Chapter 95 Conan: Kumail...?
"Dad..." Mao Lilan silently helped Mao Li Kogoro adjust his tie and cuffs, "I have to attend a wedding today, and you drank so much last night."
" Do you have an adult's way of socializing?" Mouri Kogoro coughed guiltily, picked up the electric shaver he brought out, and started shaving his beard.
Conan sat in his seat speechlessly with his hands folded, looking boredly at Mount Fuji outside the window.
In the end, Karasawa still failed to set off to Kyoto with them, which was somewhat of a pity.
He has not forgotten the case Tangze entrusted to him.
Although I heard that Karasawa's supervisory officials are also investigating the case, since the case involves the issue of illegal police officers, Conan believes that it is not a good idea to start from within the police system. Once the slightest bit of information is leaked, it will be It will implicate Tang Ze.
I thought that this time I would go to Kyoto with Karasawa, even if he could only stay there for a short time. Having this excuse would be more convenient for him to move around for a while...
"Xiaolan You do too, why do you have to take this kid with you?" Mouri Kogoro glanced at the yawning kid unhappily, and protested, "Didn't Tang Ze also say that he can help us take care of him? Just leave him temporarily. Leave it to Karasawa, it's a lot of trouble to run so far with a child."
"Dad!" Mao Lilan tightened his tie, causing Maori Kogoro to take a breath, "This is too much. Well, Karasawa-san was originally living downstairs, and he was still a student himself!”
"Let go, let go!" Mouri Kogoro struggled out of breath.
What an unreliable man.
Conan looked at the mountains outside the window, took out his mobile phone, hesitated for a moment, but still did not send a notification email to joker.
Although they did promise to notify the other party if there is any news about the case, they only left Tokyo for a day due to personal matters this time. There is no difference whether they inform or not...
Think of it this way... Then, he clicked "Tangze" on the address bar and sent him a new email.
[Is there anything you need me to bring back for you, or do you need my help to check? I won't be active for long, but I'll try my best. 】
After typing and sending, the signal on the train that had already left for a while was very bad. It would take a while before sending and receiving a reply. Conan exited the email page and clicked on the file that joker sent him yesterday.
"Why are you still so careless?" Mao Lilan let go of Mao Li Kogoro, who was still a little drunk, with a worried tone.
Mouri Kogoro noticed her face, was stunned, and looked a little more serious: "Don't worry, Xiaolan, I am not an ordinary private detective. Your father and I used to be a very powerful detective. , you won’t get hurt easily, don’t worry.”
“I hope so.” She pouted and took out a small spray bottle from her bag, “This was given to me by Karasawa. , it is said to be an eau de toilette that can absorb odors, I think you will use it... Look at how considerate your neighbor is, and you still want to trouble him to help you take care of your children all day long.”
Conan, who had just read the beginning of the document, heard Tang Ze's name and glanced at Mao Lilan warily.
Why did Tang Zehao give Xiaolan something?
"That's true. Karasawa is indeed a nice guy. He even gave me several posters of Ms. Yoko." Mouri Kogoro, who had received several gifts from Karasawa, could only nod and admit. He reached out to take the perfume from Mao Lilan's hand, tried it, and said in surprise, "Is this the smell of ginseng? Ah, it smells pretty good."
Conan became even more alert.
How come Uncle Maori...he really has no idea about Xiaolan, right?
The King of Vinegar, who had a severe allergic reaction, immediately couldn't read the document anymore and quit, preparing to send another email to Tang Ze to test it out.
Finally, when I opened my mailbox at 1 o'clock, Tangze's reply had arrived.
【No, I don't have anything to take. You'd better stop running around Kyoto and pay attention to your safety. 】
Conan’s letter of questioning cannot be typed.
It seems that Karasawa is indeed such a person. He doesn’t care much about property and likes to give souvenirs to people around him... Yes, he himself has actually collected Karasawa, including mystery novels. A lot of things...
That's okay.
Conan coughed twice, pretending that he had never had random thoughts, and turned back to look at what joker gave him.
This is a popular science explanation of wine. After joker's screening, he listed and explained the wine name codes that the organization may use.
As a minor who has never had any contact with alcohol, he really needs such information to deepen his understanding, and joker told him that many members in the organization like to wear black clothes, just like...
… ...the same as the two men in black who passed by their seat just now?
Out of the corner of his eye, Conan caught a glimpse of the two of them, and his phone almost slipped out of his hand.
He raised his head and took a closer look, and his expression changed drastically.
Aren't these the two men in black that he bumped into at the amusement park and then attacked him?
He stared at the tall and thin man's waist-length silver hair, his hands trembling slightly.
It’s not wrong, he will never admit his mistake, it’s them!
Where are they going? Is there some evil mission to perform?
