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"Ah, it's this one, it's this one."

After school, I happened to see a fortune-telling booth across the road on the side of the street. Suzuki Sonoko suddenly became excited, looked at Isshiki, and asked him if the old woman was the fortune-teller Isshiki met in the morning.

After Yishisheng nodded, Suzuki Sonoko couldn't wait to invite Xiaolan to go to the divination with her, because it was a very accurate divination project that even Yishisheng recognized, so Sera Masumi also became interested, and they walked towards the road together Walked in the opposite direction.

Shiliang Zhenchun and Isshiki fell behind.

"Really?" Shiliang Zhenchun was amazed, "Divination is generally not a fortuneteller who looks at micro-expressions and uses psychology. You should be very good at these things, and even you can be fooled into thinking that the other party is very good at divination. If so, I really want to see the strength of the other party..."

Yihuo paused: "Actually, I believe there are incredible things in this world."

"Oh?" Shiliang Zhenchun raised his eyebrows.

Yihue Xiangsheng said each word with a pause: "My existence itself is incredible evidence."

Shiliang Zhenchun laughed directly: "There is such a saying that every child is a gift from their parents and is unique to their parents, but it can't be confused with incredible. Everything can be explained by science..."

They walked to the booth in no time.

Sonoko was very interested in testing his love fortune, Xiaolan quietly blushed beside her, and Shiliang saw the two of them, so he joked that he should also test love.

The fortune-teller gave answers one by one.

Two steaming red apples appeared on the street.

Shiliang couldn't help laughing. In fact, she still didn't really believe in divination. She only suspected that what the fortune-teller said were routines, until she also walked up to the fortune-teller and stretched out her hand to the fortune-teller.

A ray of light suddenly flashed across Shiliang's mind.

If it is a "show", then the murderer of the missing case must have chosen a girl with slender and beautiful fingers, and the appearance of the fingers in the photo also proves this; if the fingers are to be slender and beautiful, what profession can observe finger to select the target?

A fortuneteller seems like a good choice.

Shiliang narrowed his eyes: "Grandma, when did you start setting up a fortune-telling stall nearby?"

The fortune teller who had closed her eyes to sense slowly opened her eyes. She looked at Shiliang and smiled slightly: "It's been a while."

"Well, it seems that your fortune-telling booth is very popular. When we came here just now, we queued for five or six minutes. Hey-old man, do you know what I'm thinking right now?"

The fortune teller kept smiling: "Child, what you are measuring is love. Do you need me to give you the answer now?"

"You say." Shiliang shrugged, and withdrew his hand, his tone seemed a little careless.

"You are a bad boy."

Shiliang was taken aback for a moment, and his eyes became sharp all of a sudden.

Shiliang Zhenchun frowned and looked at the fortune-teller, but the fortune-teller continued without changing his face: "It's hard for me to say what the outcome of your love will be, no, maybe that's not really affectionate, so it's better to consider that you are always with me." People watching you."

"What, who would—" Shiliang's voice stopped abruptly.

Shiliang turned his head to look at Yihu Xiangsheng.

A blank and innocent expression of one color.

Shiliang pressed his eyebrows: "Okay, I will pay attention. Thank you, very helpful."

Leaving the booth, Yuanzi and Xiaolan were curious about the meaning of the fortune-teller's words, and were about to ask Shi Liangzhi if he knew the hidden meaning, but unexpectedly, Shi Liang bumped Yise Xiangsheng with his elbow, and glared at him angrily: "Hey, Isshiki, what the hell are you doing?"

Same color: "No."

Shiliang waved his hand: "You have been in contact with the fortune teller before us, and then leaked some of my affairs to the fortune teller, and the fortune teller pretended to understand it and talked to me."

Shiliang's arm was hanging on Isshiki's shoulder, and he narrowed his eyes dangerously: "Someone used similar tricks against me when I was studying abroad, so don't try to hide it from me."

One color is born: "..."

Because Isshiki once said that he liked Sera Masumi, and Sera Masumi made it clear that he did not believe that there is unscientific existence in this world, and the words of fortune tellers cannot be analyzed by psychology and micro-expressions alone, and things like It was clues such as previous experience, "the person around you who has been watching you" and so on, so a logical chain directly formed in Shiliang's head.

"What, what?" Yuanzi's facial features wrinkled together, "Isshiki and that fortune teller conspired to deceive us? So is the fortune teller fooling us with the information given by Isshiki?"

Her gaze towards Yise Xiangsheng was also dangerous.

