Conan: Naruto

"Don't worry~!"

Kudo Shinichi changed the subject and explained in a low voice with a smile:

"Officer Megure recognized the young man when he arrived at the scene yesterday, secretly ordered the police to destroy the tape and gave him a new one as compensation."

Kudo Shinichi paused for a second, and happily whispered:

"Officer Megure promised me that he would strictly block the news. The newspaper said at most that it was the two assistants of Detective Mori who solved the case~"

"Wow, Shinichi's deep tone just now was intended to scare me!"

Dongfang Haoyue happily fights with Kudo Shinichi.

On the other side, Mori Kogoro, standing far to the right of Shinichi with his hands in his pockets, looked at the abstract painting in front of him, and complained expressionlessly:

"Although those two stinky brats cracked the bank robbery, the president happily sent a few art museum tickets...

But these new paintings are so abstract that I don't even understand what the artist is trying to express...! "

"I don't really understand~"

Xiaolan, who was standing behind Mori Kogoro on the right, stopped observing the abstract painting, looked back at Kogoro, and comforted him with a smile:

"But these paintings are beautiful~!"

"Fine......"

Mori Kogoro shook his head helplessly.

After six seconds.

Dongfang Haoyue was about to drag Kudo Shinichi back to Xiaolan's side.

A dirty long-haired middle-aged man wearing a gray coat, brown trousers, carrying a brown travel bag, wearing a round cap, and smoking a lighted cigarette walked one meter to the left of Haoyue.

Dongfang Haoyue and Kudo Shinichi looked at the man curiously, and discovered...

A middle-aged man with a long black beard hanging down his chest stepped over a fence with a red rope in mid-air, and walked straight to the front of the painting hanging on the wall.

He stretched out his hands and pressed the left and right corners of the picture frame of the painting, leaned forward, and observed the painting closely.

"What is that guy doing?"

Kogoro Mori noticed the unruly behavior of the middle-aged man, and looked sideways at the man in surprise.

After hearing this, Xiaolan turned and looked at the man curiously.

suddenly!

"stop!"

A young security guard in uniform rushed in front of the middle-aged man, opened his hands wide to stop the man, and solemnly reminded:

"Sir, please step back outside the fence and don't touch the painting with your hands.

Also, smoking is prohibited in our art gallery! "

"Uh... sorry."

The middle-aged man left the art gallery apologetically.

Dongfang Haoyue and Kudo Shinichi watched the man go away thoughtfully, and guessed confusedly in their hearts:

"He looks... not quite right...?"

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The oversized dirt land with the fragrance of birds and flowers.

in the afternoon.

Kojima Genta, holding a baseball bat, stood in front of the bridge spanning the dirt, waved his left hand, and said loudly happily:

"Start, be sure to catch it!"

Yoshida Ayumi and Tsuburaya Mitsuhiko stood on the left and right sides of Kojima Genta, and responded happily:

"Okay~!"

"Why play baseball..."

Kudo Shinichi, wearing a baseball glove, stood far in front of Kojima Motota, squinting his eyes at Motota, and complained heartily:

"Football is not bad!"

"Oh, Shinichi speaks so softly, Yuanta can't hear~"

Dongfang Haoyue, who turned into an audience, stood to the left of Kudo Shinichi, looking at Shinichi with a smile.

Xinyi looked at Haoyue and was about to speak.

"Conan, baseball is coming!"

Kojima Motota swung hard and hit the fast baseball hard.

"Hey, hey!!"

Kudo Shinichi predicted the outrageously crooked baseball landing point, ran to the rear left hastily, and complained loudly angrily:

"Where are you going!!!"

"Boom!"

It was the sound of a baseball hitting someone's arm.

Dongfang Haoyue's attention was all on the baseball. When he heard the sound, the baseball had already hit the middle-aged man who he met in the art gallery this morning and was sitting on the lawn drawing.

The man was knocked to the ground by the huge impact, the brushes and drawing books in his hand fell off, his hat, painting toolbox and the travel bag behind him all fell to the ground, spilling a lot of things.

"Are you okay...?"

Dongfang Haoyue and Kudo Shinichi rushed to the front left of the middle-aged man, looking at him worriedly.

"I......"

The middle-aged man sat up, his consciousness seemed not so clear.

"Are you sketching here~?"

Dongfang Haoyue took a few steps curiously, picked up the drawing book, and kept flipping through it, and found that most of the sketches drawn with pencils were the same. Looking at the middle-aged man, she asked in bewilderment:

"Why do you draw the exterior and interior scenes of the same villa?"

"Why... the same villa..."

The middle-aged man lowered his head slightly, staring blankly in front of him, and murmured:

"I have no idea......"

"Conan, Haoyue, is he injured...?"

Yoshida Ayumi ran to the right rear of Kudo Shinichi and looked at the middle-aged man worriedly.

Mitsuhiko Tsuburaya, standing on the left of Ayumi, looked at the man and suggested rationally:

"Do you want to call an ambulance?"

"what?"

Kojima Genta stood on the left of Tsuburaya Mitsuhiko, and said anxiously:

"Is it that serious!!"

"Who am I... who the hell am I..."

The middle-aged man covered his face with his hands, and screamed in a broken voice:

"What is my name!!

I can't remember anything! ! ! "

"what?!"

Everyone looked at the middle-aged man in shock.

"He won't be hit in the head by Yuantai's baseball and lose his memory..."

Dongfang Haoyue regained her composure, looked at the middle-aged man sadly, and thought helplessly in her heart:

"I can't cure amnesia..."

"No... no way..."

Kojima Motota trembled, showing the fear of causing trouble.

"it's not true."

Kudo Shinichi explained solemnly:

"I was very close to him and I could clearly see him blocking the baseball with his arm."

"what!!!"

The middle-aged man held his head in both hands, his body trembling violently, shaking constantly, and shouted heart-piercingly:

"My head hurts!!!!!!"

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Hospital corridor.

after a while.

"Has he really lost his memory?"

Dongfang Haoyue raised her head solemnly and looked at the middle-aged doctor in a white coat in front of her.

The doctor with his hands in his pockets looked down at Haoyue, and explained seriously:

"The headache means his memory is slowly coming back."