Zongman: People in Conan, raising cats and mice

Erina Nakiri did not stay with Matsumoto Akira and Conan for long, although there were no further arrangements that needed to be left to her to handle.

However, one of the main organizers of this competition is his mother. In addition to the venue, there is also the local boss of his family.

Therefore, as the future heir, Erina Nakiri naturally needs to come forward, whether it is to announce something or simply accompany her grandfather to social events.

If it is not personal strength, social interaction is definitely an inevitable link.

"I felt like she was avoiding me just now. Was there anything wrong with the question I asked before?"

Conan looked at the other person's hurriedly leaving back, and after a long silence, he looked at Matsumoto Akira.

Although the other party said that there were some arrangements that were not so specific, she left just because she needed to attend social events or some necessary occasions that required her to appear.

But judging from the speed just now, it seems that they are moving in a hurry, and it doesn't seem like these activities are just for the sake of simplicity.

"Maybe~ But it's not important. What's important is--" Matsumoto Akira slowly withdrew his gaze from Erina Nakiri's back.

"Since you have already guessed it, why did you ask that question just now?"

Matsumoto Akira found it a little strange. Although Conan's EQ was indeed a little low, he wouldn't ask such questions continuously.

After all, it was the first time for both parties to meet, and Conan had learned a lot from similar ways of reception and handling things.

After all, the courses in Hawaii are quite extensive, at least apart from some knowledge and related skills.

In addition to some special skills, similar ways of treating people are also taught.

No matter what, it shouldn't have turned out like this, but the guest just now acted as if he was relentless.

At least Matsumoto Akira felt that Conan's question just now was very rude, but he didn't know why.

"Is that so? Sorry, I just felt that there was something a little strange about him. I don't know why I always wanted to test him out!"

After a pause, Conan looked at Matsumoto Akira and spoke.

"Just think of me as being unreasonable, but I do have similar ideas!"

"There's a strange aura about him that always makes me feel very uneasy. It should be a mixture of other people's auras. No, it should be a mixture of the habits of some strange guys!"

"But this doesn't seem right. After all, it's Erina Nakiri. No, it should be that guy!"

"If it's not because my judgment is completely wrong, then the other party must have come into contact with similar dangerous people recently!"

Conan sighed, picked up the fruit on the cup, and slumped down in his chair while drinking.

"That should be possible. I remember that the other party's father was a similar extremely dangerous person. Especially after his last failure, he turned evil!"

"You still understand the principle that the darkened ones are three times stronger, and the whitened ones are three times weaker, right?"

Conan nodded. Even though he had never heard of this sentence before, he could roughly understand some of the information.

What's more, Conan had been pulled together before, and had seen similar words, so it was impossible for him not to understand.