Conan Moslin

This is a large warehouse, covered in dust, and it is obvious that no one has taken care of it for a long time.

There were a lot of messy items piled up inside, and a girl about ten years old.

The strap of the cute doll-shaped backpack had broken, and because it was thrown on the ground upside down, the zipper should have a smiling mouth, but it showed an expression that looked like crying.

The girl next to the schoolbag had two short ponytails, but they were loose and her school uniform was covered in dust.

Her hands were tied and her eyes and mouth were covered with strips of cloth.

At this moment, she was shivering a little, and there was some moisture in her eyes that were covered by the cloth.

She didn't dare to sob, because crying now would only attract the attention of the people who were watching outside.

So the girl pursed the cloth on her lips and tried to calm herself down.

Because the cloth tied around her eyes was slightly loose, she could faintly feel the light from the gap above.

Although the warehouse was large, the space where she was was very cramped.

There were many boxes and baskets of different sizes stacked in the warehouse. Through a blurry gap, I could see that they should be sports equipment such as tennis balls, baseball bats, and footballs.

Through the somewhat hazy window above, she saw a huge chimney, but soon, a tall white banner with the words "Gakuen Festival" passed by the window.

When I twitched my nose, I seemed to smell a faint smell of rust lingering around, but it soon disappeared.

But she didn't dare look around.

Because everything around her was quiet, with only her own breathing.

Soon, she heard the sound of the door being pushed open and heavy footsteps approaching.

There seemed to be a fainter sound of footsteps, and she heard a simple and honest voice saying, "What else do you want to do with this vote?"

Another deeper and more gloomy voice sounded rather disappointed: "You idiot, why don't you take a bite of the fat meat that's right in front of you?!"

"But..." The man was obviously still hesitant.

"I've already told that guy that if he doesn't help, I'll expose his affairs!" the gloomy voice said, "Now, call her family immediately and ask them to quickly deliver the ransom to his car."

Then, there was a hint of pride in his voice.

"He has so much stolen money in his hands, I don't think he dares to make it public."

The one with a simpler voice looked at the child on the ground and said, "Then this girl..."

"Of course she'll stay with me—" The voice became fierce, "Come to me when you get the money, and we'll leave immediately!"

"If you hadn't killed that kid last time, we wouldn't be in this situation now." The honest man said, obviously dissatisfied with what happened before, "You didn't need to kill him."

"Idiot! He saw our faces!"

There was silence.

The girl listened with some fear, and then she felt someone squatting beside her.

The cool touch came close to her face, patted it gently, and then gradually slid down.

A sharp knife was pressed against her throat.

"Little ghost, if you don't want to die, tell me your family's phone number immediately!"

Through the blurry vision, the girl saw a strange and terrifying face.

There are a pair of sinister eyes on the broad and square face.

This is a very vicious person.

When she met his gaze, she immediately trembled and closed her eyes, hoping that they didn't notice the gap in the cloth covering her eyes.

Then, she sobbed and uttered a string of phone numbers in a halting manner.

Because she was too nervous, she didn't even realize that the number she called out seemed to be the old friend that the housekeeper had mentioned before.

Similarly, because her eyes were closed, she naturally did not notice that the eyes staring at her were shining with brilliance.

At the same time, the girl muttered to herself.

She saw nothing... nothing...

……

【Detective and Magician】

[Act 1: Kidnapping]

【end】

Kuroba Kurian put the bookmark between the script, closed it and answered the phone.

The call was from the young director. In order to facilitate contact, she left him her work phone number.

He's calling me now, it must be something important.

……

It is about eleven o'clock now.

Mihua Park is shaded by green trees, and the gravel path is filled with the laughter of a group of children.

On a bench in the park, a gray-haired old man was holding a newspaper, dozing off with his eyes squinted, with no intention of being woken up by the child.

Although it was almost lunch time, the children were still in high spirits and showed no signs of being hungry.

Of course, Conan is not included in the laughter.

At this time, Conan was pointing out the huge figure squatting next to the trash can with a proud look on his face, and then called the rest of the people through the detective badge in his hand.

That's right, the detective badge he recently received from Professor Agasa actually has only this one use.

What a waste of resources.

"Okay, I won't be a ghost this time! I'll be the detective!" A slightly low boy's voice rang out in the park. Yuantai raised his round arms and pointed at several friends with high spirits.

"Me too?" Mitsuhiko pointed at himself.

"It only takes one detective! Go ahead, I'm going to start the countdown."

Yuantai covered his eyes, rested his head on the tree trunk, and began to count down.

Conan looked around and found the old man who had not moved much on the bench. He tiptoed to his side, jumped onto the back of the bench from behind, and waved in front of the old man.

There was no movement.

Conan thought about it, jumped off the chair, walked around to the front, whispered "sorry to bother you", and climbed onto the old man's legs using his hands and feet.

The old man still didn't make any noise and seemed to be sleeping soundly.

On the bench, under the newspaper, a pair of little feet appeared.

Soon, a finger poked out from the middle of the newspaper and even stirred it.

Through the hole in the newspaper, Conan saw Genta raised his arms and made a strong gesture.

"Alright! Let me show you the amazing performance of the leader of the Junior Detective Team, Master Motota Kojima!"

Conan looked at Genta who was revealing his covered eyes and smiled secretly.

Yuantai would never guess that I'm here.

He felt relieved and started reading the newspaper with some boredom.

The headline case in the newspaper caught his attention.

"The suspect in the series of child kidnapping and murder cases is still at large."

The picture in the newspaper showed flying blood-stained banknotes and a face that was deliberately blurred.

Conan read the contents of the newspaper carefully and found that the child seemed to have been murdered in Kyoto.

"The criminals haven't been caught yet?" he muttered to himself.

Then, a very soft voice came from behind: "This incident is so terrible..."

Conan turned his head and found Ayumi hanging on the bench like him, also reading the newspaper seriously.

"Ayumi...Ayumi?"