Conan: Begins to collaborate with Miss Bayonetta and become famous

In the train compartment nearby, there was a conductor dressed in reddish brown.

He walked up to a tall and thin middle-aged man with sparse hair, a frighteningly high hairline, and a long beard.

He also had a bag on his shoulder, which seemed to contain a picture frame.

"Isn't this Mr. Anton? Long time no see. Would you like me to help you with your luggage?" The waiter spread his hands and asked enthusiastically.

"No... no thanks." Mr. Anton politely declined: "This is an important item that the client gave me and asked me to keep. It is also very heavy."

Mr. Anton narrowed his eyes into slits: "But what is really heavy is the frame made of pure gold."

"The painting itself is just an ordinary fake."

"I have completed the appraisal work, and I plan to return it to the client when the train arrives in Nagoya."

The conductor was surprised when he heard this: "Strange, the final destination of this train has not been officially announced to everyone yet."

He wiped the sweat off his face and asked, "How do you know?"

"Hey, hey."

A man and a woman, both in their early thirties, were walking towards them on the right.

The man had a standard square face, very thick eyebrows, and a thick and long beard covering his entire chin.

Looks very much like the handsome Chinese basketball player James.

Let’s just call him Lao Zhan.

The woman had an oval face, wore a white sun hat, and had bright and colorful earrings hanging from her ears.

In short, every exposed part of the body is covered with expensive and well-made accessories.

One word stands out: proud.

Let’s just call her Rich Sister.

Lao Zhan smiled and said, "Come on, conductor, don't you think about how many years you have known us?"

The sound is very strong and magnetic.

The rich lady agreed, "We just need to do some research to find out which trains have changed and what their departure times are today."

"Wouldn't it be possible to know the answer?"

The conductor blinked his two big, intelligent eyes and said, "Is that so?"

"The only things that can arouse our thirst for knowledge and fun are the reasoning puzzles that will be held in the car."

A hoarse, cold voice of an old woman came from behind.

She was sitting in a wheelchair, about seventy years old, wearing a black coat and a red hat. Her hooked nose and stern eyes gave people a chilling feeling.

She looks exactly like Ms. Agatha, so let's call her Ms. Gatha.

She turned her head and looked behind her: "Am I right, Ms. Sumitomo?"

"Yes, ma'am."

Her voice is very strong. She is about 1 meters tall, with broad shoulders and a strong body. Her muscles are visible everywhere, and her face is full of ferocity.

Anyone who stands next to her will feel safe.

We just call her Strong Sister.

The conductor regained his smile, bowed modestly, and said politely: "You are really worthy of being so keen on reasoning. I was blind and didn't recognize the real talent!"

"Hey!! It's you!" A burst of hurried footsteps was heard.

It was a fat man who came up to them panting.

The fat man was so excited that his mouth was drooling: "What the hell is going on? I clearly reserved the first-class carriage No. 8 that I have always taken!"

The fat man rudely pushed the conductor and expressed his strong dissatisfaction: "Why did it become Car No. 7 in the end!!!"

"I'm really sorry. Regarding this matter, it's the same as what I contacted you a few days ago."

"Due to our operational errors, there are duplicate appointments, so we have no choice but to change it. Sir..."

The conductor swallowed and said, "Your room location..."

The fat man clenched his fists. "I've always liked that room! So every year when it's open for reservations, I'll book it right away!!"

"Who was the guy who stole my——"

"It's me, this guy."

"Ok?"

Everyone turned their heads to the side, and saw Kogoro Mori pulling his beard and walking towards them lazily.

"Oh, I'm so sorry, because my daughter is friends with the owner of this train."

Mao Li put the cigarette in his mouth and lowered his eyes proudly: "I am all on this train, so everyone can rest assured."

"No matter what mysterious case happened in the train." He slid the lighter to light it and looked at them with bright eyes.

"As long as I, the famous detective, am here!"

"The truth will surely come to light."

Instead, everyone showed a look of panic.

"Hey! Master! So you are here." Baijiu patted Maori's shoulder and said gently.

"Disciple Yiyuer, you are here today too."

"Dad! Really, what are you doing here?" Xiaolan complained, and when the time was right, she took the cigarette from Maori's mouth.

"Nothing, I just wanted to say hello to the passengers in car number eight."

"Eh? Xiaolan, you've learned to smoke too?" Maori frowned and asked, "Who did you learn from? Could it be that Kudo guy?"

"I knew you had no good conversation with him!"

"How dare this brat lead my daughter astray! When I see him, I will teach him a lesson!"

Conan's face turned green and he covered his head with his hands and sighed softly.

I understand that no one doubts the sleeping Kogoro, but does no one really doubt his IQ?

Baijiu put his hand on Conan's shoulder and asked in a low voice: "Have you two been dating? When did you establish a romantic relationship?"

Conan moved Baijiu's hand away and smiled wickedly: "We haven't talked about it yet, but in a sense, it's already--"

"We've been living together for such a long time, just enjoy yourself."

"Come on."

It seems that the effect that day was effective. Conan did relax his guard and even showed some signs of goodwill.

"By the way, Mr. Yiyu." Conan put his hands in his pockets, his glasses reflecting light: "I have something else I need to ask you."

"Of course, but I have a prerequisite. You must also answer one of my questions."

"How about a deal?"

Xiaolan threw away the cigarette butt, clapped her hands and came back, with her hands on her hips: "We didn't talk about it, Dad, smoking is not allowed here!"

"Also, who is called Bolulang? Your name is Maori Kogoro, isn't it?"

"Ah? You heard it."

"We should go now, Master. Everyone is waiting for you in front of car number six."

"That's right! Dad! Let's go quickly! We all need to take a photo together before we set off."

Without saying a word, Xiaolan pushed Maori and rushed straight to platform six.

Baijiu looked at the five people behind him meaningfully.

I could smell a tense atmosphere in the air. Was it his reaction after hearing that Maori was a detective?

still....

Baijiu smiled slightly.

It’s settled! The case is settled!

Conan is probably going to make some effort.