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

If there is any element in Kogoro Mouri's character that will never collapse, it might be the vehicle killer.

But every car he drove out seemed to never come back intact.

It’s no wonder that Uncle Maori was later blacklisted by the car rental company, so he could only shamelessly ask other acquaintances to borrow cars.

No, as if it was destined, the car driven by Kogoro Mouri made a loud noise and had a flat tire.

A real car rental company nightmare.

And I bet he doesn't have a spare tire on his car.

Kuroba Kaito was using binoculars to observe the white car not far away in the gas station, his expression was a little confused.

"Are you really not the type who specializes in curses?"

After saying that Kogoro Mouri would definitely have a tire puncture, the next second the tire on the opposite side really did.

Ruo Muliang, wearing the professor's coat, raised his eyelids and glanced at him, "Why don't you get ready to work?"

He has the abominable face of a slave owner.

Dou Zi adjusted the work cap on his head, looked in the mirror to confirm that there was no flaw in the passerby's disguise on his face, and smiled as he greeted Mouri Kogoro outside the door.

Two minutes later, Mouri Kogoro, who just wanted to see if he could find a spare tire at the gas station, was stripped of his clothes and tied up in the bathroom.

"I don't think it's good for you to do this."

Suddenly there was a faint voice from behind, which frightened Kuroba Kaito, who was doing bad things, to shake his hand, and almost caused Mouri Kogoro to fall onto the toilet.

"Professor, if you scare people, they will scare them to death, okay?"

Douzi helped Mouri Kogoro sit on the toilet in the bathroom, and was about to tie him up twice with a rope to secure him when Wakamu Ryo had to speak again.

“What should I do if he goes to the toilet?

The mini-games in the annex this time may last about 20 hours. If you hold them in for so long, you will explode. "

Kuroba Kaito:...

Okay, it seems so.

"Then what...what do you want to do?!"

Wakamu Ryo took out a sharp-looking dagger and walked towards Mouri Kogoro.

Douzi:!

No, you can't just kill him once and for all, right? Hey, I'm a phantom thief, not a terrorist!

Wakamaki Ryo cut the rope used to bind Mouri Kogoro's hands, tied his right hand behind his back, and tied his left hand in front of him, leaving a certain amount of room for movement - well, even if it looks like this This position seems a bit obscene, but at least if uncle wants to go to the toilet, he should be able to rely on himself.

"By the way, your anesthetic works well."

It can work for Kogoro Mouri who has such a high resistance to anesthesia, so I'm afraid it's not the latest model improved by the doctor.

Kuroba Kaito chuckled, turned his face in front of the mirror at the speed of light, and soon transformed into the appearance of Mouri Kogoro perfectly.

"By the way, Professor, you said you don't want to show up for the time being, but inside the Dusk Villa..."

"My children will entertain the guests well."

Of course everyone should be treated equally regardless of their emotional value, and those who are fighting should not be spared. It seems that Mr. Phantom Thief, a simple man, has not been troubled by Sangria, a pervert.

"Your children...wait, are you married? Do you have children?"

Kuroba Kaito looked shocked. After all, the professor's face looked like he was 26 or 27 years old. He had always thought that the professor was an older brother at best.

Is the result already from my father's generation?

Wakamu Ryo, who was a generation older, looked at Kaitou Kid who was driving the train in his mind.

"Is there a possibility that I picked up this child and adopted it by the way?"

"Oh, oh, that's right, hahaha."

Kuroba Kaito touched his head and smiled awkwardly.

Wakamaki Ryo was a little blind when Douzi made a vindictive expression on his face like Mouri Kogoro's. He stretched out his hand and carried the person directly to the door of the gas station, then took a spare tire and stuffed it into his arms.

"Let's go quickly before we get exposed by the little detective before we even get in the car."

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Since Daizensuke was already cold, there was naturally no one plotting with Granny Senjian to cause trouble. Therefore, Kuroba Kaito and the others did not encounter any uninvited Granny Mountain Demon on the road, and drove the car to the destination without incident. The entrance of the villa at dusk.

"But this villa looks really evil. Why don't you call it Dusk Villa? It's better to call it Vampire Castle."

Xiaolan: ...

She pretended to be calm and held Conan in her arms to encourage her.

Ruo Muliang, who flew straight to the annex, looked at the live broadcast room and shrugged. Not to mention the tragedy 40 years ago, this is one of the winery's old nests. How can it not be eerie?

"Tsk, the owner of the annex is going a little too far. The door is closed, do you want us all to turn into drowned rats outside?

My old woman's body can't help it. "

Senjian Fangshi looked at the door of the villa with a slightly dissatisfied expression.

"Hey, Uncle Maori, and K...Conan and Xiaolan are here too."

Hattori Heiji and Toyama Kazuha, both in school uniforms, also got out of the taxi one after another. Hattori approached Conan enthusiastically and said hello to Kuroba Kaito.

Kazuo fell behind, exchanged a few words with the driver responsible for driving, followed Heiji, and held Xiaolan's arm with a smile.

In the original plot, although Daizensuke Shang also invited Hattori Heiji, the timing was unlucky because three-quarters of the combinations could not be in the same frame (crossed out). Because Hattori Heiji needed to take an exam, Shizuka Mami refused this time. invite.

After a while, the detective Haruka Motegi, who has been hanging out in Chicago all year round, dealing with various mafia gangs, the detective Miss Gunda Ikumi who once worked as a prosecutor, and the detective Hakuba who carries an eagle and is full of British aristocratic style... They all appeared at the gate of the annex.

And at the moment when everyone arrived, with a creak, the door of the annex opened automatically, revealing a dimly lit corridor.

Xiaolan and Heye swallowed nervously at the same time, and couldn't help but get closer.

"Hey, do you want to give us a kick when you first come up?"

Motegi Harushi laughed. As a hard-core detective who experienced gun battles every day, he naturally would not take this little trick to heart.

"Ladies, just stay in the middle. I'll take the lead."

After saying that, Motegi Haruka took the lead and walked into the dusk annex, which was full of haunted house atmosphere.

Hattori Heiji's emotional intelligence was not really hopelessly low. After noticing that Kazuya was trembling a little, he reached out and patted Kazuya on the shoulder.

"What are you afraid of? I'm here."

The group of people followed the light from the corridor to the hall. An old man in a suit was standing at the entrance of the living room. He bowed to them stiffly and extended his hand in a gesture of invitation.

I don't know if it was because of the lighting, but the old man's face looked too pale.

Xiaolan trembled subconsciously and hugged Conan tightly. Conan, the little pervert, suddenly had a "So soft~" expression on his face.

Knowing his true identity, Kuroba Kaito and Hattori Heiji both cursed in their hearts: Beast!

The attention of the three idiots was distracted for a moment, but the eagle in Baima Tan's hand moved a little when he passed by the old man, causing Baima Tan to subconsciously observe the silent old man twice more.

The clothes on his body...why don't they seem right?

The old man: "Guys, please relax in the living room for a while. The master will meet you at dinner time."

A rough and unpleasant sound sounded, like fingernails scratching on a blackboard, making everyone frown subconsciously. Senjian Yushiro stared at the old man's face, trying hard to remember something.

I always feel like I have seen this person before somewhere.