Conan: Live in the Maori Detective Agency at the beginning

"This isn't some weird tour group. It's an event organized by a Sherlock Holmes fan."

"I heard that those who pass the final reasoning stage can get a mysterious gift." Conan retorted.

"That has nothing to do with me." Kogoro Mori waved his hand and turned around and said.

"Hmm~!" Xingchen also nodded in boredom and agreement. No wonder he saw Conan filling something last night.

It turned out to be to sign up for this tour group.

"But the other party said that he heard of your name as a famous detective and hoped to meet you, uncle." Conan had no choice but to use his trump card.

"Look, uncle is specially invited on the invitation letter." Conan said, holding up the invitation letter in his hand. He thought to himself, it doesn't matter whether Uncle Maori goes or not, if the other party didn't insist that his guardian go with him before giving him the qualification.

Oh, when can it return to the way it was.

Kogoro Maori took the invitation letter and read the words carefully, pondering it.

The last line of small words also welcomes the respected famous detective Mr. Kogoro Mori to visit our store.

It can be seen that Conan tried his best for this Sherlock Holmes tour.

"Is that so? I'll go with you reluctantly." Kogoro Mouri said with an exaggerated smile on his face.

"Chen and Sister Xiaolan, let's go together." Conan turned his head to look at Xingchen and invited him.

"Okay." Xingchen nodded and agreed, except for buying a bag after accompanying Huibara Ai shopping the day before.

Xingchen spent the rest of the time reviewing the principles of bombs, and planned to ask the doctor to make him some fake bombs for practice.

There was no chance to defuse the bomb last time, so this is also to prevent it from happening next time.

"Okay." Mao Lilan also nodded in response.

soon.

Seven o'clock the next evening.

A van was driving on the viaduct.

There were other people in the car besides Conan Xingchen and Maori father and daughter.

There are also three Sherlock Holmes fans and one employee.

Xingchen heard that her boss was the one who organized this Sherlock Holmes tour.

"Ah, you like A Study in Scarlet." The three middle-aged men who were Sherlock Holmes fans turned their heads and looked at the woman sitting behind them.

When Xingchen set out, he looked at the list and saw that his name was Fujisawa Toshiaki.

"Yes." The woman nodded. The woman was also on the list and her name was Shimizu Nareko.

The man sitting next to the woman was named Ikuo Kawazu.

"Oh, that was the first time Holmes appeared, the most memorable first work." said Fujisawa Toshiaki.

The three were discussing which of Sherlock Holmes' works they liked.

Conan couldn't help but raise his hand and join them, blushing with excitement and saying, "Me, me. I like the four signatures the most!"

"That book is indeed a world-renowned masterpiece." Kawazu Ikuo said, leaning back in his chair.

"Little boy, you are amazing. You know a lot of words." Fujisawa Toshiaki smiled. Even children know the name of Sherlock Holmes.

Xingchen was leaning against the window, drowsy. Last night, Conan talked to him about Sherlock Holmes for the whole night.

I even asked him questions like, "Chen, which work of Sherlock Holmes do you like best?"

I like...balabala the most.

Xingchen didn't sleep the whole night.

Even pulling the quilt over my head and closing my eyes wouldn't help.

His mind was full of what Conan had said about Sherlock Holmes, and he finally saw Conan's enthusiasm for Sherlock Holmes.

Xingchen has also read Sherlock Holmes, but it is good to watch, but it shouldn’t be like this.

Kogoro Mouri also felt a little regretful. He sighed, looked at Conan and held his forehead with his hand, thinking, "Really?"

"Excuse me, which work do you prefer?" Ikuo Kawazu asked Kogoro Mori.

"Me, is it me?" Kogoro Mouri was stunned for a moment and said, pointing at himself.

"Yes." Kawazu Ikuo and Fujizawa Toshiaki smiled and nodded.

"Well, I like Murder on the Western Express." Kogoro Mouri said, scratching his head.

The excitement of everyone in the car instantly cooled down.

Conan also glanced at Kogoro Mouri and thought to himself, what a joke, my uncle can also do some weird things.

"Isn't it the Murder on the Orient Express that you're talking about?" Fujisawa Toshiaki looked at Mouri Kogoro with suspicion, as if a wolf had sneaked in among a group of good people.

It's totally not the same lineup.

"And the real author of that novel is Agatha Christie. It is not at all the work of Mr. Conan Doyle, whom I admire." Shimizu Nareko said to Kogoro Mori with a strange expression.

I'm afraid the organizer invited the wrong person.

"I didn't expect that there would be an outsider sneaking into this group." Ikuo Kawazu said boredly while looking out the window.

"That's right, it's such a bummer." Fujisawa Toshiaki also turned his head and looked out the car window and said.

In an instant, the atmosphere on the scene changed from intense excitement to awkwardness.

"....." Xingchen, who was not asleep, listened to their words.

I am also speechless about Uncle Maori, it would be nice to make up one.

What would happen if you asked yourself?

Xingchen couldn't help but think that he seemed to have read so many mystery novels from Conan's house.

If he had to choose one, he would still prefer And Then There Were None.

It seems that the author of this book is the same as the one my uncle just mentioned.

If I say it out loud, it might end up being the same as Uncle Maori's. The atmosphere instantly becomes cold.

Just when Kogoro Mouri was complaining to Ran Mouri that he would have to live with them for three more days.

The staff member sitting in the vice-presidential seat said: "Actually, it's not just these few people here."

"Our boss is now driving another group of people to the hotel." Staff member Iwai Hitomi said as she looked at them.

"Oh my God." Kogoro Mouri muttered involuntarily. He couldn't stay in the car with three Sherlock Holmes fans in it.

There is another push coming.

"Isn't this fun?" Conan jumped up and said.

"The more people there are, the more fun it is." Conan said excitedly like a child.

Although he also noticed that Kogoro Mori had already thought about leaving early.

"It's fun there." Kogoro Mouri was very unhappy and decided to give Conan an iron fist of justice.

"It hurts!" Conan said, covering his head.

Xingchen opened his eyes and looked at the big bump on Conan's head and laughed inwardly.

Although his expression did not change, he consoled him: "This is just like playing with Conan, uncle, don't be angry, don't be angry."

"Oh, can't we be like Xiaochen, who makes people worry less?" Maori Kogoro compared and sighed with his arms folded across his chest.

Conan covered the big bump on his head and glanced at Xingchen beside him. He couldn't help but think that he suspected Xingchen wanted to take revenge on him for what happened last night.

But there is no evidence, waiting online.

Not urgent.

After a while.

The car stopped in front of a hotel with a sign of Maiche Luowu Hotel hanging on it.

There is a hotel built on the edge of a cliff. Xingchen got out of the car and looked at the hotel, and couldn't help but think.

He is truly a man of great skill and courage.

You can even faintly hear the sound of waves crashing not far away.

Isn't this the place where the murder is most likely to have occurred?

Xingchen glanced at Conan, and his heart skipped a beat, with the same ominous feeling as before.

It looks like this is going to be another disturbing journey.