Nagai Hikaru's Ke Xuexing

After slowly finishing his lunch, Nagai Hikaru walked elegantly on the streets of London. Because of his gorgeous dress, children would occasionally run up to him, take photos nervously with him, and then run away.

With his gorgeous appearance and dress, and with Shuichi Hamura following behind him in a black four-piece suit, no one dared to approach him.

After sitting in Hyde Park for a while, it was almost two o'clock in the afternoon.

"The women's singles tennis final is about to begin." said Hamura Shuichi. "Today is the biggest match in London."

"Go now." Nagai Mitsuru opened his white parasol and walked out of the shade of the trees.

Outside the Wimbledon tennis court, Nagai Hikaru looked at the door from a distance. Hamura Shuichi said with a smile: "It's impossible to buy tickets for the center court now, and it's not convenient to go in under the young lady's skirt. Let's go to Murray Hill. There is a big screen there to watch the broadcast inside the court."

"Okay." Nagai Hikaru lifted her skirt slightly, turned around and walked towards Murray Mountain with Hamura Shuichi.

"Xiao Guang?" a voice came.

Nagai Hikaru turned around in surprise: "Ah, Uncle Yusaku."

"You've arrived as expected." Kudo Yusaku said with a smile.

"really?"

"You actually solved that mystery a long time ago." Kudo Yusaku walked in front of Nagai Hikaru, "I noticed a long time ago that every time Shinichi solved a case, you had no interest."

"Because I really have no interest in solving the case."

"Too simple. Is that so?" Kudo Yusaku smiled and walked towards Mount Murray with Nagai Hikaru.

"It seemed like before every murder, you could tell who was going to get murdered."

Oh, usually the person who is to be murdered has either taunted Shinichi, or the people around him have obvious motives to kill him.

As long as there are four or three strangers around, there may be a case. Although more than 20 years have passed since I finished studying thousands of episodes of science, I probably still remember these rules clearly.

"After the crime, when Shinichi was still trying to find clues, your sights had already stopped at the murderer." Kudo Yusaku looked at Nagai Hikaru, "But you never spoke, nor gave any hints, you just watched Shinichi asking for clues around the crime scene."

The first choice is the handsome guy. If there is no handsome guy, then the one who is the closest and best to the deceased. If there is none, then either the one with the lame leg or the one with the most sufficient alibi.

This is a scientific law, but Nagai Mitsuru can't explain it.

"Yukiko and I have always known that you are actually smarter and more stable than Shinichi. So we felt relieved when we left Shinichi to travel. Although you may seem a little crazy sometimes, you actually do things that are reassuring."

Nagai Hikaru nodded coldly: "Thank you Uncle Yusaku for praising me, but what you said is really not right."

"Just like today, he worked hard to find clues all over London, but you took a break and came directly here." Already walking up Murray Mountain, it is easy to get the admission ticket here.

So there were a lot of people on the lawn.

But even so, Nagai Hikaru is still very eye-catching in her Victorian dress.

"No, I just think the criminal's target must be the most popular and most watched one today." There was some wind on the hillside, blowing up the feather hair accessories on Nagai Hikaru's golden bun.

"You're always like this. Even if you care about Shinichi, you will find a bunch of excuses." Kudo Yusaku smiled and looked at the broadcast on the screen. Not long after the game started, the blonde female tennis player fell behind a little.

"Thank you for taking care of him during this time. He must have caused you a lot of trouble after he became a child."

"No, he looks very cute as a kid." Nagai Mitsuru looked at the score on the screen.

"You have been helping the organization clean up its mess. As a father, you always find out about the dangers afterward, and you break out in a cold sweat."

"Uncle Yusaku, you're a good father."

"Hahaha, your words make me ashamed." Kudo Yusaku laughed, "Anyway, Shinichi, thank you for taking care of him."

"He is my younger brother." Nagai Mitsuru tucked a strand of hair that was blown onto his face by the wind behind his ear.

"Yukiko and I have thanked ourselves countless times for your willingness to come to our house at that time." Kudo Yusaku sighed, "You even managed to get Conan's passport for Shinichi. Thank you for your hard work."

"It's actually quite simple, as long as you know how." Nagai Hikaru shrugged. "Japan is recently migrating paper data to computer data, so it won't be difficult to insert a child into it."

"In theory, nothing is difficult." Kudo Yusaku nodded, "But even if we do it, we can't give him the identity of Conan. Xiaoguang, sometimes you don't have to be so humble, it will make others look useless."

"Ah, sorry."

"No, no, no, it's not your problem." Kudo Yusaku was a little embarrassed, "Xiao Guang, you..."

"...Conan, they seem to have arrived." They stood on the top of the mountain and could see an entrance to the Wimbledon tennis stadium. Conan and Mao Lilan and their group were nervously negotiating with the ticket inspector at the gate.

Kudo Yusaku nodded to Nagai Hikaru and said, "Although it is a bit embarrassing to say this, Shinichi, I will be counting on you from now on."

