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'Finally, I can relax for a while. '

A case happened, and the agreed-upon interview naturally went to waste.There was no need to make a record, and Atsushi Nakajima and Kyoka Izumi went back to the base directly after the case was over.

Three vests are equipped with Brainstorm and Conan ratio speed. As long as one of the vests is on, it will burn brain cells, and it is necessary to be vigilant from time to time whether the synchronization rate exceeds 50%.

Chiaki Yazawa has never been so busy at work!

But when you are working, you don't have the opportunity to slice your own spirit and open the vest, and don't talk about 'I will discuss countermeasures with me', 'I will pretend that I am on the phone with me' and so on.

I don't know whether to be happy or sad.

Yazawa Chiaki sent Nakajima Atsushi and Izumi Kyoka to bed, and spent the long night wearing only a Fyodor waistcoat.

'It's time to smoke two rounds and eleven consecutive rounds, why don't you smoke now! '

This time I harvested 22 power stones, not counting the scattered inventory of less than [-]. Chiaki Yazawa can draw [-] cards.

He went out of Atsushi Nakajima after eating tea and rice, and Atsushi Nakajima likes to eat tea and rice. Chiaki Yazawa felt that there must be a metaphysical connection between the two.Just met Conan, and Jinghua imitated Ranpo just now.Maybe the combination of the two can produce a wonderful chemical reaction, just in case Edogawa Ranpo will be drawn out.

Chiaki Yazawa, who believes in metaphysics, clicked on the gashapon interface and slapped it.

Red moon, red moon.

Not a single tinge of purple can be seen.

Well, another day of fruitlessness.

He's used to it...

No!You can't get used to it at all!No matter how you look at it, it is a capitalized word 'sad'!

Yazawa Tou Chiaki who was far away in Yokohama grabbed his hair and pulled it down while losing synchronization.

His heart hurts!

'22 draws, [-] power stones, all gone!So Conan actually represents bad luck!Otherwise, why would he die somewhere? Sure enough, he will actually bring bad luck! '

Saving power stones is too painful for Yazawa Chiaki.

It's a great time to draw cards, and the drop rate is crematorium.

"Maybe I shouldn't be awake, I should sleep." Yazawa Chiaki's eyes were blank, "When I fall asleep, I won't want to draw cards. If I don't draw cards, I won't sink the ship. If I don't sink the ship, there is still hope..."

Praying to God and worshiping Buddha is still a non-chief, and the 'god' of this world is still a 'death'.

No matter what, life must go on.

The next day, Atsushi Nakajima and Kyoka Izumi also had to face severe practical problems.

The previously planned publicity through the radio station turned yellow.Although there was contact with the case, there was a suspicion of 'playing big names' with the police last night. Thinking about it, I feel that it is very difficult to accept commissions from the police.

In the original book, the main commission of the Armed Detective Agency comes from the military and police, and has a close relationship with the government.Yazawa Chiaki, who became a monk halfway, is a black family. The detective agency that has only been open for a month has not received any commissions and has no reputation.

After careful investigation, this detective agency even had something to do with Yokohama's Yakuza. Fortunately, Fyodor got in touch with the officials early on, so that this detective agency would not be easily found out.

But it's still too bad!The official background is gone!

On the first floor of the detective agency, several large boxes were placed on the table in the living room, with cute cartoon animal stickers on them, and a stack of leaflets beside the boxes.

"..." Atsushi Nakajima.

"..." Quan Jinghua.

Early in the morning, the two underage but shouldering important responsibilities sat on the sofa and looked at each other.

Obviously, what they had in front of them was doll costumes, and the two who had lost the promotion opportunity and had no new commissions were going to distribute leaflets for a day today.

"Dun." Jinghua pointed to a box with cat stickers on it, "Let's wear that today."

Atsushi Nakajima thinks he can do both: "Then which one will you choose?"

I saw that Quan Jinghua accurately selected a yellow-haired mouse from various animal stickers: "Rabbit!"

"...no, that's a mouse."

"It's a rabbit, a yellow rabbit."

