RNP Chapter 826 Case Relay
Chapter 826 Case Relay
Chapter 826 Case Relay
Just when a threat of danger was looming over Kogoro Maori's head, a sudden phone call resolved his crisis.
"It's me, Kogoro Mori... Inspector Megure!... Ah, well, I have some issues here, so I won't be able to get to the Metropolitan Police Department until around noon... Ten o'clock! Before ten o'clock!"
From Kogoro Mouri's unilateral conversation, it can be heard that it was Inspector Megure who was urging Kogoro Mouri to go to the Metropolitan Police Department to take a statement.
"…Yes, you guessed it right, Inspector. We have encountered an incident again. …Don't worry, the case has been handed over to the people in Gunma Prefecture…I didn't intend to run so far at first, but I accidentally…Hehehe, don't worry, I'm on my way back as fast as I can! This will lighten your burden…Yes, yes, I'll go to the temple to burn some incense after I finish taking the statement."
There were indeed too many cases yesterday. Maybe the inspector was right. I might have really gotten into trouble with some bad guys. It's time to find some good people to burn some incense to... After hanging up the phone, Kogoro Mouri twitched his lips, then concentrated on driving without saying a word, so as to prevent Martin and Xiaolan from bringing up their previous idea again.
And Martin ran into another trouble.
Looking at the sunlight shining in from the car window, the bat spirit Martin stretched out a piece of his bat wings and tentatively reached into the sunlight.
Hiss... As expected, the tip of the wing that came into the sunlight suddenly started burning, emitting black smoke and the smell of burnt feathers.
"What's that smell?" Xiaolan sniffed and asked in confusion.
Martin put his wings behind his back and pretended to be indifferent and said, "Maybe uncle smoked?"
"What!? I didn't!" Kogoro Mouri denied loudly.
"But Martin-kun..." Xiaolan raised her head and said hesitantly, "Your butt seems to be smoking?"
"Huh?" Martin turned around and found that the wings on his back were still burning, so he hurriedly flapped the flames.
"Huh? Did you get some sun just now?" Sera Masumi looked at Martin with a gloating expression.
After having his blood drawn, Sera Masumi slowly started to feel dizzy from blood loss, so after getting on the bus, he could only lean in a corner listlessly, and even started to feel carsick.
The feeling of suffering made her regret having Martin draw her blood, and she naturally felt happy to see Martin's butt on fire.
"That's right, vampires can't bask in the sun." Suzuki Sonoko realized belatedly why Martin was hanging upside down on the roof of the car: "By the way, how are you going to get out of the car later?"
When we got on the bus in the early morning, the sun was still behind the mountains of Qunma, but it was hard to say what would happen later.
"Uncle, please find a shady place to park the car later... Even if you park the car, it will be troublesome for me to go home... Or you can give me a ride for a while and send me off wherever I want?" Martin hoped that Kogoro Mouri could drive the car directly to Dr. Agasa's house.
"No way." Maori Kogoro glanced at the time: "If you can't return the car before nine o'clock, you will have to pay an extra day's rental fee according to the contract... I'll find an underground parking lot to drop you guys (Martin, Xiaolan, Sonoko, Sera) off. The little brat and I will return the car and go directly to the Metropolitan Police Department to record our statements."
Because the trio from Kansai were going directly back to Osaka, Hattori Heiji and Toyama Kazuha were in another car driven by Officer Otaki.
Kogoro Mouri turned into the underground parking lot at a department store along the way, dropped the four people off the car, and he and Conan went to eat pork chop rice at the Metropolitan Police Department.
"Why is this department store lit by daylight? Quite environmentally friendly." Martin complained as he stood at the stairs.
After coming to the department store from the underground parking lot, I found that the roof of this department store is an angled glass roof. Daylight shines evenly into the three floors above ground through the glass, saving lighting costs.
"What are you going to do now?" There was more curiosity than concern, and more ridicule than curiosity in Sonoko's tone.
"Is there any kind-hearted beautiful girl who can put the small me into her bag?" Vampire Martin turned into a bat and acted cute at the same time.
Xiaolan looked at her bag, a pink leather shoulder bag, hung on her shoulder with a gun-gray metal chain. It was a piece that Fushahui bought last year. The outer shape was only the size of a palm, a little smaller than a bat Martin, not to mention that it also contained a wallet, a cell phone, a sewing bag, keys, a handkerchief...
