The next day, after lunch, the group took the Shinkansen to Osaka.

Heiji's father, Hattori Heizo, was a senior and hard-working boss in the police force, and Uncle Mori didn't dare to slack off.

In the morning, he tidied up his appearance and sprayed some cologne.

The process on the Shinkansen was very boring. As soon as Uncle Maori got on the train, he started to read the newspaper carefully.

Xiaolan could also sit still. She just sat on her seat and looked through the window at the high-rise buildings she had been looking at for who knows how long.

Suddenly, Conan, who was sitting in his seat, jumped out of his seat and left temporarily using the excuse of peeing.

Thinking of what Heiji had done, Conan was speechless. After Uncle Mouri hung up the phone yesterday, Heiji called him.

"Hey, Kudo, remember to come early tomorrow to watch my kendo final. I'll show you my heroic appearance on the field!"

Just as he was about to fall asleep last night, Heiji made another call.

"My game is at Naniwa Central Gymnasium. After leaving Shin-Osaka Station, I took the bus to Tojiri for seven stops. If you are not sure, you can ask the bus driver."

He could only half-squint his eyes, respond nonchalantly, and hang up the phone.

Thinking of this, Conan felt a little helpless. He was not a child. He just wanted to take a nap in the car, but Heiji called again just after the train started.

Looking at Conan's back, Guangyou shrugged. He also heard what Heiji said yesterday.

Heiji also called him and said that he wanted to show him what real kendo was and his mother Shizuka Ikeba's ultimate cuisine.

If it weren't for this cuisine, he wouldn't bother to go to Osaka again.

The Shinkansen has just left the platform, and it will be almost two o'clock in the afternoon when we arrive in Osaka.

Thinking of sitting on the boring Shinkansen for several hours, Guangyou felt that his buttocks were a little stiff.

Uncle Maori also found a way to relieve his time. He deliberately did not buy a newspaper about that kind of news, but bought a newspaper about horse racing.

This way he can kill time while researching which horse to bet on next.

"Well, let's bet on this horse next time. I hope I can win enough money to play mahjong."

Uncle Maoli read the newspaper carefully and murmured.

At almost two o'clock in the afternoon, Guangyou and his party finally arrived at the Langhua Central Stadium where the competition was held.

As soon as she arrived at the door, sharp-eyed Xiaolan found He Ye looking around among the crowd.

"He Ye! We are here to cheer!"

Heye ran to Xiaolan, feeling a little happy.

"Did your kendo club advance to the finals?"

Speaking of the competition, Kazuye was a little embarrassed: "Actually, the finals will be held later, but I can't find this guy Heiji now."

"I think he must be investigating the murder that just happened."

"Murder?"

Conan raised his eyebrows, and his interest immediately rose.

"What murder?"

"I don't know the specific situation. You have to ask Officer Otaki who is in charge of this case."

Under the leadership of Kazuye, Conan went to the Otaki police officer to learn about the case.

Guangyou used the reason to go to the game first and separated from the three of them.

After they separated, Guangyou went directly to find Heiji.

We came to the equipment room in the second hall of the gymnasium where equipment is placed.

Before I walked in, I heard Heiji's reasoning.

"It's useless. Even if you do this, the police won't think this is the first scene. Mr. Otegawa, your method is useless."

"You should have killed me in the locker room next to the swimming pool."

In fact, Guangyou didn't understand either. Maybe his thinking was different. Why did he have to explain his reasoning process?

If yes, wouldn't it be better to subdue it first and then think about the reasoning process?

Maybe this is confidence.

Heiji's fighting skills are better than Conan's, he knows swordsmanship, and has certain self-protection capabilities. If he does this, Guangyou can understand it.

If Conan didn't have a football around him and nothing to play with, he would probably be outcast if he encountered more vicious prisoners.

By the way, why does Conan always have something he can kick around?

Could it be that this is the so-called halo of the protagonist?

hiss!

Guangyou couldn't help but shudder when he thought of this.

The protagonist’s aura is so terrifying!

After being stunned for a while, I had already pushed through half of the reasoning inside.

Guangyou looked around and found a wooden stick in the corner outside.

As for why he found a wooden stick, he didn't know.

"Could it be that I also have a little bit of Conan's protagonist halo?"

Guangyou thought about this, picked up the wooden stick, quietly walked into the equipment room with gentle steps, and gave the man a blow in the head.

The man turned his head, struggled to look at Yanyou, and fell down with an unwilling look on his face.

"Why are you here? And what are you doing?"

Halfway through Heiji's reasoning, he saw Guangyou knocking his audience unconscious, and he felt aggrieved.

"His hand was placed next to the knife. It seemed to me that he wanted to resist, so I just knocked him unconscious."

Guangyou directly fooled Heiji with a reason that he couldn't refuse.

Heiji looked at Guangyou's "I'm good to you" expression and didn't know what to say.

"Then let me tell you my reasoning. I managed to catch the prisoner before that guy Kudo did."

Heiji had the feeling that you made him shrink back in the middle of going to the toilet.

Extremely frustrating!

"Push your shit ball!"

Guangyou showed a disgusted expression: "It's almost the finals, and you're still reasoning here. The prisoner is lying on the ground now. He can just hand it over to Officer Otaki later. Don't you want to have a good relationship with Souji Okita?"

A duel?"

"Too."

Heiji nodded, "Okay, then I'll go compete."

After saying that, he left the equipment room.

After leaving the equipment room, he pondered on the way: "Why do I always feel like something is wrong?"

Guangyou, who stayed in the equipment room, glanced at the prisoner lying on the ground, stepped forward and kicked him.

Seeing that he didn't respond, Guangyou nodded with satisfaction.

He turned around, picked up the wooden stick and walked out of the equipment room.

After notifying Officer Otaki, Mitsuyou went to the competition site.

I also met Conan on the way. After explaining the process to Conan, he also followed Guangyou to the competition site.

When Guangyou and others first arrived at the arena, Heiji had already put on a full set of protective gear and was standing on the stage.

"Come on Heiji!"

Kazuya's face was flushed, and he was applying oil to Heiji on the stage.

Chiba Jinghua also came to the scene. When he saw Heiji on the stage, although it was not obvious on his face.

But there was still a little pride in his eyes.

The seats in the stadium were already full, so Guangyou and the others could only watch from the players' preparation area.

The view is quite good, and this can be considered another form of VIP seat.

Kaigao Academy, the school where Heiji attended, had quite high morale and obviously had great confidence in Heiji.

The morale of Kyoto Senshin High School, where Souji Okita is facing off against Heiji, is not bad either.

Before the fight started on the field, the people below looked at each other and compared their morale.

Compared to the smell of gunpowder in the audience, it was much calmer on stage.

Heiji finally moved his body, and his voice came out clearly through the mask.
Chapter completed!