When Yoshida Jirou turned around and saw Yoshida Taro again, he instantly understood everything and cursed furiously.
"Taro! You bastard! You son of a bitch! You actually betrayed me?! I'm your own brother! You'd even sell your own brother! Are you even human?!"
Yoshida Taro shrank his neck from the scolding, but he didn't back down. "I... what could I do?! You almost killed me! Do you know how terrifying they are?!"
He subconsciously touched his stomach, which was still churning.
Koleda coldly interrupted the brothers' heartfelt argument. "Yoshida Jirou-san, now is not the time to discuss your brotherly affection. Tell me, why did you hire a killer to murder me?"
Yoshida Jirou suddenly stopped, his eyes flickering. He feigned calmness, sticking out his neck.
"Kill... kill you? Who wants to kill you? I don't even know you! This is illegal detention! I'm calling the police!"
"Call the police?"
Koleda's lips curved slightly, her tone flat,
"Be my guest. However, before that, I hope you think clearly. I am not the police. I don't need conclusive evidence to act. I just need to know who wants to harm me, that's enough."
Yoshida Taro also quickly whispered, "Jirou! Just tell them the truth! They... they're really not to be trifled with! That big guy... he..."
Recalling his experience of being swung around like a windmill, his voice took on a crying tone.
Yoshida Jirou looked at his brother's cowardly demeanor, then at Ben in the driver's seat. His heart also began to pound, but he still gritted his teeth, trying to hold on.
"Hmph! Don't try to scare me! If you have the guts, then do something! Anyway, I don't know anything! Without evidence, the police will have to let me go!"
Koleda said nothing more, only tilted her head slightly and glanced at Ben.
Ben immediately understood, unbuckled his seatbelt, got out of the car, and opened the rear door.
Yoshida Jirou watched in horror as Ben's large hand reached in. "You, what do you want to do?! I warn you, don't mess around!"
The next second, his warning turned into futile struggles and piercing screams.
A familiar scene played out again.Ben easily dragged Yoshida Jirou out of the car and once again swung him around like a large windmill.
"Waaahhhhhhh—! Let me down! I'm dizzy! I'm going to throw up!" Yoshida Jirou's screams echoed in the silent alley.After a few rotations, he was thrown to the ground, and like his brother, he lay on the ground, vomiting uncontrollably, tears and snot streaming down his face.
When he had slightly recovered, Koleda slowly got out of the car.
She didn't look at Yoshida Jirou, who was vomiting on the ground, but walked directly to the rear of the car and opened the trunk.
To the astonished gazes of Mouri Kogoro, Conan, and the Yoshida brothers, she pulled out a huge engineering hammer from the trunk.
The engineering hammer looked extremely heavy, its head was even larger than Conan's head.
Under everyone's incredulous gazes, Koleda easily carried the huge engineering hammer with one hand, walked up to Yoshida Jirou, and casually threw the hammer with a clang onto the empty ground in front of him, kicking up a small cloud of dust.
Then, she directly sat on the head of the huge engineering hammer, as if it were just an ordinary stool.
Mouri Kogoro was dumbfounded Are... are you kidding?! That hammer looks like it weighs at least tens of kilograms! She actually picked it up with one hand?!
Conan was equally shocked What's with this girl's strength?! How can such a slender body lift such a large engineering hammer with one hand? This is completely unscientific!
Yoshida Jirou looked up at Koleda, who was sitting on the hammer-stool, looking down at him from above,then at the huge hammerhead, gleaming with metallic luster, so close at hand, and swallowed hard.
If he were hit by that thing, he'd probably be in a wheelchair for the rest of his life.
"I'll tell you! I'll tell you! I'll tell you everything!"
Yoshida Jirou gave in, crying out,
"I'm the one who asked my brother to kill you... but I was forced to!"
"Explain clearly." Koleda frowned.
"It's a man named Mitsui Ichiro!"
Yoshida Jirou spilled everything like pouring beans from a bamboo tube,
"He's my drinking buddy, we often drink together! A few days ago, he suddenly found me, gave me 10 million Japanese yen in cash,and told me to find a way to... get rid of you! My... my company has been having financial difficulties recently, and we're almost unable to pay our employees... I was momentarily possessed by greed, so I... I agreed... But how could I dare to kill someone myself! So I... I thought of finding someone else to do it... I found my brother and gave him 4 million..."
"What?! You received 10 million and only gave me 4 million?!"
Yoshida Taro, who had originally been scared, instantly forgot his fear upon hearing this and shouted angrily,
"Yoshida Jirou! You're too black-hearted! I'm your own brother! How could you take so much in kickbacks?!"
"Shut up! You good-for-nothing! You can't even handle this small task! And you have the nerve to talk!" Yoshida Jirou retorted, enraged and ashamed.
Seeing the two brothers about to argue again, Koleda stood up and gently kicked the engineering hammer on the ground with the tip of her shoe, producing a crisp "clang" sound.
The two instantly fell silent.
"Mitsui Ichiro..."
Koleda repeated the name and asked,
"Why did he do this? Who is he?"
"I don't know why he did it either!"
Yoshida Jirou said with a mournful face,
"He's just an ordinary office worker, seems to work at some trading company... Usually, besides loving to drink and brag, there's nothing special about him... I really don't know why he wants to kill you!"
Conan pouted It seems this Mitsui Ichiro isn't the real mastermind either. Nowadays, even murder is outsourced in layers, huh?
"Now, call him." Koleda commanded, "In your way, ask him out for a drink. Now, immediately."
Yoshida Jirou dared not disobey. He tremblingly took out his phone, found Mitsui Ichiro's number, dialed it, and put it on speakerphone.
After a few rings, the call connected, and a slightly hoarse male voice came through. "Moshimoshi? Jirou-kun? What's up? Want to drink again?"
Yoshida Jirou tried to make his voice sound light and cheerful. "Hehe, Mitsui-kun, you guessed it! I'm in a good mood, want to come out for a couple of drinks? Our usual spot?"
However, Mitsui Ichiro on the other end hesitated, and with a somewhat strange tone, he refused. "Uh... tonight? Tonight's not good... it's not very convenient..."
"What's wrong? Is your wife strict?" Yoshida Jirou tried to ease the tension with a joke.
"No..."
Mitsui Ichiro lowered his voice and said mysteriously,
"I'm telling you, I went to see that famous fortune teller a few days ago, right? The fortune teller said my luck is bad recently, and nothing is suitable,
especially drinking! He said drinking would bring great misfortune! So I should just lie low for now... Another day, I'll treat you another day!"