As Fumio Koike, the housekeeper of the Tatsumura family, called the police, Megure, an old acquaintance from the Tokyo Metropolitan Police Department, led several police officers from the evidence collection department and the criminal department to the crime scene in the study on the second floor. When the siren of the police car came downstairs, Ogata knew that the Search Section 1 should still be responsible for this jurisdiction. ¡°Brother Ogata?¡± As soon as Megure walked into the study room, he saw Ogata with a smile on his face. Ogata shrugged and smiled bitterly: "Police department, it's just a coincidence. Our family appeared at the scene of the crime again." This coincidence is like a curse. As long as their figures appear, people will die wherever they go. "I'm used to it now." Megure said with relief as his eyes swept over the somewhat embarrassed Mouri Kogoro, Xiaolan and Conan. Ogata asked: "Police department, have you brought the tools I want to use?" When the housekeeper Fumio Koike called the police, he specifically asked Megure to send someone to his office to bring the tools he wore when he was on duty. Bring the box over. ¡°Yeah.¡± Mumu nodded and ordered a police officer from the evidence collection department to bring it over. After taking over the metal, slightly heavy toolbox, Ogata once again devoted himself to his role after more than a month on the Death Note journey. He is a forensic doctor, a forensic doctor who uses his own ability to fulfill the wishes of the deceased. Ogata took his toolbox and entered the clue area that had been sealed off by the forensics department. He greeted his familiar colleagues. He placed the toolbox on his desk and took out a disposable White gloves. "The deceased had a slight purple tint on his fingertips and lips, and there was no obvious rigor mortis or spots on his body. We should further focus on the possibility that he died of poisoning. , and the time of death was about thirty minutes before we arrived in this study, and I found a small pinhole in the neck of the deceased Tatsumura, which should be the main cause of death by the prisoner." Ogata hasn't waited. When they started to examine the body, a dark-skinned brat wearing a blue coat and hat started talking nonstop, looking over the body with his hands. Hearing the noise, Megure came back to his senses and saw a strange guy disturbing Ogata's work. He couldn't help but ask: "Who is this guy? If he enters the clue area casually, he will destroy very important evidence." "He My name is Hattori Heiji, a high school detective from the Kansai region," Mouri Kogoro explained quickly. Megure was startled and showed a surprised expression: "You are the son of the Osaka Police Chief who has a flat abdomen. I heard that Hattori Heiji helped the police there solve many cases?" "Well, you are the chief of the Tokyo Police Station. "Twilight Police Department," Hattori Heiji said. Megure nodded, becoming familiar with the other party's identity: "Although I have some friendship with your father, the autopsy work here should be left to Brother Ogata for Heiji Abdomen, because he is the expert." "Huh? " Hattori Heiji was a little surprised, because what he said was professional and detailed enough. Whether it was the cause of death or the time of death, it was not necessarily worse than what he remembered from the forensic doctors he had seen many times. In order to become an excellent detective, Heiji Heiji also read a lot about forensic identification. And because his father is the police chief, he has personally experienced many crime scenes and killings, and almost every time he can directly infer data such as the cause of death. ¡°Just because he knew enough about forensic identification, he had great doubts that Ogata Yusuke could use these things to solve the case. Hattori Heiji is very confident and has enough basis. Regarding what he just said, he is absolutely certain. Even the forensic doctors in Osaka area admire his accurate judgment. Therefore, using such a method can shock Kogoro Mouri, Tou Tatsumura's family, the Tokyo police, and even Ogata, who he felt did not take him seriously from the meeting to the crime. Yusuke. But things didn¡¯t go as smoothly as expected! Hattori Heiji is good at observation. Because of this observation ability, the information he captured is very different from what he imagined. First there were the slightly scolding words from Mu Mu, then the indifference of the wretched uncle Maori Xiao Ulan, and the plain expressions of Xiaolan and Conan, plus these police officers were working as usual. It can be said that throughout the crime scene, their views on him did not change because of their own judgment. They felt that he was a very powerful high school detective and could even replace the work of forensic doctors. Only the relatives of the Tatsumura family looked at Hattori Heiji with satisfaction. But "The faster the efficiency, the greater the deviation. The test of forensic medicine is not to determine the outcome at a glance, but to find what they really want to express in the details. The difference in the level of a job is not reflected in how much one knows, but in how hard one works. How much." Ogata put on his gloves, and when Hattori Heiji left the body and reluctantly walked out of the clue area, a random voice came into the latter's ears. Um? Hattori Heiji looked at this man with a bit of annoyance, his expression was calm, but he secretly gritted his teeth. Damn forensic doctor! Teach yourself a lesson arrogantly. You, a forensic doctor who claims to be different from other forensic doctors, have what ability you have to change my opinion. Xiaolan looked at Hattori Heiji and Ogata, who was starting to prepare. She was a girl, so of course she could tell that the former was stubbornly determined to compete with her cousin. "Conan, do you also think your cousin is more powerful?" Of course she thinks Ogata is more powerful, but she still wants to hear other people's thoughts. Xiaolan lowered her head and just finished speaking, but found that Conan's face was covered with sweat, trying his best to hide his pain: "If Brother Shinichi were here, I would have to admire my cousin's forensic skills, which are second to none in the world." "Conan, Are you really okay?" Xiaolan asked with concern when she saw how uncomfortable Conan was. Conan knows that this crime scene seems to be a duel between Ogata Yusuke and Hattori Heiji, but in fact there is a third one who is not far behind! And this third person is him. After his body became smaller, he thought that as long as he used Mouri Kogoro and the voice changer given to him by the doctor, he could continue his favorite detective solving crimes. But in fact, after this cousin who majored in forensic medicine returned to China, although he was modest, he showed that he used his ability to suppress his self-confidence. In his heart, he refuses to admit defeat. Like Hattori Heiji, Kudo Shinichi has a competitive spirit. So every time he comes to the scene of a crime, he is looking for an opportunity to win against his cousin! And this time, the opponent is not only Ogata¡¯s cousin, but also a kid who came from Osaka to show off. 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 to find out the truth about the murder of a diplomat. "Sister Xiaolan, I'm fine." Conan endured the pain and replied. He looked at Ogata and Hattori Heiji. As Kudo Shinichi's dignity, he told himself that he could never remain silent like this. Ogata knew that everyone did not give Hattori Heiji praise and positive comments entirely because although this boy was excellent, he did not know the cruel side of society. . If your ability is shown in a bright place, it will only be trampled on. Only by shining in the most inconspicuous moments is the ability to be convincing. ????????????????????????????????????????????????????? And in fact, it is indeed the case. ¡°He doesn¡¯t like people looking down on forensic medicine, and he doesn¡¯t like it when someone thinks they are a forensic doctor just by saying a few words. During his studies in the United States, Ogata, who had read more than 500 forensic identification books and more than 1,500 biological and medical professional books, did not thoroughly study the expressive power of corpses and what the limits were. With some thoughts aside, Ogata calmed down and focused his eyes on the corpse. Did he really die of poisoning? (To be continued. Please search Piaotian Literature, the novels will be better and updated faster!)