Rebirth of Conan as a Detective

copper seat.

After a busy day, he went shopping with Ye and Xiaolan, while Gao Cheng, Hattori Heiji and Conan found a baseball batting gym.

When he was in Shikoku, he wanted to try to use a baseball machine to train the speed of his shots, but he couldn't realize it because of various things. This time, Hattori Heiji accidentally mentioned this kind of sports game before he remembered it again.

"Is there any problem?" Hattori Heiji walked into the adjacent two batting rooms with Takacheng after warming up, "The coffee shop opened on the first day and came here to play regardless..."

"It's okay, they will do well."

Gao Cheng stood in the batting room with a bat in his hand. He said it was a batting room, but in fact it was a batting area separated by a net on the entire field. At the end of a long strip of field was the pitching machine.

Conan stood on the sidelines with downcast eyes: "It must be because I came here on the last day of today's event..."

"What activity?" Hattori asked in confusion when he heard Conan muttering before he started hitting the ball.

Conan glanced at the notice board on the other side: "In the past few days of the shop celebration, as long as the batting score reaches the standard, you can get a recharge card. I heard that if you are lucky, you can keep playing for free..."

"Huh?" The corners of Hattori's eyes twitched, "I thought this guy kindly invited me to play."

Gao Cheng looked angrily at the two people who were gossiping in front of them, and said to Hattori with a snort, "As long as I win the recharge card, what's the difference between asking you to play?"

Hattori became interested, looked directly at Gao Cheng, waved the bat in his hand and said with a smile: "Then let's see who has the most hits?"

"If you want to compare, I'd be more than happy."

Gao Cheng took a closer look at the confident Hattori.

I don't know what level Hattori Heiji is at playing baseball. It is definitely better than him, a novice who has never touched baseball. However, if he is just playing batting, he will not lose.

Even if Lake Toya is replaced with a bat, there is still no problem hitting a baseball...

Gao Cheng swung the bat reflexively as the pitching machine began to pitch.

"Bang!" There was a crisp impact sound, and a baseball in the next room was hit high by Hattori Heiji.

"Eh?"

Gao Cheng held up the bat and stared stiffly at the baseball falling behind him.

empty……

Hattori suppressed a smile, and prepared to hit the ball again: "Kito, it seems that you are only playing baseball for the first time, and you don't even have the right posture."

Gao Cheng's face turned red, and he prepared again: "It's only the first ball."

"Bang! Bang! Bang!"

The pitching machine threw high-speed balls one after another. As if destined to counterattack with Gao Cheng, they all failed one by one. When the grim-faced Gao Cheng came back to his senses, a group of 20 balls had all been thrown.

It was a hot day, but suddenly it was chilly in the batting field. In sharp contrast, Hattori next door had hit all 20 high-speed balls, and the second set of shots had already started, which attracted a series of exclamations, and many people were waiting outside the field. Many people gathered outside Hattori's batting room.

"All, all hit!"

"How many home runs was it just now?"

Gao Cheng was sticking his bat, with a trace of sweat dripping from the corners of his eyes.

There is no need for a second round, the loss has already been complete.

what to do? I feel like I can't step down from the stage. I just said big words, how can I save face?

But it's a bit unscientific to actually miss a single ball. Is this wearing a supporting role halo? Although I never thought of being the protagonist, but I can't be the supporting role of Hattori...

Gao Cheng took a deep breath, forced himself to calm down, and recalled the reason why he missed the shot just now.

The inability to judge the timing of the shot in advance is of course a reason, but most of the reason is that his body movements are uncoordinated and he is too anxious.

Moreover, the bat is not a wooden knife after all, and he has not yet adapted to the difference between the two.

Concentrated and started the second game, Gao Cheng ignored the noise around him and devoted himself to hitting the ball.

"Whew!" As before, a high-speed ball flew out of the pitching machine. Gao Cheng held the baseball tightly and remained unmoved until the high-speed ball hit him.

see

The trajectory of baseball...

"boom!"

There was a crisp impact sound, and this time it didn't miss. Although the angle of the hit was bad for baseball, it hit a ball solidly.

Hattori caught sight of Gao Cheng's movements from the corner of his eye while hitting the ball, and his eyes narrowed slightly.

It's a bad shot for baseball, it's not much better than a miss, but he can see clearly that Gao Cheng used swordsmanship just now.

It is definitely a stunning blow for Kendo...

"This guy," Hattori's eyes twitched, and he muttered with a dark face, "do you want to practice swords in this kind of place?"

After several batting rounds, Hattori won by a big lead. Compared with Gao Cheng's frequent misses, he hardly missed a serve, and even set the highest record since the opening of the baseball batting hall. Even the batting hall was alarmed and came here in person watch the battle.

