Conan: Begins to collaborate with Miss Bayonetta and become famous

"I really can't stand it anymore. What a mess." The black-haired sister had already lost her patience. She picked up her bag and stood up from her seat.

"I'm going back now. I have no obligation to continue wasting time with you here."

She waved her hand: "You lost it yourself, why should we bear the responsibility? Isn't our time time?"

"Please wait a moment!" Sister Dora stretched out her hand to block her way: "I haven't found the thief yet."

"Get out of here, you fat bitch." The black-haired sister couldn't stand it anymore.

"Then I'm leaving too." Compact Brother stood up from his seat.

"Then...then I'll leave too." Xishu Ge said submissively.

"Wait a minute!! Everyone!!"

"Get out of the way!" The black-haired sister pushed her to the side: "Don't you know how wide you are? Can't you move aside if you're blocking the way?"

"You.....you want to run away!? You bunch of thieves!!"

Conan had no choice but to take advantage of the chaos, swinging his arms and shooting at Maori's neck with a sniper rifle.

The anesthetic needle was inserted into Maori's neck. Baijiu saw it all and watched the whole process with his peripheral vision.

Mao Li swayed his body dizzily and said lazily, "She actually bought a winning lottery ticket..."

With a loud "bang!!!" Maori fell face first onto the table with his hands on it.

"Dad?" Xiaolan was a little surprised.

"Hello...Mr. Maori? Are you still alive? He didn't die suddenly, did he?"

Rum wiped the cold sweat from his forehead and was about to test his pulse when Maori suddenly resurrected and leaned back.

He held his chin with one hand, bent over and sat upright in his seat.

All of this was done by Conan hiding in Maori's crotch and carefully arranging the weaving movements. He was also very concerned about Maori's reputation.

He took the bow-tie voice changer, tuned it into Maori's voice, and conducted a review of the reasoning as usual.

"Just now you said you like reasoning, so I want to see how good you are."

Mao Li snorted coldly: "But now it seems that you are still far from it, wandering chef detective."

Seeing this, Baijiu and Lu Xin stood up and leaned forward. They had different purposes. She should be trying to protect Conan.

Standing not far from Maori, he folded his arms and stared at him thoughtfully.

However, Conan's hiding place was indeed very clever, and it was not the police's or everyone else's fault for being blind, as he cleverly utilized his petite body.

As well as blind spots, he is a man who uses his card vision to the extreme.

Mao Li said seriously: "Ginger does contain protease that can break down protein, but there is another thing besides ginger."

“It also contains proteases.”

“That’s a carrot!”

"Use a handkerchief wrapped in white radish mud to gently pat the bloodstained clothes, both sides, and then cover the bloodstain with a tissue."

"It can absorb the blood. Repeat this three or four times and it will be clean. It is different from ginger."

"It also won't stain. The thief probably used this method to wipe off the blood in the toilet."

"Hey!" Baijiu called out to Xishu, who was about to leave the restaurant and get away: "I remember you ordered grilled fish with grated radish, right?"

"So the person who stole the wallet must be you."

Rum hissed, tilted his head, stared at Maori's neck and asked: "But... he might have simply seen..."

"You want to eat grilled fish because it's on the menu, right? After all, grilled fish isn't sold in regular sushi restaurants..."

As Rum asked, he observed and looked at Maori, and was about to bend down and look down.

Lu Xin, also known as Vermouth, Conan's godmother, stood up and came to him.

She blinked her charming and deep eyes and said in a cold tone: "No, I remember he said that when he ordered the food."

Conan covered his pounding heart and breathed a sigh of relief temporarily, because if it were a little later.

Rum was about to lower his head and look him in the eye.

Lu Xin imitated his tone and repeated what he had said at that time: "Also, is there any of this limited edition seasonal grilled fish today? I want one too."

"This proves that he has been to the store before and knows that they sell grilled fish."

Lu Xin put her hands in her pockets and imitated Baijiu's usual reasoning: "And he brought the stolen handbag to this store."

"He even hid in the toilet, which means he is not a habitual thief." Lu Xin squinted her eyes and observed Brother Xishu's expression.

"He probably never dreamed that the owner would track him here based on the GPS of the phone in the handbag, right?"

"But." Lu Xin stretched out her slender fingers: "Why did he choose to go to the sushi restaurant to wipe the blood?"

"All I had to do was go home and take off my shirt, or throw my shirt away."

"Then...why is that?" Rum spread his hands, looked at Lu Xin in confusion, and stepped back.

Keep some distance from Maori.

"Isn't what he said just now very clear?" Lu Xin wiped her lips with her hand: "That's because he still has important things to do."

"It would be troublesome if there was blood on the cuffs."

Everyone watched Lu Xin's reasoning and analysis in silence, but Maori began to snore quietly. Conan was so scared that he immediately punched him to stop him.

"First, the young man has a TV show to watch that he doesn't want to miss, and the young lady has to go home to participate in the online auction."

"So it doesn't matter if they have blood on their cuffs."

"But." Lu Xin deliberately raised her voice: "The gentleman with glasses is different."

"Because you have an appointment to eat at a fancy restaurant."

He stretched his arms back and propped himself on the table, leaning his legs against the corner of the table, and raised his head: "Besides, the other party is my father-in-law and mother-in-law."

"They are very strict, so when you see them, you get so nervous that you can't eat, so..."

Lu Xin sneered: "If they find blood on my cuffs, I don't know what they will say."

Although she said that, liquor is everywhere.

Both the temperament and tone are very similar to white wine.

Brother Xishu spoke timidly, his whole body trembling with fear: "But...but, this doesn't prove that I am the thief who stole...the lottery ticket..."

"This beautiful lady... do you... do you have any evidence?"

"No." Lu Xin confidently put her hands in her pockets and raised her eyebrows: "You have just confessed that you are the thief."

"Ah??" Brother Xishu blinked rapidly, feeling unbelievable. Sweat poured down his cheeks.

"When did I ever confess this...?"