CONAN: I have a compositing station

This sleep, Natsuki slept until the next morning.

Another sunny morning.

Natsuki woke up from a deep sleep, and Shiho Miyano was no longer seen beside him.

From the stairs to the first floor.

The sisters were in the dining room.

The sisters leaned together, and Akemi Miyano seemed to be saying something, and after seeing Natsuki come down, the ridicule on her face became more and more obvious.

Shiho Miyano always maintained an indifferent expression.

"Good morning."

After greeting the sisters, Natsuki walked to the table and sat down.

White porridge was served on the table, and the sisters had a small bowl each.

Akemi Miyano got up, walked to the kitchen, and took out Natsuki's share.

"I'm not a pig, Sister Akemi," Natsuki looked at the large basin in front of him and said a little helplessly.

"In other words, I slept all day? Or two days?

"Eat more, you've worked hard." Akemi Miyano covered her mouth and chuckled.

Xia Mu suddenly made a big red face.

However, he has always been familiar with "The Self-cultivation of Actors", and his acting skills have been personally affirmed by Belmode, so he controlled his expression well.

Natsuki gently stirred the white porridge with a spoon.

One by one, the red hidden under the white porridge slowly floated up from under the basin.

The originally pure white porridge suddenly turned red and white.

"Huo, and red dates."

Natsuki looked surprised, but soon realized that something was wrong.

This red date, it seems that it is not very serious....

Natsuki scooped up a spoonful and tasted it.

Sure enough, it is the "last resort" of middle-aged men.

Natsuki looked up faintly and glanced at Akemi Miyano.

How old is he, don't need this thing!

"Ahem, after a day of sleep, I'm hungry, eat quickly."

Akemi Miyano said with a smile.

Eating breakfast, Akemi Miyano suddenly spoke.

"By the way, several waves of people came to you yesterday, and I said that you went to collect style for new comics."

"What people?"

Natsuki looked up from the rice bowl.

"Emmm...," Akemi Miyano pondered.

"It started out as an old aunt. Coming on crutches seems to be a commissioned thing. "

Delegate? Do you remember what specific physical characteristics the other party has, and does the content of the commission say?

As soon as he heard that there was a commission, Xia Mu's eyes lit up.

Akemi Miyano shook her head.

"I can't remember exactly, a lot of people came yesterday."

The old man said his only grandson was hit and killed by a car. But the police did not arrest the murderer, just said that it was an accident, and sent her away, not willing to investigate the case at all.

"Then, if you look for the media, this kind of thing should work a little better, why would you think of coming to me."

Natsuki was a little curious.

Listening to this meaning, the old man suspected that the police were covering the murderer?

But why did the other party think of coming to him.

After all, he is just a detective, and in the eyes of the outside world, he can't do these things at all.

"On crutches, I should be old, if I know someone, I will think of finding that person first when I encounter something."

Shiho Miyano spoke lightly on the side.

"Yes, the old man listened to his grandson, who was holding my hand, and her cloudy eyes were soaked with tears."

"I still remember that look."

"She said that her grandson liked your comics very much, and said that you can do everything, there is no case that you can't solve."

Hearing this, Xia Mu subconsciously sat up straight, and a serious expression appeared on his face.

The old man thought of his grandson because of his words before his death, when there was no way to ask for heaven and no way to sue the land.

It shows that the old man is likely to depend on his grandson.

"Did she mention a clue?"

Natsuki asked.

"No, she heard that you were not there, so she left disappointed, and I asked her to leave an address and she didn't leave it."

Akemi Miyano shook her head, and then put her hand against her throat, her voice was hoarse, and she said weakly: "No... Can't trouble Mr. Natsuki, can't..."

Miyano Akemi imitated the old man's tone, mixed with a thick sense of loss and humility.

Just because he didn't dare to trouble Natsuki to go to her house, he refused to leave an address.

Akemi Miyano said that when the old man came, he did not dare to enter the gate, and before leaving, his dry palm squeezed his pocket in embarrassment, perhaps worried about whether he would be enough to pay Natsuki's commission fee.

"I see, what's going on with the others."

After listening to it, Xia Mu did not say anything, but continued to ask.

"There are a lot of people before and after. It's all for this matter.

"Most of them have taken some steps to hide their identity."

"Mostly, that is, for other things?"

Natsuki asked.

Akemi Miyano nodded.

