Conan Moslin

Kuroba Kurian opened the hand that was hiding the key ring, and the lanyard connected to it fell naturally, revealing a number plate spinning in his hand.

In just a moment, she hid the number back in her hand, passed by the dazed Takeshita Hironobu, stepped forward and showed the number plate to the lady at the front desk.

"Thank you, Miss Kuroba..."

"Uncle Nakajima!"

The child's voice echoed in the gradually empty hall and immediately caught the attention of Takeshita Hironobu.

In the other line, Conan Edogawa, who was following Ran Mouri who was queuing up to get a number, was asking curiously.

In front of Nakajima Hideaki was a police officer who came to inspect. However, Nakajima, who had already picked up the package, was now holding the briefcase tightly in his hand, his eyes looking downward, with cold sweat on his forehead.

The number tag he handed out was 124, so he didn't dare to queue in the same line with Ueda and Takeshita to pick up his bag.

Everything should have gone well...

However, he didn't know that a pair of small eyes were staring at him.

Conan's determined smile flashed across his face, and he shouted, "Uncle Nakajima! What's in your bag? Why don't you want to show it to Officer Takagi?"

"I……"

"Please give me your briefcase."

Officer Takagi saluted him and quickly "took" the briefcase with some effort.

He unfastened the buckle and opened the box.

Some people squatted down with their heads in their hands in fear.

“Ah——!! No!!”

"Takeshita?!"

caught you!

"Strange, Uncle Takeshita, why are you so scared all of a sudden?" Conan raised his head slightly, his plain glasses began to reflect light, but his voice was still innocent, "Is it because..."

"Is it because uncle knows that there is a bomb hidden in this box?"

Officer Takagi, who was originally shocked by the box full of banknotes, immediately turned his head.

"Conan! What did you just say?!"

"The trademark on the briefcase found at the explosion site is bent toward the outside of the briefcase. In other words, the explosion was borne by the inside, which means the explosive was inside the briefcase." Conan said the first sentence calmly, and then asked as if seeking praise from an adult, "Am I right? Sister Xiaolan?"

This was the second time he said this.

"Um...that's right."

Inspector Megure waved to the officer behind him and asked, "So, he was the one who handed the briefcase with explosives to the deceased?"

"It's not him who handed the briefcase to the deceased. It was Mr. Nakajima who made the deal with the deceased." Kuroba Kuriyasu gently closed the briefcase with the M-shaped logo in his hand. "Officer Megure... I'm afraid these two gentlemen will have to go with you."

This incoherent sentence left Inspector Megure confused.

"trade?"

Why did he suddenly mention the deal again? Did he miss something when he asked?

"Yes... Sister Li An and I told her that! I heard that uncle on the phone in the bathroom, checking while talking..."

Facing Inspector Megure's puzzled look, Conan Edogawa began to try his best to make up for it.

He wrote about it in his notebook but did not mention it to the officer.

Was it negligence, or did he simply not want the police officer to get involved in the matter?

Officer Takagi interrupted at the right time: "Officer Megure, I just found a large amount of banknotes in Mr. Nakajima's bag."

"what?!"

"Mr. Nakajima made a deal with the deceased by exchanging number plates, but his number plate was swapped in advance by Mr. Takeshita." Kuriya handed the briefcase in his hand to Inspector Megure, "This briefcase should be able to be opened with the key found at the scene."

She looked at Conan vaguely, and he immediately understood: "I remember! I remember that during the boxing game, Uncle Takeshita once got Uncle Nakajima's coat!"

Hironobu Takeshita lowered his head and no longer paid attention to anyone's gaze.

The logic of code card exchange is not complicated and can be explained in a few words.

The first exchange was when we exchanged coats inside the venue, and the second exchange was when we bumped into each other outside the bathroom.

As for whether there was a third time...the person involved said he didn't know.

With Conan's repeated supplementation, the whole process of the incident was soon restored.

At the signal from several parties, the police officer who brought the evidence bag quickly took out the key that was not damaged by the explosion and opened the briefcase very quickly.

"Officer Megure, this key can indeed be used to open it." The officer quickly checked the contents of the bag, "It probably contains documents from the Mantang Company..."

"So the explosion just now was caused by the bomb I planted? I even wrote a threatening letter..."

Takeshita Hironobu glanced at the president with a sullen face.

"It was intentionally created to give the appearance that terrorists were causing trouble."

Upon hearing this, President Ishikawa's face turned even darker, and Nakajima Hideaki's face turned even paler.

"Takeshita, why are you..."

For a girl he loved and who is now dead.

——This is what Takeshita Hironobu said.

Hironobu Takeshita hysterically shouted that he wanted to kill Nakajima Hideaki with his own hands, but ignored the extremely sad look of Mitsuru Ueda.

Strong friendship will trap people in a cage, and those who are deeply trapped in it will never be able to get out.

So Mr. Nakajima, who was lucky enough to escape the disaster, let's get back to the topic, shall we?

"Uncle Nakajima!"

"what?"

Nakajima Hideaki shuddered three times when he heard the voice again.

"Who is that tall uncle in black who is doing business with you?"

Without Kogoro's identity, Conan naturally couldn't use his current appearance to coerce or bribe, but in his sight, Nakajima Hideaki still quickly told the police officer some things in a trembling voice under the gaze of the police officer.

"I...I really don't know anything...I just wanted to pay off my debts. I don't know his name."

"But I know that he always meets with his companions at a fixed place, in a bar called Cocktail on the top floor of the Dahei Building on Beihua Street..."

Daikoku Building! Cocktail Bar!

While the police officers were questioning Nakajima and Takeshita, Conan, who had obtained the key information, "quietly" left the scene.

At least in the eyes of Li An and Xiao Lan, his action of running away was as conspicuous as it could be.

Of course, there was more than one person who discovered him.

Conan had just turned a corner when he was grabbed by the collar and lifted up by someone who had not been there the whole time.

"Where do you want to go, little brat?"

"Mao, Uncle Maori...I want to go..."

"After so much has happened, are you still running around?" Maori Kogoro's frail face was full of disapproval, "Of course the arrests should be left to the police, don't interfere."

No! Uncle Maori, you don't understand at all!

Conan became increasingly anxious.

This is the clue he found with great difficulty. Wouldn't he miss the opportunity if he didn't go?

In just a moment, Conan made up his mind.

"Uncle Maori, I'll be back soon!"

He turned around and broke free from Kogoro Mori's hand, jumped to the ground, quickly rushed out of the glass door of the hotel, and headed straight for the target mentioned by Nakajima.

"Conan? Conan!"

...Brat!