Conan Moslin

Conan, who had been lost in thought on the train, did not notice that not far from him, Haibara, leading a group of children, also got into the train.

"Shh... If you're discovered by him, you'll probably be sent back." Looking at the trio and the client who were eager to get closer, Huibara guided them in a serious and low voice.

The children immediately behaved well, quietly avoided Conan's sight, and followed him to the real estate agency.

Conan's questioning voice came from inside the door.

"storehouse?"

"Well, it's an inconspicuous warehouse located on the outskirts of town. No matter what you do, it won't attract attention. Has anyone rented it?"

Conan, having left the children behind, got off the Ooto train alone.

On the way here, he had predicted that he would not be able to ask the people around him about the whereabouts of the stranger, so he made up his mind and went straight to the nearby real estate agency after getting off the car: "Or... the one that was rented out a few years ago will also work."

"Let me see...there are no warehouses rented out recently." Although he answered his question, the agent in front of him obviously couldn't understand why a child...no, several children came to ask such a question.

"Really? You're hindering our work by doing this... Go back with your friends quickly." He squatted down, patted the child's head, and turned his body around.

Conan was forced to turn around and saw the children huddled together in front of the glass, and his face was filled with dismay.

The children who broke in criticized Conan and praised Haibara for enlightening them.

"Thanks to Haibara-san for reminding us, we were able to catch up."

Listening to the children's words, Conan looked at the new classmate in some surprise.

Huibara closed the red cell phone in her hand with a click, and the small bauhinia flower pendant swayed gently before she put it in her pocket.

"Edogawa-san, Kuroba-san said she'll be picking us up soon."

"She told us to stay where we are and not run around."

Except for Conan and Haibara, the other kids from the Young Detectives looked at each other, not knowing what to do.

The agent seemed relieved when he heard this.

"I'll be relieved if an adult comes to pick you up." He turned around and confirmed with the lady at the counter, then said to them, "Children, you can take a rest in the lounge inside, but don't disturb others at work."

Not getting the expected answer, the agent touched his head in confusion.

Beside him, a small hand tugged at the corner of his clothes.

He squatted down and listened attentively.

The orange-clad boy Zheye mustered up his courage and asked the agent in front of him a question: "Uncle, is there any novelist living nearby?"

"Just like... Natsume."

"A novelist like Natsume?" Conan walked up to Tetsuya and stared at him in confusion. "Why are you asking this?"

Tetsuya explained with an innocent look on his face.

His family once received a call from his brother, but the person who answered the phone was his hard-of-hearing grandmother, and she could only hear one thing: his brother seemed to live with someone who looked like Natsume.

Conan frowned.

"Speaking of people who look like Natsume, there seems to be one nearby... His nickname is 'Thousand Dollar Bill'."

"However, I advise you to give up this idea... Hey, what are you guys doing?"

Faced with several pairs of blinking eyes, the agent finally gave in helplessly.

Soon, several children were driven out by the angry "Thousand Dollar Bill".

Taking advantage of this time, Conan took a walk around the warehouse from the back door.

He shook his head with certainty: "I just checked the warehouse at the back, and there is no printing press that can be used for printing."

Wait, how did you get into the warehouse?

The agent had something stuck in his throat that he couldn't utter.

but……

"Oh, now I remember that the newspaper office in front of the station just got a new printing press." The agent pounded his hand as if he had thought of something, and then pointed them to a place, "But, they don't print banknotes. They print entertainment magazines from several nearby cities."

"Their president is a woman who often wears a black wide-brimmed hat."

!!!

"But, after all, the kind of thing you're talking about wouldn't happen near a police station."

As a loyal commentator, Mr. Agent's tone sounded impossible.

……

Hirota Residence is located in Shizuoka, between Tokyo and Osaka. It takes quite a while to drive from here to Owarama Station.

The black-clad reporter "Mullet", whose real name is actually Zhao Li, has been driving for half an hour.

The car was extremely quiet for a moment. Zhao Li swallowed and took advantage of the gap between traffic lights to glance towards the back seat unconsciously.

The man sitting directly behind him had been breathing steadily since about ten minutes ago.

Just like the guy who was knocked down next to him.

She was dressed like a student the same way as before, but compared to the first time I saw her, there seemed to be something more.

He was wearing a pair of white headphones, his eyes slightly closed, his posture casual and relaxed. The canvas bag wrapped around his left waist looked loose, and it was hard to tell whether it was empty or full.

His left hand hooked the outermost buckle of the bag, as if he would take something out at any time.

What is certain is that the shape of the outermost items of that ordinary canvas bag does not seem very friendly.

As if sensing the gaze, the other person's eyes narrowed slightly and the hands clasped around his waist moved slightly.

Click.

Thinking of one of the possibilities, Zhao Li felt a chill on his neck and shivered. He turned back and saw that the green light had come on, so he immediately stepped on the accelerator.

This person is not Shirakura Yang's "brother" at all. Instead, he seems like a more dangerous person.

This was originally a huge news item, but he felt that if he dared to send it out, it might become a brick for building a wall somewhere the next day.

So...why did things turn out like this?

Zhaoli still doesn't quite understand it.

Originally, he was just a reporter disguised as a reporter from the Dadujian News Agency. When he saw a celebrity who had recently had a "plastic surgery hot spot", he pulled the photographer over to interview her.

After the two men left, he still didn't want to give up, so he asked the photographer to continue following them. But when they got nearby, Shirakura Yang was gone, only Shirakura Saku was still waiting there with his arms folded.

"Hey, I have some big news to tell you." The man named Shirakura Saku smiled mysteriously, as if something big really happened. "But, you two, I want to hitchhike... Let's talk about it at your news agency."

He did not agree because he was worried about the news agency's secrets being discovered.

...What's the result?

On both sides of the busy streets, the neon lights on the signs of each house lit up with psychedelic lights.

The photographer in the co-pilot seat tilted his head, letting the colorful lights move around his face.

The news agency sign and the police officer standing guard next door became clearer and clearer, but Zhao Li's vision gradually became blurred.

When my consciousness fell into complete darkness, the other person's voice also seemed to become erratic.

"Good night, Mr. Meerkats."

The car door opens and closes.

Fall asleep peacefully.