and get access to the organization's internal supply of medicines as soon as possible.
Pu Siqinglan glanced at the two people who were chatting and laughing right next to the corpse, then looked at Conan who was supplementing Inspector Megure with details of the case. She tapped her fingers lightly on the buttons on her clothes and narrowed her gray eyes.
It was just a New Year's event, yet it had already gathered two organization members, a kendo master, and even the detective skills of a passing child were no less than those of Interpol agents... The situation was full of hidden talents; was this the reason why Bai Jiu had gathered people to be stationed there?
After barely calming Fanze down, Heimen Yaoye, holding a camera, obediently let himself be pushed in front of her: "Miss Qinglan, may I invite you to take a photo with me? I am quite interested in the Romanov dynasty."
It would be even better if you could tell me about the treasure.
With no time to deal with fans, Pu Siqinglan was about to decline the invitation when she saw Heimen Yaoye counting on his fingers, his eyes shining as he recounted history:
"As the most powerful and last dynasty in Russia, they left behind too many unsolved mysteries. Among them, the most fascinating and mysterious to me is the immortal 'demon monk,' Rasputin, who was simply the pinnacle of the dynasty's final act."
As a descendant of Rasputin, Pu Siqinglan coughed lightly with a reserved air, her eyes showing a hint of appreciation: "It's great that someone is interested in this. It's just a group photo, of course, no problem."
"Thank you, Conan! Come on over here! Could Mr. Wu please take a picture for us?"
Mr. Wu was halfway through shaking his leg when he was called over. Seeing that Heimen Yaoye didn't seem to mind, he readily agreed.
Pu Si Qinglan accompanied them towards Professor Agasa, bending down to pick up Conan who was walking beside her: "Little brother, you were just like Sherlock Holmes! How did you do that? Secretly teach me~"
'Such agile movements, I couldn't dodge them at all!'
Startled, Conan helplessly reached out his hand to the receding wheelchair, but no one noticed.
He scratched his face shyly and forced a smile: "I learned all of this when I went on vacation to Hawaii!"
"Hawaii."
A renowned training ground for the elite, where you can learn everything from nannies and cleaners to helicopter pilots, as long as you have money.
Upon realizing that the kid was a second-generation rich kid, Pu Siqinglan immediately lost interest, patted Conan a little, and let him go.
A strange woman. Conan jogged over to the group and labeled her suspicious.
"Hey, Edogawa." Before he could even stand still, Ai Haibara tugged at his sleeve and hid behind Professor Agasa, whispering a warning: "That woman gives me a bad feeling."
Conan's pupils contracted, and he immediately looked at Haruya Kuromon: "Is she also a member of the organization? Could it be Butbell!"
“I’m not sure.” Haibara shook her head slightly, frowning. “It’s a very close feeling, but it’s not the same.”
Despite the same cold and dangerous aura, she subconsciously felt... as if they weren't on the same level as the organization members? To be specific, were they at a lower level?
Haibara shook her head. If she told this detective about such a vague idea, he would probably laugh at her. She had no interest in it.
"Then I'll go remind you." Conan nodded, typed the message into his phone's notes, snapped a quick photo, and ran up to Kuromon Haruya. "Look, Kuromon-nii, this is a surprise photo I took just for you!"
Kuromon Haruya took the phone, read the message and switched to the photo album, speechless for a few seconds—this photo couldn't even be called a sham; the outlines of things were blurred into a mess, and nothing could be seen clearly.
"Yes, I see it. It's a really talented photo!"
Peeking out curiously, Fanze Zhenren paused, turned his head away, covered his mouth, and chuckled: "He's been turned into a black shadow. It's not easy for Mr. Heimen to praise him like that."
"Alright, alright, stop chatting!" Mr. Wu looked at the group of eccentric young people, shaking his camera. "You all better stand still, I can't wait to take pictures!"
"Okay! Eggplant—"
Click.
The moment the photo was taken, Mr. Wu, in a show of bravado, took off his sunglasses.
In the deserted festival square, amidst the throng of people, Hei Men Yao Ye leaned lazily against his wheelchair, his smiling face now showing a hint of surprise as he raised an eyebrow. Fan Ze stiffly made a peace sign, his entire body trembling with tension.
Conan stood to his left, his right eyeglass lens reflecting light, adding to his air of mystery along with his enigmatic smile. Beside him stood Ai Haibara, dressed in a beige dress, her eyes revealing a hint of melancholy and wariness.
Professor Agasa stands in the back row of the photo, a vinegar stain still on his white lab coat, and a hint of green chives peeking out from his teeth in his kind smile.
Pu Siqinglan stood to the right of Heimen Yaoye. She turned her head to look at Chianti in the background, who was giving the middle finger, but her eyes were filled with undisguised killing intent.
"The result of this photo was a pleasant surprise."
Recalling Mr. Wu's nosebleed and fainting on the spot, Heimen Yaoye stared at the photos in the camera and hummed a cheerful tune.
"I don't think so." Stepping onto the path back to the apartment, Fanze Zhenren pushed his wheelchair, patting his chest and exclaiming, "That scared me to death! My nose was bleeding so much, I thought someone was sniping at me!"
"Speaking of which, why did Mr. Kuromon save that despicable chairman?"
That despicable guy deserves to die a quick and painless death on the spot.
Kuromon Haruya glanced at Hanze, who seemed hesitant to speak, smiled smugly, and began to share his tips for slacking off: "Of course, it's because I don't want to work overtime."
"Since he's the chairman, Mr. Matsuo must have a lot of savings. Even trash has its recyclable parts. Reporting his affairs to the organization, draining him dry, and then faking it as a suicide out of guilt—isn't that perfect?"
"It just so happens that we went ahead of Chianti and the others. If we report to the organization afterwards, those who were slacking off and getting close to the task will definitely be assigned first!"