Conan Moslin

When he heard the word "Auntie", Silver Fox's temples throbbed.

This damn brat...

She kept a gritted smile and suppressed her anger and said, "Little boy, are your parents nearby? I'll take you home."

Conan squatted in the hole in the table and slowly turned the knob on his shoe a few times. His childish yet mature voice echoed in the room.

"You arrested Nakata just to make him imitate the characters on the banknotes—"

Silver Fox's originally gentle expression suddenly froze.

"The 10,000-yuan note printed in this room doesn't have Fukuzawa's left eye drawn on it." Conan, who had prepared everything, appeared in a dignified manner. Facing the gun that was about to come after him, he was not panicked at all. "I guess it's because your artist can't continue working."

He slowly walked to the table and pulled out the printed paper.

"Maybe... he or she is injured?"

The connected pages fell to the ground with a rustling sound, blocking Silver Fox's view of the boy opposite.

"The pigment and iron powder on the table are the raw materials you will use on the printing press to make watermarks."

Conan squatted down and put the pen holder on the ground.

Setting the address next to the police station is their cleverness, but also their clumsiness.

"You have already decided that once the banknotes that can evade identification are produced, you will exchange them for large amounts of cash at various places."

"Even if the truth comes out, you guys would have been out and about somewhere..."

"You little brat--" The Silver Fox, who had been seen through, could hardly bear it anymore.

A strong wind passed through the gap and rushed towards the person on the opposite side with great power.

She had scruples, but Conan did not.

Snapped!

The black object drew an elegant arc and spun towards the door.

Squeak.

The door opened a little at the right time, and endless surprise appeared in Silver Fox's eyes.

She held her badly injured wrist and screamed towards the door: "Inuyama! Ryoma! Come here and catch this brat for me!"

Conan had already anticipated that someone would come, so he moved away, turned on the dial of the anesthetic needle in his hand and aimed, waiting to give the person an injection the moment he entered the room.

When he kicked the muzzle of the gun towards the door, he had already anticipated the scene of several people coming.

According to previous records, in addition to the meerkats and the photographer who went out for interviews, there were four other people on the third floor.

The painter's dominant hand was injured, so it was impossible for him to aim the gun or rush forward at the first moment.

The first person who comes in can be knocked down with an anesthetic needle. If there are more people coming, he will grab the pistol on the ground the moment the person in front faints. In addition, the box in the corner has paint cans, which can also be used as weapons.

He was sure he could...

A tender little white hand reached out from the gap in the door, grabbed the pistol immediately, and pushed it back.

When the door was fully opened, Silver Fox saw a group of children.

They blocked the door, forming a low human wall, blocking their companions' way.

At the moment she was stunned, the girl in the lead calmly picked up a small pistol, and the trembling muzzle was brewing the fragrance of death.

"No...wait..."

boom!

Faced with the threat of death, Silver Fox closed his eyes reflexively and his body unconsciously collapsed to the ground.

Conan was left holding up his watch and aiming, looking at it with a frown on his face.

A delicate round bullet flew out quickly and fell to the ground, making a slight clicking sound.

Gorgeous ribbons and light pink smoke exploded in the room, and colorful sequins gushed out, covering the woman's head and face.

It was obviously an extremely thrilling scene, but it suddenly became a little funny due to a somewhat inappropriate magic show.

In the blurred vision due to the smoke, the faces of the young detectives raised extremely bright smiles: "Conan! We are here to save you!"

But what was even more conspicuous than them was the girl in red who had just transferred to the school today. She took out a handkerchief and carefully wiped the slightly hot muzzle of the gun.

……

When Nakata Nobuya was pulled into the office by his younger brother Tetsuya, everything was over.

The four people who had kidnapped him were now tied to a chair just like he was before, each with a beautiful handcuff knot tied around their neck.

Except for Silver Fox, the remaining three people had their mouths blocked by tape that they found from somewhere. They opened their eyes with some fear, as if the people in front of them were the vicious kidnappers.

Not far from the four people sitting in office chairs was Kuroba Kuriyasu who was reading a newspaper, and Conan who had a rather solemn expression.

Huibara silently followed the children in picking up the ribbons on the ground, cleaning up the mess around them, and finishing up the performance, while listening to the whispered conversation not far away.

Before this, Kuriya had called Officer Megure in advance and was waiting for them to come.

As for the police officers next door who seemed like extras, she silently ignored them.

Finally having the chance to ask something, Conan looked directly into Silver Fox's eyes, wanting to get something from her: "Now, can you tell me about the organization behind you?"

"That put me--" Feeling the burning gaze of Li An beside him, Conan swallowed the second half of the sentence unconsciously.

Silver Fox was a little confused by the question that seemed like a detective game: "Sorry, I have no idea what you are talking about."

"What? What organization are you talking about?" Mitsuhiko swept the sequins on the ground together and poured them into the bag held up by Yuantai. He turned around and asked curiously, "Aren't you going to help clean up?"

"No, no, I'm just playing a role-playing game." Conan waved his hands awkwardly, putting on an exaggerated serious expression, "Auntie, do you have a huge organization behind you..."

"A code name based on tea, wine, or animals?"

Seeing that the other party still had a confused expression on his face, Conan sighed silently in his heart.

It seems that those people really have nothing to do with her.

But, that reporter named Murage...seems to be investigating other things?

Although she heard that her own organization was ranked first, Li An remained calm. She did not participate in the conversation between Conan and Silver Fox, but put down the newspaper, turned on the computer, and checked the information that Conan had seen before.

After looking at the file in the Recycle Bin, Li An silently took out a brand new disk from his bag and saved all the press releases signed by [Malachian] but not yet released or completed.

While she was unplugging the disk, an uninvited guest broke in.

The photographer, still holding the camera, pushed the door open breathlessly and entered the office, shouting in fear: "Big Sister! Zhaoli... Zhaoli ran away!"

"Will he tell us about our affairs..."

The photographer quickly fell silent because he noticed something was not right in the room.

He stood there in a daze, and it took him a long time to react to the Silver Fox's disappointed look and the glaring gun on the opposite side.

"What...what's going on?"