Conan Moslin

The members of the Young Detective Team have unconventional ideas, act as soon as they say they will, and are extremely solid action-oriented.

When Conan used his clever brain to contact Natsume with the news agency next to the police station, several children rushed to the police station - and as expected, they hit a wall.

The police officer on duty would not believe the children's nonsense at all. He just thought they were delusional because they watched too many movies: "How could someone kidnap someone next to the police station?"

They joked like this.

Conan had seen many police officers like this before and didn't intend to argue with them any further.

He originally wanted to use Kudo Shinichi to make a phone call to inform Inspector Megure, but for the sake of caution, he eventually gave up the idea.

The only solution now is to wait for Sister Li An to come.

Thinking this, he turned around silently and walked towards the agency.

"Hey! Conan, where are you going?" Seeing him leave silently, Ayumi called him loudly.

Conan turned around and asked them to go back together.

"Let's go to the agency and take a break and wait for Sister Li An to come over."

"Oh——" Several children lowered their heads in disappointment.

Sometimes, anger and impatience can affect thinking, and as a detective, he cannot let such emotions cloud his mind.

Absolutely not.

……

The agent in a suit was a nice man with a tough mouth but a soft heart. He kindly prepared some food for the children and asked the girl who just held the mobile phone for the guardian's phone number, hoping to get the specific time she would arrive so that he could pick her up.

The lounge was very clean, with lush potted plants all around and the sofas crowded with children.

The group of people who had not eaten since lunch were already starving, so even if the cash-strapped agent only brought ordinary bread bought from a nearby convenience store, it was still a great delicacy for them.

The agent settled the children, went out to call the guardian, and then quickly picked up the guardian at the station entrance.

The guardian was a young lady wearing a simple shirt and jeans, a sun coat tied around her waist, and an ordinary canvas bag slung across her body in her right hand.

This kind of bag is very common. Passersby can see similar appearance and color at a glance, so no one will care about the situation of "duplicate bags".

As for the coat and height-increasing shoes that originally belonged to "Shirakura Saku", they had long been disposed of.

Although he didn't watch TV programs often, he had a daughter who loved to find out about her, so the agent was able to recognize who the person was.

She is Kuroba Kuriyasu who has not appeared in the media for a long time.

She seemed to have disappeared, but she often wandered around.

The previous big news was her confrontation with Kaito Kid.

Apart from that, there were occasional rumors of her discussing magic with kids after school or with street magicians somewhere, but they were quickly covered up by other news that was more eye-catching or depressing.

The agent was deeply impressed by her because on the first rest day after the confrontation, his daughter rushed with him and his wife to the Jiang Gutian Art Exhibition and successfully served as a background for the curator who was answering reporters at the time.

As for Li An, although not everyone knows her, most people who can recognize her have a good impression of her.

On the short journey, Li An had a pleasant chat with the agent and even mentioned that her friend wanted to find a house to rent nearby.

This incident made the agent feel like he had found a client, and he was initially quite happy.

"Please rest assured, the children are all well behaved and are eating in the lounge..."

He pushed open the door to the lounge.

The lonely wind blew past his ears, and the spirit in Mr. Agent's eyes was extinguished.

There was no child in the room in front of me.

There was a pile of empty bread bags on the table, which had obviously not been cleared away.

Although Li An had a premonition that the children would not be obedient, he still couldn't help but look at the agent's expression.

It was so wonderful that it is hard to describe.

She shook her head helplessly and waved her hand three times in front of the almost petrified agent.

"Mr. Kumagai, do you know where they might have gone?"

……

Conan, who absolutely could not lose his mind, sneaked out using the excuse of going to the bathroom and arrived at the door of the news agency office.

He slowly pushed the heavy door open a crack. Looking inside the door, Conan heaved a sigh of relief when he saw nothing unusual and entered the room.

The lights were on in the office, and although there were two rows of computers neatly arranged, no one was there.

On the table near the window, there were some paint bottles lying crookedly, with many of the same color but from different brands.

"Is he choosing the right paint..." Conan muttered to himself.

He put down the paint and continued searching the place he had been paying attention to.

Most of the two rows of desks were dust-free, yet also very clean and unpopular, as if no one had ever used them.

On the table near the wall was a printing press for printing newspapers, and next to it was a stack of white paper. But Conan saw that there was a small black mark of varying lengths on the edge of every piece of white paper.

He found a thicker stack and pulled it out, and sure enough, he found the banknotes without watermarks.

It’s not the thousand-yuan Natsume, but the ten-thousand-yuan Fukuzawa.

The strange thing is that Fukuzawa's left eye is not drawn at all.

In any case, this is the most obvious evidence.

Conan originally wanted to leave immediately, but apparently, there was something else in the house that concerned him.

The only desk that showed signs of work had its chair pulled out, and on it lay a few pens and pages of paper, as well as a stack of newspapers from other news agencies, which seemed to be used for reference.

But Conan felt that he didn't have time to read the newspaper.

The power button on the computer under this desk is on, but the screen is black, obviously in standby mode.

Conan knelt on the chair so that he was level with the screen.

In addition to the basic operating interface on the computer, the desktop is filled with "New Text Document" with numbers randomly numbered from (1) to (23).

Open a few of them at random, and you will find completed or unfinished entertainment news drafts. The headlines are eye-catching, the writing style is exaggerated and bold, but they always try to distance themselves from the entertainment news.

These drafts are signed by many people in different styles, but some similar traces can be seen between the lines.

It should be written by one person using different writing styles.

Among them, the name that appeared most frequently in the news that had been written was [Murray].

Conan closed all documents and felt something was wrong.

According to this person's habits, he seems to like to create new things and is reluctant to organize the desktop.

When creating a new document, the first document will not have a label.

So… where is the unnumbered document?

Thinking of this, he somehow opened the Recycle Bin.

There is a text document with a number (0), which was obviously added by the computer user himself.

He dragged out the document and opened it.

The opening scene was filled with garbled text that almost filled the entire screen, so dense that Conan wanted to turn it off immediately.

He gritted his teeth and flipped through the pages quickly, and suddenly found something that looked like a diary but also like a record of complaints. The pages were separated by rows of messy symbols, and each row was different.

There is no date marked and it seems to be just a random note.

The document was last modified at 10:38 this morning.

The first sentence at the beginning.

[They have guns, I dare not run.]

The second sentence after the dividing line.

[It’s nice to stay here. I don’t want to leave.]

Next is the third sentence.

[Most importantly, President Silver Fox has a great body.]

Conan: ...

He is a high school student who looks seven years old but is actually seventeen years old. Can he still look forward?