Conan: Live in the Maori Detective Agency at the beginning

“An extremely difficult reasoning question and answer session.”

"Anyone who answers all the questions correctly can get it." Kanaya Yuyuki waved his hand and pointed to a thick book that Iwai Hitomi was holding next to her as if showing it off.

He continued: "Sherlock Holmes first appeared, Conan Doyle's masterpiece."

"A rare first edition of A Study in Scarlet."

"Wow!" exclaimed the Sherlock Holmes fans present. This temptation is no less than placing a full banquet in front of a foodie.

The first edition of the collection! Xingchen's eyes sparkled. He knew that this kind of thing had a fatal temptation for Conan.

If you can get it and propose conditions for exchange.

Conan won't refuse.

When I thought of this, the sadness of losing money the day before yesterday disappeared instantly.

"But, before that," Jin Gu said, playing hard to get, "I would like you to prove how much you admire Sherlock Holmes."

"That shouldn't be a problem."

"Proof?" asked the woman who had just mocked Kogoro Mori.

"Let the clerk distribute the 1,000-question Sherlock Holmes test to everyone now," said Jin Gu Yuzhi.

A thousand questions?

Xingchen's excitement calmed down instantly. Let alone a thousand questions, he might not be able to answer even ten questions.

I'm listening to see if there are any other requirements. If so, I can only think of other ways to make up for it.

Conan, on the other hand, looked excited and eager to try.

"The deadline for submission is tomorrow night. And only those with scores above 990 can participate in the final reasoning round."

"Just in case, the mobile phone and related books are given to the store clerk for safekeeping." said Jin Gu Yuzhi.

Xingchen laughed and thought, this boss probably doesn't want to give it, how can any god answer this question?

No, there seemed to be a man next to him who remembered clearly the day when Sherlock Holmes and Professor Moriarty fell off the cliff.

This made Xingchen look at Conan.

Jin Gu Yuzhi also said that it was okay not to hand it over.

There are surveillance cameras everywhere, just cheat.

Then he had no choice but to leave the hotel.

"Should I also take part in this test of yours?" asked Kogoro Mouri.

"No need, you are a special guest. All you need to do is give a speech at the end." Kanaya Yuyuki looked at Maori Kogoro and said.

"Boss, as long as I score more than 990 points, can I also participate in the reasoning quiz?" Conan asked excitedly.

"Uh, of course." Jin Gu Yuzhi looked down at Conan and said.

"Yeah!" Conan looked at the thick question-and-answer sheet in his hand as if he was already holding the treasured book.

and so.

Inside the room, Conan and Xingchen were arranged in the same room.

Xingchen, who was wearing teddy bear pajamas, glanced at the time on the desk. It was pointing to three o'clock in the morning. His eyelids were drooping subconsciously.

So he looked at Conan who was still writing the thousand little questions on the desk and said, "Are you really not going to sleep?"

"No." Conan was wearing blue pajamas, but his excited expression could not be concealed at all. He responded without even turning his head.

"Even if I beg you, just take a nap." Xingchen lay on the bed with his arms and legs spread out, with the light on. How could he sleep like this?

Who wouldn’t turn on the air conditioner in such a hot day?

This boss is too stingy.

I'm afraid it will all be in vain in the end.

"Almost there, almost there, give me some more time!" Conan said when he wrote question 359.

"It seems like you said that an hour ago." Xingchen said with a yawn.

This is a tough prison to sleep in.

Or just carry Conan to bed. Two consecutive days of insomnia is too difficult for a seven-year-old child like Xingchen.

Xingchen suddenly turned his gaze to Conan.

"...Three desserts!" Conan felt Xingchen's resentful gaze. He could give anything for that treasured book.

Xingchen shook his head and waved his fist indignantly, saying, "It's not about the dessert, it's that you went too far!"

After saying that, Xingchen got out of bed. Conan turned to look at Xingchen, waved his hand and said, "Just once, this is the last time."

Conan watched Xingchen approaching step by step, and seemed to see a black aura covering Xingchen.

Conan could only offer his ultimate move, and quickly put his hands together and said, "I'll take care of your desserts for next month!"

Xingchen stopped walking immediately, turned around, yawned, and walked back, muttering, "You should go to bed early too. I'm going to the bathroom first."

Blood recovery successful.

Conan saw Xingchen staggering out of the door.

He couldn't help but let out a long sigh, looking at the thick stack of questions in his hand.

I thought to myself, here he comes, the first edition of the collection of A Study in Scarlet.

Xingchen walked down the corridor and came to the door of the toilet.

Push open the door and run into the bathroom.

Into the last pit.

"Oh, really. Is it necessary to do this for that first edition collector's book? Fortunately, I recovered some money." Xingchen muttered as he went to the toilet.

Plop~.

"What's that sound?" Xingchen just pulled up his pants and looked at the closed window next to him in confusion.

Next to him, he had the impression that the other side of the wall seemed to be close to a cliff.

So Xingchen opened the window and saw only darkness and the garage next to it.

"Did I hear it wrong?" Xingchen held the window and closed the window after observing for a few minutes.

Maybe I haven't slept for too long, so I'm hallucinating.

It's all Conan's fault.

Little did he know that a dark-skinned man poked his head out of the garage next door and squinted at the window that had just been closed.

The next day.

"Ah." Xingchen stretched lazily. He had not slept well last night.

Xingchen looked at the alarm clock. It was already half past twelve.

I thought to myself, Sister Xiaolan didn’t come to call them.

I guess she also knows that Conan has been writing it all night.

Xingchen looked at Conan who was sleeping soundly on the bed next to him and shook his head helplessly, "He's asleep. Let me see where he's at."

"Finished all of it?!" Xingchen walked to the desk, flipped open the Thousand Questions on the table and looked at the densely written words, muttering to himself.

The body is made of iron.

Sherlock Holmes fans are horrified.

"Conan, Xiaochen, come out for lunch." Mao Lilan knocked on the door.

"I'm coming." Xingchen went over and opened the door.

"Conan isn't awake yet." Ran Mouri poked her head in and said when she saw Conan lying on the bed.

"Well, he stayed up all night writing the Thousand Questions last night. There's no need to wait for him, let's go eat first." Xingchen nodded and touched his stomach.

"Really? Conan really likes Sherlock Holmes." Ran Mouri nodded in understanding, closed the door and nodded.

"Indeed." Xingchen nodded.

Time passed slowly and soon it was evening.

The group had finished dinner and were sitting in the restaurant waiting for the boss to arrive.

"Really? How long does he want us to wait?" Fujisawa Toshiaki slammed his hands on the table, stood up and said