Chapter 61 Karasawa’s mouth is a liar
“Mr. Amuro, do you have any wishes?”
Toru Amuro paused and looked at Karasawa with a puzzled face: "Huh? What kind of strange question is this?"
Tang Ze leaned his head closer and asked persistently: "So, is there any?"
"Everyone has a wish, right? Isn't this very Normal?" Toru Amuro said speechlessly, "Don't change the subject, I asked you first, what were you talking about with Conan this afternoon?"
Although Karasawa didn't go with him, because of the joker's appearance, poor Kazami Yuya followed the news for another day. Although it didn't need to be cleared one by one like dealing with information related to Karasawa, because of the large amount of property in the case Without a trace, the follow-up work of the Italian bandit group is still full of troubles.
Now that he sees Karasawa and Conan chatting together, Toru Amuro will instinctively be alert.
"We were just talking about the Mantian game conference." Tangze's mouth was like a liar. He started talking nonsense. "He said that joker might go to this conference. Talk to me seriously about how to protect classmate Maori. "
"Joker will go?" Toru Amuro frowned, remembering that Conan was the only person to face joker twice, and couldn't help but ask seriously, "He is. Did you find anything?"
Tangze shrugged: "It's just possible. Children are more active in thinking. He might just say this to make you agree to let me go."
Toru Amuro raised an eyebrow, not believing Karasawa's statement.
No matter where Conan's news comes from, let's tell Yuya Kazami first that we will arrange manpower for control tomorrow.
"Mr. Amuro, I answered your question, so what's your answer?" Karasawa persisted and leaned closer, "What is your wish?"
"You are Didn't you see some strange test on the Internet?" Toru Amuro shook his head.
But, wish...
He wiped his hands, cut ham and toast, and made a sandwich. Some fragmentary scenes flashed past his eyes so fast that he couldn't tell them apart.
Of course there are wishes. Dreams, reality, regrets and pain are all inevitable.
The life of triple-face gave him a multi-faceted and divided life, and also gave him more dreams and more regrets.
There was no expression on Toru Amuro's face, but a soft smile with some nostalgia: "My wish is world peace."
If there were no organizations, if there were not so much crime and hatred, His life would be completely different.
But Toru Amuro is not a person who likes fantasy. He never dared to forget the past, but he never dared to dwell on it. He must carry the past and set out for the future.
"What a great dream." Tangze observed his expression, examined it carefully, and then smiled, "It is not easy to have such a pure dream when you grow up."
Toru Amuro narrowed his eyes and realized that Karasawa was indeed a yin and yang person from Kyoto: "...I suspect that you are calling me naive."
"No, I really admire you. Oh." Tang Ze raised his hand innocently.
Toru Amuro glanced sideways at him and put the sandwich in front of him: "Shut up and eat."
After saying that, Toru Amuro turned around, picked up his phone, and started editing a new mission email for Yuya Kazami.
Karazawa picked up the sandwich and took a bite, and also picked up the phone.
What would be the power enough to cause trauma or become a wish for Fangtani Rei?
He is not remorseful, he is not sad, he draws forward thrust from suffering, then he——
Tang Ze began to type.
"Name: Rei Furuya
Location: Polo Cafe
Location: Cinema"
A female voice that he turned down very low came from the speaker of the mobile phone.
"The location is locked." Tang Ze smiled with squinted eyes, without clicking the button to navigate to another world, and turned off the screen again and put down the phone.
He always likes the feeling of getting a piece like this and fitting it perfectly into the puzzle. It's great.
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"Wow..." Tang Ze looked at the huge spray painting in front of him and shouted with no meaning.
The corner of Conan's mouth twitched: "Who is this handsome uncle? Is he even remotely related to Uncle Maori?"
Standing next to them, Suzuki Sonoko nodded in agreement and glanced unhappily at Mouri Kogoro, who was holding on to the door frame with a confused look on his face.