Yuanzi's Donkey brand bag is even smaller than Xiaolan's.
"I don't have the habit of carrying a backpack." Sera Masumi shook her head: "Just put your phone and wallet in your pocket. If you need to carry more things, just carry a school bag."
Although she didn't say it out loud, the way she looked at Xiaolan and Sonoko's bags was already filled with the thought, 'What's the point of carrying such a small thing?'
Sonoko sighed very frankly, then patted Sera Masumi's shoulder encouragingly.
Sera Masumi:?
"How about we buy Martin some things to block the sun?" Xiaolan suggested, "Like in vampire movies, cloaks, sunglasses, masks, etc."
Yuanzi looked at Martin in bat form and suddenly had a malicious idea: "Why not just buy a cage to put him in? No, the cage is light-transmitting, we should buy a box. No, we don't need to buy a box, just buy something else and use the packing box."
"Hmm...it seems possible." Unexpectedly, Martin said after thinking about it seriously.
If we talk about the method alone, even if no one helps him, in this underground parking lot, Martin can just pick up some materials to wrap himself up in bat form, just like the tin foil insulation wrapped around the air conditioning duct, which seems to be very effective in blocking sunlight. Then he can call the rabbit to take him wherever he wants.
But since everyone is acting together, Martin is more willing to rely on the help of others, because more people will have more fun.
So the plan was finalized. The vampire Martin waited in the underground parking lot for a while, while Xiaolan and the others went to the mall to find something to cover Martin.
As a result, Xiaolan and the others didn't come back for an hour. Martin played with his phone until it was almost out of battery, and by the way, he scared two parking lot patrol security guards unconscious as a vampire.
Just when Martin suspected that the girls had been led astray by him and were about to abandon him here, he received a call from Xiaolan.
"Martin-kun, please hurry to the fire escape and stop him!"
Huh? Who? Martin, who was wandering in the parking lot, could just see the fire door with the emergency exit written on it.
Then the fire door was pushed open, and a man ran out in a hurry and ran into the parking lot.
"I understand." Martin understood and shouted to the man, "Hey, you dropped something!" The man subconsciously looked down at the ground behind him and didn't see that he had lost something. Then he looked in the direction of the shout with a puzzled look and met the eyes of a vampire. With a flash of pink in his eyes, he stopped running and another victim of mind control was revealed.
"Done...So what did this guy do? Did he kill someone or plant a bomb?" Martin asked on the phone. At the same time, Martin sniffed and indeed smelled a bloody smell.
"No, it's just that a chef was stabbed." Xiaolan's tone revealed a sense of exhaustion.
"Tsk, what a waste of blue bar." Martin, who was always looking for trouble, was a little dissatisfied.
Hooking his finger, Martin led the man under his control up the stairs. He heard Xiaolan's hurried footsteps on the phone. She must be chasing the criminal down the stairs.
Sure enough, Martin met the three girls in the stairwell on the first floor.
"Hey, is this the criminal that Martin-kun stopped..." Xiaolan took the phone off her ear. Unexpectedly, she looked at the man with some confusion: "I remember he should be a shorter person, right?"
"Isn't that right?" Yuanzi was also surprised: "I remember that person was very tall, he should be taller than this person, right?"
Even Sera Masumi said with a strange look on his face: "I thought it was a woman?"
Martin scratched his head: "What's going on?"
After Xiaolan and her friends entered the mall, they were undecided about what to use to pack Martin. Xiaolan wanted to buy Martin a set of "doll" clothing such as a hood; Sera Masumi suggested buying a school bag, which could be used for other things after putting Martin in it; Sonoko wanted to make a beautiful or funny box, trick Martin into the box and then seal it in the sun.
"Ahem..." Sonoko coughed twice embarrassedly, reminding Xiaolan that this part could be skipped.
The three of them had different opinions, so they went to different floors separately. Xiaolan, who was on the 7th floor, accidentally noticed a quarrel in the stairwell, so she opened the fire door to take a look. She saw a man in a chef's uniform with a knife stuck in his stomach, and the sound of footsteps coming down the stairs. When she looked over, she saw a figure running away.
