The vest is played on the face of the card

Many people did not close their eyes that night.

When it was daylight, Phantom Thief Kidd took off the dress he was wearing, changed into a more everyday attire, and checked himself in the mirror again.The boy in the mirror looked ordinary, like an ordinary high school student, and there was no resemblance between him and the famous Kaitou Kidd at all.

Kaito Kuroba wandered around the Mori Detective Agency, pretending to be waiting for someone, but his eyes were always on the second floor of the dilapidated billiard room not far away.

Kuroba Kaito thought, if he had known earlier, he would not have put cell enzymes on the motorcycle seat cushion for the sake of being handsome and left, and he didn't know how Shotaro's body is now.

He lingered on the first floor of the billiards room for a while, and finally decided to go to the second floor to check the situation first. Anyway, when he came last time, he basically disguised his face and changed his voice slightly. , he will not be recognized.

After comforting himself, he happily walked to the second floor of the billiard room, the detective agency.

He pushed open the door, and Kaito Kuroba put on a troubled expression like a normal caller.

The door was not locked, and when it was pushed open, the edge of the door touched the wind chime at the door.When the wind chime rang, he heard a familiar voice saying to him: "Come on, this is Narumi Detective Agency..."

The door was opened.

Kaito Kuroba twitched the corner of his mouth, and said with difficulty: "Wrong way, I want to go to Mori Detective Agency, goodbye."

How could this guy be here!

Kuroba Kaito left quickly.

Edogawa Conan didn't see the other person's face, only saw the back of a person running away in a hurry - but he didn't find it strange that such people knocking on the wrong door often came during this time.

The person who was writing something seriously in front of the typewriter lowered his raised hands and said, "What happened, Conan?"

Shotaro Sato asked this, and he put on a pair of flat glasses in a pretentious manner.

Conan replied, "Nothing."

As he replied, he thought about what happened yesterday.

Yesterday, Shotaro got carried away by the incident at the museum, and went after Kaitou Kid on his own.The kind-hearted police officer Nakamori drove Conan back to the Maori Detective Agency.

After Mori Kogoro learned of this incident, he was already full of distrust of his competitors, but now his impression of Zuo Shotaro was even worse.

He said drunkenly, "Shotaro Narumi, he is such a terrible person to leave a child in a place where there will be ghost thieves."

Edogawa Conan twitched the corners of his mouth: "It's no good for you to drink like this in front of children..."

And usually he didn't miss the scene of the murder.

But Mori Kogoro's attitude still made Conan put his tone a little more gently: "His surname is not Narumi, didn't he introduce himself to you last time? His name is Shotaro Sato."

Mori Kogoro said: "Who remembers the name of Zuo Minghai? In short, if I say no to go, then it means not to go. Don't meet that kind of unreliable person."

Hey, who is the most unreliable.

Even though he knew Kogoro Mori's words were just a hint of concern, Conan still twitched his lips.

Leaving a child alone in a place like that, and leaving without care, does sound a bit bad.

If he was a real child, he might feel a little flustered, but after all, the soul hidden in his body is already an adult.

And there are policemen all around, how could he be in danger.

Conan was perfunctory, and slipped to the opposite billiard room out of worry that day.He came just in time, and Mr. Belt just prepared cold noodles at this time. It is said that he made a bold innovation by referring to many methods and replacing the noodles used in cold noodles with macaroni.

Zuo Shotaro frowned and looked at the food on his plate, and said, "Is this really edible?"

Mr. Belt said: "sure, I think the taste should be good, try it."

He glanced back at Conan, so Mr. Belt turned around and went to prepare the cold noodles that belonged to Conan. Mr. Belt was in a good mood, Shotaro Sato’s eyes were full of resistance, and he even signaled Conan with his eyes to hurry up. escape.

Is it that scary?

Not only did Conan not escape, he also sat beside Shotaro, he naturally mentioned what happened yesterday: "Did you catch Kidd later?"

Shotaro felt a little guilty when he heard this question. Not only did he not arrest Kidd, but he also entrusted Kidd—how can children know about such things?

So Shotaro said seriously: "...Eat something."

When Shotaro changed the subject, he couldn't hide his unnatural expression. Conan saw that Shotaro didn't give up chopping and chopping the things on the plate even in this extremely entangled situation. I can't help being a little curious.

Conan didn't dislike Shotaro either, he used a fork to fork some food and delivered it to his mouth.

——At that moment, Conan's mind flashed the expression of Mori Kogoro when he fainted from the anesthesia injection.