Mao Lilan sighed helplessly: "Dad, is it really okay for you to attend the press conference like this?"
Moori Kogoro, who was obviously hungover, said harshly: "I'm fine!"
“Didn’t you drink the hangover soup?” Tang Ze also sighed. From the first time he went to the Maori Office, he gave Mao Lilan his usual hangover soup recipe. If he took it honestly, There is no way I can't help but vomit like this.
"What kind of hangover soup should I drink? I only drank five or six cups... vomit..." Mouri Kogoro covered his mouth and retched.
"Yeah, I drank five or six glasses of gin, vodka and whiskey mixed together." Conan complained, "It's better to just drink one kind and drink a whole bottle without getting so drunk."
"Why do you like drinking so much?" Mao Lilan grumbled and complained, but handed him the bottled water, "Is the wine that good?"
Tang Ze felt guilty inexplicably, and his eyes drifted. He coughed and looked at the spray-painted promotional wall: ""Detective Detective Mouri Kogoro's Mystery Studio", it's awesome. "
Suzuki Sonoko glared at the handsome middle-aged detective printed on the top, and gasped in disapproval: "Didn't you say that it was produced by the uncle himself? Why is it so unrestored? ”
The promotional pictures are so handsome, but the real person looks like a drunkard in a trance. It’s a complete fraud, fraud!
"Okay, let's go in and store your things first." Tang Ze understood Yan Gou's anger and reached out to pat her shoulder. "There are more and more people. If you don't go in, you will have to wait in line for a long time."
Suzuki When Sonoko turned around and saw Tangze's face, her attitude immediately softened, and she secretly took half a step closer: "That's right. Store all your bags and everything. The venue is very big. Let's experience the game and walk around, carrying the bag." "I'm very tired."
Mao Lilan supported Maori Kogoro, who was in poor condition, and Conan followed Karasawa and Suzuki Sonoko with his hands in his pockets. The group merged into the crowd and lined up at the item storage area. middle.
"Is that Mr. Mori!" When he was about to queue up, Kogoro Mori was attracted by a shout and turned around, only to see a few young people wearing standard company suits and the same clips on their ties squeeze in. In the queue.
Mouri Kogoro thought he looked familiar, but couldn't name him for a while, so he nodded awkwardly and said: "You are..."
"My dear Nakajima, Nakajima Hideaki, your game is the project I am responsible for." Nakajima Hideaki smiled brightly.
"Oh, yes, I saw you at the planning meeting last time." Mouri Kogoro suddenly realized.
"Your number plate." Karasawa's commuter bag was stuffed into the locker. He moved his shoulders unaccustomedly and took the number 96 number plate.
"Nakajima, stop talking!" A slap was slapped directly from behind on Nakajima Hideaki, who was chatting happily with Mori Kogoro, and another social worker wearing glasses said anxiously, "No more It’s too late to set up the booth before entering. The event will start in twenty minutes.”
“Oh, sorry, sorry.” Nakajima Hideaki glanced at his colleagues unhappily, then turned around with a smile. "Mr. Mori, can you let us jump in line first? Please, if you don't come in, the president is about to arrive."
Mouri Kogoro looked at the other two people behind him who were sweating profusely, and gave up his position without paying much attention.
Three identical boxes were placed on the counter.
The service staff registered them one by one. Looking at the three identical bags, he kindly reminded: "Please match the number plate and don't make a mistake."
Several people looked at the three bags side by side.
The other people were just curious about the obviously wholesale bags, while Tang Ze's eyes were slightly respectful.
Appeared, the rice flower people's traditional craftsmanship, hand-made refined bombs, with sufficient firepower and loud noise, can blow up an eight-foot-old man to pieces and blast through the concrete of the bathroom. The size is only the size of a briefcase...
Tang Ze thinks the organization should consider recruiting the murderer in this case. This skill must go well with gin.
(End of this chapter)