Conan Moslin

Conan is now in a state of doubt about his life, and his inner shock is enough to stage a spectacular epic with ups and downs.

First of all, his life today was exciting enough. He got a special game disc from the office, escaped from the woman who was suspected to be from the Black Organization, found clues to the Hirota incident, met a man who was suspected to be from the Black Organization at the same place, and saw the familiar Miss Yuko. Even the person Miss Yuko asked to deliver the key was someone he knew.

Everything that happened today seemed like a perfect circle, and he was pushed to this point.

And now, Hou Lian, who knew that he was investigating 301 and 303, told him a piece of news that he didn't know whether it was true or not, but it was enough to make his face break.

According to Hou Lian, the guest in room 303 was the one he urged to submit his manuscripts.

The work he was urging to be submitted was a short detective novel titled "The Feast of the Long Boat", which tells the story of a detective who tracked the truth behind his brother's murder all the way to a cruise ship.

This is not the point.

The point is, he is very familiar with the author of this novel and has even read the author's first draft of the novel!

The author of this book is Kudo Yusaku, the father of Kudo Shinichi.

Of course, the premise of everything... is that what the person in front of you said is true.

To be honest, Conan believed the person in front of him simply because of his detective intuition.

Because when he searched his memory, he found that Hou Lian... didn't seem to have any ill will towards him, he just simply liked to tease children.

...If using him and the Junior Detective Team as bait to lure a robbery gang could be considered amusing the kids.

Conan watched as Hou Lian carried the sleeping Liu Sheng from the sofa to the bedroom, tucked in the quilt carefully, and placed the repaired Kamen Rider doll next to him before gently closing the door and spreading his hands innocently at him: "Little brother, I thought you would think I was lying."

"Yes, but I have no evidence," Conan replied dryly.

In response to this, Hou Lian touched his chin in distress, and seemed to be thinking for a long time before he made up his mind and said, "I can give you evidence, but..."

He made a gesture that Conan was very familiar with, a gesture that Conan had seen when he bought the treasure map from him in the "Tino Cabana Incident".

Conan looked at him speechlessly: "...I don't have any money either."

"Children nowadays are so vulgar." Hou Lian had no awareness of having cheated children out of their money. He sighed seriously for a few words before throwing what he really wanted to Conan, who had an even more interesting expression on his face. "As a price for the information you want from me - I want a completed copy of The Feast of the Long Boat."

As if he felt that this would embarrass the child in front of him, he even "kindly" added: "If you can't, please help me collect a set of magazines that serialize "Long Boat Feast". I don't mind waiting for a while."

Conan stared at him with his big eyes for several seconds, and actually saw seriousness in his eyes.

So - he really came to urge the manuscript?

"Okay, then...deal done."

"Before that, let me give you the key."

……

The "Dark Baron" finally picked up his fat "subordinate" and Dr. Agasa who was driving the robot, and went directly into the hotel from the parking lot. He returned to the third floor amidst the strange looks of the people around him.

The mess on the ground has been cleaned up, and only some dark stains remain on the carpet, which almost blend into the pattern of the carpet and are not conspicuous.

Because of the water stains, the fluff on the carpet was twisted into balls, and the rut of the dining car left a shallow mark.

The "Dark Baron" paused for a moment, and invited Dr. Agasa to the side, motioning him to go outside and take a look at the situation.

Although Dr. Agasa was a little confused about this, he still stayed outside the door as he was told.

As soon as he entered the room, Edogawa Fumiyo spoke anxiously: "Little..."

The "Dark Baron" raised his hand to stop her, signaling her not to speak, and picked up the bolt, completely blocking the door.

At the same time, his eyes searched the house sharply.

As he expected, the furnishings in the house had not changed at all. The books, decorative vases, and empty medicine boxes on the table had not moved, and no one had looked through the suitcases.

Nothing seems to have changed.

However, the small footprint-like indentation next to the wheel track on the carpet at the door let him know that some little guy seemed to have broken in.

He put his hands on his waist and walked slowly towards the bedroom, spewing out harsh and gloomy reprimands: "Why didn't you just kill him?"

Edogawa Fumiyo was stunned for a moment, and didn't see anything when he followed his line of sight, but he also immediately got into the state.

"Please, please don't embarrass me! This is an order from my superiors!"

"The superior said that his medication side effects were a special case, so he must be brought back to the organization..."

"But he's escaped now! Do you know how much trouble this will cause us?"

"I'm sorry...I'll find him as soon as possible."

"No need." The "Dark Baron" quickened his pace, took out the gun in his hand, tilted his head towards the bed, but still slowly pointed the gun at the cabinet door.

"It seems... a remarkable little guest has entered our room~"

I opened the cabinet door and found nothing inside.

"call--"

Under the bed, Conan, holding down his glasses, breathed a sigh of relief.

It seems they haven't discovered yet that he can -

A pair of large hands grabbed his collar like iron pliers and dragged him out from under the bed.

Although he had already confirmed the identity of the person in front of him, Conan couldn't help but hold his breath when he was caught off guard by a strange smiling mask. He calmed down for a few seconds, grabbed his collar, and struggled perfunctorily.

Conan swung his arm vigorously and knocked open the sight of the watch.

A black muzzle of a gun was pointed at his head, and a voice from hell came to his ears: "After you go to hell, you will regret that you underestimated me..."

"boom!"

"呲-"

Both of them fell to the ground.

Conan sat on the ground with a grin on his face, a funny red-headed toy stuck on his head. He rubbed his sore butt and grinned at the fat woman opposite him.

"Mom!"

Edogawa Fumiyo answered with a confused look on her face.

“Ah—ah?”