Conan: The story that cats and wineries have to tell

"I finally called me once, and I was so perfunctory. Xiaolan forcibly suppressed her smile and shouted at the phone as she pretended to be angry.

"What's the solution, I still have a lot of cases around me. "The voice of Kudo, which Conan has been processed by a voice changer, came out of the phone.

Banxia secretly glanced at Uncle Maori, who was sleeping heavily, and stepped on his mobile phone to say two sentences.

"On April 21st, Qing

Conan pretended to call Xiaolan in Kudo's voice again, I think Xiaolan is about to hold back her laughter, it seems that she will urge Xiaolan to do more expression management in the future, otherwise it will not be fun if she is discovered by Conan. "

Dingdong-

" "Okay, okay, we're here, we'll talk next time." Xiaolan hung up the phone, looked at Conan who came out of the phone booth not far from the bottom of the building, and opened

the door of the office with a smile, "Hello, is there anything wrong with you?" "You are Mao Lilan?" Banxia turned his head to look at the door, he actually came to find Xiaolan? This voice has never been heard

before?" "Ah, yes, I am, do you have anything to do?" Xiaolan was also stunned, looking at the black and swarthy young man in front of him, carrying a long backpack, and looking like a high school student.

After receiving an affirmative answer, the young man squeezed into the room from Xiaolan's side, stretching out his head to look left and right, as if he was looking for something.

"Well, this... Sir, are you looking for something?" Xiaolan couldn't help but ask.

"I'm here to find Shinichi Kudo. As

soon as these words were spoken, Banxia subconsciously turned his head to look at the young man who was still looking around. Kudo was wearing a

baseball uniform. Black hats? No, they wore baseball caps. Black sunglasses? no, the face is clean and there is nothing superfluous. Not even the slightest murderous aura. Isn't it a person from the organization? But if it's not a person from the organization, how could he come here to find Kudo Shinichi?

Banxiahe's face was equally ugly, but Xiaolan, who was pretending to be calm, glanced at each other and shook his head slightly.

"Well, Kudo's family is in 2-chome 21 in Yonehanamachi, isn't it here?" Xiaolan finally calmed down and explained without changing her face.

"I've been there, no one.

"Then I don't know. "

I don't believe it, where is Shinichi Kudo!" the swarthy young man slapped his face on the table, full of momentum. But Banxia had clearly heard the creaking sound of Xiaolan's gradually clenched fists.

Goo....

Banxia swallowed, he could be sure that if this old brother who was suspected of being an organization member reacted strongly, Xiaolan's fist might not be able to contain it.

Thinking of this, Banxia silently jumped from the sofa to the table in front of Uncle Maori, planning to slap him awake whenever something was wrong, and make a two-on-one, after all, Uncle Maori was the first person in the university judo club that year. To deal with the evil way of the organization, there is no need to talk about the morality of the rivers and lakes, just the big guys are side by side.

But then again, such a loud slap on the table didn't wake up the uncle, and it was really a good sleep.

Just when Banxia was thinking wildly, a loud sneeze suddenly came from outside the door. At this moment, the two people in the room and one cat simultaneously focused their attention on Conan, who pushed open the door with a sneez.

Seeing Conan, Xiaolan's face changed slightly, and she pretended to walk in front of Conan naturally, "Really, isn't it possible that there is a cold now? Why do you and Shinichi both catch a cold." As he

spoke, he bent down and took out his handkerchief, and while carefully wiping away the snot for Conan, he concentrated most of his energy on the young man behind him, always keeping an eye on his movements. She only hoped that her casual misdirection would make the man think that Conan and Kudo were two people.

Similarly, as Xiaolan walked in front of Conan, Banxia kept staring at the young man's gaze hidden under the brim of his hat, but was surprised to find that the man didn't seem to care about Conan, just glanced at it simply, and cast his gaze elsewhere.

If it is the person who re-investigates by the organization, it must be because Shirley failed to cover up the specific situation of Kudo, and in this case, the investigator should clearly know that Kudo has become a child.

Just as Banxia was thinking, the swarthy young man turned to Xiaolan, who was faintly protecting Conan behind him, "You said Kudo also had a cold, since you don't know where Kudo Shinichi is, how do you know that he has a cold?"

Because she saw that Conan was making a call in a public phone booth, Xiaolan was not afraid of the ability to follow the phone on the other side.