"No, no, no." Shiliang immediately said good things to Isshiki, "I was just joking, Isshiki's character would not do such a thing... right?"

Yihui Xiangsheng nodded decisively.

"That's it." Yuanzi became happy again, "I'll just say... What are you planning, do you want the fortune teller to tell you that you are Shiliang's beloved... Uh, huh?" Yuanzi frowned, always feeling that she was neglecting What, thinking hard over there.

Xiao Lan blinked her eyes at Yise Xiangsheng.

Shiliang over there lowered his voice: "Let's not talk about that, Isshiki, is the disappearance case related to the fortune-teller?"

Yishixiangsheng: "I think you still don't believe me."

Shiliang was speechless, and answered as if nothing had happened: "Yes, it has something to do with her."

Sera tilted her head: "If you think so—"

The divination booth in the distance gradually became smaller until it was invisible.

Isshiki and Shiliang walked in front, and Sonoko at the back couldn't grasp the flash of inspiration, so he put aside his troubles of not being able to figure it out, and discussed the latest variety show with Xiaolan.

Xiaolan said that she likes Hayami Reika who is the most popular in the show, and the handsome guy is more attractive to Sonoko, but she thinks the amateur magician who just appeared on the show is also very interesting.

"Especially the finger magic. When I shook hands with Hayami when I first appeared on the stage, my hand fell off. I was so scared that I screamed out while watching TV. The atmosphere was too exciting." But Sonoko said it was a bit regretful, "But She should only stay for one episode! She is very good, but she is not very good at making jokes, Hayami is helping, and the style of painting is not the same as that of the program group."

"Is that so..." Xiaolan knew that Yuanzi's family invested a lot in that variety show, and Yuanzi knew a lot of inside information, so she was very sorry to hear the news.

"Xiao Lan, if you want to see her perform, just come to me!" Yuanzi recommended himself, "I made an agreement with her backstage that we will have a party tomorrow afternoon, and she will perform magic tricks for us!"

Knowing what Xiaolan was worried about, she quickly added: "Don't worry, there won't be as frightened as in the program group, they are all scripts, Ms. Yamada's magic talent will never let us down——Shiliang, Isshiki, you all come Well?"

Shiliang declined, and she also planned to investigate the matter of the fortune-teller to see if it had anything to do with the disappearance case.

Yise Xiangsheng said that he would continue to work that day, and he had no time, so he refused.

Although Yuanzi was disappointed, he didn't force it. He held Xiaolan's arm and continued to laugh and laugh until they parted.

Conan and his friends are doing extracurricular activities, so today only Yishisheng and Xiaolan are on the same road in the second half of the road. On the way to the detective office and the cafe, a junior high school student walked out of the corner with his head down and bumped into Yishisheng. fall.

Xiaolan hurried to help him, but was preempted by Yihuixiangsheng.

The one-hue student patted the dust off the junior high school student: "Sorry."

The other party shook his head and didn't care about it. He lowered his head and looked at the bouquet in his arms, and then heaved a sigh of relief, raised his chin, smiled and said some words of congratulations to the couple.

Xiaolan didn't know whether to laugh or cry to correct him, but she still bought two bunches of flowers, one for Yishi Xiangsheng and one for herself.

Yishixiangsheng teased the petals, and then heard Xiaolan laughing and teasing: "Do you like Shiliang?"

"I like it." Isshiki replied.

"..." Xiaolan's expression was subtle, and she changed her words decisively: "If no one sends it, you can also give it to Mr. Okiya. The flower language of these words is blessing."

"Then I'll give it to you." Yihui Xiangsheng handed out the flower, "I wish you and Xinyi a long life."

Xiaolan froze for a moment, her face blushed involuntarily.

"Thank you, thank you."

"You're welcome. But remember to stay away from that person in the future."

"?" Xiaolan was at a loss.

Yisexiangsheng didn't explain much, and sent Xiaolan downstairs, then opened the door of Poirot's Cafe and went in to work.

Xiaolan looked down at the flowers, then at Poirot Cafe, shook her head, and went upstairs to cook for Maori and Conan.

The shadow of the disappearance case is gradually fading. New cases are like waves covering the front waves, people's impressions are refreshed, and the missing person is no more shocking than the dead person after all, so this case has just fallen.

Until it erupts violently again.

One color is born: "..."

The same color: "..."

Suzuki Sonoko's hands were tied behind her back, and she was sitting opposite Isshiki, looking at Isshiki in embarrassment: "You, are you awake?"