Chapter 181

Tsujimura Kimie was a bit surprised and nodded. "That is exactly what I meant. I hope Detective Mouri can come to my house."

"In that case, let's go together," Hattori Heiji stood up.

I want to see what kind of skills this Onmyoji has.

Can he really predict the occurrence of a murder?

"My car has a driver, but with so many people, I'm afraid we'll have to take a taxi," Mrs. Tsujimura said.

"No need, just take my car," Akaso Kaze said.

After going downstairs, watching Akaso Kaze unlock a luxury sports car by the side of the road.

Hattori Heiji couldn't help but smack his lips.

"Handsome guy, luxury car—Kudo Shinichi didn't lose unjustly."

Conan beside him felt very stifled.

Several people got into the car and soon arrived at the Tsujimura Mansion.

"Wow, what an impressive house," Hattori Heiji exclaimed, looking at the small villa.

"I wonder if I'll ever be able to live in a house like this in this lifetime."

Hattori Heiji turned his head to look at the calm-faced Akaso Kaze and asked curiously, "Does Akaso-san live in the building next to the Mouri Detective Agency? Which room?"

"Ha, the whole building is his; he can live in whichever room he wants," Mouri Kogoro said with envy.

"Wh, what? The whole building is his?"

Hattori Heiji looked at Akaso Kaze again in surprise.

I didn't expect him to be so rich.

"That's just one building. The cafe downstairs from our agency and the sushi shop on the other side are all his," Mouri Kogoro continued his assault.

Hattori Heiji immediately shut his mouth.

Comparing people to people is infuriating; he didn't want to seek abuse.

Akaso Kaze showed no sign of showing off; he was using his Void Eye to look at the study on the second floor.

It was exactly as expected.

His mouth curled slightly.

Hand of Intent!

His magic claws reached toward Mrs. Tsujimura.

Entering the house, they greeted people along the way.

Finally, they arrived at the study on the second floor.

The door was locked, and Mrs. Tsujimura took out a key to open it.

"Honestly, he fell asleep with the stereo still on."

"Honey, Detective Mouri is here, wake up."

Mrs. Tsujimura walked behind the desk and pushed him.

Mr. Tsujimura, who was sitting in the chair, crashed to the floor with a thud.

"Honey?!" Mrs. Tsujimura screamed.

Hattori Heiji rushed over in one stride and reached out to touch Mr. Tsujimura.

"It's too late, he's already stopped breathing."

Hattori Heiji announced with a dark face.

"How could this be..." Mrs. Tsujimura almost fainted.

Conan stood at the door with his eyes wide open.

Sure enough, it's starting again!

The Onmyoji who can predict life and death has begun his performance.

This time, can I defeat him?

Conan ignited a burning fighting spirit.

Then, a stream of snot flowed out...

"Thud."

A loud collision sound came from under the desk.

Two heads, one big and one small, bumped into each other.

"You brat, what are you spinning around for? You hurt me to death."

Hattori Heiji rubbed his head.

Looking at Conan, he was perfectly fine.

Being knocked by Mouri Kogoro every day had made his skull extremely sturdy.

"Shut up, hurry up and find clues."

Conan's expression was very serious.

"Do you really want to challenge Akaso-san and prove that you are a more amazing detective than him?"

"Then you must solve the case one step ahead; don't waste any time, otherwise, you will absolutely not win..."

Conan suddenly stopped, looked up at the weird-faced Hattori Heiji, rubbed his little head, and smiled naively: "Brother Hattori, I'm just imitating Uncle Mouri. Do I look like him?"