My script must be HE

Different from the thrilling one over there, the three girls and one babysitter here just happened to walk into the famous scenic spot in Yokohama, China Style Street.

At noon, the air of Zhonghua Street is filled with the aroma of food, and passers-by are holding crab roe soup dumplings or large skewers of squid.Girls who looked like high school students walked into the cheongsam shop in Zhonghua Street hand in hand. When they came out, they were wearing beautiful, slim cheongsams with two balls tied on their heads.

Suzuki Sonoko cheered and grabbed Mao Lilan's arm: "Lan! It's rare to come here, let's go change the cheongsam!" Of course, he did not forget to mention a long-lost detective, "Take a few photos for Shinichi and that Guys, take a look, how about it?"

Mao Lilan's face turned red, and she shyly called her best friend's name, and then was easily pushed by Suzuki Sonoko.

"Are you here, Xiao Ai?" When entering the store quickly, Mori Ran greeted Haibara Ai and Oda Sakunosuke who were walking behind.

Haibara Ai walked side by side with Oda Sakunosuke with his hands behind his back, when he heard this, he raised his voice and replied, "I will die."

Two female high school students entered the store pushing and shoving, while an adult and a child walking outside were chatting with each other.

The position of the sun gradually came directly above the head, smelling the aroma of food, Oda Sakunosuke said with some nostalgia: "Is there curry in Zhonghua Street?"

"Yes." Hui Yuanai said.

It happened to be the Spring Festival for planting flowers two days ago. At this time, the sound of drums and gongs can still be heard in Zhonghua Street.

"Is that a lion dance?" Mao Lilan said pleasantly after changing her clothes.

She changed into a red cheongsam, while Suzuki Sonoko who followed her changed into a purple one.

At the entrance of the gourmet store, a red lion is dexterously jumping.It shook its head from time to time, and shook its body from time to time, like a living creature.

After seeing enough of the lion dance, the four of them walked along the street, and along the way they had more or less food in their hands.

Bite down the candied haws, Suzuki Sonoko hissed, "It's so sour!"

"But I really didn't expect that company to have so many stores here." Mao Lilan smiled, looking at the shiny gemstone brooch on her chest.

They hardly have to pay anything along the way, and the shop assistants will wave their hands after seeing the voucher, signaling that they don't need to pay.

Hui Yuanai lowered his head, the corners of his lips slightly raised.

She doesn't think so.

The shops under the Port Black-Hand Party will have eye-catching trademarks, and some of the snack bars and gourmet restaurants they passed by just now do not have the Port Black-Hand-Party trademark.

"Like someone paid for it in advance," she whispered.

The midday sun is a little harsh, even in the chilly early spring.

The sound of beating gongs and drums gradually faded away, and the long music followed faintly into the ears with the cool wind.

It is not as lively and noisy as the lion dance accompaniment.As the distance approaches, the sound of the music becomes more pronounced.

Suzuki Sonoko tapped his cheek with a finger, and then suddenly realized: "I remember! This is an erhu!"

"Yes!" Mao Lilan also remembered, "We heard it before in Tokyo!"

The flow of people on Zhonghua Street today is not small, but the sound of the erhu is unique and has a worry that does not match the festival. Unexpectedly, there is no magnificent scene surrounded by three floors inside and three floors outside.In the gaps covered by scattered passers-by, Hui Yuanai raised his eyes and saw the hand holding the piano pole.Long and well-knit, with a hint of pallor.

Looking up, she bumped into those dark purple pupils.

The dark-haired Russian in a flowered white robe smiled at her.

"Hey? Mr. at that time!" Mao Lilan said in surprise.

Hui Yuanai came back to her senses, she grabbed Oda Sakunosuke's hand, feeling a little relieved.

Suzuki Sonoko also remembered at this time, she looked up at the sky and thought: "Yes, we also saw this handsome guy when we went to the new family a few months ago."

She still remembers quite clearly, after all, Kudo Shinichi's mother was at home at that time, and they had a meal together.

And this man playing the erhu is really too temperamental.

"I really didn't expect to see this handsome guy again. Is this a fateful encounter?" Suzuki Sonoko clasped his hands together and clenched his fists, his tone was astonishing and dreamy.

"Perhaps this is really a fateful encounter."

The erhu stopped and the crowd made way for the street artist.

The long hem of his clothes swayed slightly as he walked, and this European-American man showed a polite smile.

"See you again, fair lady," he said.

...

Conan really did not expect to experience such a thing before coming here.

He, "Sherlock Holmes of Heisei" and "the savior of the Japanese police", actually followed a mafia-hand-party to establish a den of people smuggling.

The problem wasn't that he brought a smuggling den—even if Zhongyuan Zhong didn't bring him, he would rush to call the police when he found out.

The problem lies with Chuya Nakahara, he is Mafia!

Isn't human smuggling Mafia's favorite?What are you so excited about demolishing your hometown? !

