Conan: Live in the Maori Detective Agency at the beginning

"People really can't do bad things." Sanping Kangfu said, and took a bite of fried rice

"People are already dead, how can you still eat?" Naoya Hikami said sarcastically.

"Hmph, young man, if you don't have the courage, just shut up." Sanping Kangfu said, and took another bite of fried rice.

With a click.

Sanping Kangfu spat out the contents of his mouth and shouted, "Come quickly, call the chef over!"

The thing fell to the ground.

Xingchen stretched his head and saw this scene, feeling puzzled and wondering if he had bitten something.

Seeing this, Conan crawled under the table, picked up the things on the ground with a handkerchief, wrapped them up and took them away.

Naoya Hikari said rather viciously, "Oh, what's wrong again? Did a cockroach get into your mouth?"

"Who told you to come and eat at this time?"

"What did you say!" Sanping Kangfu looked at him and said angrily.

There's a quarrel going on here.

Conan put a handkerchief on his hand and showed what he found.

Conan was surprised when he saw this: "This is it."

"A fragment of the hanging ring of an art lamp?"

"It can even fall into the fried rice." Xingchen asked doubtfully.

On the other side, Inspector Megure stepped forward to dissuade the two men.

Nanjo Mika, who was standing nearby, concluded, "In short, Councillor Tōguchi died because the art lamp fell on him."

"If this is really a homicide, then the murderer must have tampered with the art lamp."

"When the lights are out, bring him to the bottom of the art light. Only then will it be possible to activate the trap and kill him, but..." Nanjo Mika told them to look at the light and see that there were no mechanisms on the light or at the joints.

"So it's impossible that he was the one who killed him." Nanjo Mika concluded.

"If you figure it out, could you release us visitors as soon as possible?" said Nanjo Mika.

"..." Inspector Megure fell silent. The people here are all celebrities and what if something happens again.

Besides, there are many reporters outside, and public opinion may emerge if we are not careful.

This will make things very difficult.

"She's right. That's how the organization did it. And what was that voice?" Xingchen whispered.

"Not sure, but their goal was still achieved."

Xingchen asked Conan directly: "Do you have any clues?"

After all, Conan is better at reasoning and discovering clues, so there may be clues that he has not seen.

"Oh, um. I picked up this handkerchief on the ground." Conan was stunned for a moment, then took out the purple handkerchief that had just fallen from the sky and landed on his head from his pocket and said.

"A purple handkerchief? Apart from being able to prove that it was picked up at the hotel front desk, is there any way to go to the front desk and ask the owner of the handkerchief?" Xingchen said, looking down at the words on the handkerchief in Conan's hand.

"of course."

"According to what the host just said about commemorating Director Sakamaki's representative work, 'Rainbow Handkerchief'."

"And judging from the handkerchiefs in the hands of other people present, there are about seven colors. Each color corresponds to the seven colors of the rainbow, namely red, orange, yellow, green, cyan, blue and purple." Conan began to speculate.

"The organizer probably wants to connect the work and the handkerchief to organize an event, so they can check at the front desk to find out who has taken the purple handkerchief." Xingchen said, touching his chin with sudden understanding.

"Well, there must be a list at the front desk. We can narrow down the scope." Conan nodded.

"But you can't be sure that this handkerchief is related to this case." said Huihara Ai.

"Although we have no way of knowing whether this handkerchief is related to the murderer, its relationship with the murder case is not completely zero," Conan said confidently while looking at them with a smile.

"Yeah." Xingchen and Huihara Ai looked at each other and both could see Conan's obsession with the murder case.

......

"Hey, Mr. Policeman."

"It's okay to go to the bathroom, right?" Conan said in a coquettish tone to the two detectives guarding the door.

Xingchen pulled Huihara Ai and walked behind Conan.

He heard the voice, looked at Conan speechlessly and thought to himself, you are worthy of it.

"Huh?" The policeman looked down at the three of them in confusion.

"It shouldn't be a problem to go pee." Conan said pretending to be anxious.

"Well, of course." The policeman said, and as soon as the door opened, the reporters outside began to take the opportunity to take pictures frantically.

The flash lights were flashing wildly, and Xingchen subconsciously reached out to hug Huibara Ai and use his body to shield her. He thought to himself, how crazy are these reporters?

"Let's do an interview, shall we?"

"Express your opinion."

"I heard he died in an accident!"

"Huh?!" A reporter saw that they were photographed, looked down at Xingchen in the photo on the camera, frowned, gritted his teeth and looked at Xingchen fiercely, thinking to himself, I have to endure it, no, my plan cannot fail.

My perfect criminal plan cannot be shattered here.

Then he turned and left.

Conan walked in front, and the other two followed behind, squeezing out through the gap in the door.

Upon seeing this, the police quickly explained: "We will explain it to you later. Please wait a moment."

After saying that, he closed the door.

The reporter continued to ask questions, but the door remained tightly closed.

the other side.

Kenzo Masuyama also found an excuse, disguised himself and went into a warehouse.

He found a laptop from a hidden place, turned it on and connected it to his mobile phone with a data cable.

Wait for the database to be connected.

Start searching and enter the English name of Jiannanchun.

A photo appeared on the screen, which was Jiannanchun’s ID photo.

A young boy wearing black clothes, with black hair, brown eyes and a childish face.

"Hmph." He snorted, his face looking a little unhappy.

Because the boy's face didn't look much like Xingchen, and he had never seen Xingchen as a child.

So he planned to re-enter Shirley's English.

to confirm.

A close-up photo of Miyano Shiho wearing a white robe appeared on the screen, and Kenzo Masuyama smiled with satisfaction.

I'm not sure if that child is Jiannanchun, but I can confirm it if you disappear.

Shirley.

Outside the venue.

Conan came to the front desk and asked, "Sister, do you know who is the one who gave out the purple handkerchiefs?"

"What, you mean the person who got the purple handkerchief?" The waitress asked in confusion when she saw two cute children and one of them was holding a baby tightly.

"Well, I just picked up a purple handkerchief. I want to return it to him." Conan nodded.

Xingchen looked at Conan speechlessly and thought to himself, he seems to be getting more and more skilled at pretending to be a child.

"That handkerchief must have some special use later," Conan asked.

The waitress was amazed at how clever the child was, and said, "Yes, after the memorial service, you will choose a color. The person who gets the handkerchief of that color will have to express his or her feelings about the memorial service."