"There are also a few who come to invite you to drinking parties, parties, etc., as if they are your comic book fans, and they may also be detective fans."

"One of them, I was more impressed, he slipped his mouth when he spoke, he said some words, he sounded like a politician, probably a secretary or something."

"That's basically all."

After Akemi Miyano finished speaking, Natsuki nodded, indicating that he was clear.

Knock! Knock! Knock!

Natsuki's slender fingers tapped lightly on the marble tabletop, making rhythmic sounds.

This means that Natsuki is meditating.

He just slept for a day, and suddenly there were so many more visitors at home?

A case, a bunch of people came to him.

The client is still an old man who has already half-cut himself into the earth.

Subsequently, there were various suspected neighbors, relatives and friends who came to help the elderly speak.

At the same time, another wave of people suddenly asked him to party....

Did someone set him up a bureau, or was there really something?

If it is true, then this murderer may be related to someone with an official background in an island country.

"When did her grandson die?"

Just as Natsuki was brainstorming, Shiho Miyano on the side suddenly asked.

"It seems to be the night before."

Akemi Miyano replied uncertainly.

Shiho Miyano's eyes widened suddenly.

Looking back, he saw Natsuki, who was also stunned.

The night before!

Isn't that when Natsuki was chased by Yumi Miyamoto!

Akemi Miyano mentioned that the grandson of the old man was hit by a car and died.

Could it be that Natsuki took the police for a ride that night that led to...!!

Didn't Yumi Miyamoto evacuate traffic at that time?

Moreover, Natsuki did not choose street drag racing with pedestrians....

It shouldn't be!

"I see."

Natsuki nodded.

If this matter may be related to him, then he really has an unshirkable responsibility.

However, the specific situation remains to be verified.

Just as Natsuki was thinking, a phone call suddenly came in.

The caller ID is Officer Twilight.

Natsuki narrowed his eyes, and then answered the call.

"Hey, Officer Twilight."

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"Huh, take it! Hey, Natsuki-sama. On

the other end of the phone came Officer Twilight's voice.

"Dude, you've finally answered the phone, it's a great thing." Hahaha. "

Oh? What good thing?

Xia Mu suddenly narrowed his eyes, and the expression on his face seemed to be smiling.

"Due to the outstanding performance of Miss Haibara in the terrorist attack at the summit venue last time, and thanks to your long-term support for our work, the Metropolitan Police Department has decided to award you and Miss Haibara the title of [criminal nemesis]."

"There will be a ceremony for you and the presentation of pennants and badges. Is this a good thing, you say?

Officer Twilight said with a smile.

"Is there only pennants and badges, is there a substantial reward, cough, although I don't value this copper smell very much, but it is not difficult to accept."

Natsuki squinted, there was no abnormality between words, and

while speaking, he was playing with a pocket wrench that was not more than an inch long.

The wrench rotates flexibly at the tip of the finger.

"Yes, yes, and more than that, hahaha."

Officer Twilight said with a smile.

"Oh? Then I'll listen. "

Boom!

Natsuki's hand that turned the wrench suddenly stopped and knocked on the tabletop.

When he raised his hand again, the wrench was completely submerged into the marble tabletop.

The deceased, the client, the murderer.

In this short period of time, before Natsuki had decided whether to take the commission and start investigating.

All the characters just entered like this.

Who plays what role in this? Will there be people who wear multiple hats?

"Ahem, that's right, the Metropolitan Police Department is preparing to set up a secret special operations team, and I want to invite you and Miss Haibara to join."

"Don't worry, nothing will be arranged for you, everything is still as usual, but after the compilation, there will be a corresponding bonus every time you solve the case..."

Officer Twilight said another happy news.

Then he chatted with Natsuki a few more times before hanging up the phone.

After the phone hangs up. Natsuki put the phone in front of him, lit a cigarette, and gradually fell into deep thought.

Long.

Shiho Miyano, who was checking the news on Valentine's Day night, suddenly spoke.

"Look at this."

She pushed the laptop in front of Natsuki.

On the computer, it is a news website.

It shows all kinds of news.

There is a new policy of the ruling party of the island nation.

There is also an amusement park special effects stage play for Valentine's Day.

There is also a scene of police racing on Valentine's Day night.

The news is not accompanied by pictures, only short text.

One of the news caught Natsuki's eye.

News headlines are the kind of gimmick headlines that are unusually catchy.

