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It was established half a year ago, when Senshi Port Trading Company was still called Longkou Trading Company, and it was not officially opened until nearly two months ago.The hotel focuses on catering with a view, and has designed small private rooms to give guests enough privacy.

In the publicity, guests can see the beautiful night view of Minato Mirai through the floor-to-ceiling windows in the private room.Although it is a private room, it is not visually crowded.The lighting in the room adopts 3D projection technology, and the stars shine on the walls, as if you are in the starry sky, which is integrated with the exterior scene.

Suzuki Sonoko clapped his hands: "Yes! We are going there!"

They picked this one when they were looking at the strategy on the road. Not only did they interest a few people, but it was also owned by Sen's Port Trading Company. It just so happened that they could get it for free.

"I heard that Minato Mirai will set off fireworks today, watching the fireworks while eating, ah~ how beautiful!" Suzuki Sonoko felt excited when he thought about it, and sure enough, Mr. Sonoko's plan was perfect. Lan together, happened to take a photo of Lan wearing a cheongsam watching fireworks for Shinichi to see..."

"Yuanzi!" Mao Lilan hurriedly interrupted.

She remembered Kudo Shinichi saying try not to reveal his existence.She looked apologetically at the strange man she had just met, but this stranger didn't seem to care about the 'new one' that Sonoko Suzuki said.

Fyodor tilted his ears, with a slight smile on his lips, and said in a very gentlemanly manner: "It seems that the ladies are looking forward to the next journey." Then he turned his head and changed the subject, "What about this gentleman? ?”

Oda Sakunosuke, who was called for some reason, was stunned for a while, and then said slowly, "I'm looking forward to it too."

Even he knows not to throw cold water on people.It's just that his expectations may not be very high, in fact, his mind was not here along the way.

Oda Sakunosuke didn't know how he had attracted this man's attention, but Haibara Ai, who was holding his hand, slightly increased the strength, reminding him to be vigilant about this man.

"Do you like reading, sir?" The topic suddenly jumped to a strange place, Fyodor slowed down, his deep pupils looked at Oda Sakunosuke, and his tone seemed to be singing some beautiful story, "It can describe human beings. The life of a book can also describe the life and death of a world, books are really amazing.”

"Ah, I like it." The dumb hair on Oda Sakunosuke's head didn't move, and he looked a little dazed, as if he didn't know what this person wanted to say.

He was not the type who would talk about his ideals with strangers he had just met, nor was he a very talkative person, so even if Fyodor talked to this point, he didn't know what to say.

"If the master picked up a pen, what would he write?" Fyodor seemed curious.

Tilting his head, Oda Sakunosuke finally understood what to say at this time.

"The life of an ordinary person." He said with some uncertainty.

"Hey, when it comes to books, Mr. Fyodor's name seems to be a Russian literary giant..." Mao Lilan tapped his head and eased the awkward atmosphere.

Fyodor looked away immediately, as if he had got the answer he wanted to know.And Sakunosuke Oda still didn't understand what Fyodor wanted to ask and know.

Suzuki Sonoko touched his chin: "I remember undressing and taking off what?"

Fyodor's mouth was always smiling, and he didn't seem to care that his name was messed up.

"Fyodor Mikhailovich Dostoyevsky." Xueba Hui Yuanai couldn't stand it anymore, and reminded in a low voice.

"Yes! That's it!" Suzuki Sonoko remembered.

The atmosphere changed back to the bustling scene just now, and the few people happened to have arrived at the exit of Huahua Street.The bustling street came to an end, and their trip to Huahua Street was also coming to an end.

"It's a pity that I have to say goodbye to you here," said the polite Russian, "I wish you a pleasant journey."

Suzuki Sonoko is a little bit reluctant to part with the handsome guy he just met so soon.But after parting, she quickly changed her mood, and happily led the others to the Yamashita Park.

And Oda Sakunosuke walked behind, seeming to be thinking about something.Mao Lilan was walking hand in hand by Sonoko Suzuki, looking back at Oda Sakunosuke from time to time, with a worried expression on his face.

Suddenly Suzuki Sonoko listened and said a few words to Mao Lilan.

At the same time, at the entrance of Zhonghua Street, a man in a knitted hat walked into the lively street with a guitar bag on his back.

"Is this the place? Did you find the trace of the mouse?" Akai Shuichi held the mobile phone, and his green pupils scanned the various shops on both sides of the street.

"That's right, if you don't hurry up, he will run away again." The young man's voice came out from the microphone, his words were cheerful but cold, as if filled with viscous malice, "Although there are expectations It's disgusting that you actually followed him, you sewer rat."

Hideo Akai couldn't deny what he said. The Rat of the House of Death made a lot of trouble for the FBI when he was in the United States, and he knew more about that person's methods than the Japanese public security.

Of course he also hoped that the 'mouse' could be caught earlier.

After explaining the matter, Akai Shuichi moved his hand on the phone to his chest, and lightly rested his thumb on the end button.Very light, like a feather gently sweeping the back of your hand.He seemed to hear an inaudible voice.

"only today..."

