Huang Mao stopped with some doubts, followed Sano's line of sight and looked over, and then he was shocked to find that what caught his eyes was...

Metropolitan Police Department.

To be precise, it was the Metropolitan Police Department that was already blocked by dense crowds of people.

This... is the rhythm of causing trouble.

Under Huang Mao's wide-eyed gaze, the time went back ten minutes.

After Miwako Sato sent Sano and others home, she immediately returned to the Metropolitan Police Department to work overtime to complete her unfinished work. However, because it was getting late, she bought a lunch box at a convenience store, intending to use it as a midnight snack.

As the car approached the Metropolitan Police Department, Miwako Sato's thoughts unconsciously returned to Sano's well-intentioned "reminder"...that pet owner.

Will it really be a black death?

Then should I report it to the above, lest something really goes wrong and I don’t even have a countermeasure and I’m in a hurry?

With this idea in mind, Sato Miwako parked the car and came to the gate of the Metropolitan Police Department.

Unexpectedly, as soon as I turned the corner, I found that the road was gone.

There are only walls of people and the uniform black special attack uniforms.

Why?

The lunch box in his hand clattered to the ground and fell into pieces.

Now I should be able to confirm that the dog was probably really bred by Heidi.

Miwako Sato was covered in cold sweat, and she had only one thought in her mind, and that was...

It's going to be bad!

...At the same time, Officer Megure, who was interrupted by a phone call from his appointment and rushed over in a hurry, was working hard to cooperate with his colleagues to control the situation.

Although in fact there is nothing easy to control, or there is nothing that can be controlled, because since the group of Black Death members who blocked the door suddenly appeared, nothing has been done, not even a conversation.

Just stand here quietly.

Neither making trouble nor evacuating.

It seems to be to declare sovereignty, or to warn something.

Officer Memu was sweating profusely after trying to communicate with the Black Death members, but failed to get any reply. Even though these people had done nothing, logically speaking, the police should not have any control over them, let alone any pressure.

But first we need to figure out where these guys are blocking.

Metropolitan Police Department!

And it’s the main entrance!

Let's not talk about whether being blocked here will hinder anything. Just the fact that the door is blocked is tantamount to stepping on the head of the neon police.

But Officer Mumu didn't dare to act rashly.

Otherwise, if a conflict really breaks out, with the number of people in the Metropolitan Police Department, unless they directly pull out large-scale weapons, they will be able to win.

And just when Officer Megure had a headache and was exhausted, Fujiyoshi Tetsuburo finally arrived late in a hurry, and the phone in his pocket vibrated.

I took it out and saw that it was a text message.

"Don't touch the damn dog!!!"

After seeing the text message, Fujiyoshi Yusaburo's mouth twitched, and his facial features suddenly became ferocious and distorted. He was so angry that he wanted to throw his phone.

"Son of a bitch, hindsight!"

Fujiyoshi Yezaburo knew very well why the Black Death would do such a thing.

Because as early as before, Black Death had arranged for someone to contact him, Fujiyoshi Yezaburo, and made a request, that is, to release the man-eating stray dog ​​caught today, and to do so in a just and fair manner.

.

Instead of letting him go secretly, or exchanging a civet cat for the prince or something like that.

Although it gave Fujiyoshi Yasaburo a little headache, he still mentioned this matter to his superiors.

The result was, of course, a flat rejection.

Even in Heishai, he personally sent a text message to Fujiyoshi Tesaburo using his own number.

That is, the threat of "If this is the case, then I can only take care of it myself."

Fujiyoshi Yasaburo, who was instantly nervous, immediately called his superiors.

Even after saying all the good and bad things, I still got a rebuffed answer, and even threatened, "They are just a group of bad boys. If you don't bother to care about them, they really think of themselves as characters. If you have the guts, just let him go and do it."

”.

So in anxiety and uneasiness, Fujiyoshi Yasaburo waited for the news that the door of the Metropolitan Police Department was blocked.

Still waiting for the instruction from the superior that is full of blame-shifting... If I had known this, you would have agreed directly from the beginning. Wouldn't it be simpler?

Are you really panicking now?

After scolding his superiors in his heart, Fujiyoshi Yezaburo calmed down a little.

If you think about it carefully, even if the Black Death blocked the door of the Metropolitan Police Department and made your superiors feel angry or even panicked, he shouldn't be so rude, right?

It feels like the Black Death is blocking not the Metropolitan Police Department door but...

suddenly.

Fujiyoshi Yasaburo remembered the scene in which the pants of the three of them were almost pulled out during the last negotiation.

Could it be that...

"Ha, that's really interesting!"

Fujiyoshi Yezaburo couldn't help but grin, feeling pleased with his thoughts.

Under the skin of the Black Death, there is access to everything, but there is also the existence of the Armed Detective Agency, and under the legal skin of the Armed Detective Agency, there is something deeper hidden.

This group of people has been called the "Everything House" by insiders in the circle. They are ruthless in their killings, coupled with their ability to collect intelligence and their hands and eyes everywhere, they have become famous in the circle during this period.

If Heidi is really serious, he plans to get rid of his superior.

Fujiyoshi Yasaburo didn't think it would be too difficult.

Do they go hand in hand?

It is truly a black death.

While sighing, Fujiyoshi Yezaburo also came up with an idea.

Just be lazy, go against the will and deliberately pretend not to have received the order, so that Heidi can kill that bitch and then take his place.

After grumbling for a while, Fujiyoshi Yezaburo finally took out his mobile phone and called Hei Shi. He conducted a short "negotiation" and confirmed the attitudes of both parties. Then he took his mobile phone to talk to Hei Shi who was blocking the door.

The Shinigami members started talking and finally succeeded in dispersing the group.

"Boss, what is going on here?"

Across the road, Huang Mao waited until Sano hung up the phone and immediately couldn't help but ask: "What do you think this means? Has anyone been arrested by the authorities?"

"Um."

Sano took back his cell phone and watched the Black Death members leave from the Metropolitan Police Department gate.

He reached out and stopped a taxi.

"But no one in the team seems to have any problems. Are they not members of the team, ordinary members, or are they boss and your other friends?"

"It's my dog."

"……dog??"

Huang Mao was stunned outside the car for a while, until Sano said impatiently, "Close the door if you don't want to get in the car." Then he came to his senses and quickly got in the car.

After the car started driving, Huang Mao blinked and asked another question.

"Boss, what are we going to do now?"

"negotiation."

"negotiation?"

Huang Mao was stunned again, then asked in surprise: "Why, they didn't agree to the request just now?"

"No, the one who agreed is now going to save all the dogs in Tokyo."

Sano glanced at the taxi driver who was carefully watching the two of them through the rearview mirror, and answered without any concealment.

…

The next day, news spread that the Black Death had blocked the entrance to the Metropolitan Police Department in the middle of the night.

Although most people don't know the reason for this, and only a few people know the inside story, there are still some people who can make a rough guess based on some clues.

For example Conan.

"Sure enough, that dog was actually raised by Hei Shi?"

...If it were just what happened yesterday, of course Conan wouldn't be so sure.
To be continued...