Chapter 68

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 need 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, standing next to 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 my 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 Detective Mouri’s agency? Which room?"

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

"W-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 restaurant on the other side are all his," Mouri Kogoro continued the assault.

Hattori Heiji immediately shut his mouth.

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

Akaso Kaze had no air of showing off; he was using his Eye of Space to look at the study on the second floor.

Just as expected.

His mouth curled slightly.

Hand of Will!

His magic claws reached toward Mrs. Tsujimura.

They entered the house, greeting 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, collapsed to the ground 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, his eyes wide open.

Sure enough, it’s starting again!

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

Can I defeat him this time?

Conan’s fighting spirit burned brightly.

Then, a stream of snot flowed out...

"Thump."

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? That hurt like hell."

Hattori Heiji rubbed his head.

Looking at Conan, he was perfectly fine.

Having been knocked with several large bumps by Mouri Kogoro every day, his skull was already very 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 better detective than him?"

"Then you must solve the case one step ahead of him. Don’t waste any time, otherwise, you will definitely not win..."

Conan suddenly stopped, looked up at the strange expression on Hattori Heiji’s face, touched his little head, and smiled naively: "Brother Hattori, I’m just imitating Uncle Mouri. Do I look like him?"

Hattori Heiji had black lines on his forehead—like a ghost, he thought.

However, what this kid just said sounded familiar...

Hattori Heiji rubbed his chin and looked Conan up and down.

Conan thought, "Not good," and hurriedly pointed to the floor.

"Hey, there’s a needle here."

He pretended to reach out to pick it up.

"Don’t move!" Hattori Heiji fell for it, picked Conan up, and tossed him aside.

"Let’s notify the police first," Mouri Kogoro said from the side.

"No rush," Akaso Kaze waved his hand. "This matter doesn’t need the police to come forward; we can solve it ourselves."

"What? How is that possible?"

Hattori Heiji stood up from under the desk.

"Someone is dead, you know? If the police don’t come, how can we mess with the scene?"

Seeing Akaso Kaze’s half-smiling expression, Hattori Heiji’s heart skipped a beat.

Back at the detective agency, Akaso Kaze had said something meaningful.

Could it be that he already knows who the murderer is?

Hattori Heiji frowned and fell into deep thought.

"No need to notify the police; I’ll take responsibility for this matter."

An old voice came from outside the door. "I believe in Lord Akaso; he promised to save my son’s life."

The person speaking was the deceased’s father, Tsujimura Toshimitsu.

"Dad!" Tsujimura Kimie was taken aback.

"I’m sorry, Kimie, I was the one who commissioned Lord Akaso in advance. To save my son’s life, I had no choice but to do this."

Tsujimura Kimie’s face instantly turned very ugly.

Tsujimura Toshimitsu said to the detectives, "My family has some connections in the upper echelons; I believe we can handle the police, so please, detectives, find out the truth of the matter."

"But even if we find out the truth, what can we do?"

Hattori Heiji shook his head.

However, since someone was covering for them, he didn’t decline and began to examine the body.

"The body is still warm, and the lips have just started to turn purple. There’s a small red dot behind the ear—could it be the needle that the kid Conan found earlier?"

"Hey, the pants are quite bulging."

He searched the deceased’s pockets, and a key fell out.

Hattori Heiji and Conan’s eyes lit up at the same time.

"This is indeed a clean, impossible crime—a locked-room murder case!"

Encountering such a mysterious case, the two high school detectives looked as if they had seen a beautiful woman.