Conan: Open the Door, I’m a Policeman

Vol 3 Chapter 210: Challenging?

After dismissing Sato Mikazu, Mizumayuki also wandered around the Metropolitan Police Department by the way.

After taking a taxi, Mizumayuki went to an amusement park, not the Dorobika park that Kudo Shinichi became smaller, but a very ordinary small amusement park.

"This is the Ferris wheel that Matsuda fell from, right?" Mizumayue looked up at the slowly turning big wheel and thought.

There are still long queues under this amusement facility, and the tragedy that happened here three years ago has been forgotten by the world.

Of course, Mizumayuki didn't come here to cherish Matsuda Jinping, he came to cause trouble.

Looking left and right, he locked onto a shooting booth and walked over.

The shooting booth is very simple. There are two toy pistols and two toy **** on a low table. A little more than four meters away, there is a board with balloons densely hanging on it.

There are two people playing games in front of the stall. To be precise, a boy is playing a game and a girl is watching.

"A-Jun~ I want the biggest doll." The girl next to her shook the boy's arm and acted like a spoiled child.

"Okay! Watch me shoot him down! Boss, give me a hundred bullets!" The boy dyed his hair yellow and took out a "Natsume Soseki".

"If you want the first prize on my booth, it's the prize for hitting three hundred and ninety-nine." The boss gave the boy an encouraging look.

"Five hundred rounds then!" The boy gave the boss another 4,000 yen, and he didn't care that 5,000 yen was enough to buy a big doll.

"Come on, Ajun!" the girl encouraged.

"Hey! Look at me!" With the encouragement of the girl, Ajun picked up the pistol on the booth and pointed it handsomely.

Bang bang bang! Ten shots were fired in a row.

However... only one balloon popped.

"Come again!" The boy refused and handed the gun to the boss, who loaded ten more plastic bullets into it.

This time, the boy aimed for a while before firing a shot, but after ten shots, only three balloons burst.

The boy didn't believe in evil, so he picked up the rifle next to him, and as a result, he shot out twenty bullets in the rifle, and only two detonated, which was worse than the performance of the pistol.

"Boss, is there something wrong with your gun?" the boy said angrily: "I have played shooting games several times, and I have never played so badly!"

"It's wrong for you to say that, young man. How is it possible! You have to talk about evidence." The boss quit.

"Cut! Spicy chicken!" Mizuma Tsuki, who was on the sidelines, taunted at a very timely time.

"Who are you talking about?" Huang Mao Ajun looked at Shui Jianyue very unfriendly.

"I'll scold those who can't pull **** out of the pit!" Mizumayue directly provocatively said.

"You can do it!" With a beautiful woman by his side, Huang Mao Ajun said unconvinced.

"Come here, come here, ten pieces." Mizumayuki handed the boss a hundred-yuan coin, picked up the toy pistol, and aimed it at it.

"Crack!" A balloon burst.

"Look, boy, my gun is fine." The boss took the opportunity to say, "This young man hit him as soon as he came up."

"Cut! **** luck." Jun said indignantly.

Mizumayue was a little unhappy in her heart. It was really bad luck. What he wanted to hit just now was actually the balloon next to him.

After correcting the deviation, Tsuki Mizuma deliberately aimed the second balloon at the center balloon.

Bang, not so lucky this time, the bullet hit the wooden board between the two balloons.

"Look, but that's it?" Jun said disdainfully.

Glancing at that A-Jun, Mizumayuki said nothing, fired two more shots, and this time stably exploded two balloons. Ah Jun was speechless again.

After ten shots, Tsuki Mizuma only popped six balloons.

"Cut, what he said was great, but it turned out to be only six hits." A Jun sneered.

"It's better than someone with three talents, right?" Mizumayue sneered back.

"Cut! You wait!" The yellow-haired Ajun looked like he couldn't take his breath, and called someone: "Axiao! I'm at the shooting booth near the gate, and let people compare..."

This is the effect that Mizumayuki wants, and so far this yellow hair is very on the road.

Mizumayuki seemed to be very obedient and continued to wait, bought another 20 rounds of ammunition, and tried one by one with the remaining three guns.

