Conan: Naruto

"Ah, sorry, I'm so sorry."

Xiaolan folded her hands in front of her body, looked at Tanaka sheepishly, and explained with a smile:

"Before I went out, my dad always thought that Mr. Hanaoka wanted to use the story of the famous detective Mouri Kogoro as the prototype for his painting. He was very happy~!"

Xiaolan bent over, supporting her legs with both hands, looking at Dongfang Haoyue and Kudo Shinichi from a close distance, looking for approval happily and saying:

"We already knew that something good like this would never happen to Dad, right, Conan, Haoyue~?"

"Uh-huh!"

Dongfang Haoyue and Kudo Shinichi turned around in unison, looked at Xiaolan happily, and said with innocent joy:

"Of course it's impossible~!"

at the same time.

Mouri Kogoro's round eyes turned to the extreme and glanced at the light brown wall far behind to the right. A drop of sweat that symbolized speechlessness flowed on his cheek, and he complained angrily in his heart:

"Exposing my scandal in front of outsiders is indeed a good daughter of mine who has been upholding the habit of speaking out since she was a child."

Mouri Kogoro thought about it, looked at Tanaka as if nothing had happened, and changed the subject in a questioning manner:

"Mr. Tanaka, may I ask...where is Mr. Hanaoka?"

"Um... Mr. Hanaoka hasn't come yet."

Tanaka hesitated for a moment, leaned forward slightly, looked at Mouri Kogoro slightly awkwardly, and said comfortingly:

"Maybe he's sleeping in his studio."

"what?"

Mouri Kogoro stared at Tanaka with slightly narrowed eyes, and confirmed dissatisfiedly:

"Is he still sleeping?"

"Should...should be..."

A drop of cold sweat ran down Tanaka's cheek, and he looked at the oppressive Mouri Kogoro with great nervousness.

After half an hour.

"Damn it!!"

Sitting in his original position, Mouri Kogoro put his left wrist across the front of the collar, stared down at the silver watch, and angrily reprimanded:

“How long does he want us to wait?!

It’s already half past five in the afternoon! ! ! "

The voice just fell.

"Manager Tanaka."

A young man with dark skin wearing a white short-sleeved shirt sat not far behind Tanaka, with his right arm facing towards Tanaka.

A landline phone and office documents were displayed on the wooden table in front of the man. He held the handset of the landline phone to his ear in his left hand, turned to look at Tanaka, and reported calmly:

"Mr. Hanaoka's wife said Hanaoka was not at home. As for Hanaoka Studio's landline phone... only the automatic message function was turned on."

"Is it possible for Mr. Hanaoka to stay at Miss Choye's house?"

Tanaka looked back at the young man and narrated calmly:

"I remember Dieye's illustrations are due today."

The voice just fell.

"Excuse me."

Dongfang Haoyue, who was standing in his original position, looked at Tanaka cutely and asked curiously:

"Who is Sister Dieye?"

"Miss Choono's full name is Izumi Choono. She performed very well as a new illustrator."

Tanaka turned his head and looked at Dongfang Haoyue in a friendly manner. He pointed the thumb of his right hand over his shoulder at the four-story gray building far behind the right, outside the closed glass window, and introduced gently:

"Well, she lives in an apartment clearly visible over there."

"Oh......"

Dongfang Haoyue looked at the apartment building along Tanaka's thumb and nodded cutely.

Kudo Shinichi stood on the right side of Haoyue, glanced at the building calmly, turned to look at the young man who was holding the microphone in his left hand and inputting the number into the landline phone with his right hand, and confirmed with a strong thirst for knowledge:

"Is that uncle calling Miss Choye's home landline?"

"um, yes."

Tanaka was stunned for a moment, looked at Kudo Shinichi in a friendly manner, replied gently, lowered his head slightly, thought for a moment, stood up easily, turned around, and walked steadily to the right side of the young man.

Tanaka stretched out his left hand and took away the man's microphone in a leisurely manner. He lowered his head and looked at the number displayed on the landline phone screen. He pressed the dial button and the hands-free button with his right hand. He turned his head and looked at Xiaolan's family like a spring breeze. He looked at Xiaolan's family warmly. Suggested:

"How about this? I'll ask Miss Choye myself...if Mr. Hanaoka is there with her."

The voice just fell.

"Hi, I'm Die Ye. I'm not at home right now. If you have anything urgent, please leave a message on the phone."

A clear young female voice came from the landline phone.

Tanaka held the phone with his left hand and placed it next to his ear. He looked down at the landline phone and said calmly:

“Hello, I’m Tanaka from Hanaoka Design Office.

Is Mr. Hanaoka at your home in Chono? "

Seeing that the landline phone successfully completed the message function, Tanaka put down the phone and looked helplessly at Kogoro Mori, not knowing what to do and stated:

"It seems that Choye is not at home. I think... Mr. Hanaoka is not at Choye's home."

"Well, thanks to the hands-free function, I heard Miss Choye's automatic message."

Mouri Kogoro looked at Tanaka calmly and gestured steadily:

"Anyway, I'll just wait for Mr. Hanaoka."

After a short time.

"Jingle bells!"

It's the sweet ringtone of a landline phone.

"This is Hanaoka Design Office."

The young man quickly picked up the phone and put it to his ear. He was slightly stunned and called out in surprise:

"Hey?

Hello? ? ? "

As soon as the young man finished speaking, he put back the phone with a speechless expression.

"what's going on?"

Mouri Kogoro looked at the unhappy young man with confusion, and inquired curiously:

"What happened on the phone call just now?"

"Maori detective."

The young man looked at Mouri Kogoro heartbrokenly, and complained in search of resonance:

"The other party actually made a silent prank call to tease me. It's really disgusting."

"Well...the other party's behavior is indeed not very friendly."

Mouri Kogoro was slightly startled, and seemed to agree with a smile that was understanding, but in fact, he was surprised and guessed in his heart:

“Prank call with no sound?

Could it be... another new plot...? "

On the other side, Xiaolan stands gracefully.

She stood far behind Tanaka on the cold floor behind the closed glass window, with her back to the window, her hands folded in front of her, and she turned to look at Dongfang Haoyue and Kudo Shinichi, who were standing side by side on the right, and asked curiously road:

"Conan, Haoyue, what are you looking at~?"

"Um......"

Dongfang Haoyue, who was staring at the apartment building where Die Yequan lived, hesitated for a moment, pointed to the middle room on the third floor of the building, outside the floor-to-ceiling glass window, and the white quilt that completely covered the fence, and stated meticulously:

"We are observing the balcony of room [-] of that apartment building."