Rebirth of Conan as a Detective

At the time of parting, everyone left the villa. Masaki Katagiri and the others stood beside the car parked in the yard in admiration, looking at the tall brick-red mansion behind them.

Since Gao Cheng solved the mystery of the case until now, several people still haven't recovered from the unimaginable criminal methods. It seems that this house has really received the curse of the mask, and the blood-stained mask has always been in everyone's heart. go.

As in the rumors, this is the mansion where the cursed mask lives...

Gao Cheng looked back at the castle-like building, and his eyes fell on the twin maids who were also about to move out. The two girls were holding hands, looking very pitiful in the cold wind.

"Hey, Xiao Ai." Gao Cheng called Hui Yuan who was not talking much beside him.

"what?"

"The store downstairs of the office is empty anyway, how about opening a maid coffee shop?"

"Huh?" Huiyuan was stunned.

...

A few more days passed in a blink of an eye, the year was approaching, the weather was getting colder, and even Gao Cheng accidentally caught a cold.

"It's so uncomfortable, uh cough cough cough."

On the third floor of the office, Gao Cheng was wearing a mask, his forehead was hot, and his deep bags under his eyes seemed to have not slept for several days.

Once sick, it’s hard to do anything, and you can’t even sleep. Obviously, Xiao Ai had another nightmare yesterday, so he didn’t sleep all night. He just listened to Xiao Ai’s exhalation...

What a tormenting day.

"Ah, my maid coffee shop has not completed the formalities... Cough cough."

"I do not want to get up.;

"I want to move."

"Uh cough, my mouth is dry..."

Getting up with a weak body, I drowsily poured myself a glass of water, only to find that snow was falling outside again.

Fortunately, there is no entrustment at this time, otherwise it would be really troublesome...

"Ding dong!" The doorbell suddenly came from downstairs.

"No way?" Gao Cheng turned his neck stiffly.

In the office on the second floor, Gao Cheng poured a glass of water and sat down on the sofa without much energy: "Sorry, you also saw that I just caught a cold. If there is something to entrust, I may have to wait for a few days."

"Uh……"

The new name, Xiang Baoli, sat on the opposite side of the sofa in a little embarrassment, looked at Gao Cheng with a sick face, and said, "I should be the one to apologize, did I bother you?"

"No, I'm bored too... Well, what's the matter? Cough," Gao Cheng pushed the teacup in front of Xiang Baoli, "Don't you want to drink it? This time it's really famous tea."

"Uh, it's really unnecessary."

Xiang Baoli looked at Gao Cheng with a dry smile and coughed again and again: "Actually, it's not a commission, but I just want to know about the cases that Detective Xia Chengto has solved."

"Cases I have solved?" Gao Cheng raised his eyebrows.

For so long, he didn't know how many cases he had encountered, most of which were taken from Uncle Maori...

"Um,

Xiang Baoli nodded, "I didn't want to bother Detective Kido so much, but Mr. Mori didn't seem to want to say it. ;

"..."

Gao Cheng rolled his eyes.

Of course, there are only a few cases that the uncle remembers, and he has already mentioned it countless times in the TV program.

"Because I'm serializing a new series of Zuowen characters recently," Xiang Baoli said distressedly, "but I just happened to have some stuck texts again, thinking about whether to suspend the publication for an issue to apologize to the readers, and then the editorial department said to learn from the case of Detective Kido Not bad……"

Gao Cheng's eyelids became heavier.

That stingy editorial department must have deliberately asked Xiang Baoli to come here by himself, so how could he have the nerve to collect money.

"Well," Xiangbaoli said embarrassedly, "I think I'd better ask Mr. Mori again, your cold seems to be really serious..."

A few hours later, the atmosphere in the office became more active.

"Eh? Is it true? There are times when Miss Xiangbaoli doesn't want to type?" Gao Cheng was taken aback.

"Yeah, I accidentally caught a cold when I was rushing to draft, and then I had to type. It's really hard to work when I'm sick," Xiang Baoli said with a chuckle, "So I can understand how Detective Kido feels right now."

"I thought it was easy for a novelist to make money." Gao Cheng subconsciously thought of Conan's father, a world-renowned writer of mystery novels.

Xiang Baoli looked at the time and said apologetically, "I should go too, thank you so much for today, Detective Kido, you are sick and still bothering you..."

"It's nothing, I feel better after a little exercise."

Gao Cheng looked out the window where the snow was still falling.

It's almost time for Xiao Ai to come back...

...

In Didan Elementary School, Hui Yuan walked out of the school with his schoolbag on his back, when the cell phone in his coat pocket suddenly rang.

After answering the phone, looking at Ayumi and the others who were playing around, Haibara smiled softly and said, "School is over, I'm going back to cook now, you should take some cold medicine and get some sleep first, big detective .”

Conan noticed Haibara who was answering the phone: "What's the matter? Did that Kido guy catch a cold?"

Haibara nodded: "Well, I've been feeling unwell since the morning. I've been lying in the office all day, and even I seem to be infected."

"Oh? That guy actually has a cold? I'll go and see him with you later."

"Aren't you afraid of catching a cold too?"

"It's so easy."

There was a layer of snow piled up on both sides of the street, and Ayumi and the others in front happily threw snowballs, and passed a familiar pedestrian bridge unknowingly.

The crow landed on the telephone pole, and the black cat in the alley stared at the side of the road, vaguely overlapping with the nightmare.

Huiyuan looked around suspiciously while walking, and the cold air gradually rose from behind, as if he saw countless crows flying among the blood red...

"This is?"

Passing the intersection, Huiyuan suddenly stopped in his tracks, and stared at a black Porsche in front of him with trembling eyes, as if he had been cast with a holding spell, his eyes were full of horror.

out, appeared...

Conan turned around suspiciously: "What's wrong with this black Porsche? Porsche 356a, it's an antique car from 50 years ago... I only saw it on TV and in books. I didn't expect anyone to drive this kind of car." .”

Seeing that the driver was not there, Conan leaned over the car window curiously and looked around.

"Gin," Huiyuan said with his head down, "Gin's favorite car is also like this."

...

"boom!"

On the third floor of the office, Gao Cheng fell asleep and opened his eyes in a daze. He stretched out his hand to get the water glass uncomfortable, but unexpectedly let the glass fall on the ground.

"Ah, why hasn't Xiao Ai come back yet?"

Gao Cheng looked at the time, then looked out of the window worriedly.

It's already past 6 o'clock, and it's already dark. Usually, dinner is ready by this time.

He was not in a hurry to eat, he had no appetite when he caught a cold, but he was afraid that something would happen to Xiao Ai.

These days, Xiao Ai has had several nightmares one after another, and there is always a hint of not wanting to implicate others in her words, which is really not reassuring...

"Ah... make another call... don't you think I'm long-winded... Uh, cough, cough, it's so uncomfortable. I chatted with Xiang Baoli for a long time, and it seems to be getting worse..."

"Xiao Ai, come back quickly!"

University Library Press, the editorial department received a call from Xinming Xiangbaoli: "Sorry, ahem, I seem to have caught a cold by accident, so let's take a rest."

"Oh, a cold..."

The editor was holding the phone in a daze, and it took him a long time to react: "Eh, eh? New teacher!"