Conan: Begins to collaborate with Miss Bayonetta and become famous

"Then let me ask you! Do you think you can solve this case?" the reporter asked.

"Of course." Yusaku responded with a smile: "I have just asked the police about the ins and outs of the case and saw the photos of the scene."

"On the way here, I figured out the modus operandi of the chamber of secrets."

"Huh?" The reporter couldn't believe his ears and was stunned for a moment: "Ha!!"

“No, no, no.” Yusaku calmed everyone’s shocked mood: “I don’t know who the murderer is yet, but I will solve this mystery before the TV special this weekend.”

"You...what is the TV special you are talking about?" The reporter raised his eyebrows, a little surprised: "What is it?"

"Huh?" Yusaku tilted his head. The corner of his mouth couldn't help but curl up: "Oh, don't you know?"

"This Saturday night at 8 o'clock, Dongdu TV will broadcast an emergency live broadcast, a program revealing the serial locked room murders. I will solve the mystery for everyone in the program."

"I saw photos of the scene at the Metropolitan Police Department today. Based on the information I learned, I will tell you my reasoning on the show."

The reporter's expression was uglier than eating shit, because Dongdu TV was the mortal enemy of Riko TV. He wiped the cold sweat from his forehead and said, "Other...programs from other TV stations."

"It's really... really exciting..."

"Oh!!" Yusaku showed off his exaggerated acting skills: "Wow! You are actually the staff of Nichimi TV. I'm so sorry!"

"It's okay........." the reporter sighed helplessly.

"Well, I'll take my leave now." After saying that, Yusaku turned around and hailed a taxi on the side.

"Mr. Yusaku!" The reporter raised his hand and said, "One last question."

"I didn't expect that you would help Kaito Kidd clear his suspicion this time. Do you have anything to say to Kidd?"

"This..." Yusaku put his hand on his chin, thinking politely, staring at the reporter with a firm gaze: "If you feel you owe me a favor."

"Then remember to support my novel!"

"Of course, you can also tell me the address and I will be happy to send the book there."

At this moment, the murderer was at home, watching the live broadcast clearly on his computer. For a moment, a strange smile inadvertently appeared at the corner of his mouth.

Three days later, inside Mihua Pharmacy.

"Huh?" Conan shrugged. "Dad boasted in a TV interview that he would solve the case, but now he has a stomachache and is bedridden."

"That's right." Yukiko showed a worried expression. She was dressed very tightly and bent down. Although she was wearing a lot of clothes, her proud figure was still revealed.

She selected the drugs from the rows and put them into the box: "And Yusaku's health is not getting better at all."

Conan half-closed his eyes and said helplessly: "Did he eat something wrong?"

"No, no, your father basically doesn't eat random food." Yukiko pushed down her hat. "There's a flyer for an Italian restaurant in the mailbox. Their food looks good."

"Yusaku and I went last night, but he felt sick after we finished eating."

Conan sighed: "Why don't you go to the hospital quickly?"

"Yes!" Yukiko nodded: "If he still doesn't get better tomorrow, take him to the hospital."

"If the situation gets worse if we keep dragging it on like this, I won't be responsible," Conan said insincerely.

"Oh, Shin-chan." Yukiko pinched Conan's cheeks: "Because the TV station staff will be coming over tonight."

"Staff?" Conan recalled, "Is it the people from the special program group? The one he mentioned in the TV interview, the serial locked room murder case revealing program?"

"Why not just refuse directly? Dad is sick now."

"But." Yukiko walked forward and looked around: "The producer of that program was the first person to help your father adapt the novel into a TV series. It's not easy to refuse."

"That's why I asked you to come, Shinichi."

"Huh?" Conan said with a reluctant expression: "What can I do for you?"

"Hey! No way!" Conan realized belatedly: "You want to disguise yourself as your dad, and then let me use a voice changer to help you——————"

"Shh!" Yukiko hurriedly covered Conan's mouth: "Keep your voice down! Shin-chan! Be careful, there are ears on the other side of the wall. There are so many people in the supermarket. What if someone overhears?"

"Oh." Conan waved his hand: "Before I said that, I looked around and there was no one. Although my body has become smaller, I am not a child."

"Okay, okay." Yukiko stroked Conan's hair: "Actually, Yusaku originally planned to go to the Metropolitan Police Department at noon today to tell the police the truth of the matter, but who knew that he would fall ill now."

"So that's how it is." Conan suddenly realized: "Dad hasn't told you the truth about the case yet, so you called me home and wanted me to read the case materials and uncover the truth."

"And then to deal with the special program, right?"

"That's right!" Yukiko said excitedly, "As expected of my son, you are right!"

"Really?" Conan touched his forehead and said, "I see. So, when will the show's staff come over?"

"The show starts at 8 o'clock. Since they still have to make some preparations, they will probably come at 6 o'clock."

As soon as he finished speaking, Conan looked down at the time: "Only four hours left."

"It's okay, it's okay." Yukiko wiggled her fingers. "Shinichi, I'm sure you can untie it easily."

"That's so easy for you to say." Conan pouted and said with a dissatisfied look on his face.

"No way." Yukiko retorted, "Yusaku only took two or three minutes to solve it, Shinichi, four hours would be more than enough for you."

"Okay... okay." Conan agreed reluctantly.

In the corner of the container, a man in a brown jacket was eavesdropping on the conversation between the two. He smiled mysteriously and put his finger on the earphone: "It's time to start."

In the bedroom of Kudo's house, Conan opened the door and looked at Yusaku lying sick on the bed. He couldn't help but show a distressed expression: "Dad is really ill."

"That's right." Yukiko sighed, "I've already asked him to replenish his water."

"Mom." Conan closed the door gently and whispered, "Even if the situation has improved, we have to go to the hospital tomorrow."

"Okay, okay, I will definitely promise you." Yukiko nodded.

(Eh? Where are the others?)

"By the way." Conan asked: "Subaru...no, where is Mr. Akai?"

Yukiko recalled: "It seems that he was dealing with FBI matters, and he is not here right now. If he were here, I wouldn't have to ask you to come back to help."

“Hehehe…”

Another place, inside a high-end residence.

Vermouth sat in front of the mirror, applying makeup, pursing her bright red lips, putting on a hood, and revealing an intriguing smile.