The Phantom Thief of Heart! But Conan

The joy brought to Conan by the interesting tour group of Sherlock Holmes fans ended before they even arrived at the hotel where the party was held.

Just as Karasawa had predicted, the "qualified Sherlock" selected by the organizer Hiroyuki Kanaya would hardly be anything close to normal.

Because Mouri Kogoro's answer was full of mistakes and he introduced Agatha's "No Survivor", the scene once fell out of control.

Naturally, there are many people who ridicule Mouri Kogoro. After all, people who can't even distinguish Conan Doyle's works are too conspicuous among this group of Sherlock Holmes fans.

Of course there are also those who take the opportunity to mock the organizer. After all, he was the one who boasted that his party in Haikou had been strictly screened and that only true fans could attend. In addition, his first edition of the collector's book "A Study in Scarlet" was not the first carrot hanging there. Once.

The party has been held for so long, but the book is still in his hand. This in itself will cause dissatisfaction among many participants, who think that he has no intention of giving the book away, but is just maliciously making things difficult for others and using the book as an excuse to divert attention.

There was no problem with this. Not only did Conan get a taste of it, he also heard that several participants in the party recognized the organizer's information.

However, after talking matter-of-factly, the topic began to develop in the direction of trying to displease Agatha, which made him unable to hold back any longer.

He is indeed a fan of Sherlock Holmes first, but at the same time he is also a lover of mystery novels. From Agatha's classics to the best-selling serial "Detective Zuofen", they are all his favorites.

"The Sherlock Holmes" is indeed a classic masterpiece in the field of mystery novels and detective novels. However, it was Conan Doyle who wrote the novel, not you. Why do you sound like a winner and use Sherlock Holmes to criticize other works?

Fortunately, the waiter who drove the car was obviously carefully selected by the organizer. She was a lively and cheerful girl who was good at adjusting the atmosphere.

After hearing the people in the car talking loudly about "Edgar Allan Poe is making a lot of noise" and "What an idiot Agatha is", she was able to maintain a bright smile and put the topic back on track that had gotten out of hand.

"It's not just these guests!" Ignoring Kogoro Mouri's complaints about this group of crazy fans, Iwai Hitomi selectively answered the second half of his sentence, "Do you have to stay with such a group of people for three days?" "Participate There were other half people at the event, and our boss personally drove to pick them up.”

"Isn't this great?" Conan grinned, trying to alleviate Mouri Kogoro's unhappiness, "It's fun when there are more people at a party!"

Mouri Kogoro rolled his eyes, turned his head and looked at the unkind eyes of this group of people: "Where is the fun... It's all your fault, you damn bastard, why do you give me the name for being so arrogant?"

Conan wore a big smile and listened to the group of people behind him starting to drag Edogawa into the water, praying in his heart.

Traveling with these people, maybe it was just bad luck, and those who happened to have problems were bumped into by them?

I hope the other half of the participants can be more or less normal.

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"Where is Belmod? How do I know?"

Tangze, who was sitting in the attic biting the end of his pen, rolled his eyes rudely as the person on the other side of the phone couldn't see his expression.

"Don't act like it's none of your business, Kumail. She got off the car that day and went to look for you. She didn't read the emails she sent in the next few days, and she didn't answer the phone calls." She responded to Karasawa's extremely innocent tone of surprise on the phone. , Ginjiu didn’t buy it.

Kumail has been with Bourbon for a long time, and he has learned nothing else but can't tell that his ability to intrigue has become more and more advanced.

If Kumail says what he believes, he will be tricked to death by this insidious boy sooner or later.

"Ah, if you're asking about what happened after we parted that day, it's true that she came to see me." Taking the syringe pen in his hand and turning it around twice, Tang Ze said casually, "I didn't even care about her taking the initiative without saying hello. You came to me to sow discord, why are you blaming me instead?"

"Sowing discord?"

"Yeah, he said something like, 'Teach you how to defeat Bourbon', 'When Bourbon comes to you for something, help me with a little help.'" Tangze curled his pen on his With the hair on his cheeks, his tone became more and more helpless and helpless, "Senior Bourbon and I get along happily and cooperate seamlessly. Doesn't it really violate the rules if she provokes us to fight among ourselves like this?"

This time not only Gin, but also Vodka, who was sitting on the other side and vaguely heard the conversation, frowned.

Kumail just talks nonsense, and his tone is so sincere that it's disgusting.

"Save those words for the disgusting bourbon. Shut up." Gin directly interrupted the other party's performance and said straight to the point, "After you two separated, did she behave in any strange way? Her hands There are things I gave her in there, so it’s very troublesome to lose contact suddenly.”

In fact, Karasawa, who had already guessed about Belmod's whereabouts, snorted nonchalantly: "We had a little unpleasantness, but after warning her, we said goodbye peacefully. At least for me She was in a normal state before leaving. You might as well try to contact her social identity 'Chrissy', she seems to have asked her assistant to pick her up."

After a few more useless questions, Gin, who failed to get any useful information from Karasawa, finally hung up the phone.

"What do you mean by keeping disgusting bourbon?" Putting down his phone, Karasawa looked back at Toru Amuro, who was sitting behind him like a supervisor, "Slander, this is pure slander. Aren't we cooperating enough?"

Toru Amuro, whose brows were furrowed, also looked at Karasawa in confusion.

The words are good, but the problem is that when you think about the previous operations that you did without telling yourself, why does it sound so awkward?

"Belmod is missing?" Pretending not to hear anything, Toru Amuro skipped the topic.

"No, she definitely didn't disappear. It should be said that Ginjiu couldn't find her." Tangze turned his pen again and looked at the row of mugshots in front of him again. He looked around and finally caught one of them. "I guess Belmod also has some thoughts of hiding something from the organization. Regarding her sowing discord and poaching, what I just said is the truth, right?"

Toru Amuro raised his eyebrows and rolled his eyes. Some rumors about Belmod's status and past in the organization, as well as the secret truths he investigated on his own, flashed in his mind.

Seeing him in deep thought, Tang Ze lowered the corner of his mouth, picked up the rows of photos of students with big heads in his hand, and continued to get entangled.

Of course Toru Amuro didn't come to chat with him for nothing.

Last time, what Hattori Heiji provided about the campus bullying that happened in Kyoto Senshin High School in his memory was inconsistent with his actual investigation results. After sorting out his information, Karasawa informed Amuro Toru of this information. .

Although he was busy catching jokers and troubleshooting various emergencies, Toru Amuro still attached great importance to the information fed back by Karasawa.

Today, he brought a thick stack of admission photos of Quanxin High School students to ask Tang Ze to circle the students in his memory who had actually practiced exclusion and bullying.

Tangze didn't really want to mobilize this part of his memory. Every time these intensely emotional memory fragments belonging to the original body would easily stir up his own emotions.

Karasawa didn't like this feeling of losing control, so he could only hesitantly recall one by one while holding the photos, trying to connect these flat faces with memories.

Seeing Karasawa gesticulating at the photos with an extremely troubled expression, Toru Amuro suddenly spoke up.

"You said before that your original dream was to be a policeman." Toru Amuro crossed his arms and changed into a slightly nervous sitting position, "Is that an excuse you used to comfort Mao Lilan, or is it a real idea that existed? "

I tripped halfway through writing. I wrote this chapter in the dark, relying on the RGB lights of my mobile phone and keyboard.

Thank you mirror75, it’s so awesome!

I hope the call comes soon, I'm going to pass out without air conditioning.