Conan and I start the hell-level main line

Xiaolan, who just got home from school today, checked her mailbox as usual and found a very exquisite email.

Is this Dad's commission? . .

No, Natsume-san is not in the office helping dad these days. Dad is lazy and ate all day long. He is so lazy that he doesn't even accept commissions. Where does the commission fee come from?

She took the envelope upstairs. Because Natsume-san had something to do at school these days and Conan had to take care of the sick Ai at Professor Agasa's house, neither of them would be back. For convenience, Xiaolan packed some takeout and brought it back after school.

This really tortured Maori Kogoro, who had been living a good life.

Maori Kogoro: Wuwuwu, my beer, my sushi, when will you come back! . .

Hey, confused Kogoro, have you forgotten that it was your good disciple Natsume Xing who has been helping you to cover your ridiculous income and expenditure? You are not thinking about him.

Oh, it's really chilling.

After a simple dinner, Maori Kogoro raised his eyebrows and looked at the email curiously. It was strange, why did it feel suspicious?

"Thinking of having a Halloween party that doesn't obey the time order?"

"What month do they think it is now? Isn't Halloween on October 10st? It's Chinese New Year right now."

Xiaolan looked at the invitation in the envelope and said, "Didn't they say at the beginning that it's not in line with the schedule?"

Maori Kogoro didn't care, and his reaction was definitely childish, not related to me, a famous detective.

"So what did the invitation say?"

Xiaolan looked at the words on the invitation letter and didn't know whether she should say it for a moment. The words seemed to be a provocation to Mouri Kogoro.

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Incompetent Mr. Kogoro Mori, on the night of the full moon this month, please allow me to invite you to participate in this horrific banquet. This will be a bloody party on the boat. Of course, whether you attend or not, the poor dying lamb will curse his fate, and the sinner will get drunk before he dies.

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Maori Kogoro (?｀▽′): "Hahahaha! This invitation is basically a challenge to me, the famous detective Maori Kogoro."

Every word is so heart-wrenching. . It directly hits the dignity of Maori Kogoro, look how angry he is~

"That's weird. Who on earth sent this message without knowing the situation?"

"It seems to be a foreigner." Xiaolan looked at the name on the envelope, a string of English words, which seemed particularly strange.

"VERMOUTH, Vermouth?"

……

After receiving the letter, the rails of destiny have been connected, and everyone in the causal line will no longer be able to escape the destiny that belongs to you and to this world.

The collision of red and black is about to ignite a flame...

……

The party on the invitation is for the evening of three days later, so these days are used to prepare for the conflict with Kogoro Mouri.

The next day, Xiaolan went to see the colonel as usual, but the difference was that today she seemed to be worried.

Xiaolan looked out the window in confusion. Vermouth? Why did this name give her a sense of déjà vu?

And... why does it remind me of that rain and that sad angel holding an umbrella.

……

"Do gods really exist in this world?"

"If there really are gods in this world, then those of us who work hard to survive will not encounter misfortune. At least I am sure that it is impossible for an angel to smile at me from the bottom of his heart."

"Not even once."

……

It seemed like that happened a year ago when I went to New York with Shinichi. It seemed like it was said by Ms. Sharon, a friend of Shinichi's mother.

For some reason, these words were deeply engraved in Xiaolan's heart and could not be forgotten.

At this time, Judy walked in with the dean of studies. Judy bowed slightly to the students under the podium with an apologetic look.

Dean of Studies: "Students, I am sorry to tell you a bad news. Teacher Judy will finish teaching at the end of this month and return to the United States."

As soon as these words came out, the whole audience was in an uproar, "No way."

Judy solemnly said with regret: "Although this period of time is not very long, I am really very happy to be able to study with you all. Maybe you will encounter many difficulties in the future, but I believe that you will be able to overcome them one by one. Good luck~Keep it up, everyone."

After hearing this, Xiaolan and Sonoko were also reluctant to leave, and after school they followed their closest teacher Judy home.

"A secret makes a woman woman." Judy smiled slightly. This was the last lesson her teacher Judy gave them.

Xiaolan and Sonoko said that they heard but didn't understand. They only knew that Teacher Judy had her own things to do. Everyone has their own choices and persistence, and they cannot be forced.

Xiaolan: "What a shame! I wanted to let Shinichi take Judy's class."

Sonoko: "Just leave him alone. A rotten man like him who only cares about solving cases and leaves his wife aside will never understand."

"Besides, how long does it take to solve a case? If you can't solve it, just come back." Yuanzi became a little angry as she spoke.

Xiaolan just smiled with self-understanding, "That's impossible. People like him will never give up halfway, because he cares most about his reputation."

"But...it won't matter if he doesn't come back..."

Judy: "Oh, now that I mention it, has that cool guy gone home?"

Xiaolan shook her head. "No, Conan said he won't go home until Ai is completely well again."

Sonoko: "Wow, I didn't expect this little brat to have some sense of responsibility..."

(Conan (﹁“﹁): What are you talking about? I’m warning you not to slander me.)

Sonoko suddenly had a good idea, "By the way, how about we go to Teacher Judy's house and have a party."

Judy: "Party? Oh, that sounds great!"

Xiaolan also agreed, thinking that this was a farewell party prepared for Teacher Judy.

"Then let's go to the store and buy some snacks and juice!"

Afterwards, Xiaolan and her friends were involved in a liability dispute between the store and its employees.

The general situation is that things in the store disappeared inexplicably, and the boss blamed the employee on duty that day, but the employee firmly denied stealing anything, so the stalemate came to a standstill.

Because Xiaolan wants to help, she has to be the detective today.

I didn't expect that even without a single god of death there could be such an incident. If Conan was here, haha, I wouldn't say anything.

……

At the same time, at Dr. Agasa's house, Conan also found a letter sent to Kudo Shin's family next door. Naturally, the cover said "Vermouth".

Conan's eyes were solemn. As expected, what is supposed to come will always come.

After a quick look, I had an idea in my mind, but in order not to worry Ai, I decided not to tell her for the time being.

When I returned to Dr. Agasa's house, I found that Ai was not lying in bed to rest. Why was she still running around when she was sick?

"Where did Xiao Ai go?"

Dr. Agasa boiled a pot of hot water. Naliang said that Chinese people believe that drinking more hot water is good for health, so they always keep it ready.

Seeing Conan coming back, he replied: "Ai, she just went back to her room. She must be listening to a tape."

Dr. Agasa: "No problem. The heater in the room is already on, and I think it's good to leave her alone."

"By the way, what did you do just now?"

Conan took out the letter and said, "Oh, if I'm not mistaken, they are taking action now."

"What? Could it be someone from the organization? Who is this?"

Conan smiled resolutely with the confidence and courage of a detective, "This is the ticket to the stage where both parties' fates are at stake..."

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"This is a stage where both parties' fates are at stake. This is the ticket..."

In the hotel, Naliang, the shady guy, was still eavesdropping. He must have gotten addicted to eavesdropping.

but……

Naliang pushed up his glasses and searched on his tablet for the party of monsters and demons that Conan had mentioned through the headphones.

"Interesting, on the sea? Are you planning to use this as a stage for your duel?"

"Humph, but if it were me, I would never choose this way. I know all your plans."

Naliang's glasses turned white and he smiled coldly, seeing through the simple scam that Fu Huashi was planning to set up at a glance.

After taking out the phone and answering the call, Naliang said slowly: "Mr. James, you can start formulating a countermeasure plan..."