It seemed to be just an illusion, when Akai Shuichi attached the phone to his ear again, he only heard the busy tone of 'beep beep' from the phone.

...

The sky was getting darker, and the color of the setting sun dyed the corner of the sky.

The fuchsia locomotive finally stopped in front of the five familiar buildings.Conan jumped out of the back seat and stood on the ground with both feet.

He couldn't help but breathe a sigh of relief.

On this day, he finally understood what it means to be a high-level mafia, what it means to be dedicated, and what it means to consciously work overtime to deal with the mess left by the boss.

No wonder Osamu Dazai ran so simply, no boss would worry about having such a cadre.

If all the people in the black organization are the same as Zhongyuan Zhongye, then he basically bid farewell to growing up.

Zhong Yuanzhong also helped his hat, and parked the locomotive behind the Hong Kong-Hei Building.Since the last time it was placed in the darkroom next to the office and it was almost bombed, he couldn't put his treasure upstairs with confidence.

Who knows if someone will blow up his locomotive to blow up his office.

"Is it over?" Conan looked up and saw that the man who stamped the word 'dedicated' in his heart carefully parked the fuchsia motorcycle.

"Yes." Zhong Yuanzhong also moved his wrist, "Where are you going to go at night, I will take you there."

Of course not riding a motorcycle, that would be too conspicuous.Zhong Yuanzhong also prefers to drive a private car when he is not in a hurry. If he catches the leader who disappeared for a day, he can be transported back intact.

Don't even think about letting that guy ride on his bike or anything.

Conan, who didn't listen at all when others were discussing the itinerary, scratched his cheek, and found Suzuki Sonoko's loud voice from his memory: "The hotel over there at Minato Mirai."

"Oh, that." Zhongya Nakahara led Conan for a while in the parking lot, stopped beside a black private car, and opened the door.

Conan became the co-pilot, and the little short hand put on his seat belt first.

Zhong Yuanzhong also drove a four-wheeled car, which was obviously not as smooth as a two-wheeled car. The low-key and luxurious black private car drove out of the parking lot smoothly. The orange-haired man looked ahead, the corners of his mouth were flattened, and he didn't know what he was thinking. What.

Conan's grip on the seat belt loosened a little. He thought he would meet Amuro Toruji just now.

After relaxing, Conan's head naturally remembered what Nakahara had mentioned in the afternoon.

"Brother Zhongyuan, who is Professor Glasses? Do I know him?" He was really curious about this.

Chuya Nakahara stared at the appearance, and his words were a little casual: "You don't even know him, Ango Sakaguchi, his name is Ango Sakaguchi."

'Ango Sakaguchi? 'Hearing this name, Conan quickly pulled out the life information of the literary master Ango Sakaguchi in his world from his mind.

When he knew that Atsushi and the others were from another world, Conan had doubts about the relationship between the writers in their own world and Atsushi and the others.It's just that Akutagawa is a student of Dazai, and Atsushi and Akutagawa's peers are far from the literary masters of this world.

But to say that their relationship is opposite, Oda Sakunosuke and Dazai Osamu are friends, according to the opposite theory, they should be opposite, so the opposite theory is wrong.Moreover, Nakahara Chuya's statement is mostly the same in their world's Chuya Nakahara as in this world's literary giant Nakahara Chuya, and they both have a good relationship with Sakaguchi Ango.

What a mess, the relationship between the two worlds.

Conan thought about it, and continued: "No wonder you have a good relationship."

Of course, it seems that the Central Plains of the two worlds are not high. This kind of thing may be related or it may be just a coincidence.

But Zhongyuanzhong doesn't seem to think so.He clicked his tongue, and said dissatisfiedly: "Whoever has a good relationship with him, if he didn't owe a favor, who would do things for him! After all, the favor should have been paid back when he dealt with Shibusawa Tatsuhiko some time ago—"

"Shibusawa Tatsuhiko?" It was another new name, and Conan recalled the information of the world's most famous writer.

When he finished his memories, he suddenly realized that the car was too quiet.Zhong Yuanzhong also obviously didn't finish his sentence, but there was no more to say.

He raised his head and looked at the driver's seat on the right.

The orange light of the setting sun shone on the man's face, and his warm-toned hair seemed to be shining.But those blue eyes, which are often full of various emotions, reveal a sense of blankness.

He is at a loss.

"Brother Zhongyuan? What's wrong?" Conan couldn't help asking in a soft voice.

As if he had regained his senses, Nakahara Chuya let out an ah.

"It's nothing." He put his mind on the road ahead again, and his expression returned to his previous appearance. "It just seems that I remembered something wrong."

The blue eyes are staring ahead, and the orange red of the setting sun seems to be dancing in them, like a burning flame.

"That time Shibusawa Tatsuhiko, it was a woman named Tsujimura Mizuki who came to me." His voice gradually deepened, "Professor Glasses really didn't ask me to return favors."

Conan, who didn't know what was going on, just said, "That's it."

But 'Tsujimura Fukatsuki'?Isn't she still alive in this world?

Apart from her, the other writers with the same name have basically died in this world, so it is very special that 'Tsujimura Fukatsuki' is still alive in this world.

Conan secretly took note of the new news.