As the butler of Tamura's family, Fumio Koike, called the police, an old acquaintance from the Tokyo Metropolitan Police Department, Megu, led several police officers from the evidence collection department and the criminal department to the crime scene in the study on the second floor.

The police car's whistle came downstairs, and Ohba knew that the search department should be responsible for this jurisdiction.

"Brother Okata?" As soon as Memu walked into the study, he saw Okata with a smile on his face.

Okabata shrugged and smiled bitterly: "Police Department, it's just a coincidence. Our family appeared at the crime scene again." This coincidence was like a spell. As long as their figures appeared, people would die everywhere.

"I've gotten used to it." Meguru's eyes swept over the somewhat awkward Kogoro Mori, Koran and Conan, and said with relief.

Okaba asked: "Police Department, have I brought the tools I want to use?"

When the butler Fumio Koike called the police, he specifically reminded Megu to send someone to his office to bring the toolbox he wore when he was attending.

"Yeah." Megu nodded and ordered a police officer from the evidence collection department to bring it over.

After taking over the metal texture and a slightly heavy toolbox, Okata once again devoted himself to his role after more than a month's journey of death notes.

He is a forensic doctor, a forensic doctor who fulfills the wishes of the deceased through his own abilities.

Okara took his toolbox and entered the clue area that had been blocked by the evidence collection department. He greeted his familiar colleagues. He placed the toolbox on his desk and took out disposable white gloves from the partition on the first floor.

"The deceased Dacundong had a slight purple phenomenon on the fingertips and lips of the body. Moreover, his body did not have obvious corpse stiffness and corpse spots. It should be further locked in. He died of poisoning, and the death time was about thirty minutes before we arrived in this study. Moreover, I found a small pinhole at the neck of the deceased Dacundong, which should be the main cause of death for the prisoner to kill him."

Before Soya began to check the body, a stinky brat wearing a blue coat and a hat and dark skin was already talking nonstop, looking back and forth with his hands.

Hearing the movement, Megu came to his senses and saw a strange guy disturbing Ogata's work. He couldn't help but question: "Who is this kid? He will destroy very important evidence when he enters the clue area."

"His name is Hattori Heiji, and he is a high school detective from the Kansai area." Kogoro Mouri quickly explained.

Meguchi was stunned and showed a surprised expression: "You are the young master of the Osaka Police Commissioner Hirazo, who was the abdomen of Hattori. I heard that Hattori Heiji, who helped the police there solve many cases?"

"Well, you are the Meguro Police Department of the Tokyo Police Department." Hattori Heiji said.

Megu nodded, familiarizing himself with the other party’s identity: “Although you have some friendship with your father, you can leave the autopsy work here to my brother Okara, because he is the expert.”

"Hahain?" Hattori Heiji was a little surprised because what he said was professional enough and detailed enough. Whether it was the cause of death or the time of death, it was not necessarily worse than the forensic doctor who had seen many times in his impression.

In order to become an excellent detective, Heiji, the book service department of forensic identification, has read a lot. Moreover, because his father is the director of the police, he personally experienced many crime scenes and murders. Almost every time, he can directly infer data such as the cause of death.

It is because he has enough knowledge of forensic identification that he has great doubts about Yusuke Okao being able to use these things to solve the case.

Hattori Heiji is very confident and has enough evidence.

For what I said just now, even the forensic doctors in Osaka admired his accurate conclusion. So by throwing out such a method, it can shock whether it is Kogoro Mouri, Tatsumura's family, or the Tokyo police.

Even he felt that Yusuke Okata, who had not taken him seriously from the meeting to the crime.

But things didn't go as smoothly as expected!

Hattori Heiji is good at observation, and it is precisely because of this observation that the information he captured is very different from the existence in his imagination.

First, Meguchi's words of reprimand, then the wretched uncle Maori Xiao Ulan was completely indifferent, as well as the dull expressions of Xiaolan and Conan, and the police officers were working as usual.

It can be said that the entire crime scene did not change their views on themselves because of their own judgment. They thought he was a very powerful high school detective and could even replace the job of a forensic doctor.

Only the relatives of the Tamura family cast a satisfied look at Hattori Heiji.

But

"The faster the efficiency, the greater the deviation. What the forensic doctor tests is not to determine the outcome at a glance, but to find what they really want to express in detail. The difference in the degree of a job is not reflected in how much you know, but how much you have put your heart into."

Ogata put on gloves and when Hattori Heiji left the body and had no choice but to walk out of the clue area, a random sound came into the latter's ears.

Um?

Hattori Heiji looked at the man with a little annoyed look, with a calm expression, but he gritted his teeth secretly.

Damn forensic doctor! I taught myself a lesson with an old-fashioned person.

What ability do you, a forensic doctor who claims to be different from other forensic doctors, have to change my view?

Xiaoran looked at Hattori Heiji and Ogata who started preparing for the work. She was a girl. Of course, she could tell that the former was stubborn and wanted to distinguish between her cousin.

"Conan, do you think your cousin is more powerful?"

Of course she thought Ogata was even better, but she still wanted to hear what others thought.

Xiaolan lowered her head, and just finished speaking, she found Conan's face was covered in sweat, trying her best to hide his pain: "If Xinyi brother is here, I have to admire my cousin's forensic skills, which is the best in the world."

"Conan, are you really okay?" Xiaolan said caringly when she saw Conan feels so uncomfortable.

Conan knew that the scene of the case seemed to be a showdown between Yusuke Ogata and Heiji Hattori, but in fact, there was a third person who was unwilling to fall behind!

And this third person is him.

After his body became smaller, he thought that as long as he used the voice changer given by Kogoro Mouri and the doctoral speaker, he could continue to solve the case he liked. But in fact, after this forensic cousin returned to China, although he was humble, the things he showed were strongly suppressing his self-confidence with his ability.

He was unwilling to admit defeat in his heart. Like Hattori Heiji, he was competitive Kudo Shinichi.

So every time he comes to the crime scene, he is looking for opportunities to win his cousin!

And this time, the opponent is not only Okata's cousin, but also a boy who ran over from Osaka to show off himself.

Conan wiped the sweat from his forehead. He wanted to stay here to find clues, clues that would be helpful to the progress of the case, and find out the truth about the murder of the diplomat.

"Sister Xiaolan, I'm fine." Conan replied, enduring the pain.

He looked at Okata, Hattori Heiji. As Kudo Shinichi's dignity, he told himself that he could never speak silently anymore

Ogata knew that everyone did not give Hattori Heiji praise or positive evaluation, because although this kid was excellent, he did not know the cruel side of society. His abilities were reflected in bright places and would only be trampled on. Only by radiating brilliance at the most inconspicuous moments can he be convincing.

Moreover, with his own thinking directions generated by the forensic inferences, his unreasonable execution of forensic obligations will make everyone feel that this kid is just a young boy who wants to show off. In fact, this is indeed the case.

He didn't like someone who looked down on the forensic doctor, and he didn't like someone who felt that he had done the forensic doctor after a few words.

During his study in the United States, Okara, who had read more than 500 forensic identification books and more than 1,500 biological and medical books, did not study the expressiveness of corpses thoroughly. What is the limit?

After skipping some of his views, Okabata calmed down, focusing his eyes on the body.

Did he really die of poisoning? (To be continued. Please search for Astronomy, novels are better, updated and faster!)
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