Conan Moslin

"Guest No. 98, this is yours."

Takira is a tall, taciturn man, almost two meters tall.

He silently took the briefcase handed to him by the lady at the front desk, and quickly carried the bag to the beverage vending machine on the first floor of the hotel and took out coins from his pocket.

There is a green landline phone in this small cubicle that can be used to make calls.

The exhibition was almost over, but most people had not yet come out, so Takira simply observed the surrounding situation.

Of course there is nothing unusual.

It was just that a little boy in a blue suit was following him not far behind.

He brought a platform from the side, climbed up with great effort, opened his small wallet, and seemed to be going to buy a drink.

A little kid...could he possibly cause any trouble?

Takila turned his head nonchalantly, put in a coin and dialed the familiar number.

"Hello, it's me, Takira. The deal is done." Pulling the long telephone line, Takira heard the instructions from the other end, "Don't worry, Vodka, I'll meet up with you before dusk."

"Do you remember telling Gin...what...you said none of you could come?"

As soon as Takira finished speaking, he heard the sound of a wallet falling to the ground and coins scattering behind him.

He looked back warily, only to see the child staring stiffly at the coin that had fallen to the ground, motionless and wooden.

"What? I didn't say anything just now?" Takira breathed a sigh of relief and explained to the other side, "It was a little devil. A little devil dropped the coin on the floor."

"Well, check nearby and then take him to the old place... There will be other people to pick him up... I understand."

"Really? Gin is catching traitors again..." He hung up the phone, picked up his briefcase, and muttered in a low voice as if he understood, "Pisk is right. There are so many traitors to catch."

Takira quickly returned to his usual taciturn self and was about to leave, but he found that the child who had been an eyesore just now was blocking his way and fearlessly reached out to the sole of his shoe.

"Wait a moment!"

"Uncle, could you please move your feet? I can't get my ten-yuan coin..."

……

Li An chatted with Xiaolan for a few words, then left under the pretext of buying some drinks and went to the hotel lobby.

As soon as she walked out of the hall, she saw a sneaky Conan behind a potted plant in the corner.

He really stands out.

Li An couldn't help but turn his head to look at the lady standing at the front desk and found that she was also looking at Conan with a somewhat strange look.

——Even the lady at the front desk could spot him. Conan really needs to work on his hiding skills.

Conan looked a little miserable, with a faint gray footprint on his chest, but it was not very obvious compared with the color of his little suit.

There was a blue light flashing on his glasses, and the compass-like locator was probably on.

Seeing the look in Li An's eyes, Conan quickly made a gesture to keep quiet, then continued to lower his head and press the legs of his glasses to his ears.

It looked like the bug was on, too.

Li An nodded, glanced casually in the direction he was looking at, turned around, passed him, and entered a compartment not too far behind him.

The coins clattered into the coin machine, and with a few clangs, several bottles of drinks rolled down one after another.

When Li An went to get drinks, he found two bottles of tomato juice.

Of course, only one of the bottles was picked out by her for Mr. Maori.

The buyer of the other bottle of tomato juice was of course not in the mood to care about hangover juice. He was just concentrating on listening to the voice with a heavy accent coming from the bug.

While he was picking up coins, he stuck the bug on the sole of the man in black's shoe, hoping to get some useful information.

Conan, who was completely focused on it, didn't notice it at all. Perhaps he was too far away to notice it.

Just a dozen meters away from him, his extremely trusted sister Li An was turning the dial of the green landline phone.

If he had paid attention to the movement of the dial, he would have noticed that she and Mr. Takira had dialed the same number just now.

It was not so much about dialing the number as it was about erasing all traces of Takila's presence here.

For example, fingerprints.

After the call was connected, the voice on the other end sounded impatient: "Didn't I tell you..."

"it's me."

"Why are you here? Aren't you supposed to be going to...?"

boom! ! !

Thick black fog mixed with flames rose up, and was quickly suppressed by the sudden rain.

A huge noise poured into the phone, and the sharp and piercing explosion immediately caused two people in a car to frown.

Another accident happened!

The flying debris scratched Conan's cheek, and the violent explosion coming directly from the bug caused him to have continuous tinnitus.

But Conan didn't feel any pain at all. He just covered his left ear which was directly hit by the sound and stared blankly at everything in front of him.

How could this happen?! How could this happen!

He finally found the clue of this group of people, and he could obviously follow this person to find their base soon!

"Little boy, it's very dangerous here! Let's go outside!"

Conan, who was suffering from tinnitus, could not hear the voices of the people around him at all. He rushed into the scene with full of anger and melancholy, and picked up a charred shoe from the ruins of the bathroom.

Was he involved by chance? Or was he eliminated deliberately?

There is no way of knowing.

The explosion attracted onlookers inside and outside the Mika Hotel building. More and more people gathered and it was almost impossible to stop the crowd.

Fortunately, the smoke and fire were quickly extinguished by the rain and did not spread.

By the time Kuroba Kuriyasu arrived here a step late, Conan had already been taken away from the scene by several kind-hearted adults.

"Thank you for bringing this child out."

Those kind-hearted people were none other than the upper, middle and lower trio from Man Tian Tang.

Li An grabbed Conan by the collar and thanked the three of them, then took him outside.

She had noticed the wound on Conan's face a long time ago, and when she took out a tissue, she saw Conan silently spread out his palm, revealing a bug that looked intact but was actually scrapped.

She fixed her eyes, stopped him from saying anything, and pulled out a small notebook from her pocket and handed it to him.

Facing Conan's somewhat puzzled look, Li An pointed to his ears and spoke in a slightly louder voice: "Can you hear me clearly now?"

Conan, with his ears ringing, belatedly shook his head.

A familiar notebook was pressed into his hand.

Conan remembered this notebook, which Li An had used in the hospital.

But now——

It's really a changing world.