Conan Moslin

Dr. Agasa put away his daydream and when he heard Conan asking about the tour group, he kept it a secret.

"Do you remember the first time you met Ai?"

Conan recalled the blunder that day and couldn't help rolling his eyes: "How could I not remember it? I thought you were silenced by her that day, and Sister Li An was also threatened by her..."

“I can’t get through on the phone…” Because I can’t use the phone when I’m connected to the Internet.

No, I get angry just thinking about it!

Professor Agasa didn't notice Conan's little unhappiness, and continued to talk incessantly.

"Well, it was during that period that our group of scholars slowly began to communicate with each other using computers."

"One of our friends started to organize a travel group through discussions organized by correspondence, so everyone asked me if I wanted to join."

"This tour group is called the Izu Detective Group."

"I'm still packing these days."

"Detective Group? Isn't that a travel group?"

Conan's detective radar suddenly stood up and he immediately grasped the key point.

"Listen to me, this tour group includes the three of us, there are a total of six groups of ten people, but no one knows who the organizer is."

"We only need to pay half of the cost of this accommodation, and the other half will be paid by the organizer."

"But if you can find him, your accommodation fee will be waived, and you will also receive a disk containing a secret program."

Dr. Agasa is obviously very self-aware when it comes to finding people.

"Although I am a very good inventor, it is impossible to find an organizer. But it is not bad to only bear half of the expenses, so I immediately signed up an old friend and his granddaughter for me, and they were successfully selected."

Conan thought for a moment, "That is to say, apart from Professor Agasa and your friend, the organizer of this tour group is among the other seven people?"

Following this line of thought, he asked curiously, "How can we find him? There are so many people coming and going in the hotel, how can we know who this mysterious host is?"

"Oh, this."

“The names of the participants and the hotel room numbers will be shared with all the group members.”

"And this organizer will pretend to be a certain person and cause several accidents in this tour group."

"Someone?"

Dr. Agasa pointed to the pile of fan letters on the table and said, "He will appear as a character in a novel that you are also familiar with."

Conan looked in the direction he was going and towards the table, it was obviously related to the letters.

I flipped through a few more copies.

The fictional characters he was familiar with? If not Sherlock Holmes and Moriarty, then the characters created by his father, Yusaku Kudo.

Conan thought for a while and asked tentatively: "Is it... the Duke of Darkness?"

Dr. A Li nodded.

"Interesting, isn't it? If you want to go and take a look, you can ask Xiaolan and the others. It's not too late to book a room now."

"However, even if we find the organizer, there probably won't be any reward..."

"If you're lucky, maybe we can negotiate with the organizers and have the other half of the room fee be paid for you."

That's what you say, but it seems unlikely when you think about it.

Moreover, it is not impossible to go even if you don’t join a tour group or find other people, after all, it is just a trip.

"It's ok!"

Thinking of Professor Agasa's challenge to find an organizer, Conan became eager to take action.

The money his mother left behind must be enough for the trip...

Seeing that he started to think about it, Dr. Agasa began to tinker with his gift again.

Not long after, the phone rang.

He took off his protective glasses, walked over and answered the phone.

"Hello? Is it…"

Conan pricked up his ears and found that the person calling was probably Dr. Agasa's old friend, the one he traveled with.

After realizing that it had nothing to do with him, he gave up poking his head and continued to flip through the letter in his hand.

Since I have been cleaning for so long, I might as well finish it early so that I can go home earlier to find out what is going on.

At this moment, a letter with "Kudo Shinichi" written on it unexpectedly caught his eye.

"Huh? Why is there a letter for me?"

"I thought I was almost forgotten by the world."

Smiling at himself, Conan turned to the back of the letter and saw the name "Moriya Teiji" written below the red hot stamp.

He tore off the wax and took out a letter and a card.

The content of the letter is as follows:

[I am writing this letter to you without any hesitation:

I had heard about your performance as an outstanding high school detective through television and newspapers, and had always hoped to have a chance to meet and talk with you.

I will be hosting an afternoon garden tea party at my humble abode on Tuesday, April 4th at 29:3 p.m.

I hope you can come and give us your advice. Attached is an invitation.

I respectfully offer my humble opinion.]

"Invitation to the tea party..."

Conan held up the invitation with the map marked on it and saw an "asymmetrical" red seal on the lower right corner of the invitation.

According to the original outline of the red seal, it should be symmetrical.

This is probably because the force is unevenly applied when pressing down towards yourself when stamping.

The invitation said that you can bring other people, but he himself couldn't go, so he had to ask Uncle Maori to take him along.

It's really troublesome to ask twice with two identities.

Conan identified the map on the invitation and calculated the time.

What a coincidence, neither thing will be delayed.

But...Teiji Moriya?

He is a professor at the Department of Architecture at Tohto University and a leading architect.

It is hard to imagine inviting a high school student, even if he is a famous detective.

You see, during the time he was missing, no one cared except Hattori Heiji who came to look for him.

People always ignore the care of those around them, and Conan is no exception.

Dr. Agasa hung up the phone quickly, looking unhappy.

"Hey... my friend's granddaughter has been suffering from a cold for the past few days and can't join the tour."

"If he doesn't go, it's pointless for an old guy like me to go alone." Dr. Agasa sighed, "How about this, I can give these three places to you."

Conan hesitated.

Haibara Ai came out of the laboratory for a while and was originally planning to make some coffee, but then she heard what Dr. Agasa said and saw that he seemed reluctant to go on a trip.

She knew that Dr. Agasa was planning to travel. After all, when he occasionally went out, she always saw Dr. Agasa packing his luggage and preparing gifts very attentively.

Although this gift is not so appropriate.

He really wants to go.

"Dr. Agasa——"

Huihara Ai stretched out her voice expressionlessly, as if she was just being coquettish: "Doctor, I want to travel, too."

A light bulb seemed to light up on Dr. Agasa's shiny forehead.

"Yeah, take you and Kuroba... then there will be no problem!"

The booked room was originally a two-room apartment for three people, but he thought it would be difficult to divide the room, so he decided to give it directly to Conan.

"Go back and ask her how it goes. If she agrees, we can go together."

What do you mean that only he, an “old guy”, doesn’t want to go? That’s obviously an excuse!

Conan thought expressionlessly: He should think about how to convince Uncle Maori and Xiaolan to book a hotel.