Conan: I'm teasing Conan in Mingke

Huiyuan Ai asked the question again: "Tell me quickly, how do you spell those two words?"

Conan honestly repeated the spelling of the letters and asked, "Why are you asking this?"

"I want to temporarily store the information about that drug from the organization's computer into the doctor's MO, but I'm not sure about the password."

Huiyuan Ai typed the letters one by one and pressed the Enter key: "No, this is not the password..."

"What makes you think this word is a password?"

Huihara Ai rubbed her swollen head and said: "People in the organization sometimes call this experimental drug like this. From his serial number 4869, which reminds me of Sherlock Holmes, they call him the incompetent detective.

That’s why I tried my luck by typing in the names of detectives I could think of, but it wasn’t as easy as I thought…”

"Shelling Ford."

"Eh?"

"He spells it Shelling Ford."

Huiyuan Ai entered the string of letters into the computer: "Is there such a detective?"

"Don't worry about it, just give it a try."

After pressing the Enter key, the deep password was opened. Huiyuan Ai was surprised and said, "It's opened. How come?"

Speaking of his favorite detective topic, Conan is no longer sleepy.

"Shelling Ford is actually a temporary name given by Conan Doyle before he named the detective in his novel Sherlock Holmes. In other words, it is a famous detective in the experimental stage."

Huihara Ai smiled meaningfully, without stopping her movements: "I didn't expect the organization would play this kind of game."

Conan stopped talking nonsense and became serious again: "Let's not talk about this anymore. Time is running out. Doesn't your body have any reaction now?"

"How could there be no reaction? White liquor is not like boiled water." Huibara Ai retorted. The unreliable detective really couldn't understand the atmosphere. She was already feeling very uncomfortable now.

"No matter what, I have to store this information in MO first, and then hide it in this wine cellar. Remember to find a chance to come and get it later. After the organization catches me..."

"Hey?"

"Shinichi! Look ahead!" Conan wanted to ask more, but was stopped by Professor Agasa, who pointed to the front of the car and motioned Conan to look.

The familiar Porsche 356A, the familiar figure with long silver hair.

It's gin!

Dr. Agasa asked anxiously: "Could it be that they are with that Pisco..."

Conan denied it, "No, that's impossible! I've already told Officer Megure to call me before releasing those seven people!"

Conan saw Vodka take out a computer and hand it to Gin.

"Could it be that the computer that Huibara is using now has a transmitter already implanted in it by the organization?"

Dr. Agasa hammered his palm and said, "Yes, they must have found that they couldn't get through the phone, so they tracked the transmitter here!"

"Habara! The situation is not good!" Conan shouted to the other end of the phone: "They are here! You should hide in the fireplace quickly!"

Unfortunately, Haibara Ai on the opposite side no longer had the energy to answer Conan.

"Haibara? Haibara!!"

……

"What are you looking at?" Vermouth approached Kurokawa Keisawa who was smoking by the window and asked in English.

"Nothing, just a bit bored and looking at the scenery."

From here you can just see Professor Agasa's armored car. Although you can't hear what they are saying, you can tell a lot just by looking at their expressions.

It's really fun.

Sometimes I was frustrated, sometimes I was excited, and finally I started to become anxious.

Putting out the cigarette, Kurokawa Keizawa lowered his voice and asked, "How is it, has the handkerchief been given away?"

Vermouth nodded: "Yes, it will be that guy's turn for interrogation soon, but he actually lost his handkerchief. He is becoming more and more careless."

Kurokawa Keizawa said calmly: "He is old."

"Yeah, he's old."

He actually used the handkerchief given by the hotel so openly. I really don’t know what he was thinking.

But speaking of old age...

Vermouth looked at the young man beside her.

My uncle's real age is 30 years older than that guy Pisco...

Is it really appropriate to say that someone is old like this?

As for her...

No, she is younger than Pease!

She is definitely not considered old!

That's right!

Absolutely not!

“Eh?” Vermouth looked at the policemen who were starting to stir behind her: “Did they receive any news?”

"Yes." Kurokawa Keizawa did not turn around to observe. He could vaguely see the scene behind him through the reflection of the glass: "The officer Megure received a call from a man named Kudo, who wanted him to stop the actions of the two men in black clothes."

"Eh?"

Vermouth pretended to be calm on the surface, but her heart was already churning.

Uncle can now hear the fat police officer's phone call from this distance?

Was some strange gene implanted that she didn't know about?

impossible?

Vermouth looked at Kurokawa Keisawa and asked tentatively: "Uncle, how did you know the content of the phone call?"

And Kudo?

Could it be that kid?

Vermouth's hands trembled slightly. Could it be that the boy was not dead yet?

"Lip reading." Kurokawa Keizawa glanced at Vermouth. Her gaze was shaken and her hands were trembling. Could it be that this child had forgotten everything he had taught her before?

"He said, 'Kudo, you finally called me after all this time. What? You want me to stop two men in black? Okay, I got it.'"

“Is this so?” Vermouth looked at the glass that could only vaguely reflect the scene behind her.

Although she had always known that her uncle's eyesight was incredible, being able to read lips through this blurry glass...

This is a bit too outrageous...

"But I'm very curious..." Kurokawa Keizawa decided to tease Vermouth: "The Kudo mentioned by Inspector Megure seems to have a great background..."

Belmode: "..."

It’s over.

How should she explain...

How to do how to do.

With...

Although it was just a flash of inspiration, I don't know if I can hide it, but I'll give it a try...

Vermouth pursed her lips and said anxiously: "Maybe the police officer didn't mean Kudo (くどう), but Kuto (くとう)?

If you think about it carefully, compared to "Kudo finally called after so long", wouldn't "Kudou finally called after so long" be more reasonable? The pronunciation of these two words is also very similar..."

Is she playing a pun?

ヾ( ′ー｀)?

no solution anymore.

Can't think of a better excuse...

I hope my uncle can believe...

"puff……"

To Vermouth's surprise, Kurokawa Keisawa neither questioned nor believed it.

He just covered his mouth and laughed out loud with his shoulders shaking.

It's unexpectedly funny.

There was an unconcealable smile in Kurokawa Keizawa's narrowed eyes.

He originally just wanted to amuse his niece, but he didn't expect his niece to tell him a joke.

But it is really interesting.

can.