【Conan】I just want to survive but I am forced to join the main plot

"In other words, the organizer of this exhibition, Tarumi Inohiko, also held a Ryoma exhibition 20 years ago. The three treasures stolen at that time were a letter written to his beloved wife the night before Ryoma was assassinated. The unfinished letter, the wine glass stained with his blood during the assassination, and the gun he hid in his arms at the time, right?

There are so many fakes out there. Mr. Inohiko spent a lot of money. "

Kuroba Kaito pinched the bridge of his nose with a headache as he faced the professor who appeared in the store at an unknown time.

"Your special blend."

Mr. Terai was very discerning and made a colorful cocktail (non-alcoholic version) for Wakamu Ryo.

"Thank you."

"Why spend so much money?" Kuroba Kaito complained, "Let's find a factory to customize things like letter paper and wine glasses. The cost can't be lower. That is to say, this model gun is relatively realistic, and a lead weight is added to the handle. , relatively speaking, the cost will be higher.”

Kuroba Kaito took out a pistol from the pile of pistols on the table, made an aiming gesture towards Wakagi Ryo, then put his index finger on the trigger, and turned the gun very handsomely.

"Just rub it, it will leave fingerprints."

Ruo Muliang threw a handkerchief into Douzi's face.

Kuroba Kaito:...

Silently he wiped the pistol he had just touched clean.

Ruo Muliang stretched out his gloved right hand and picked up a replica small wine glass with blood stains on it.

"That's what I'm talking about. The patterns on it are not made with paint, they are real blood~"

Wakagi Ryo looked at the pile of counterfeit items that Kaito Kuroba found from the secret room of his home, a table full of fakes that the Kaito Thief Lady had collected over the years while running around.

"Isn't it enough to spend a lot of money?"

Kuroba Kaito touched his nose and couldn't refute.

"Ahem, anyway, the Dragon Horse Show has started. I'll find time to send a notice first."

Wakamu Ryo glanced at the content and saw that it was a Kidd-style preview letter.

"Don't you put a watermark or anti-counterfeiting mark on your notice letter?"

No wonder, no matter whether it is the daily version or the theatrical version, there will always be someone sending out fake notice letters in the name of Phantom Thief Kidd, thereby completing the KPI of summoning the real Phantom Thief Kidd that day.

Kuroba Kaito narrowed his eyes and smiled proudly.

"By the way, there can be two famous detectives at the scene this time. Kanto and Kansai have assembled a combination of black and white evil spirits to bury the famous Kaitou Kidd. Do you really need a little help?"

"It depends on the situation. I'm not trying to steal anything this time. The two famous detectives won't kill them all."

Kuroba Kaito shook his head, but did not refuse clearly.

The kid with glasses was already troublesome, but this time there was a dark-skinned detective, and he was a little worried about falling over.

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Ruo Muliang arrived at the Ryoma Exhibition venue early.

With Suzuki Sonoko here, they can easily get tickets for any exhibition related to the Suzuki Foundation.

The three girls, Xiaolan, Heye and Yuanzi, gathered together and chattered around the various exhibits in the exhibition.

The Buddha statues that Ryoma admired, the kendama that Ryoma played with when he was a child, the essays that Ryoma wrote...

There is also an oversized vase over one meter high. It is said that Ryoma hid in it while playing hide and seek when he was a child, and almost couldn't get out of the oversized vase.

Sima Guang: I am familiar with this!

Ruo Muliang's mouth twitched, why did this exhibition look like a grocery store. All kinds of messy things can get in.

The organizer Tarumi Inohiko and the chief appraiser with a sharp mouth and monkey cheeks beside him, whose name he couldn't remember at all, explained it to Wakagi Ryo and others, and then left the exhibition hall with a sense of superiority that he didn't know where it came from.

Suzuki Jirokichi frowned and stared at their backs.

He always felt that there was something wrong with these two people.

Conan raised his head and looked at the old man who had always been strong in his life, "Uncle Jiroji, the protection measures for these exhibits don't look very strict. Did Mr. Inohiko take out a huge amount of insurance on them? Why do they look like they don't have any protection at all?" Are you worried about things being stolen?"

Suzuki Jirokichi shook his head, "I checked, the insurance is pitifully small, and the admission fee is also very cheap. I can't figure out where their profit point is."

Although Mr. Suzuki usually takes you away from your regular job, when it comes to making money, he has inherited the ancestral skills of the Suzuki family.

Although he mobilized a large number of people to challenge Kaitou Kidd every time, advertisements were flying all over the TV and newspapers. Every anti-theft measure cost a lot of money, but these were all based on the premise that he was confident that he could make back the money through the Kaitou Kidd effect.

But this time, the Dragon Horse Exhibition only lasted for two days. Knowing that Kaitou Kidd would come, he did not buy high insurance for the exhibits, and the ticket price was extremely cheap.

