"The killing of the whole house!"

The baseball game ended with the boiling crowd of the audience. The final home run completely killed the game. For an amateur game, it was quite a desperate gap in strength.

"Detective Torito is not necessarily the best baseball player, but he is definitely the most powerful hitter!"

"What a joke? He's that detective?"

"Hey, haven't you figured out the situation yet?"

"It's certainly true that the gap is so big. Detective Tori is definitely at the top professional level!"

"This is a bit exaggerated. Any professional player can play in such a game..."

In the stands, a middle-aged man wearing a baseball cap stood silently among the argumentative audience, looking at Gao Cheng, who was sweating in the field, frowned deeply.

No, even professional players can't play this kind of score. It's a terrible batting talent. It's like seeing through the baseball trajectory. The most important thing is to easily complete body movements and achieve the results you want...

I heard that someone in Tokyo has recently challenged the extreme speed of hitting the ball, and even the new pitching machine has been scrapped. Is that true?

The only thing I lack is pitching, and I don’t seem to be familiar with baseball rules and tactics, but if I train, there will be no problem even the best player in the country…

"Oh? Participate in the professional baseball? Do you need to train regularly?"

"Ah, there's no problem with hitting the ball, but..."

"Sorry, I'm not interested," Gao Cheng refused the middle-aged man who suddenly came to him. "It turns out that the detective is more suitable for me. If I just go to play baseball like this, the police probably won't allow it."

"Police?" Middle-aged man was stunned.

"Yes, you should know that I am Takaseong, right? So it's impossible to join the professional base."

"oh oh……"

"Sorry." Gao Cheng and the middle-aged man exchanged business cards with each other, turned around to face the excited Yuanzi and his group.

Conan left the field halfway, and he also wanted to know what was going on.

"Reject, refuse..." The middle-aged man came to his senses for a while and looked at the business card in his hand.

The money that professional baseball can make should be far more than that of private detectives, right? It can also make yourself more famous...

...

At the scene of the family restaurant, Conan smiled confidently in the face of the suspect, "Once you hear the ugly Kansai dialect, you will get angry, which is also a characteristic of Kansai people... And after committing the crime, you order ramen to wipe your hands with a towel, right? As long as you say you sprinkle the soup, you can get it immediately...

"Yes, when you poisoned the uncle in the toilet, you planned to wipe the poison you touched with a towel! The reason why you didn't wash it off with water in the toilet is because you heard the sound of flushing next to you and found that there were other people in the toilet, so you hurried out..."

Conan Yu Guang looked at Hattori with a dark face next to him and wrote it proudly on his face: "This is what Brother Shinichi said on the phone!"

"This kid..."

Hattori looked at Conan's funny mocking face, and at least resisted the urge to beat this guy up.

Not happy, very unhappy...

"What? Why is it a draw?" outside the restaurant, Conan protested after getting the referee of Seramatsu, "Isn't it that the criminal who solved the incident was not the Shinichi brother?"

"No," Seramatsu bent down and explained, "Because Hattori was a Kansai man who caught the clues to resolve this incident, Kudo also solved the case because of Hattori... And there is no difference between winning or losing or high or low in reasoning. The important thing is that you find the truth together, right? I think it's good to tie."

"That's right..."

Conan looked depressed.

This sounds so familiar.

...

"Menzui is the ultimate kill?" Maori Detective Office, Hattori looked at Gao Cheng as if he was looking at an alien.

He knows baseball best here, and at the same time, he also understands how rare it is to be a full-scale kill. It seems that the opponent is abused and loses his temper, which will lead to misperforming the entire game.

Gao Cheng’s scoring data is incredible…

"Yes," Gao Cheng smiled, "It's much simpler than I thought, but without much bonus, I got the hot spring reception voucher issued by the neighborhood committee..."

"Hmph," Hattori poured cold water, "Don't think baseball is such a simple thing. You have never seen a professional baseball. According to your level, you can only join."

"Yeah?"

Gao Cheng was stunned. He really didn't know the specific level of the professional baseball player, but he should be able to defend against both straight balls or changing balls.

"By the way, what's the matter with you coming to Tokyo? Are you just here to buy instant curry?"

