Conan: Begins to collaborate with Miss Bayonetta and become famous

Baijiu followed Conan into the office.

As soon as he entered the door, Baijiu was the first to greet Mao Li: "Master! Good morning!"

Baijiu smiled and held Maori's hand, and unknowingly two small cards were stuffed into Maori's sleeves.

He leaned close to Mao Li's ear and said, "It's just a small token of my appreciation, Master. You can take the opportunity to go have a few drinks when they are not at home."

Baijiu let go of his hand and looked at the two young men sitting on the sofa. They were the ones he had met once before at the Teitan High School stage play.

Kazuha, and Heiji.

"Hello, it's been a long time since we last met, you famous detective from Kansai." Baijiu extended his hand politely.

"Hello, I remember you seem to be the art teacher of Teitan High School."

"Five hours unlimited!!!!" Maori was so excited when he saw the card behind him that he almost took off into the air.

He waved his arms happily, danced, hummed a little tune, and performed a waltz of his own creation in the room.

Xiaolan blushed with shame and stretched out two fingers to pinch Mao Li's arm: "Dad! So many people are watching."

"Ah! It hurts! It hurts!"

Baijiu covered his head and smiled bitterly. To some extent, he really felt sorry for Xiaolan.

Conan broke the awkward atmosphere and asked Heiji: "I heard you were looking for towels?"

"What towel is worth the trip from Osaka to Tokyo?"

Heiji heard this and burst into laughter: "It's not about towels anymore!" He put his hands on Conan's shoulders: "It's about buried gold."

"Buried gold?"

Kazuha explained softly, "A man who claimed to be the village chief of Sukuri Village sent a letter to Heiji."

"The letter said that I found clues to the Tokugawa family's buried gold. Please help dig. We plan to invite Xiaolan's father to go with us."

Mao Li lit a cigarette and shook his head uninterested: "I'm too lazy to go. After all, even if it is really confirmed."

"The gold buried by the Tokugawa family will almost certainly be returned to the national treasury in the end."

"Okay." Heiji sighed helplessly, "Then don't count the uncle in it."

"However." Mao Li flicked the ash off his cigarette and said, "You can ask my eldest disciple, Brother Yi Yu, to take that little brat with him."

"In that case, I won't go." Xiaolan smiled and shook her arms: "Looking for buried gold feels terrible..."

"And the Taekwondo Club has some activities recently... we need to train more..." Xiaolan touched her head embarrassedly.

"But." Xiaolan pointed to the white wine beside her: "Teacher Yiyu's reasoning is also top-notch."

"I feel my reasoning level is no less than that of my father."

Recently, Vermouth is going on a business trip to Tottori Prefecture to carry out a mission, and Baijiu thought about it again and again in his mind.

"Ah... OK." Baijiu agreed hesitantly: "Then Xiaolan, are you sure you don't want to go?"

"Let's not go. I'll trouble you to take care of Conan."

Baijiu looked at Conan's pleading eyes and Heiji's pleading eyes, and helplessly patted his chest: "Okay, then let me take care of Conan first!"

"Great!" Heiji was more excited than Conan. After all, the purpose of his coming to Tokyo was to call Conan along.

On the way, the driver was a man who looked like Xiong Er. He enthusiastically introduced the scenery and politely welcomed their arrival.

We called him Lao Er. He was about 50 years old and his face was full of pits and pits, like the surface of the moon.

"Oh! Welcome to our place, Mr. Hattori Heiji! And welcome to the friends you brought with you."

"I'm looking forward to everyone digging up gold!"

He tugged at his mustache and said, "After all, this matter concerns the fate of our Suli Village."

Baijiu asked, "Why did you choose to find a high school detective? Even if he is not a high school student, there are other detectives."

"I don't mean anything else, Hattori. I'm just a little curious."

"It's okay, it's okay. Actually, I feel it's pretty weird too." Heiji smiled politely.

"Yes, but." The second brother was silent: "I also hired a historian and an archaeologist, so the budget is tight."

"It may be rude to say this, but if I were to hire a high school detective, I'd think he would come if I just paid for his travel expenses and food."

"Hey..." Hattori straightened the brim of his hat: "I took the Shinkansen to get here, you will pay the fare honestly, right?"

"You also know...the living expenses of people our age..."

"Don't worry, don't worry! Of course I will!"

After driving for more than 30 minutes, he parked the car at the door and everyone got out of the car.

"Hey, are you kidding me?" Hattori complained with his hands in his pockets, "Do you really want us to stay overnight in this shabby hotel?"

“Hahahaha!” The second brother laughed as he carried two full bags. “It’s a little worse on the outside, but the inside has been cleaned.”

He held up the bag and said, "I also bought a lot of ingredients. I am going to cook a delicious meal for you guys."

Hattori was even more dissatisfied when he heard this: "It turned out that you were the one cooking!!!"

"What's wrong?" The second brother looked at the scenery behind him and said, "In the past, there were always many tourists who came to appreciate the beauty of the black gold pool."

"This hotel used to be very prosperous because of this." Suddenly, his tone changed: "But since the accident..."

"The accident you mentioned?" Baijiu asked.

“No...no, I didn’t say anything..." The second brother pursed his lips, looking flustered, as if he was hiding something.

In an instant, an old voice came from the side.

"Because of a member of the Tokugawa gold digging team."

"He met with an accident while digging and unfortunately passed away."

Appearing in front of everyone was an old man with a white beard, short stature, and a striking big nose on his face.

His age is around 60, so we call him Lao Bai.

"Oh right." Baijiu muttered while looking at his phone: "Excuse me, is it true that there are rumors that there are treasures buried in this area?"

"Of course, young man." Lao Bai covered his mouth with paper and coughed, "Sumpu Castle is where Tokugawa Ieyasu lived and died."

“It’s right here in Shizuoka Prefecture, where we are now.”

"And it left behind such a legend." A tall man, as tall as a telephone pole, walked over from a distance.

She is in her early 50s, but she has taken good care of her body and skin, and looks more like she is in her early 40s.

We just call him Lao Tiao.

Lao Tiao walked over slowly with his hands behind his back, a faint fragrance emanating from his body: "There is an old couple who almost captured Ieyasu by the Imagawa army."

"Hidden in this black gold forest."

"After pacifying the country, he expressed his wish to repay the favor, so he gave the old couple and their descendants a mountain of gold coins."