Therefore, out of his inner intuition, Suzuki Jirokichi gave up his original idea of ​​acquiring these collections and chose to wait and see.

Wakamu Ryo glanced at the space in the venue that had been specially vacated. "Phantom Thief Kidd returns the treasure reservation." He thought about stabbing Douzi in the back later and throwing him into the circled one-third of an acre of land to collect the tickets. feasibility.

Money or not is not the important point, the important point is that the little pigeon who feels aggrieved and may even get wet should be given a lot of emotional value.

At this moment, Kuroba Kaito, who had disguised himself as a fat man and sneaked into the venue secretly, suddenly sneezed loudly.

Conan didn't know what he was thinking about at this moment. He looked at Hattori Heiji. The two of them made eye contact in the distance. Suddenly, as if they had reached an agreement, they turned around and ran out the door.

"Conan!"

"Heiji?"

Yuanzi twitched the corner of his mouth and complained: "Three beauties are standing here, but the big one and the little one only know how to run out. Does a detective have zero aesthetics?

Brother Ruomu is better! "

Ruo Muliang smiled at Sonoko, and then took out a folding umbrella from the small bag that he always brought with him whenever he went out with Conan.

The lights in the exhibition hall suddenly dimmed.

Ginzo Nakamori, a patient with Kidd's PTSD, immediately jumped out of the monitoring room, and then stepped on the spot to see the gorgeous Phantom Thief Kidd.

As the fans cheered, Kaitou Kidd took out a box of matches from his arms, flicked the match to light it, and blew lightly into the flames.

The sudden strong flames immediately triggered the indoor fire sprinklers.

What a fire escape technique!

Ruo Muliang opened the folding umbrella in his hand and blocked the three girls around him.

The next second, an accident happened.

One of the fire sprinkler heads suddenly cracked with a crack, and the water flow tilted like a pillar, drenching Ruo Muliang directly below.

"Ah, Brother Ruomu!"

The three girls next to him were unscathed. At most, their skirts were a little wet.

Wakamu Ryo wiped his face and looked at Kuroba Kaito in the middle of the exhibition hall.

Dou Zi froze slightly, and suddenly felt as if he was enveloped in a murderous aura.

As the rain washed away, the explanation board that Kidd had tampered with earlier also revealed all the contents of the fake exhibition.

Nakamori Ginzo and other police officers immediately arrested Tarumi Inohiko and his appraiser.

"I'm going to the bathroom."

Ruo Muliang said something to Xiaolan and the others, shook her wet hair, and walked towards the bathroom.

As a place where Conan often used his invisibility skills and switched accounts, a tense confrontation was taking place in the bathroom.

Hattori Heiji blocked the exit of the bathroom and locked the door.

Conan held up a watch-shaped tranquilizer gun and aimed it at Kaitou Kidd, then opened his mouth to show off the time-stopping technique.

"I caught you, Mr. Phantom Thief who calls himself Ryoma."

Ruo Muliang appeared quietly outside the bathroom. After opening the small map to confirm the situation inside, he shook his wet sleeves and showed a darkened smile.

Then, the toilet in the innermost compartment of the bathroom suddenly exploded, and an unspeakable smell suddenly spread in the confined space.

!!!∑(?Д?ノ)ノ

The three people in the toilet were immediately shocked.

Conan's reasoning was interrupted in mid-sentence, and he lost the desire to continue speaking. He took several steps back with his short legs.

Hattori Heiji immediately turned his head and wanted to open the bathroom door.

(?Д?)ノ

"The door, the door lock is broken!!"

Conan/Kidd:! ! !

"Bang!" The second toilet exploded, and the sewage gradually began to spread out of the cubicle.

Kidd leaned over and picked up the little detective, temporarily placing him on the sink, then pushed Hattori Heiji away, took out the wire he carried with him and started to pick the lock.

"Hey, hurry up! Aren't you a Phantom Thief? Why can't you even pry open the toilet door!!"

Hattori Heiji's Osaka accent almost changed in tone.

He would rather fight a gunman one-on-one than be drowned in something indescribable because the toilet exploded.

"You're still asking me, and I'd also like to ask you, did you use concrete when you locked the door? It's so blocked that it's impossible to pry it open!"

Conan's voice was also a little panicked, "If you can't walk through the door, just smash the window. Come over here!"

"Hurry up!"

Kuroba Kaito took out his poker gun and shot two rounds to shatter the window. Then he jumped onto the sink, picked up the short-legged Conan and jumped out of the high window.

Hattori Heiji followed closely behind, struggling and jumping out of the window to escape the horrific scene.

Ruo Muliang, who had already left the exhibition hall long ago, looked at the emotional values ​​​​on the panel, touched his hair that was still dripping, and exhaled.

comfortable.