"Of course not," Hattori said seriously, "It was actually a dead person who sent me a letter..."

"Ah?" Xiaolan became nervous in an instant, "Do you send it to Hattori?"

"Don't think about it all first. That person is my mother's friend Mr. Wakamatsu, the president of a design company in Tokyo," Hattori explained. "I have seen him a few times before, but last month he was killed in Karuizawa's villa...

"I asked Uncle Otaki, the police officer of Osaka Prefecture, to help me check it. It happened that day that Mrs. Wakamatsu's birthday party was held in the villa. The local police seemed to think that Mr. Wakamatsu was killed because he accidentally ran into a bandit who sneaked into the villa...

"The sending time should be ten days after the incident. Although the sender's name was written by Mr. Wakamatsu Kohei, from the content of the letter, it seems that it was sent by the prisoner who killed Mr. Wakamatsu."

Hattori took out a folded piece of letter paper from his pocket.

“It says, ‘Dear Hattori Heiji, I must meet you, the high school detective, to confess the crime I have committed’…”

"But even if you meet, I have some doubts about whether you can see me, because I am a distorted existence made by you humans at will, an illusion that cannot be seen..."

"Even if you want to see me, on the next full moon night, I will wait for you at the home of the man I killed..."

Hattori read out the content of the letter and said, "The end of the letter is written about the address of Mr. Wakamatsu's hometown in Osaka, and the keys to that house were sent together."

"And what? Mouri Kogoro, who had been looking at the newspaper, asked, "Have you been to that ghost house?"

Hattori pointed to Kaya on the side: "Of course I want to go, but I accidentally caught a cold, and then Kaya took out the key without authorization..."

"Yes, I'm going on your behalf. I took three friends to go with me and said there was a bold test meeting," He Ye said, "But it's not a ghost house. The president seemed to occasionally return to Osaka to live during his lifetime, so he cleaned it very well and there was electricity!"

Shiliang Matsuru hugged his arm and asked carefully: "Is anyone there?"

"No, I rang the doorbell and no one answered, so I opened the door with the key and went in. The house was decorated very beautifully, but the bold test meeting turned into a one-day tour of the mansion," He Ye smiled embarrassedly, and said nervously again, "But when we were curious about what the bathroom would look like and go and see it together, the result was..."

"Kill, what's the result?" Xiaolan felt a terrifying atmosphere.

"There is a terrifying person with long hair, sitting against the wall of the bathroom!!" He Ye said horrifiedly, "Then the light will go out immediately. When we were about to call the police, we heard a terrible sound of cracking, but when we were about to go out, the light suddenly turned on again, and the person just now disappeared!"

The uncle hated the arguments like ghosts the most, and he snorted: "I think it's probably because he ran away while the power is out of control, right?"

"If it were just that man who disappeared, there was no need for us to come to Tokyo," Hattori said with a calm face. "A piece of paper left in the bathroom with the words 'It's just my body, not my words'..."

"Word?"

"Yes, at the beginning, the guy leaned against the wall, and there was something engraved with a knife on the tiles beside his shoulder. It was three capital letters, EYE!"

"A few big letters," He Ye nodded, "but after turning on the light, he obviously disappeared with that person, but the paper said that the words would not disappear!"

"Didn't that be replaced with other tiles without traces?"

"There are many marks on the tiles below, but the tiles gradually become lighter from top to bottom. If they are not replaced with tiles of the same color, they will be discovered immediately!" He Ye emphasized.

Conan looked up cautiously and asked, "Brother Heiji, have you ever seen those tiles?"

Hattori couldn't say: "Although I was still catching a cold, I told Ye to let me see it, so I went there. As a result, the house started to be renovated. Many construction workers went to, but they didn't let me in at all...

"Often people think that they were replaced with tiles of the same color prepared in advance during the few minutes of the power outage. However, Mr. Wakamatsu, who was killed in Karuizawa, was also assassinated in the bathroom with the same tiles...

"When the body was discovered at the beginning, he should have written the death message with his own blood. There was still blood on his fingers. It was obvious that he had written something, but when the police arrived, it disappeared and no Lumino's reaction was detected...

"How is it? It's a very strange case, right?" Hattori looked at Gao Cheng.
Chapter completed!