The Corpse Collector In Conan: One thousand seven hundred and sixty-three [Bourbon, you plead guilty]

Just as the fake doctor stretched out his hand to Yin Dongyuzhisuke, the locked door was kicked open. He was startled, and turned his head quickly, and saw a blond foreigner with dark skin appearing at the door. The man had a dark face, as if someone just owed him tens of billions of yen.

The police officer next to the blond man was stunned by the sudden scene. He wanted to say something but didn't seem to dare, so he had to stand aside and watch.

The False Doctor looked at the thick door and realized he couldn't kill as he wished today. With a click of his tongue, he rushed to the window of the ward, knocked open the glass and jumped downstairs.

This is the fourth floor, no matter how you fall, it will hurt your muscles and bones. But when he was falling, the fake doctor suddenly turned around and raised his hand. A strap flew from his sleeve and coiled tightly around the drain pipe outside.

The long strap slowed his downward trend. The fake doctor borrowed strength from the wall twice, and easily went downstairs, showing a smug smile.

He was mocking the cumbersome policeman in his heart when suddenly the surrounding light dimmed.

The fake doctor was startled, and raised his head quickly, and saw the blond man grabbing the straps that he hadn't had time to remove, and jumped down, his movements not much slower than him.

"?!"

The fake doctor broke out in a cold sweat instantly: What's the matter with this guy, a mere foreigner, but he has the same skills as a troupe actor? !

He didn't bother to look too much, and turned his head and ran away before Amuro Toru dropped to the ground. He jumped twice on the roof of the car next to him, rushed across the parking lot, and landed again.

As soon as he stood up, a football roared towards him. The fake doctor suddenly turned to one side, retracting his legs, the terrible football slid past his knees, and his pants seemed to have been plowed into a scar.

Fortunately, if he didn't get hit, he didn't get hit. The fake doctor couldn't care less about why it was so difficult to kill someone today, so he gritted his teeth and rushed to the nearby bushes, wanting to leave quickly.

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A motorcycle parked nearby, and Conan and Jiang Xia rushed over from the theater building.

Conan saw that his football had failed, and he was stunned for a moment: "This guy is too good at it. Usually, those people are hard to avoid when I kick them head-on. This time I am sneak attacking!"

Jiang Xia: "..." A sneak attack is a sneak attack, why are you shouting so loudly, it seems that I am also sneak attacking.

While muttering, he threw the swinging stick out of the way.

The long black stick circled out like a dart, just in the way of the fake doctor.

The fake doctor was startled, and he leaned back abruptly, narrowly avoiding it. He was about to adjust his balance and continue to escape, but the throwing stick hit the lamppost and bounced back to his direction precisely.

"?!" The shadow of the stick magnified in his eyes, and the fake doctor was shocked and angry: This is unscientific! The angle of the impact, how could it bounce back to his direction!

In the shadow that the fake doctor couldn't see, a piece of clay pasted on the pole to correct the angle disappeared soundlessly.

But the doctor obviously has no time to pursue these. The unreasonable trajectory made him confused, and when he recovered, the swinging stick had already hit his head with a bang, and then drew a triumphant arc, falling back into Jiang Xia's hands.

The fake doctor was dizzy, and it took two seconds for him to see his surroundings again. He was about to continue running with his head buried in his head, but there was a sudden sound of footsteps very close behind him—while he was being stabbed with a stick, the blond man behind him who was no worse than him had already arrived.

Toru Amuro grabbed his neckline from behind and threw him to the ground with a swing.

The fake doctor slapped his entire back flat on the ground, hurting from the impact. But before he could make a move, Toku Amuro punched him in the face.

The floor tile Kacha on the sidewalk shattered into a spider web of cracks, and the tiny gravel jumped up like bullets, hitting the fake doctor's face and scratching the skin.

He raised his head in horror, and saw a face that seemed to have just crawled out of hell. Amuro revealed a sleep-deprived smile: "You are the murderer of this case? Disturbing others' sleep, but you have to pay a price."

Fake doctor: "???" Whether you sleep or not is none of my business! I walked quietly in the corridor without being disturbed by anyone, it was you who insisted on running over to find trouble!

There was a squeaking sound of the brakes.

Miwako Zuoto arrived with a large number of police cars. She rushed over quickly while cursing that it was difficult to park in this place.

When I arrived at the place, I found that the matter was over.

Miwako Sato was shocked: "Did you catch the murderer directly?"

Conan jumped off Jiang Xia's motorcycle, a little excited. He didn't expect to be able to catch the murderer on the spot. Before, he thought that he would have to wait for all the reasoning to be completed before relying on evidence to force people out.

While thinking about it, he couldn't help but pat Jiang Xia's knee with emotion, and said in a low voice, "It's still a high school student in good health, it's so quick to catch someone."

Jiang Xia: "..." If I remember correctly, even when you were a high school student, you probably started catching the murderer after reasoning.

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The fake doctor was pushed to the ground, and seeing more and more people surrounded him, he was in a hurry to die. He really wanted to run, but he was afraid that Amuro would hit him on the forehead~IndoMTL.com~We weighed it for a long time, but in the end he didn't dare to get up, so he had to watch Miwako Sato come and drag him down masks.

The female policeman quickly recognized him: "Mr. Tajima?"

This person is one of the three stunt performers in the troupe——Tajima Kenzo, the oldest, and the other two actors and actresses are said to be his apprentices.

Conan quickly added: "Judging from his skill just now, he should be the 'Edo boy' who used ancient methods to steal and left the police at a loss!"

When the Mumu Police Department who came rushing over heard this, he was stunned for a moment: he broke a life, and even got a strange thief as a gift?

"What Edo boy, talking nonsense!" Tajima Kenzo was controlled by the police and broke away from the few people who surrounded him.

As he got farther and farther away from Jiang Xia and Amuro Toru, he breathed a sigh of relief, and his mind became active again.

This honest-looking person said sharply at this time: "I just wanted to pretend to be a doctor to come and see him because I was worried about the leader! Who knows that you locked him in the ward and didn't let him see each other? Are you torturing him—speaking of which, just as I sneaked into the ward, that guy kicked in the door, and just now he threw and beat me."

Tajima Kenzo suddenly raised his hand and pointed at Toru Amuro, trying to splash some dirty water, one by one: "Maybe he is with the police, using his non-staff status to defraud our team leader for a statement! If not, Then you'd better look him up, decent people rarely have such skills, maybe he is the strange thief, a real outlaw fanatic!"

Toru Amuro: "..."

Jiang Xia: "..." This person is quite powerful, he babbled a few random words, and they all got involved.