As an excellent police officer, he missed four out of ten shots. It would be a shame if someone he knew knew about it.

Of course, it's not Mizumayuki's marksmanship that is the problem, but the guns of this stall are indeed faulty.

Mizuma Tsuki checked it out, and the problem wasn't with the sights. If the sights had been tampered with, it would be easy to see.

The real problem seems to be the bullets. Originally, this toy gun was not rifled, the plastic bullets had no specifications, and the place where this stall cut corners was in the bullets.

The plastic bullets poured out of the pistol clips are all more or less chipped or even directly deformed. Of course, it is impossible to fly stably after they are shot, and they are simply shot.

In contrast, the two ********s are more reliable.

There are cans of compressed air in these ******s, and the bullets are not the light plastic bullets in the pistols, but more heavier simulated bullets, although there are also some problems, but because of the power and bullets Due to the weight, it is less affected than a pistol.

Of course, the boss of these rifles has also done tricks. In order to reduce the cost and increase the number of shots, the compressed air cans have been manipulated. One shot will only consume one-third of the normal air, resulting in insufficient power, but at a range of five or six meters I can't see anything from the above. The ****** should have a range of nearly 50 meters. The proposed canned air version has a smaller range. After being castrated to one-third of the original, it is only A range of about ten meters.

Mizuki chose and chose, and finally chose the slightly worse of the two rifles and kept it at hand.

After waiting for a few more minutes, the "A Xiao" finally came.

A Xiao also had yellow hair and ear studs, and walked over with his head slanted, as if he thought he was trendy.

Looking at Shui Jianyue, that Asiao didn't even say a word. He picked up another rifle, bang bang bang, and fired all twenty bullets in it.

Mizumayue raised her eyebrows in surprise, and actually hit eighteen balloons. If there was no problem with the gun, wouldn't he be a hundred hits?

Of course, there is nothing strange about the distance of five or six meters. All the policemen of the Metropolitan Police Department can do it, but it is rare among ordinary people.

A Xiao raised his chin at Shui Jianyue, indicating that it was your turn.

Mizumayuki shot a little slower than him, but not too much slower. In the end, he hit sixteen shots. In fact, only one shot was a failure, and the other three shots were deliberately misfired.

"Isn't it okay? Look how brave you are! A Xiao is the gun king of all the amusement parks in Tokyo! Do you know you?"

"It's not your strength, what are you proud of? You can't hit six shots instead?" Mizumayuki rolled his eyes, and then said: "This time you found foreign aid, but I'm not convinced, next weekend I’m still here, dare I bring a master to compete again?”

"I'm afraid you won't succeed! Isn't it A Xiao?" A Jun asked A Xiao's opinion after he finished speaking very arrogantly.

As if he couldn't speak, he just nodded, his eyes still fixed on Shui Jianyue.

"Then let's say it, this time and place next weekend!" Mizumayuki said.

"Whoever doesn't come is a puppy!" Jun also said with a neck.

So naive... Of course Mizuma Yue didn't say it.

Police Hospital.

Sato Miwako stood at the door and looked at Matsuda Jinping who was still lying on the bed. It wasn't that he couldn't go in to visit, but he just couldn't bear to see his completely haggard appearance more thoroughly.

"Miss Sato, are you here again?" Behind him, Matsuda's father, who was holding the medicine, came over. He just went to get Matsuda Jinping's medicine.

He and Matsuda Jinhei's mother are familiar with this female police officer who comes once a month.

"Yeah, come and see Matsuda." Sato Miwako responded politely, handing the envelope in her hand.

No need to explain, this happens every month.

"Hey... If we two old guys can keep Jinping alive on our own, we won't be able to accept your money..." As a result, Matsuda's father couldn't help sighing with the envelope that Sato Miwako handed over: "Our Matsuda family owes money. There are too many of you." Sato Mikazu did not say that most of the money belonged to him and Mizuma Yue, but for the past three years, it has been said that the police officers in the Metropolitan Police Department donated a little.

"Don't say that," Mikazu Sato said with a smile: "We are all Matsuda's colleagues and friends. Just treat it as Matsuda owes us, and let him pay it back when he wakes up. You don't have to worry about it."

