Conan: Naruto

"What's there to worry about."

Mouri Kogoro curled his lips speechlessly and calmly reassured:

"That brat Haoyue can easily subdue a prisoner. Just relax."

"But......"

Xiaolan looked at Mouri Kogoro hesitantly and said uneasily:

"I remember...that at night, thick fog would rise over the Kiriugaoka Plateau and cover the entire area.

In case the kids get lost..."

"You must be accompanied by an adult when going out for boarding. There is no need to worry about it."

Mouri Kogoro shook his head calmly and stared at the photo of Okino Yoko's performance in the newspaper with interest.

"Yes."

Xiaolan's expression softened slightly, and she lowered her head to look at the remaining beer cans on the wooden table. She bent over and methodically put the beer cans into plastic bags one by one, and chatted quietly:

"I heard that it was Mr. Hajime Kaifu of Yoneka Town [-]-chome who took them to the holiday villa."

"Who is that Mr. Kaifu?"

Mouri Kogoro reluctantly looked at Okino Yoko on the newspaper and asked casually.

"Um......"

Xiaolan recalled for a moment and introduced elegantly:

"Because Mr. Kaibe performed in a puppet show when he was a student and was very good at it, the director of the children's conference asked him to write the script and organize the children to perform."

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An hour later, the sun was shining in the sky.

Kiriugaoka Plateau, Sasa Snow Village, holiday villa, first floor lobby.

"really weird."

Moto Kojima sat on his knees on the gray tatami. He wore a tiger-shaped doll glove in his right hand and placed it in front of his right arm. His left hand held an open blue script and placed it on his chest.

He lowered his head and stared at the script and read steadily:

"Another person disappeared."

"No, no!"

Mitsuhiko Tsuburaya sat on his knees one meter in front of Genta Kojima, wearing a monkey-shaped doll glove on his right hand, holding a blue script in his left hand and placing it on his chest. He looked at Genta with a slight eagerness and taught him meticulously:

"Yantai, you were completely devoid of emotion when reading your lines."

"Um...not emotionally invested...?"

Moto Kojima was slightly stunned and looked at Mitsuhiko Tsuburaya with a confused expression.

"Yuantai."

Mitsuhiko Tsuburaya looked down at the script and signaled seriously:

"Again."

"it is good."

Kojima Mota responded without thinking, looked down at the script, and read emotionally:

"It's strange...another person disappeared..."

"Very well, it's Ayumi's turn next."

Mitsuhiko Tsuburaya glanced at Ayumi Yoshida on the left of Genta Kojima, calmly arranged a sentence, and continued to look down at the script.

"Well...well..."

Yoshida Ayumi slowly looked at the script she was holding in her left hand, slightly raised the rabbit-shaped doll glove she wore on her right hand, looked at the rabbit with an uneasy expression, and said worriedly:

"what is the problem......"

The voice just fell.

Genta Kojima retracted his gaze from Yoshida Ayumi, turned his head to the right, and secretly complained in a low voice:

"Hmph, why does Mitsuhiko command us!"

"Yes, Not Bad."

Mitsuhiko Tsuburaya looked up at Kudo Shinichi, who was bored to the left of Yoshida Ayumi, and gestured calmly:

"Conan, it's your turn."

"Ah good."

Kudo Shinichi responded belatedly, looked hastily at the script he held in his left hand, and raised the black kitten-shaped doll glove he wore on his right hand.

On the surface, he looked at the kitten seriously and said seriously:

"If my prediction is correct, the culprit in this murder case must be among us."

Actually...

Kudo Shinichi complained quietly in his heart:

“It’s so nerve-wracking...I’m still playing with puppets with you at my age...!

But then again..."

Kudo Shinichi turned his head, looked openly at Dongfang Haoyue on the left who was getting ready to go, and muttered in confusion in his heart:

"Haoyue seems to be enjoying it...!"

"My, my, my turn!!"

Dongfang Haoyue, who was holding the script in his left hand, retracted his gaze from Kudo Shinichi, held up the brown mouse-shaped doll glove he wore on his right hand, and looked at Mitsuhiko Tsuburaya excitedly.

Guangyan was stunned for a moment, looked at Haoyue calmly, and advised cautiously:

"Haoyue, wait a moment, Conan's performance just now was not engaging enough and he needs to do it again."

"Ah...good."

Dongfang Haoyue calmed down a little and nodded.

Mitsuhiko Tsuburaya looked at Kudo Shinichi, who was confused, and said rigorously:

"Conan, as a detective, you should be more majestic and powerful."

"Ah...you're right..."

Kudo Shinichi looked helplessly at Mitsuhiko Tsuburaya and nodded melancholy.

Mitsuhiko looked back at Hajime Kaifu, a young man sitting on a tree stump-shaped seat half a meter to the left, wearing a blue coat and gray lining, with his left leg on his right thigh, his head lowered, and he happily sought approval. :

"Am I right, Kaifu-sensei~?"

"Misuhiko."

Hajime Kaifu held the script with both hands and placed it on his left thigh. He retracted his gaze from the script, raised his head slightly and looked at Mitsuhiko Tsuburaya, and said sheepishly:

"Because this is the first time I'm in charge of a puppet show at a children's convention, you don't have to call me Kaifu-sensei."

"But I still feel that Conan's performance is somewhat lacking."

Mitsuhiko Tsuburaya hesitated for a moment and looked at Hajime Kaifu seriously.

"Well, playing a detective does require a more dignified performance."

Hajime Kaifu nodded in approval, looked at Kudou Shinichi gently, and gestured kindly:

"Conan, please try again."

"Good~"

Kudo Shinichi retracted his lively gaze from Kaifu Kai, lowered his head to look at the script, raised his right hand doll, his expression suddenly changed, and he asserted solemnly:

"If what I expected is correct...the culprit in this murder must be among us!"

"Black...Black Cat Detective!"

Dongfang Haoyue held up the right doll, looked at Kudo Shinichi nervously, and said with true feelings:

“What should we do now that things have come to this point!!”

"Ah...ah..."

Kudo Shinichi was stunned.

He stared stiffly at the weak, pitiful and helpless Dongfang Haoyue, and was speechless for a moment.

"Very, very perfect!"

Tsuburaya Mitsuhiko praised him with approval, retracted his satisfied gaze at Dongfang Haoyue, held the doll with his right hand against his chin, and said in an awkward manner:

"It's a pity that the puppets are too limited and cannot show their movements very well."