The protagonist is Natsuki.

The whole news is that someone reported Natsuki for plagiarism.

Say that Natsuki's age, has no life experience at all, how can he draw that kind of comic and interlocking plot.

Definitely plagiarism.

Others claimed to be original to the painting and brought out manuscripts from many years ago.

There are also some interviews with Natsuki's editor.

Most of it is false evidence.

The main purpose of the whole news is to report that Natsuki is suspected of plagiarism, or stealing other people's work.

But between the words, it is solid, and even deliberately guides the reader's thinking to make them believe that Natsuki plagiarized.

There is also a news trailer that will invite seniors from the comic book creation industry to attend an interview and talk about this in the evening TV show.

And this "senior" is interesting.

The age is old, and he still has not given up his creation.

The best result is the second best-selling list of the same type of works in the island country, and it has won several consecutive times.

The first used to be Yusaku Kudo.

After Kudo Yusaku left Japan, the domestic leading position became vacant.

As a result, Natsuki was born again.

The other party was pressed to the ground by Natsuki and rubbed.

"Interesting."

Natsuki finished reading the news, and the corners of his mouth grinned.

Typical hit a stick, give a sweet date.

Apparently giving Natsuki a warning, showing off his muscles.

"They" can easily erase Natsuki's achievements, reputation...

And if Natsuki is sensible, the award ceremony after that will easily contact Natsuki's suspicions.

When public opinion is overwhelming, how can a person who is still recognized by the Metropolitan Police Department be a person who will copy.

"What's the point of the other party doing this?"

Shiho Miyano spoke with some doubt.

Natsuki's reputation is so great? Before they could decide whether to investigate this matter, the relevant personnel couldn't wait to end.

They obviously have other options.

"I don't know."

Natsuki shook his head.

If he could figure out what those people were thinking, he could sit in that position.

If the thoughts of those people can be guessed by ordinary people, how can they make the island country a mess.

"What are you going to do?"

Shiho Miyano asked.

"Go borrow the Apache."

Natsuki said with a slight smile.

......

Polestar Bar.

A stronghold of the organization.

Natsuki came here with his memory, ordered two glasses of drink, and sat quietly in his seat.

In the bar, the band is playing soothing music.

At the end of one song, it's time to change the next one.

A black sunglasses walked into the private room.

There is also a person on the sunglasses.

"Is there anything you can't say on the phone?"

As soon as vodka came in, he said straight to the point.

Natsuki, who was closing his eyes and nurturing his mind, slowly opened his eyes, and his clear and bright eyes looked at vodka.

"How was the last gift I gave you?"

"It's very easy to use... No, no, no, it's pretty good.

Vodka replied subconsciously, and then quickly changed his words after realizing that he had said something wrong.

Thinking of the red scarf that had been used to give to the boss, Vodka smiled, he found a place to sit down and leaned over.

"I heard that your plagiarism was discovered?"

"Yes, the original author has jumped out, and Yoko Okino you have in mind as a sequel to the heroine, you can find him to draw."

Natsuki raised an eyebrow.

"What... What Yoko Okino.

Vodka stammered. I don't know.

"Yes, I don't seem to have deleted the previous email on my phone..."

Natsuki glanced sideways at the vodka.

"Ahem... Something to say.

Vodka coughed dryly.

"It's nothing, just invite you to drink."

Natsuki pushed the wine glass in front of the vodka.

Vodka suddenly looked at Natsuki with a look of contempt.

Are you stupid for me?

"It's okay."

Xia Mu made a face, a serious guarantee.

Vodka looked suspicious, carefully picked up the wine glass, and brought it to his mouth.

Take a sip.

Natsuki didn't have anything.

Vodka smacked his lips, then looked up and drank it.

"Borrow Apache."

Natsuki spoke at the same time.

Click!

Vodka wanted to spit the wine back, but he was a little reluctant.

After drinking it, he backhanded it and threw it into the corner of the treasure chest.

The cup fell to the ground with a crisp sound.

Vodka, on the other hand, looked at Natsuki with an appreciative look.

"You like this too?"

Although he likes to read reasoning comics, vodka still likes simple and crude things in his bones.

Seeing that Natsuki encountered something, the first anti-application Apache was hard to the end, and vodka looked excited.

"So..."

Natsuki looked at him expectantly.

"Don't borrow."

Vodka said with a straight face.