Conan: Live in the Maori Detective Agency at the beginning

"Oh, it's like this again. Can't the mission be canceled this time?" Li Xingchen muttered as he went to the front desk in the middle of the airport hall to get something.

Li Xingchen walked to the front desk. A dark-skinned receptionist in work clothes saw Li Xingchen in a black dress. She quickly stood up and said in her perfect English: "Sir, how can I help you?"

"A friend of mine left something here with you." Li Xingchen said in broken English.

The waitress paused for a moment, probably trying to sort out what Li Xingchen wanted to say.

She was a little uncertain and asked again, "Sir, did your friend leave anything behind?"

Li Xingchen nodded and confirmed: "Yes."

"Okay, sir, what's your name?" She was relieved. If she misunderstood, the grumpy customer might complain to her.

"Xinye." Li Xingchen said with his hands in his pockets.

After a while, she bent down and handed a card and a plane ticket to Li Xingchen, saying, "This is a note your friend left for you and a plane ticket that will take off in five minutes."

Li Xingchen reached out his hand like a gentleman and took what she handed over. His fingers were slightly bent, and he held the note and the plane ticket firmly.

His eyes swept across the note.

Li Xingchen's eyes narrowed slightly, and then he folded the note and stuffed it into his chest pocket without changing his expression.

He took out his passport from his pocket, handed it to the attendant along with the ticket, and said, "Please change my flight from Los Angeles to New York at 5pm this afternoon, Los Angeles time."

"Okay..." After the front desk clerk asked a bunch of questions, Li Xingchen finally succeeded in changing his ticket.

The organization provided a fake identity to buy the ticket, so it is really troublesome to change the ticket.

As Li Xingchen was walking away, two people in FBI uniforms came to the front desk and found the waiter to ask about something.

"Huh? Are the FBI people looking for me?" Li Xingchen turned around and saw them and said in a low voice.

"Have you seen this person?" One of the FBI agents held up a photo, which also showed a blonde woman wearing FBI uniform.

"Sorry, I haven't seen it." The front desk clerk shook his head.

A white waiter next to this waiter also looked over and shook his head to indicate that he had never seen him.

Li Xingchen took advantage of the crowd to secretly observe the front desk.

The FBI didn't seem to be running in his direction, so it seemed they were not looking for him.

It’s not enough to go look for him, just go to the departure hall first.

Li Xingchen turned around and followed the signs towards the terminal hall. He found a fast food restaurant in the terminal hall and had a meal. There was nothing special about the food except that it was expensive.

It was the funding provided by the organization that made Li Xingchen feel less distressed.

After taking a short rest in the terminal hall, Li Xingchen boarded the plane with his luggage and a puzzled look on his face.

After all, the paper said that I would meet Porter in Terminal 1.

But why didn't he show up when we got to board the plane?

Inside the cabin of a Boeing 747 aircraft.

Li Xingchen was walking in the aisle, looking for his seat, muttering his seat number.

I walked all the way and finally found his seat, which was a row of three seats.

He sat facing the aisle, and Li Xingchen placed his luggage in the luggage locker above.

Li Xingchen sat back in his seat and thought to himself, if the organization is so rich, why don't they buy him a first-class ticket?

Only when he used his own money to come to other places to do missions, Li Xingchen would directly buy a first-class ticket without any hesitation.

After all, the money came from the organization, and he would have to be reimbursed by the organization later.

To the extent that those in charge of money in the organization would fall into long silence every time they saw Li Xingchen's invoices and reimbursement records.

The person in charge of the money must be thinking that the members of the organization are not treating the organization's money as money.

Funds in the organization have always been in short supply. After all, the cost of researching drug A is very high. Even the few armed helicopters and submarines in the organization combined do not cost a fraction of the investment in developing drug A.

But all this has nothing to do with Li Xingchen. In his opinion, money is meant to be spent.

"It's really annoying. Mom didn't explain it earlier. We were supposed to go to New York tomorrow, but now we have to transfer to get there."

"Hey, Shinichi. Look at that guy over there. Does he look like the one we met on the plane before?"

Li Xingchen came back to his trance and when he looked up he saw two people standing very close to him.

"What a coincidence, Mr. Niino." Kudo Shinichi took the initiative to greet him.

"Oh, it's you." Li Xingchen said with a little surprise, but he was wondering in his heart why he met Kudo Shinichi again. Could there be another murder on this flight?

Xingchen shouted, why are you here too.

"Hmm? Didn't Mr. Niino say that he was going to Los Angeles to perform at a concert?" Mao Lilan asked curiously.

"Oh, that's right. That friend just called and said he got the location wrong. It's actually in New York."

"But I was on a plane and he couldn't contact me. As soon as I got off the plane, I received countless messages from him. I had no choice but to change flights." Li Xingchen began to explain with a mixture of truth and falsehood.

"Then Mr. Kudo and Miss, why do you want to change flights?" Li Xingchen asked curiously.

"Shinichi's mother changed the plan at the last minute and asked us to fly directly to New York," explained Ran Mouri.

"Oh, so that's how it is. The plane is about to take off, so you should hurry up and find your seats." Li Xingchen nodded to show that he understood and said by the way.

"Well, let me take a look." Mao Lilan looked around, looking for her seat number.

"Right next to Mr. Niino." Kudo Shinichi was a little surprised and pointed to the seat number above the seat in front of them, which was exactly where Li Xingchen was sitting.

"I'm so lucky!" Mao Lilan said as if she felt very lucky, and found a seat as soon as she arrived.

"Oh." Li Xingchen was a little surprised. He didn't expect that their seats were right next to him.

Li Xingchen left his seat and asked them to sit inside.

Xingchen said, I’m afraid the god of death has come again.

The plane took off safely, and no murder occurred during this period of time.

It made Xingchen, who was watching Memory, feel a little bored.

But soon, Xingchen felt a darkness in front of his eyes and he was suddenly out of memory.

Because in reality.