Half an hour later, Kozo's screams finally came to an abrupt halt.
Among the girls who had been looking down, covering their eyes, and not daring to look directly, a few gathered the courage to glance over… and that scene was enough to shock them for a lifetime.
That mass of mosaic could no longer be called a 'person'.
As a side note, a quick science lesson: the average length of a bull's 'weapon' is nearly 50 centimeters.
That's why in the previous life, in the author's home country, it was called… 'bull's tool'.
"Haha! Hahaha! AHAHAHA!"
Replacing Kozo's screams was Makoto's manic laughter, once again transforming into the fifth member of the Uchiha Maniacal Laughter quartet.
There was no shortage of well-bred young ladies like Toyomi at Shuchi'in Academy, who had seen many grand scenes with their parents.
But at this moment, they were all completely stunned.
Listening to the maniacal laughter echoing over the breeding farm, everyone couldn't help but shiver.
"Wee-woo… Wee-woo… Wee-woo…"
Just then, the piercing sound of police sirens grew closer.
The students surrounding the breeding farm turned their heads to see several police cars roaring into the campus, with a large number of officers rushing out and heading towards them.
The fat officer leading them was none other than Inspector Megure Juzo.
Clearly, someone had called the police.
But then again… the police in the Conan World were indeed all useless, only arriving after the deed was done.
Yesterday, when Shinichi had called the police, their response time had been quite fast.
Perhaps they decided their response speed based on the identity of the person reporting the crime.
After rushing into the breeding farm and seeing the 'horror' inside, Sato Miwako, Takagi Wataru, and the others were completely dumbfounded.
Just yesterday, they had seen a corpse separated from its head… Sawanaga Taisuke. That way of dying was already tragic enough.
They didn't expect that the very next day, a new method of death would set a new low in their cognition, and what was even more absurd was that the person who did this was the same one.
"Don't move, Nishikawa Makoto!"
Sato Miwako, rushing at the front, shouted sternly, preparing to use her best arrest technique to subdue him.
However, Makoto simply sidestepped and extended his leg, sending the Tokyo Metropolitan Police Department's flower falling flat on her face.
Makoto turned his head to look at this group, still showing that mocking smile.
The police officers from the First Investigative Division behind Inspector Megure, seeing their goddess humiliated, quickly drew their guns, pointing them at Makoto.
"He's going to be arrested," Chisa said quietly.
Hana clicked her tongue regretfully: "What a shame... I actually thought he was pretty cool."
Her reason was simple… she didn't like Kozo either.
Every time she had this guy's class, his eyes would always be lecherously scanning the female students.
Hana had barely finished speaking.
The next second… Makoto disappeared.
He appeared in the air seven or eight meters above, diving headfirst, almost as a blur.
The surrounding police officers who had drawn their guns didn't even have time to raise their hands.
Then, some eagle-eyed students vaguely noticed that his eyes had turned into an eerie red at that moment.
Immediately after, in the instant the surrounding police officers hurriedly raised their hands, Makoto crossed his arms and flicked them backward… as if throwing something.
Bang! Bang! Bang! Bang! Bang!
Several afterimages descended from the sky, precisely hitting the guns in the hands of those police officers, which were all neatly sliced in half.
Toyomi and the others looked down and saw that what had knocked the pistols out were shuriken-like projectiles, resembling those used by ancient Ninjas.
Some had cut through the pistols, others had cut off the wrists of those police officers!
"Is he... still human?"
Looking at the broken guns and severed hands scattered all over the ground, Haruno was stunned, muttering to herself in shock.
She was the one who had called the police and brought Inspector Megure and the others here.
She had heard yesterday about her younger sister being slapped at school.
As a devoted sister complex, Haruno, of course, couldn't let that slide.
So as soon as she saw Makoto appear in the university division, she immediately did not hesitate to call the police.
Although, given Haruno's personality, she would probably prefer to destroy him with her own hands.
But this time, she didn't dare to do that—
Although this young woman was somewhat similar to Makoto in nature, both being thrill-seekers, she only dared to lay a hand on those weaker than herself.
Facing someone stronger than herself, she didn't have the guts.
Especially not a madman like Makoto, who dared to commit murder in public… who knew what such a person might do once provoked.
Inspector Megure and Sato Miwako could be said to be the luckiest among the officers present, neither losing their hands nor their guns.
The former because he was in charge of command and didn't draw his gun immediately, the latter because she was already on the ground, and Makoto simply ignored her.
But even so, both were scared half to death.
They had originally thought he was just relatively strong, but... this was a freaking superhuman, right?!
Makoto landed, swept his gaze over the police officers lying on the ground moaning, and then walked away.
'So pathetic, bullying them didn't even give a sense of accomplishment.'
It wasn't until Makoto's figure had completely disappeared from sight that Inspector Megure snapped back to reality.
Realizing how disgracefully he and his subordinates had just behaved, witnessed by so many students, even he, a police officer of over twenty years, couldn't help but feel his face flush.
But now was not the time for that.
"Ambulance! Call an ambulance quickly!" Sato Miwako came to her senses and shouted.
…
On the other side.
Having disposed of another piece of trash he had wanted to eliminate in his previous life, Makoto was in an exceptionally good mood.
He decided to find a place to train properly.
He couldn't be bothered to disguise himself with the Transformation Technique and simply walked alone down the street.
Without any dependents to hold him back, he had nothing to fear in the real world.
And given the level of uselessness of the police in the Conan World, after being scared like that just now, Makoto figured those idiots would need at least ten days to half a month to come up with a plan.
Just then, a gentle breeze blew.
On the upward slope ahead, a white beret was lifted by the wind and floated leisurely towards him.