And Yazawa Chiaki, who successfully got the daily task and completed it perfectly, was satisfied with the news that the power stone had been credited, and Nakahara Chuya, who had been angry all morning because the leader slipped away, was in a much better mood at this time.

"Yes, let's deal with it later." Zhong Yuanzhong also said to his subordinates.

He leaned on his motorcycle fan, and beside his legs was Conan who had lost his eyesight and was hit hard.

In front of him, thugs in suits fell scattered on the ground, lying on the ground in disorder.And beside their heads, people from the port mafia wearing black sunglasses walked around here, dealing with follow-up matters.

Doing things that the port black-hand-party does not allow on the territory of the port black-hand-party, the dreams are shattered so quickly.

After giving instructions, he picked up Conan's collar, put him on the back seat of the motorcycle, and straddled him: "Next."

"Wait, wait! Next?!" Conan straightened his crooked glasses, and hurriedly grabbed Nakahara Chuya's hem, "Isn't it over yet?!"

Are you a good partner of the police in the new era? !

The top cadre who has become a habit raised his eyebrows, and turned his right hand holding the handle down.

"Today is free." He didn't care much.

The fuchsia locomotive rushed out, and the huge impact made Conan lean back.

Here comes the question, why did Conan Edogawa follow Nakahara Chuya to do the task of the port mafia-hand-party?

Twenty minutes later, Conan held the pole with one hand, covered his stomach with the other, and bent over, feeling his head turned into a paste.

"Are you really so dizzy?" The culprit touched his hat and urged, "Hurry up, I'm in a hurry."

"It's not over yet?" Conan turned his head and asked sincerely, "So this is not an order from Osamu Dazai, why do you insist on taking me with you?"

He is not familiar with Zhongyuan Zhong, right?Completely unfamiliar?

Could it be the bug revenge before revenge?

Zhong Yuanzhong also raised the brim of his hat, and turned to look at the wild flowers by the roadside.

"I owe a favor to Professor Glasses. He asked me to protect you today." Speaking of this, he continued naturally, "If you want to ensure your safety, of course it is safest to be by my side."

"Professor Glasses?" Hearing another unfamiliar name, Conan stood up straight while supporting the telephone pole.

None of the people he knew seemed to wear glasses.

Chuya Nakahara moved forward a little towards Conan, then took Conan by the collar and put him on the back seat.

"It's just an undercover agent." He curled his lips, "Okay, I'm in a hurry, so I'm leaving."

Conan hurriedly grabbed the lower edge of Nakahara Chuya's vest, and the next second the purple-red motorcycle rushed out along the path.

'Professor Glasses' is such a familiar title, but he is actually an undercover agent?Under the indomitable sprint of the locomotive, Conan's brain was unprecedentedly clear.

He couldn't help but look at Nakahara Chuya's midfielder, but he could only see Nakahara Chuya's midfielder in his field of vision.

'This person is actually very soft-hearted, right? 'he thinks.

It's strange that a mafia would fulfill its promise to an undercover agent.

'But who is 'Professor Glasses'? 'It can't be Dr. Ali, can it?Does anyone else wear glasses besides him?His father Yusaku Kudo?

...

"So Mr. Fyodor is Russian!"

For some reason, four people became five people, and the big snow-white Russian hamster just mixed in so naturally.These five people were walking on Huahua Street, chatting back and forth.

Mao Lilan asked curiously: "Has Mr. Fyodor ever been to plant flowers?"

"I've been there." He smiled strangely when he mentioned this, "I was 'recommended' to go."

Oda Sakunosuke's eyes were fixed on the back of the man in the white dress in front of him, and the corners of his lips were flattened.

"You also feel that something is wrong with that man." Hui Yuanai said softly.

Former ex-assassin, ex-Mafia, and current investigator, Oda Sakunosuke nodded.

"I've seen such white people before," he said. "That man is a dangerous wanted man."

He had met Shibusawa Tatsuhiko during the Dragon Head War, but he had not seen this 'rat' hiding behind the scenes.

At this time, Oda Sakunosuke just felt that the man was strange.

"Yeah, the eyes of nothingness, the smiling face like a mask." Haibara Ai held Oda Sakunosuke's hand tightly, "Let's separate from him earlier."

As if he had a premonition, the man with black hair and fine clothes turned his head slightly, his purple pupils swept towards the two people who were "whispering" behind him.

There seemed to be some pity in those eyes, and it seemed to be regretful.

Soon he raised his eyes, and said in his clear voice, "For the night view of Yokohama, are you going to Minato Mirai?"

"Yes, yes!" Sonoko Suzuki snapped his fingers, "After leaving Zhonghua Street, go to Yamashita Park, and then go to Minato Mirai to ride the Ferris wheel."

"Well, I remember that Sen's Port Trading Company seems to have built a new hotel in Minato Mirai, which is very close to the Ferris wheel." The man seemed to say casually.

That would be a good viewing platform, for some people.