In short, Jinghua still put on the 'yellow rabbit' in the end.

An hour later, a big white cat and a yellow Pichu appeared on the streets of Tokyo at the same time.

The white cat has a chubby belly, beady eyes and a chubby face that looks naive, and its tail swings from side to side as if it is alive.With short legs, the yellow Pichu followed the big white cat in front steadily, with long yellow and black-edged ears dangling back and forth.

They all held a thick stack of papers in one hand, pulled out a sheet in the other hand, and handed it to passers-by.The big white cat was a head taller than the little yellow mouse, and they walked in tandem, as if Meow had raised a Pichu.

The two big fluffy dolls are very cute, but it's a pity that people on the streets of Tokyo are so busy with their own affairs that few people are willing to stop and take a flyer.

Probably only small children would stop for fur.

The elementary school students walking together on the road discovered these two hard-working dolls.

"Oh! It's Piochu!" The girl wearing a white headband and a red sailor jacket and yellow shorts ran over in surprise, "Can I hug you?!"

She was followed by a tall, freckled boy in a blue sweater, a tall, fat boy in a gray-green sweater, and finally a boy in a yellow baseball cap and a blue blazer with And a red tie.

The last boy is naturally Edogawa Conan.

Yellow Pichu tilted his head to look at the girl, Ayumi Yoshida, and nodded.

Ayumi hugged her arms happily.

Even the belly of the well-made doll clothes is as soft as the outside, and the girl exclaimed happily: "It's so soft!"

The tall and thin boy Mitsuhiko Tsuburaya curiously took the flyer from the white cat, and looked at it with Motota Kojima next to him.

"They're advertising a detective agency!" The boys paid more attention to the flyer.

Conan Edogawa, who was following behind, heard the words 'Detective Agency'.

He couldn't help thinking of the members of the 'Armed Detective Agency' he had seen last night.

'It shouldn't be such a coincidence, right? ' Conan thought slowly.

In this world where the status of detectives is high, of course the number of detectives is not too rare, but there are only those few who really stand at the top of the pyramid.

So Conan didn't think he would coincidentally meet the members of the 'Armed Detective Agency' again just overnight.

"Conan!" The elementary school students greeted the little friends who were left behind, "Come and see!"

"..." Looking at the three children who were attracted by the small roadside advertisement, Conan reminded me while thinking that I am not a primary school student, "Aren't we going to the art museum?"

Mitsuhiko Tsuburaya was dissatisfied: "This is a 'detective agency'! Detective, detective, agency! There must be many detectives in it!"

"Yes!" The other two children clenched their fists in agreement.

Conan who thought of 'Armed Detective Agency' revealed his half-moon eyes.

"Maybe the detective in this detective agency is a willful kid." Quan Jinghua, who is only 17 years old, is also a kid in the eyes of [-]-year-old Conan. He admits his ability, but his attitude towards murder cases is really too willful.

If it hadn't been for Quan Jinghua's refusal to tell her reasoning, he wouldn't have hit Mori Kogoro on the head with an ashtray.

As soon as the words fell, the yellow Pichu paused.

It turned around slowly, and its peasy eyes turned to stare at the unconscious Edogawa Conan.

The three children were also dissatisfied with Conan's breaking their fantasies: "Conan!"

"Hi, hi." Conan stepped forward indifferently.

Just out of the detective's curiosity, he glanced at the flyer in Mitsuhiko's hand from the corner of his eye.

I saw a few large characters occupying 60% of the entire page——

Armed Detective Agency, complete your commission perfectly!

'Armed detective agency...' he thought slowly.

'...etc?What detective agency? '

'No way? !What a coincidence? ! '

Conan suddenly felt a gust of wind, as if an evil spirit was lying on his back.

'The tall one and the short one handing out the leaflets...'

He reacted and turned to look at Pioqiu next to him.

Those button-like dark peas were glinting, and I don't know how long they stared at him.

A familiar voice came from under the yellow-haired mouse's hood.

"Do you have any opinion on Teacher Ranpo?"