Conan and I start the hell-level main line

"Fantasy Paradise?"

Kogoro Mouri was sitting on his so-called desk piled with beer, reading the newspaper. Conan and Natsume Hoshi, who had just returned, were talking about this children's playground, which didn't seem like something a detective of my level would go to.

Maori Kogoro thought that this fantasy park was the same as the previous tropical park, which was for energetic teenagers. As an adult, I should continue to immerse myself in my favorite horse racing.

"Dad, Conan and the others are talking to you, please stop reading the newspaper..." Xiaolan said speechlessly and took the newspaper away from his hand, leaving Maori Kogoro alone with his eyes wide open.

"Dad, why did you buy so many horse racing tickets again? You lost everything last time. Are you going to do it again this time?" As expected, Xiaolan got angry when she found the horse racing tickets hidden in Kogoro Mouri's hand.

Maori Kogoro pouted, "Uh... I believe my luck is still there. After all, the previous 12-game winning streak was pretty good. I want to repeat it..."

"The past is the past, and the present is the present. Mr. Maori, do you know why there is a saying that people go bankrupt by gambling? Cheating is one thing, but luck is not always on your side." Natsume Xing smiled. Luck? Unless you are the protagonist, otherwise... eh? ? . .

However, as soon as he finished speaking, Natsume was stunned and petrified...

Holy shit!! Why am I such a miserable protagonist? It’s okay to be unlucky, but I don’t appear in many episodes in this series. What did I do to offend anyone!!!

Natsume was covering her face and shouting like crazy, while Maori Kogoro, Xiaolan and Conan looked at each other with question marks above their heads.

"Well, the horse race is lost anyway," Maori Kogoro reluctantly took off his headphones, "By the way, what were you talking about just now?"

Conan: "Fantasy Paradise, didn't we just say that?"

"Ah, did you say that?" Maori Kogoro felt as if his memory was broken and he couldn't remember it at all.

Conan slapped his face speechlessly. Sure enough, he shouldn't have said that when he was wearing headphones. This confused Kogoro was not doing his job.

"Dad, Conan and Natsume just said that when they came back they found an email in the mailbox. It was sent by the owner of Fantasy Park, and it looked a bit like a commission letter." Xiaolan said, moving the letter that was clearly placed in front of Mouri Kogoro one foot forward.

Maori Kogoro: "Another letter, what's going on today? At noon it's Karasuma Haruki, and at night it's Fantasy Paradise again."

"By the way, Conan, you should give my phone back to me. I want to download some Landlord games to play."

"Dou Dizhu? Uncle, you don't want to gamble again." Conan took out the Apple phone. Of course, he deleted the letter from Karasuma Haruki.

It’s better not to let Uncle and Xiaolan know about the organization’s affairs for now, but... one day, he will not be able to hide it anymore.

Conan watched as Kogoro Mouri got his phone back and excitedly downloaded the Landlord game to play. Xiaolan looked at him sharply and as long as he dared to have any idea of ​​gambling, she would immediately start to force him to have ideological education!

Conan smiled with relief. Now, as long as that realm was not involved, he really... still hoped that everyone could live peacefully as usual.

Maori Kogoro smiled and said, "Don't worry, I still know myself well~"

Conan: I can't believe it.

"But for detectives, gambling is often a good way to get closer to the murderer. Unfortunately, the cost is too high and they may even lose their lives. But for a professional gambler, he looks steady because he has lost too many times." Kogoro Mouri said to himself.

"Bet?" After hearing this, Conan thought for a moment. For some reason, this sentence had been running through so many things.

Even in my own life, the Haido Hotel incident, the Itakura Taku incident, and the Manyue incident, for an impulsive person like me, wasn't it just a gamble?

Haha, that’s a bit self-deprecating.

Wealth and honor are sought in danger, but also lost in danger. One tenth of the time it is sought, nine tenths of the time it is lost.

Natsume Xing: "Okay, Mr. Maori, after all that talk, will you accept this boss' commission?"

Maori Kogoro read the contents of the letter. "It says here that you can bring your family and friends with you, and you can also experience the VIP ride of Fantasyland."

Xiaolan: "Dad, this is great. We can contact Dr. Agasa and take Mitsuhiko Ayumi and the others out to play together."

Maori Kogoro: "Huh? You still want me to take care of those little brats?"

Conan: "Uncle, take them with you."

Natsume nodded and gave a wicked smile, "I second the motion. I'll take care of them anyway~"

(The five little ones sneezed for no apparent reason. It seemed that the planned action of the theatrical version of the Boy Detective Team would be strangled in the cradle.)

Maori Kogoro saw that, but reluctantly said: "Okay, okay, I am not a stingy person. As long as there are no little devils making trouble, everything is fine."

Xiaolan smiled (*^▽^*): "That's good, it's more fun when there are more people."

Natsumehoshi (ー_ー;): Cases should be more interesting when there are many people involved. If I'm not mistaken, this trip to M10 is going to be a hodgepodge.

How many people are there?

Ding Dong! The office doorbell rang.

Conan: "Do you have a commission? It's almost dark."

"Ah, this should be the takeaway I ordered." Kogoro Mouri rubbed his hands and couldn't wait to run to open the door.

Outside the door, I saw a blond and dark-skinned man wearing a chef's apron smiling warmly, holding a plastic bag with some things in it, "Hello Mr. Maori, today is my first visit."

"Mr. Amuro." Xiaolan and Conan greeted Amuro Toru in unison, although they were a little confused.

The one who was even more confused was probably Natsume Hoshi. It was like he had missed a lot of things for the first time in his life. "Ah, Amuro Toru... what's going on?"

Maori Kogoro: "Haha, Amuro, you said it, it's free."

Amuro Toru: “Haha, of course not.”

While having lunch at the Poirot Café at noon, Kogoro Mori was about to pay the bill when Toru Amuro stopped him and expressed his hope to visit him in the evening.

After all, he might be working here for a while, so naturally he wants to get familiar with the famous detective Mouri Kogoro who is famous in the news.

Of course, to show his sincerity, Toru Amuro will bring a dinner that he made himself, and most importantly, it's free~

Natsumehoshi (?v?): Haha, Mr. Maori, this is what really excites you, no wonder you have the guts to buy horse racing tickets.

To explain simply, Conan and Xiaolan are not xenophobic. They will naturally welcome someone who comes to visit them. Xiaolan sensibly goes to the kitchen to make tea.

I don't know what happened between Natsume Hoshi and Amuro Toru. Maybe they never thought they would meet from the beginning. Fortunately, they didn't look at each other and pretended that the other didn't exist.

Their identities are there. If it's for serious business, it's fine, but daily life? Haha, don't say how embarrassing it is.

"Mr. Amuro, please."

"Thank you." Amuro smiled brightly. He came here today because he really wanted to learn more about Maori Kogoro, because...

Just as he saw, Karasuma Haruki might not be known to most people, but as a public security policeman and an undercover agent who had infiltrated the organization, he keenly sensed the importance of this matter.