The fire door on the 5th floor was open for some reason. Sonoko on the 5th floor happened to take a casual look and saw a person running hurriedly. A few seconds later, she saw Xiaolan running over as well, so she followed out out of curiosity.
Masumi Sera walked around the third floor but didn't see any products she liked. She wanted to go upstairs but the elevator was full. Instead of walking around half a circle of the mall to take the escalator, she chose to open the fire door three steps away and take the stairs. Just then she saw a person with a "very feminine running posture" passing by her, followed by Xiaolan.
The three people saw three different figures, and they were all different from the man Martin stopped.
"Well, this is a really confusing question. It's enough for an entire episode of The Great Detective." Martin thought for a few seconds, then turned around and asked the person he was controlling: "Did you stab anyone just now?"
"Stabbed." The dazed man admitted.
Mind control is completely illegal in a science mystery plot. But if it is a Sherlock Holmes-style mystery plot, the murderer will be identified at the end, and mind control will have no place to use.
"OK, case closed." Martin clapped his hands, "I'll make an appointment for the ophthalmology clinic for the three of you later."
In fact, the case is not complicated. The chef who was stabbed did not die. He also knew who stabbed him, and the criminal could not escape. The three people saw different figures. Martin directly asked the criminal, and the criminal shook his head and didn't know. It seems that it was not the criminal's method, but some coincidental visual illusion.
Fortunately, the chef was not dead. The handling procedure of this case is different from the usual murder cases, otherwise the three people and one ghost would have to file a statement at the Metropolitan Police Department.
……
Then they handed the person over to the police, and the process was sloppily dealt with by a few words.
"What do you want to do next? Should we go back to our own homes, or should we hang out a little longer and see how many events we can find today?"
At this time, Martin had put on the "sun protection suit" provided by Xiaolan. The main part was a black cloak with a hood, which looked similar to a raincoat, and then large sunglasses and a mask, plus sunscreen. It might be insufficient when walking under direct sunlight, but it was enough to deal with scattered sunlight in the mall.
The girls’ answer was to shop around more, not for the sake of winning events as Martin said, but when they got to the mall, they would not leave without shopping around.
In addition, Yuanzi made an appointment in the group to go shopping yesterday, but it hasn’t happened until today, so of course we have to make it happen now.
It was almost noon, and the group was looking for a place to have lunch while shopping, but most restaurants were full, so they finally chose a cafe that provided simple meals.
After ordering in the cafe, Sonoko complained to Martin: "You are dressed so suspiciously, but you didn't cause any commotion at all."
According to Yuanzi's common sense, a person who wraps himself tightly must be trying to do something illegal.
"No one except the shop assistants or waiters looked at me, right?" Vampire Martin shrugged and looked at the other customers around him. "When you go shopping, your eyes are focused on the signs above your head and the goods in the window, but these people in the cafe are all looking at their phones."
In this era, the "phone-drowsing tribe" has already begun to emerge. Whether waiting for a meal or having a meal or drinking coffee, everyone is looking down at their phones, immersed in browsing the news, playing kryptonian mobile games, etc. They don't notice that there is a weirdly dressed person sitting in the same cafe with them.
"I feel like I can go over and secretly draw their blood without being discovered." Martin was ready to make a move.
"So you can actually eat normal food." When Martin mentioned bloodsucking, Sonoko remembered that Martin had ordered a hamburger meal just now: "I thought you could only drink blood."
"I also ate the garlic pan-fried dumplings you made. Did you forget?" Martin took off his sunglasses and mask, but kept his hood on. "Except for garlic, ordinary food tastes much lighter than when I was a human, but it can also enrich the taste experience."
"Does the taste of blood differ greatly for vampires?" Masumi Sera asked curiously. He still remembered that Martin could analyze blood type and the health status of the blood owner by taste.
"Besides licking a mouthful of Kidney Deficiency's blood, I've only drunk your blood today." Martin shrugged, "Compared to Kidney Deficiency's blood, your blood tastes good. But I guess, for you, beating a heavy smoker and alcoholic uncle is not something to be happy about, right?"
"So, in order to increase the sample capacity and to determine whose blood tastes better, would you beautiful ladies like to donate some blood samples for the competition?" Martin produced a brand new blood bag and blood collection needle.
(End of this chapter)