Conan: Live in the Maori Detective Agency at the beginning

"Yes, uncle."

"It's so dark outside, and I've never lived in such a big house before." Xingchen made circles with his hands and pretended to be surprised.

"This..." Kogoro Mori said a little hesitantly.

"It's okay. After all, the famous detective Maori Kogoro is staying at our house. If it weren't for all the things that happened at home."

"I want to talk to you about your experiences in solving cases." Morizono Mikio said with a slight smile on his face.

"I'll have someone arrange accommodation for you later."

"Yurie, Kikuto and others will come to my room soon." Morizono Mikio looked at the two of them and said.

"He, my wife and I are all good friends, and I want to bury him next to my wife." Morizono Mikio turned around, sighed, muttered, and left the room.

"I'm leaving now too. Father also has something to tell me."

"Excuse me." Morizono Yurie nodded.

"Please take care." Kogoro Mouri nodded.

Later, Kikuto Morizono and Katagiri Kaede also left.

There were only six of them left.

Next, a servant came and assigned rooms to the six people.

Toyama Kazuha and Mao Li Ran are preparing in a room.

Kogoro Mouri has his own room.

Because Xingchen and Conan both expressed that they didn't want to sleep with Maori Kogoro.

Then Xingchen and Conan stayed in the same room, and he asked the servant to arrange the room next to Hattori Heiji's room.

They said that they would let Hattori Heiji take care of them, and they also expressed their desire to play with Hattori Heiji.

Ran Mao Li reluctantly agreed and also asked for Hattori Heiji's opinion.

Hattori Heiji said there was no problem.

inside the room.

Xingchen came up to Conan on the bed and said, "It seems they didn't notice."

Hattori Heiji pushed the door open, stood in front of the bed, looked at the two of them and said, "Yes, we can continue with our plan."

"Haha, coming in so suddenly." Conan said with a raised eyebrow.

"Fortunately, brother Heiji acted well." Xingchen stood up and patted Hattori Heiji on the shoulder and said.

"You're not bad either, unlike Kudo who can't even convince his uncle." Hattori Heiji also patted Xingchen's shoulder and said.

"Hahahaha." The two of them burst into the same laughter.

"Haha." Conan Half Moon watched the two people bragging to each other.

Two hours later.

The rain began to fall again, and it was getting heavier. The big raindrops hit the ground with a crackling sound, splashing water.

"The plan you gave was very successful. Those detectives are really just so-so." In a dim room, a person was making a phone call.

"Haha, you should be careful. I heard that the famous detective Mouri Kogoro is also there." A hoarse and low voice came from the other end of the phone.

"Oh."

"But unfortunately, this case was not deduced by this famous detective." The people in the room laughed proudly.

"Is that Hattori Heiji?" asked the person on the other end of the phone.

"That's right." The people in the room affirmed.

"No matter who deduced it, you should have prepared what I want," said the person on the other end of the phone.

"Of course, we will definitely do what we promised." The person in the room looked up at the ceiling and said.

"Okay, as long as you put the evidence into that person's backpack tonight, even a famous detective won't be able to solve this case." The person on the other end of the phone continued to give the plan.

"Remember to be prepared. You know the consequences."

Dudududu~!

The phone was hung up.

"Tsk, this person is really disgusting."

"If others hadn't said that his criminal plan was very useful, I wouldn't have come to him."

"It's really greedy, but this deal is a good deal."

"By paying a small price, you can kill that old guy and frame him. It's really killing two birds with one stone, hahaha." The man in the room laughed sinisterly while holding the phone.

the other side.

Inside a hotel.

In a pitch-black room.

A long-haired man was sitting quietly at the desk, and the phone that had just been hung up was beeping.

The rain outside the window was like a silver-gray curtain, constantly hitting the window, making an endless noisy sound.

There was a thick notebook on the table with several different names and photos written on it.

One of the buildings, which looked like a warehouse, had a big cross marked on it with a red pen, and below it was written No. 12, 2-3-2, Kazami Ryono-cho.

It seems to be describing what is over.

Below this photo, there is a photo of the Maori Detective Agency and the Poirot Cafe downstairs, with the address written below.

It was also crossed out with a big red cross.

The last photo is from where the photo was taken, right next to the window of the Poirot Café, which is next to the pedestrian crossing.

The person in the photo is obviously Xingchen, and it is a side profile photo.

It was written below, and the name Jiannanchun was circled in red.

"Haha, I didn't expect you were not dead." He sneered a few times and then whispered.

"It's because of you that I have to live a life of fear. Jian-Nan-Chun!" He gritted his teeth, his tone filled with hatred and unwillingness.

dong dong!

There was a sudden knock on the door.

"Who?!" He turned his head and looked towards the door cautiously and whispered.

"Hello, this is the room service you ordered." A voice that sounded like a waiter's came from outside.

He looked around and shouted, "Wait a minute, I'll clean up the garbage at the door now."

"Please hurry up."

After waiting for just a few minutes, four or five people outside, besides the waiter, looked at each other.

"Please." A man in gray plainclothes standing next to the waiter took out a pistol from his pocket and said.

"Hi." The waiter nervously swiped the door card.

click!

As soon as the door opened, five or six plainclothes officers rushed into the room one after another.

I saw that the window on the desk was open and the wind was whistling outside.

The strong wind, carrying cold rain, poured into the room unscrupulously. The pages of the notebook on the desk fluttered in the wind, and a closer look revealed that one of the pages had been torn off.

.....

In the middle of the night, the rain was still falling.

A silver figure holding a long stick pushed the neatly wrapped evidence down from the tree.

The evidence fell to the ground.

He squatted down and opened the package, and when he saw the blood-stained kitchen knife and gloves inside, he smiled evilly.

Then he wrapped it up again and walked into the house.

In the dark corridor, he was looking for something with a flashlight.

He smiled when he saw Sakuraba written on the doorplate.

He opened the door and closed it again.

He picked up the flashlight and started looking for the luggage, and he saw the luggage bag on the ground.

He squatted down and opened the luggage bag, then took out the kitchen knife from the evidence package and was about to put it back.

A voice came from inside the room.

"You really are the one who killed that person."