Hattori himself felt a little unbelievable, the feeling had never been so good, it felt like he was blessed by a mysterious power.

If I had known the benefits of playing with Gao Cheng, I should have called Gao Cheng to Osaka...

"It's amazing," the batting hall manager exclaimed as Hattori walked out of the batting room wiping his sweat after hitting the ball. "If it was you, you would definitely be able to complete that challenge."

"That challenge?" Hattori was stunned.

...

In the special area of ​​the stadium, a group of people followed the manager to an empty batting room, and even Gao Cheng and Conan followed curiously.

Unlike other batting rooms, the vacated space is slightly more luxurious and has more space.

Pointing to a pitching machine, the manager proudly said: "This machine can throw balls at a maximum speed of 240km/h, the highest speed in Japan. Up to now, few people can hit it. Even if they hit it, it is just luck. .”

Hattori wiped off his sweat and entered the batting room with a wry smile.

What are you doing, why does everyone think that he can hit it?

Such a fast ball can only rely on luck, right?

But this kind of pitching machine, as long as it is calculated in advance, it is not impossible to hit...

"Whew!" The high-speed ball flew past Hattori's ear in a swish, without even waiting for him to swing the bat.

Hattori's face slumped, he clenched his bat firmly, calculated his timing, and swung first before the next high-speed pitch was thrown.

call out!

Although he swung the bat this time, he didn't even hit the corner of the ball, so Hattori's movements seemed a little funny.

Gao Cheng couldn't help laughing: "Hatori, you're not much better..."

"hateful……"

Hattori's brows twitched, and after another wave, he stopped hitting the ball and shouted to Gao Cheng angrily: "It's impossible to hit in a short time, you have to calculate the timing and the position of hitting the ball!"

"But I think it's very simple, it's just that the speed of the ball is a little faster." Gao Cheng blinked and said.

"Then try it yourself!" Hattori pulled the corners of his eyes, and pushed Gaocheng into the hitting room with a displeased face, "You will know how difficult it is after hitting it once!"

"Okay, okay."

Gao Cheng swallowed his saliva under Hattori's fierce gaze. He took the bat with a sigh of relief.

Hattori just hit the ball, he has almost seen it clearly, the time interval of the pitch is similar to other machines, and the change of the ball path is quite limited.

"Bang!" The first ball was sent, Gao Cheng stood calmly without swinging the bat, but the high-speed ball hit the bat automatically and bounced off.

There was an exclamation outside the stadium.

"You're so lucky, aren't you?"

"The ball actually hit itself..."

Hattori's expression was restrained, and he frowned slightly looking at Gao Cheng's firm back.

It seems that the ball was not lucky enough to hit it, but it is too exaggerated to accurately judge the trajectory of the ball in advance...

Gao Cheng took a deep breath, gripped the bat tightly and lowered his center of gravity.

The first test was somewhat lucky, and the next step was to hit with all his strength. It was a matter of saving face, so he couldn't admit cowardice in front of Hattori.

And if there is no Lake Toya, he can't even hit a baseball. Doesn't it mean that he is useless?

Facing the pitching machine, Gao Cheng seems to have returned to the time when he faced the knife-testing murderer in the Toya Lake World.

With a flushed blade, it was already difficult to react when the knife was drawn, and the result was an instant kill.

If he doesn't want to repeat the same mistakes, he must keep up.

"Bang!" Almost when he saw the machine throwing the ball, Gao Cheng's body tensed up instantly, and the bat hit an afterimage hard and fast.

"Bang!" The high-speed ball turned back and crashed back into the pitching machine. Before everyone could realize what happened, they saw the pitching machine crashing into a malfunction, and even the pitching port was hit to the ground to emit a burst of smoke.

"F, what happened?"

"What happened to the ball just now?"

Standing among the dazed crowd, Hattori stared blankly, frequently looking at the bat in Gao Cheng's hand.

It turned out to be really done, whether it is luck or not, a hit is a hit, and one goal surpasses everything...

"Hey, Kudo," Hattori asked Conan softly, "Has Kido been like this before? Is this really the first time he played batting?"

"Who knows?"

Conan and a pair of dead fish looked at the scene where they cried out again and again after the silence. Gao Cheng, who was surrounded in the middle, seemed to be a hero returning after defeating him. He calmly and straightly followed the manager to leave.

"Where did this guy learn swordsmanship?" Conan couldn't figure it out.

It's not just that I don't know where Gao Cheng's sword skills come from, I don't even know what level Gao Cheng has reached now...

"I'm really sorry." In the manager's office, Gao Cheng straightened his back, but two lines of tears flowed down his face, "I didn't expect... I will pay the compensation anyway... Can I install it in installments?"

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