"He's calling

?" "He calls sometimes, doesn't he?" Xiao Lan pulled Conan and kept the two separated with his body.

"Sure enough, people say you're a Kudo woman. Sure enough, it's true. The young man rubbed his chin and said in a serious voice.

"Huh?" "Huh?" "Meow?" (what the hell?)"

said in unison, and the two of them looked at the young man standing in the center of the room with the same bewildered eyes.

"Who said this kind of thing!" Xiao Lan said this sentence in some shame, and at the same time secretly glanced down at Conan with a shocked expression.

"Of course it's your good friend, Sonoko Suzuki. The young man shrugged, apparently pleased with the news he had received, "She said that Kudo didn't go to school and must have been hidden by you."

Banxia looked at the calm young man, then at Xiaolan's clenched fists, and at the smiling face that was forced, and silently mourned for the garden for three seconds in his heart. It seems that I will never be able to eat the high-grade dried fish that I bought in the garden anymore, which is a pity.

But the young man didn't care about Xiaolan's expression, but asked a little impatiently, "Tell me quickly, what did Kudo say when you called you." "

It's nothing, just tell me he's recently read an interesting mystery novel, and there's the big leagues. And then there's the stuff of my classmates at school. Xiao Lan stared at the dead fish and replied impatiently.

She was now almost certain that this person was not a member of the organization that poisoned Shinichi, but that didn't prevent her from wanting to use her fists to get close to others because of what she said just now. For example, his good sister, Sonoko Suzuki.

"What about yours, did he ask about you?" the young man's eyes suddenly sharpened, as if he had seen a falcon of a hare.

"When you say that, it seems that every time Shinichi is talking about his own business, he hasn't asked me anything at all. Thinking of this, Xiaolan once again secretly glared at Conan.

Hearing Xiaolan's answer, the young man walked past the two of them with a brisk step, rushed straight to the window, opened the window and looked down.

"What's wrong?" Uncle Maori, who was awakened by the loud sound of the window hitting the window frame, jerked his head up and looked around in a panic.

"Hey, what are you doing? Xiaolan looked at the glass window that was still trembling slightly, and looked at the young man who was still lying on the window and looking around with some annoyance.

The young man ignored Xiaolan's questioning, and said to himself, "Don't you think it's strange? Since he calls from time to time, he should at least ask about your current situation and show his concern, such as how you are doing, and so on." And there's only one reason he didn't ask you—" The young man straightened up and looked down at the crowded street below.

"That's where he's always around you. The young man slowly turned his head to look at Xiaolan's shocked expression, "I've been paying attention to you."

Hearing this, Xiaolan subconsciously turned her head to look at Conan, who was standing behind her and staring at the young man, and then looked at Banxia, who was squatting on the table and doubting her life.

Xiaolan's brief movements were caught in the eyes of the young man, which made him feel that some inspiration was hiding behind the thick curtains, waiting for him to reach out and pull it away.

"Hey, hey, who are you?" Mao joined the call halfway through and didn't understand anything. Uncle Li finally couldn't help it, slapped the table and put his face in front of the young man, and asked with an unhappy expression.

"Oh, I forgot to introduce myself, my name is Heiji Hattori, and like Shinichi Kudo, I'm also a high school detective. As he spoke, the young man took off his baseball cap, revealing a face as black as the back of his hand.

"Meow?(Are you the black charcoal essence?)"

Banxia couldn't help but complain, this level of skin, and the public security undercover agent named Amuro Toru I met before could be compared to him.

"High school students?" Xiaolan was surprised.

"Detective?" said Uncle Maori was startled.

"Uhh

"Little brother, it turns out that you have a cold. I've just got a good medicine. "Black charcoal, no, Hattori Heiji opened his backpack and pulled out a bottle that had been carefully wrapped in flannel.

"Speaking of which, I do seem to have heard that there is a high school detective in Kansai. Uncle Maori touched his chin thoughtfully.

Hattori poured the liquid from the bottle into the tea cup at hand and said, "That's right, I'm Shinichi Kudo and two people, one is Hattori in Kansai and the other is Kudo in Kanto. "

Meow (it's a sophomore in high school, so I'm not too shy.) Banxia pursed his lips, he felt embarrassed to hear it.