"Hey...how is that possible..." Matsuda's father may have smiled, but he couldn't really laugh, his mind was full of bitterness and entanglement: "I'm afraid there is no hope for Jinping like this?"

"That's not necessarily true. In fact, there is already a hope now." Of course, Sato Miwako did not forget the task left by Mizumayuki, said.

"What did you say?" Matsuda's father didn't understand what Miwako Sato meant.

"That's it..." Miwako Sato relayed to Matsuda's father what he had heard from Tsuki Mizuma: "...We have a policeman from the Metropolitan Police Department, Tsuki Mizuma, who mentioned him to you before. He knew a great doctor who knew a great researcher and is now developing a drug that can revive a vegetative person."

"Really?" Matsuda's father's eyes flashed with hope.

"I want to wait, there are still some things... This medicine... Now..."

"...So if Matsuda is willing to be this clinical volunteer, he has to find a way to improve his physical fitness now."

"How can this be improved?" Matsuda's father glanced at his son in embarrassment. He was either swollen or skinny. Even if he moved his hands and feet every day, his joints were not blocked, and his limbs were stiff.

"You should ask the doctor about this... I don't know either, the doctor may have a solution." Sato Miwako said regretfully.

"Okay, as for the clinical volunteer, please let me discuss with her after Jinping's mother returns."

"I still have some things to do, since there is no help here. Forgive me first." After saying goodbye, Sato Mikazu was about to leave.

"Wait!" Matsuda's father stopped Miwako Sato: "Miss Sato, how much did the medicine you just mentioned cost?"

"That...I don't know, but if Matsuda is a volunteer, it will definitely be free. Even if you don't want it, you can only get a cost price because of the relationship between the water." Mikazu Sato thought for a while and said.

"I see…"

When Sato Miwako walked to the door of the hospital, Miyamoto Yumi was already waiting at the door.

"Really, it's so slow, I won't take you next time, no matter how slow it is." Miyamoto Yumi complained.

"It seems that I didn't want to go, you forced me to go?" Sato Miwako looked at Miyamoto Yumi speechlessly.

"Don't say that, go meet more boys, save you all day long thinking about the disappearing Mizuma month or going to the hospital to see a vegetative person." Miyamoto Yumi pulled Sato Miwako's arm and shook it .

"Okay, okay, didn't I already promise you to go with me? Why are you still like this."

Sato Miwako and Miyamoto Yumi are going to have a friendship. The initiator is another friend of Miyamoto Yumi. Because it is really impossible to draw people, Miyamoto Yumi even dragged Sato Miwako.

"Dad, there's a new restaurant nearby that looks very good. Let's go check it out tonight?" Xiao Lan, shaking Uncle Maori, begged at the Maori Detective Agency.

"It's fine if you can't eat at home, why do you have to go out and waste money?" Uncle Maori said with a pouted lip.

"It's been a long time since I went out to eat. Let's go out to dinner with the whole family after a long absence!" Xiaolan said, and then turned the topic to Conan: "Conan also wants to go out to eat, right?"

"Uh...I...anything is fine!" Conan panicked all of a sudden~www.NovelMTL.com~ These two people have a special attack on the head with a fist, and the other has a unique experience in destroying the metal table with one punch. Conan neither dared to offend .

"And look! This restaurant has a wide variety of dishes, but the price is very cheap!" Xiao Lan took the flyer and continued to fool Uncle Maori.

"Okay, then let's do it once in a while." Uncle Xiaolan had no choice but to agree, and suddenly asked, "Wait, you just said the whole family... don't you?"

"What's the matter? Of course I'm going to call my mother out!" Xiaolan looked at the uncle with a pouted mouth.

"Okay, it's up to you." Uncle Maori said helplessly.

Conan watched all this from the side, thinking that the uncle is actually very similar to eating with Aunt Yingri.

Conan recalled when he was about the same age as now, when Kudo Shin was a child. At that time, Uncle and Aunt Yingri should have been very affectionate. What happened to make the two separated for many years? Although I have always been curious, Conan never asked Xiaolan because he saw Xiaolan sobbing on the day when the uncle and Aunt Yingri separated.

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