Conan: Naruto

When the television screen switches to an advertising screen.

"that."

Nagai Ayako, who held the open live broadcast script in the middle of the bottom with her left hand, turned to look at Matsuo Takashi and asked for advice meticulously:

"About Mr. Matsuo's impromptu performance after the commercial..."

Nagai Ayako stopped abruptly.

She worriedly looked at Matsuo Takashi, who was holding a fist with his right hand, supporting his forearm on the table with his forearm, and covering his stomach with his left hand, trying his best to suppress the pain, and said with friendly concern:

"Are you...are you okay...?"

"Feel sorry......"

Matsuo Takashi tried his best to regain his composure, turned his head slightly to the right and looked at Nagai Ayako, and explained with unsteady breathing:

"I felt a little uncomfortable in my stomach in the morning..."

Matsuo Takashi took a deep breath, put his hands flat on the table, looked forward, and gently changed the subject:

"Speaking of which, where did Suwa go? Why didn't I see him?"

"Yes, he usually watches live broadcasts in the studio, why didn't he come today?"

Nagai Ayako was surprised for two seconds. She looked around to find no one but failed to find anyone. She seriously guessed:

"Is he downstairs?"

"I'll ask someone to ask."

Matsuo Takashi turned to look at a staff member not far behind him on the left, and asked calmly:

"Excuse me, can you help me confirm Suwa's location?"

"Eh?"

Nagai Ayako looked at Matsuo Takashi with slight surprise, and inquired curiously:

"After the show is over, are you going to drink together~?"

"Oh, it's not what you think."

Matsuo Takashi looked at Nagai Ayako casually, and confirmed calmly:

"Have you heard the news that our show is about to change its host?"

"Ah, yes..."

Nagai Ayako looked at Matsuo Takashi with some embarrassment, and hesitantly said:

"I heard that I want to replace you...with Suzuki Yuko..."

"That's what I said, but..."

Matsuo Takashi turned his head, lowered his head slightly, closed his eyes, and said helplessly:

"Last night, Suwa insisted that I continue to be the host."

"I remember......"

Nagai Ayako was slightly stunned and stated in surprise:

"It was clearly Mr. Suwa who proposed changing the host."

"He has a mercurial character to begin with."

Matsuo Takashi opened his eyes, looked at Nagai Ayako calmly, smiled and said modestly:

"Although I had decided not to be the host anymore, he insisted on asking me to continue, so I had to do it."

"Is that so..."

Nagai Ayako looked at Matsuo Takashi with a confused expression.

On the other side, in the auditorium.

"what......"

Xiaolan and the three people who were openly listening to the conversation between Matsuo Takashi and Nagai Ayako inadvertently covered their lips with their right hands and breathed out slightly sleepily.

after a while.

"Although I used to be a detective."

Mouri Kogoro looked sideways at Nagai Ayako and Matsuo Takashi, held the back of his head with his right hand, and said with an embarrassed smile:

"But my marksmanship is really average."

"Speaking of marksmanship..."

Nagai Ayako looked at Matsuo Takashi, smiled sweetly and praised:

"Mr. Matsuo's shooting skills are very good."

"Forehead."

Matsuo Takashi was slightly startled, and looked at Nagai Ayako with a slightly blank expression.

"I've heard about it a long time ago!"

Nagai Ayako put her hands flat on the table, looked sideways at Matsuo Takashi, and praised her heartily:

"You often practice marksmanship abroad, you are comparable to professional players!"

"No, no, no, I'm not as powerful as you say."

Matsuo Takashi turned to the right, leaned back slightly, and waved his hands gracefully.

Nagai Ayako held her collar with her right hand, looked at Matsuo Takashi with a smile, and jokingly said:

"You are too modest~~~"

On the other side, in the auditorium.

Dongfang Haoyue and Kudou Shinichi made fists with their right hands and held their chins with their knuckles. They narrowed their eyes and watched the interaction between the hosts on the stage in boredom.

Xiaolan is the complete opposite.

She put her hands on her legs together, watching with relish.

after a while.

"Certainly there are many forms of crime."

Matsuo Takashi looked sideways at Nagai Ayako and Mouri Kogoro, spread his hands to the left and right, and said calmly:

"However, the most common case at present is wiretapping. It seems that someone may install a wiretapping device anytime and anywhere."

Matsuo Takashi took out the old-fashioned mobile phone from the left pocket of his jacket and placed it in front of his left shoulder. He gave an example with a warm smile:

"I bought a mobile phone some time ago and I don't dare to make calls at home for fear of being eavesdropped."

"Oh~?"

Ayako Nagai looked at the old-fashioned mobile phone curiously.

"Hmph, a layman is a layman after all."

Mouri Kogoro lowered his head slightly, closed his eyes, hummed softly and contentedly, opened his eyes, and said with a majestic detective style:

“Older cellphones are extremely vulnerable to eavesdropping, including electronic devices similar to them, as their radio waves travel through the air.

Even if you don't install a bug in your house, you can remotely eavesdrop on your calls through special equipment. "

On the other side, in the auditorium.

Dongfang Haoyue looked at Mouri Kogoro with a smile, turned to the left, put her mouth to Kudo Shinichi's ear, and commented happily in a low voice:

"Detective Mori knows a lot~"

"Yes."

Kudo Shinichi looked at Mouri Kogoro with a smile, held Dongfang Haoyue's head straight with his right hand, turned to the right, put his mouth to Haoyue's ear, and teased in a low voice:

I didn’t expect Detective Maori to become so serious all of a sudden, I even thought he was a bit strange..."

Kudo Shinichi stopped abruptly.

He straightened up and looked blankly at Mouri Kogoro who stood up and grabbed Matsuo Takashi's cell phone. He was confused for a moment.

Dongfang Haoyue looked at Kogoro cutely, and said dumbly in her heart:

"What...is this...going to do...?"

On the stage, Mouri Kogoro held his cell phone in front of his chest as if there was no one else around, and quickly pressed a series of phone numbers and dialing buttons.

As the bell rang, Kogoro sat back down, straightened up, held the phone in his right hand and put it to his ear, pretending to be deep and bowing his head slightly until...

The call is connected.

"what!

Koizumi, it’s me, the bohemian Kogoro! "

Mouri Kogoro's style of painting suddenly changed, his face flushed, and he flirted loudly:

"Tonight, can I go to the store after a long time~?"

Mouri Kogoro paused for two seconds and said with great joy:

"Are you talking about my wife?

It doesn't matter, we are separated anyway!

Okay, okay, we’re going to have a hot night~~~”

Three seconds later, Mouri Kogoro pressed the hang up button lightly.

He set a straight face, closed his eyes, and muttered solemnly:

"Any sweet, dangerous conversation can be eavesdropped..."

Mouri Kogoro held the mobile phone in his left hand and put it on the table. He pretended to be silent for a moment, opened his right eye alone, and suddenly pointed at the camera far ahead.

He said with great energy:

“People across the country who are cheating or having affairs, listen up!!

Don't be careless! "