"People often compare us, but I haven't heard from him for a long time, he hasn't shown his face on TV news, and there are rumors that Shinichi Kudo is missing. Come, little brother, drink. Hattori handed the cup to Conan.

"In that case, then the one in Kanto now is my Maori Xiaowu..."

"So what, do you have anything to do with Shinichi?" Although it has been determined that this guy is not a member of that organization, Xiaolan still doesn't have a good face for him.

"It's not a big deal, I just want to meet him to confirm the rumors.

"Kanto is now my Maori Xiaowu..."

"I want to see, how is the guy

who compared me now" Hmm? Banxia sniffed, where did the aroma of wine come from? Banxia looked at the beer can at his feet and shook his head, no, it's not the smell of beer, but the aroma of liquor.

The direction in which the aroma came from was....

Banxia's gaze was fixed on the cup in Conan's hand.

"Meow... (Wouldn't it...)

But it turned out that there was no problem with Banxia's nose, and after taking a sip of a small half glass of liquor, Conan soon became unsteady on his feet and began to dance.

"Conan, what's wrong with you, Conan!" Xiaolan held Conan, who almost fell, looked at his flushed cheeks, and looked at Banxia for help, and after seeing him shake his head and say that there was nothing wrong, he looked at Conan again.

"Hey, hey, hiccups, Ran, hiccups, hey, hey, a lot of Ran" Conan burped and looked at Ran in front of him with a grin, almost drooling.

"You gave him something to drink. Xiaolan frowned and looked at Hattori Heiji.

"A Chinese wine called Bai Gan. Hattori tore off the flannel cloth that wrapped the bottle, revealing the red logo on the bottle, "The old man who sold me the wine also taught me about the various medicinal properties of this old white dry." Like what invigorates blood and dispels blood stasis, cures headaches and colds. As

he spoke, he tightened the cap and stuffed it into Uncle Maori's arms, "I won't leave until I see Kudo, and this bottle will be given to you as a gift."

"How can you make decisions for others like this, and besides, you want to eat and drink for so long with a bottle of liquor, are you kidding, right, Dad." Daddy?" Ran rolled her eyes, wanting to see Shinichi? Sorry, Shinichi didn't, only Conan.

Xiaolan looked at Uncle Maori, hoping that he could also say a few words, but what made her full of black lines was that Uncle Maori didn't hear her words at all, but was already holding the old white bottle and indulging in his own world, and from time to time let out obscene laughter of unknown meaning.

Bang -

With a heavy punch on the top of Uncle Maori's head, Xiaolan successfully snatched the bottle from Uncle Maori's arms, who had already fainted. Just as she opened her mouth to prepare to educate her father, an unfamiliar voice came from the door.

"I said, how long do you want me to ring the doorbell outside, is this how your detective agency receives guests, can you take some time to listen to my commission?" Standing in the doorway, the woman in the coat took off her sunglasses, revealing a slightly loose-skinned face.

"Well, this lady, may I ask you what commission do you have?" Uncle Maori instantly recovered from his stupor, stood up, welcomed her to the sofa and sat down, and sent Xiaolan downstairs to buy two cups of coffee at Poirot's Cafe.

"Are you sure Conan can really cure a cold after drinking Lao Baigan, why don't I look like it?"

"Of course it's useless, the black charcoal essence has been fooled, and Conan is now drinking too hard and getting drunk. It shouldn't be a big problem. Banxia showed Xiaolan the words he typed out in advance.

"That's fine. Xiaolan breathed a sigh of relief, and a bright smile appeared on her face.

By the time Xiaolan returned to the office with four cups of coffee, Uncle Maori had already read the papers.

"Give, yours. Xiaolan grimaced and gave Hattori a cup of coffee in her hand.

"Oh, thanks. Hattori took his coffee and sat down in Uncle Maori's swivel chair at the table.

Uncle Maori briefly looked at the document in his hand, "In other words, you want to investigate your son's girlfriend, Sachiko Katsuragi, right? Judging from the data, she is a perfect woman, may I ask if you are dissatisfied with her by investigating her?"

"No, it's just..."

Don't do it, I tell you, I'm not afraid of you, I just don't hit women. "

Who is he?" the client frowned as he looked at Heiji Hattori, who was being chased by Xiaolan everywhere.

"Ahaha, he's my friend's daughter, aah, I mean he's my daughter's friend. "