Conan only felt that his eyes were pitch black, and the world was spinning.He thought, so Uncle Maori felt this way, and the next time he wanted to inject an anesthetic injection, he must think twice before doing so.

The taste of terror spread in his mouth. At this moment, he didn't even have the intention to say anything. He lay down on the table and didn't move.

When Mr. Belt turned his head, he happened to come over with a large bowl of cold noodles that he had improved. Seeing Conan's appearance, he wondered, "What's wrong with him?"

Shotaro said against his conscience: "Maybe I'm too tired. Children nowadays are under too much pressure to study."

Mr. Belt was worried: "Then it is even more necessary to eat more to grow his body. I prepared a little more for him. This kid wears glasses at such a young age, and he is still so thin. He needs to eat more."

Conan really didn't want to wake up now.

Mr. Belt said: "You know, I'm just a belt. Although the control of the mechanical arm is precise, there is still a gap compared with human hands. If it doesn't taste good, you must tell me!"

Shotaro is now turning on the cat's tongue shielding device that can temporarily make him lose his sense of taste. Relying on his inability to taste the taste, Xilihulu ate all the food in his bowl, not even the soup left.When he put down the bowl, Mr. Belt was obviously very happy, and he asked, "How is it, is it delicious?"

Shotaro said truthfully, "I don't know."

Mr. Belt took Shotaro's answer as if he was shy.So Mr. Belt was happy and continued to work for food.

Usually, Mr. Belt will prepare food strictly according to the recipe, and the seasoning is accurate to 01 grams, so the taste of the food is quite good.

But he was in a good mood today, so he played freely.

And because he is a belt, not a human being, he can't taste it, so this food is placed in front of Shotaro.

Conan fell asleep for an hour, and when he woke up in a daze, Shotaro was typing.

Conan asked, "What are you writing, Shotaro?"

Shotaro Sato was secretive, covering the written lines on the paper jammed on the typewriter with his hands, and stammered, "It's something children can't read."

Come on, he was a serious high school student not long ago, is there something he hasn't seen.

Conan leaned over to look, and could only see the words "Proposal" on the head, which was still written in the familiar way, and the entire article was written in Roman accents.

He looked at Shotaro Sato suspiciously.

Anyway, I can't hide anymore, so it's better to make it clear at once, so as to save this kid from getting curious and sneaking a peek at his things again.

Shotaro said: "Because I will part with Mr. Belt soon, so I am writing a plan - what things need to be done before Mr. Belt leaves, so that there will be no regrets."

Conan frowned and looked at the shelf on one side, and sure enough, he saw that a third doll had been placed next to the cat doll and the bat doll, and it was still the familiar crooked workmanship. Shotaro made it himself.

Conan frowned and said, "Leave? Is the rent due? If it's because of this, I can ask brother Shinichi to help you."

Shotaro said: "No, I will part ways with Mr. Belt after that."

Conan said, "Do we have to part?"

Shotaro said vaguely: "Because Mr. Belt and I are going abroad, we are not in the same place, and we will be separated for a while. That's why I want to write a list."

Mr. Belt said: "First thing first, make a cold noodle for you, it's already done, remember to cross it out."

Shotaro typed out the words "Cold Noodles" slowly, and then found a pen to cross out the words.

Although he had known for a long time that one day, they would have to part, but he didn't expect the parting to come so soon.Conan was still a little bored at first, but after seeing their calm attitude, Conan's inner anxiety disappeared.

It was as if they were certain that they would meet again, without the slightest hint of sadness.

He tentatively suggested: "Maybe before going abroad, you can go to Kyoto."

Mr. Belt hasn't been to Kyoto yet:"

iceidea, Conan, I'll check it out. "

Conan was relieved to see Shotaro seemed to be very energetic.He didn't leave until it was dark, the door of the detective agency was closed, only the sound of the wind chimes jingling, and not long after, even the sound of the wind chimes became quiet.

Mr. Belt said: "Maybe we can also prepare some gifts for Conan, such as... an antidote or something. Being a child will be very hard."

Mr. Belt has the gift of the machine pill from the previous world in his hand, and he can check all the confidential information, so he naturally knows that Conan is Kudo Shinichi.But he was an elder after all, and he was not too young when he died. To him, the difference between a high school student detective and a primary school student detective was really not that big.

Anyway, they are children who need to be cared for, so there is no difference.

But Shotaro didn't know anything about it, he nodded: "I should give some gifts to my friends, what would he like?"

A string of wine names flashed in Mr. Belt's information database. He backed up and registered them one by one, and said, "Who knows."