Chapter 142

"And Nishina Minoru! You used the name of a gourmet expert to write books randomly, giving readers a wrong understanding of wine!"

Nishina Minoru opened his mouth wide; he didn't expect that the reason he was attacked was actually this!

"And Tsuji Hiroki! He hurt my honor as a sommelier. Four months ago, I attended a party he hosted, and ended up being humiliated!"

"For just this reason, you want to kill Mr. Tsuji?" Inspector Megure said in disbelief.

"For just this reason?" Sawaki Kohei shouted angrily.

"You can't understand how I felt as a sommelier at that time. I became a sommelier to become a store manager; my dignity, personality, and knowledge were all trampled to pieces by that man!!"

Akaso Kaze curled his lips.

There are really so many lunatics in this world.

"Murakami Jo was also killed by you, right?"

Akaso Kaze looked at the two souls on his head.

"Yes!" Sawaki Kohei said, panting slightly, "On the day he was released from prison, I happened to meet him in front of Mouri’s detective agency!"

"Hmm?" Conan was stunned, "There was no one at the detective agency that day."

Sawaki Kohei said, "I was thinking about how to use Murakami Jo, so I invited him to drink as a friend of Mr. Mouri."

"Murakami Jo said that although he hated Mr. Mouri at the time, he now wanted to find him and apologize, which is why he thought of coming to find him."

"It was at that moment that I thought of using poker cards to carry out my plan; killing the drunken Murakami Jo was a very simple matter!"

Watching the helicopter descending to the platform, Sawaki Kohei’s eyes flashed with cold light.

"You all go to hell. A full twenty bombs will definitely blow this place up! This case will become an unsolvable mystery!"

He laughed loudly and pressed the bomb detonator.

Conan’s eyes widened in terror.

Mouri Kogoro also shouted loudly, "Catch him quickly."

The others were even more panicked and at a loss; several people were so scared they lay on the ground.

Then, there was silence in the air, and nothing happened.

"Ah-leh?"

Sawaki Kohei didn't believe it and pressed it a few more times.

The platform was very quiet, with a cold breeze blowing.

The people lying on the ground all climbed up.

One by one, they looked at Sawaki Kohei, stunned.

Twenty bombs?

Who are you trying to fool?

Not even a sound, not even as good as a firecracker.

"How can this be? Where is my bomb?"

Kimihira Sawaki shouted in a panic.

Akaso Kaze’s lips curled slightly.

Naturally, he wouldn't admit that he was the one who had taken it.

After all, there were police officers present.

If they knew he had taken twenty bombs, they would surely make him hand them over.

This was also the reason he hadn't been too flashy about it.

Making a fortune in silence was the real skill.

Kimihira Sawaki dropped the bomb detonator and pulled out a small pistol, aiming it at the crowd.

Then, he waved frantically at the helicopter in the sky.

"What are you standing there for? Come down and pick me up!"

Akaso Kaze smiled faintly.

Wanting to leave? It wasn't going to be that easy.

Hypnosis Magic.

A voice immediately echoed in the pilot's headset.

"Mission aborted. Return to base immediately."

"Understood." He pulled the control stick, turned around, and flew away.

Only Kimihira Sawaki remained on the platform, looking completely disheveled.

You bastard!

I spent a huge sum of money to find a mysterious organization and bribe the helicopter.

And you’re just going to fly a circle and leave?

Uncle Mouri raised his eyebrows and took a tentative step toward Kimihira Sawaki.

"Mr. Sawaki, I believe you understand that there is no way out now. The best choice is to surrender and confess."

"Well, if nothing else, you should think about yourself! Your butt injury is quite severe; it needs to be treated as soon as possible."

Uncle Mouri’s words didn't help; as soon as he said that, Kimihira Sawaki’s mouth twitched, and he felt a wave of pain from behind.

"Mr. Mouri, stop right there! Don't you dare take another step forward, or I'll shoot!"

Kimihira Sawaki roared, viciously turning the muzzle toward Officer Shiratori.

"Damn Shiratori, my injuries are all because of you, that's why..."

Officer Shiratori had black lines on his forehead; he pointed at his own nose, looking incredibly innocent.

To be fair, those accidents were just that—accidents. He really had only wanted to help treat Kimihira Sawaki’s injury.

Seeing Officer Shiratori’s innocent expression, Kimihira Sawaki’s anger surged. With a ferocious look, he gritted his teeth and pulled the trigger: "Damn cop, you die first!"

Bang.

The gun fired.

In an instant, a black hole appeared in front of the muzzle.

At the same time, the other side of the black hole appeared behind Kimihira Sawaki.

His body jolted violently.

His eyes bulged instantly, filled with bloodshot veins.

Kimihira Sawaki slowly dropped the pistol, bent his hands backward, and covered his old wound.

His expression changed frame by frame.

From pain, to grievance, and finally, full of despair.

"Ouch~ Why is it that spot again?"

He screamed and collapsed to the ground.

Conan leaned in to take a look and couldn't help but shiver.

That’s too miserable.

The bullet went right through.

You could even see the light on the other side.

But how could shooting forward hit his own butt?

This was completely un-Conan-like.

Conan glanced at the indifferent Akaso Kaze not far away.

He secretly covered his own little butt.

This Onmyoji lord is truly someone you cannot afford to provoke.

Akaso Kaze didn't have time to pay attention to his little glances.

While everyone was focused on Kimihira Sawaki’s butt, he extended his mental hand.

"Ouch! Ouch!"

Kimihira Sawaki cried out strangely.

Being injured like that, it was normal to cry out a few times.

No one noticed that two tufts of hair were missing from his head.

The souls of Jo Murakami and Katsuyoshi Asahi were obtained.