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

Ruo Muliang returned home, carefully read the email sent by Vodka from beginning to end, and then had a leisurely dinner.

While eating, I opened Conan's live broadcast room and watched Conan and the others meet up with Detective White Horse inexplicably. The detective team changed from a two-person team to a three-person team and rushed to Takahashi's house again, hoping to find more clues. .

However, Rum found someone to transport the gold away. Although the old monster did not take action personally, he was still watching the whole process. It was not easy to catch Rum's pigtails.

It wasn't until the three detectives left Takahashi's house without finding anything that Ryo Wakamaki finally got stuck and called Hattori Heiji.

"Hey, Brother Ruomu, have you discovered anything?"

Ryo Wakamaki leaned on the sofa and said slowly: "I found the place where 'Masaki Inoue' and the others used to perform. I sent you the address. That area is in the old city. Maybe you can find a cabinet that fits that key. —if it hadn’t been torn down.”

"I know, thank you Brother Ruomu."

Underground idols are a cultural phenomenon unique to Neon. They refer to artists or groups that focus on local performances, usually do not appear in mainstream media, and have not debuted through a management company. Their performance locations include but are not limited to small livehouses, underground floors of shopping malls, or some relatively safe bars.

Because there is no fixed place, checking these things after three years is not much easier than finding a needle in a haystack, unless you directly ask the person involved to copy the answers like Wakamu Ryo.

From Conan's perspective, the trio of detectives who had been running around all day and originally planned to break up, immediately turned around and ran to the old city after getting additional clues, willingly starting overtime mode.

Ruomu Liang, on the other hand, happily opened a bag of snacks to watch the show, like a capitalist who needs to be hung on a street lamp.

Conan and his team, who had a halo around them, found the right place and randomly caught an uncle who looked like an otaku nearby. And this uncle happened to be the same man who was led by Inoue Masaki and Asano Yuki three years ago. He is a die-hard fan of the lovely group composed of two people.

Afterwards, this passerby uncle immediately started the scientific mode of telling all the things he knew, and answering all questions. He told Conan and the others everything he knew, and by the way, he enthusiastically presented several posters, and He took several detectives back to his home and took out the video tape of the performance that year.

Ruo Muliang stopped eating snacks on the spot.

Is this okay?

The cheating speed of the protagonist group is not much slower than that of him who directly copied the answers. Isn't it a bit off?

Moreover, uncle, wake up, you brought three gods of death to your home! This is not how you seek death!

During the live broadcast, the uncle was playing the video while wiping tears from his eyes and recalling the past.

Then he looked at the British-style White Horse Detective, and then at Conan, whose small body seemed to be blown away by the wind. Then he threw himself on the black chicken and started crying with snot and tears.

"You must find out the truth back then. Masaki-chan and Yukio-chan were so cute. Before they left, they made an agreement with us. The first album after their debut was written for us die-hard fans. The result was... I have been missing until now, woo woo woo woo.

We also went to the police, but the police found nothing. My Masaki-chan, my Yukio-chan! ! ! !

Please find out the truth, I beg you! ! ! "

The uncle saluted Conan and the three of them very solemnly, with his forehead pressed against the tatami and a strong nasal sound in his voice.

Hattori Heiji pulled his uncle up with his mouth twitching, and then looked at his shirt that was stained with tears, and the veins on his forehead danced crazily.

Hakuba Tan, who was not very familiar with him in the first place and had a bit of obsessive-compulsive disorder and mysophobia, had already hid two meters away in a flash. Conan was still loved by his companions. He took out a clean handkerchief and handed it to Hattori Heiji, but was scolded by him. The uncle cut him off halfway.

The uncle took the handkerchief and blew his nose very naturally and loudly.

Conan:  …

Hattori:……

Finally, Detective Baima coughed and said, "Mr. Tanaka, can we take these video tapes back temporarily? Of course, after the investigation is completed, they will be sent back to you intact."

The uncle held the precious video tape with a hesitant look on his face, and looked at the three detectives as if he were looking at some villain who was beating up mandarin ducks. Conan felt goosebumps all over his body when he was stared at by the uncle's resentful eyes, and he silently looked away. .

Hattori Heiji clenched his fists and felt an inexplicable itchiness.

The smile on Detective Bai Ma's face was also a little stiff, "Mr. Tanaka, if we want to find out the truth, we need more clues, so..."

"I see!"

The uncle closed his eyes, a somewhat tragic look appeared on his face for no reason, and then with an expression as if a strong man had cut off his wrist, he thrust all the video tapes into Hattori Heiji's hands.

"Detective-san, I leave my life and fortune to you!"

Hattori Heiji: You don’t have to!

The three detectives left the uncle's house in a daze, while the uncle leaned against the door, waving the small handkerchief he had used to cut off Conan's beard, and watched them leave.

After leaving the community, Conan even faintly heard the uncle yelling in a rough voice. "Detective-san, come on~"

Ruo Muliang laughed so much that he fell on the sofa. This uncle was really good at it. This time the three detectives doubted their lives, and the show was completely effective.

Probably because Ruomu Liang punched the sofa twice when he was laughing, the sofa fell apart with a roar at this time, and Ruomu Liang, who was unprepared, fell to the ground.

However, Ruo Muliang had already covered the edge of the sofa with a thick plush carpet, so it didn't hurt or itch if it fell.

So let me continue laughing for a moment.

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Detective White Horse took away part of the video, and Conan and Hattori took the other part to Dr. Ali's house, preparing to watch the video all night.

Of course, before staying up late, Conan didn't forget to call Xiaolan first, and then said in a cute little baby voice that the doctor has developed a very interesting game, so he wants to stay at the doctor's house and play the game today~

After hanging up the phone, Conan sighed tiredly, then climbed onto the chair and took a sip of the tea the doctor had prepared for him.

When can I return to Kudo Shinichi's body? It's all those damn black organizations!

"puff!"

As soon as he finished ranting about the black organization in his mind, Conan saw a familiar big man in black clothes and sunglasses in a corner of the video.

Suddenly, a sip of the drink squirted directly onto the computer screen, earning a look of disgust from Hattori Heiji.

"Vodka!"

"what?!"

Hattori Heiji exclaimed. Although he had heard about the organization from Conan's mouth, except for Wakagi Ryo's winery vest, he had never seen any of the other members of the organization.

"Vodka!? He's here?"

Haiyuan Ai's exclamation sounded from the door. Haiyuan, who was wearing bunny pajamas, looked at Conan in shock, and then scanned around the room warily, as if he would immediately jump back into the room if he noticed something was wrong.

"Uh, it's in the video."

Haibara Ai:……

The little hedgehog with spikes all over his body relaxed immediately, glanced at the computer screen that Hattori Heiji had wiped clean, and returned to his usual expressionless look.

"Hey, Haiyuan, does your organization have any plans related to underground idols? Otherwise, why would vodka appear in a place like this? I don't think there is anything..."

"do not think so."

Hui Yuan Ai yawned, "If someone else appeared there, he might have some mission, but as for vodka, he is already a fanatical star-chaser, what's so strange?

I still remember one time when he was on vacation and queued up in front of the video store at three in the morning to buy a limited edition signed album of a popular idol group. "

Conan/Hattori:? ? ! ! !

Groupies? !

As for Vodka, a thug in a suit with a physique who can kill ten monsters with one punch, you said he is a fanatical star-chaser, and he also likes to watch these kawaii youth idols...

Hattori Heiji silently covered his face, feeling as if his outlook on things had been refreshed.

"It's just, quite down-to-earth."