Nagai Hikaru smiled at Kudo Yusaku and said, "Don't worry, Uncle Yusaku, he is my brother. I have watched him grow up, and I will continue to do so."

After Kudo Yusaku left, Hamura Shuichi came over and stood behind him and whispered, "It seems that it will rain in an hour or two, Miss, should we continue watching or go back first."

"It's okay, I have an umbrella with me."

When Mao Lilan and her group arrived at the lawn, they were surprised to see Nagai Mitsuru.

"Oh my god, Xiaoguang, you are so beautiful." Mao Lilan came over with a smile, "This outfit really suits London."

It was also the first time that Conan saw Nagai Hikaru dressed like this, and he stammered, "Sister Hikaru... you're so beautiful."

"Your sister Xiaolan will look beautiful in this outfit too."

"By the way, why is Sister Xiaoguang here?" Conan suddenly thought.

"It's a rare opportunity to come across a final, so I came to watch it. But it looks like the blond guy is about to lose." Nagai Mitsuru said, looking at the huge live broadcast screen.

"Oh no, the criminal must be inside the stadium." Conan looked at the screen anxiously, and the score made him more and more anxious.

"This blonde player is really interesting. Every time she hits the ball, it's almost out of bounds. Did she practice this specifically?" Nagai Hikaru's voice came, and Conan suddenly had an idea and recalled every time this player's ball landed.

After a while, he rushed to the ticket gate again.

Nagai Hikaru watched Conan run away, while Mouri Ran and Mouri Kogoro were already sitting on the lawn watching the game nervously.

A tall woman at the ticket gate walked up to Conan, said a few words, and gave him the ticket.

"That's great. Sister Yukiko is here too." Nagai Hikaru turned around and said, "Forget it, let's go back."

"Don't you want to continue watching? Take your umbrella with you." asked Shuichi Hamura.

"Let's go. Uncle Yusaku has already come up to me and praised me. If Sister Yukiko does the same to me, it would not be very friendly to me." Nagai Mitsuru raised his umbrella and greeted Mouri Ran.

Mao Lilan was a little surprised: "Aren't you going to finish it?"

On the display screen, Conan was talking loudly in English to the blonde female tennis player.

Nagai Hikaru, who had not learned English well, was too lazy to think about it and shook his head at Mao Lilan: "I have something to do and I'll leave first."

"But..." Ran Mouri looked at Conan on the screen nervously. The people around her laughed kindly and were touched by the cuteness of the child.

"He can handle it." Nagai Hikaru lowered his eyelids, "Don't worry, he can handle it."

"Xiao Guang..." Mao Lilan felt a little strange.

Nagai Hikaru smiled and waved his hands: "Nothing, I have something else to do here, I will return to Japan a few days later, tell Conan not to worry."

"Okay, is it about work?"

Nagai Hikaru nodded: "Yes, we have to arrange the focus of work in Europe."

It's a pity for Mao Lilan.

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At the top of the rectangular table in the conference room, Nagai Akira was holding a large tablet and flipping through documents page by page. On each side sat five code members, seven men and three women, three of whom were black.

"I'm very happy that after I notified you last night, you all came to London on your own initiative to attend this meeting." Nagai Akira put the tablet on the table, resting his hands on his chin, his blue cat-like pupils flashing with a smile, "This prevents us from losing companions like we lost Rag and Al."

The other nine members glanced covertly at Gin, who was sitting on the seat to the left of Nagai Akira.

The display screen behind Nagai Akira flickered, and a picture of an old man appeared on it. Karasuma Renya's voice came out: "Europe will be handed over to Burgundy. I hope you can support him well."

The nine European codename members bowed their heads respectfully.

It’s hard to figure out who is behind Burgundy, Cointreau or BOSS?

Nagai Akira did not look back at the BOSS on the screen, but clapped his hands. The door opened, and Nagai Mitsuru, dressed in a platinum dress, walked in from the door at the end of the long table. He held a lace umbrella as a cane, and the tip of the umbrella tapped the ground, making a regular tapping sound with every step.

Finally, he stopped at the end of the long table. Shuichi Hamura pushed a chair for him. Mitsuru Nagai sat down gracefully and handed the umbrella to Shuichi Hamura.

The door at the back was closed, and Nagai Mitsuru was sitting at one end of the long table, and Nagai Akira was sitting at the other end.

"Let me introduce myself. My code name is Bordeaux." Nagai Hikaru put his elbows on the table and propped up his chin with the back of his hand. "It's interesting. Burgundy and I are both French red wines, but I'm meeting you in London."

Nagai Akira nodded: "Perhaps because every war in Europe is always accompanied by the shadow of Britain stirring up trouble."

"This metaphor is a bit disgusting." Nagai Hikaru frowned, then smiled brightly, "But, gentlemen, I like war."

"The United States is no longer willing to continue investing in the Middle East, which may lead to calls for military spending cuts reappearing," Nagai Akira said naturally.

"We need to open up a new battlefield to gain benefits." Nagai Hikaru tapped the table with his other hand. "We also need an opponent that the American people are absolutely unwilling to hand over victory to."