The two people walked to the other end of the carriage and sat down. Gin seemed to feel the strong gaze and frowned as he glanced around.
He quickly discovered the source of his gaze. It was a little boy staring at him. He wore big round glasses and looked no older than six or seven years old.
Gin raised his eyebrows, lifted his guard, and turned away indifferently.
Just a child.
Not to mention staring at him, he also encountered a naughty kid who dared to reach out and pull his hair... That's why he hates public transportation.
Some unpleasant memories flashed across his face. Gin made a faint "tsk" sound and took out his hand to look at his watch. When Gin looked back at him, Conan quickly lowered his head, put away his exposed hostility, firmly remembered their seats, and replayed their movements in his mind.
Among the two, the sturdy one who looks a bit like the unlucky Tequila who was killed by the explosion should be a subordinate. He has been carrying a black suitcase in his hand, a pair of The posture of a boy carrying a bag.
The silver-haired man looked down at his watch more than once, as if he was waiting for something...
Memorizing every detail, Conan did not dare to approach rashly. His direct gaze just now had attracted the other party's attention. It would be a bit too suspicious to approach them directly again.
Suddenly bumping into these two, this is a great opportunity. Maybe the drug that makes him smaller is on them now... He needs to calm down and find a suitable time...
After more than twenty minutes, the two stood up from their seats again and walked towards the other direction of the carriage one after the other.
Conan, who had been paying attention to their movements, immediately jumped down from his seat and said to Mao Lilan: "Sister Xiaolan, I want to go to the toilet!"
After that, without waiting for Mao Lilan Lan replied, and he chased in the direction of the two of them.
When he walked to their seats, Conan without hesitation tore off a piece of listening device from a button and slapped it on the armrest of their seats.
The train has not arrived at the station yet. No matter what they do, there is a high possibility of getting back to their position. There is no reason to let go of this excellent opportunity.
After applying the psoriasis patch, he took another step to keep up with them.
With the short legs of an elementary school student, it is indeed difficult to catch up with two tall adults without running at full speed. Conan only saw the trousers of the two people walking up the stairs, waiting for him After climbing to the second floor, they were no longer sure which compartment the two of them had gone to.
Damn, the child's body is really troublesome... let alone the culprit who made him become like this...
Conan stomped his feet angrily. Just as he was about to walk around the second floor to look for someone, Mao Lilan caught him by the collar.
“I knew you weren’t going to the toilet,” Mao Lilan put her hands on her hips and lifted his feet off the ground without politeness. “You just found an excuse to run around. Don’t let anyone Conan!"
"I'm sorry, Sister Xiaolan." Conan struggled for a while, trying to escape from her clutches, "I just want to come up and see the scenery, hey, I want to see Mount Fuji, I want to see the scenery. !"
Mao Lilan ruthlessly suppressed his resistance: "The same goes for me when I return to my seat. You will disturb other guests."
Look at yourself. Being carried downstairs, Conan felt more and more regretful that Karasawa couldn't come with them.
It would be so easy to track two men in black if Tang Ze was there to help him cover and give him an excuse...
He missed his friends more than he did now.
Having been humiliated and held directly in his hand, he returned to his seat. Under the siege of Kogoro Mouri "I just said he was troublesome" and Ran Mouri "be more obedient", Conan could only do what he did in his position. Okay, and pray that the two of them will return to this carriage and not waste this rare chance encounter today.
God, moved by his prayer, soon granted his wish.
After a while, the two people turned back and sat down where Conan had placed the bug.
What a great opportunity! Conan was excited, and immediately turned on his cell phone to adjust the receiver, and pressed the glasses leg. A small earphone stretched out from the end of the glasses leg, and the sound of the conversation between the two people was immediately transmitted to his ears.
"Ah, I can finally smoke." A rough male voice sighed, "Brother, this transaction went very smoothly!"
"Keep your voice down, vodka." Another said The magnetic male voice spoke in a low and cold tone, "You are too loud."
"As expected of Brother Gin, he is cautious when doing things, hahaha, it doesn't matter, even if someone hears you, you won't understand."< br>
"..." A long exhalation sound seemed to be suppressing anger.
Conan's hand holding the frame tightened.
Gin! Vodka!
The code name Tequila mentioned on the phone! It turned out to be the two of them!
"Isn't this transaction pretty easy?" Vodka said it didn't matter, but he still obeyed Gin's instructions and lowered his voice, "You can exchange a suitcase for 400 million. It's really a good deal. "Who gave this information?"
"Don't ask so much about the intelligence agents." There was a sound of lighter, and Gin also lit a cigarette, "Kumail's information has been confirmed." ”
"Well, the news has come back. What he said is true. His father's hands and feet are not clean, and the police have found traces."
"..." There was another long exhale. , I don’t know if he was blowing smoke, or if he was aroused to greater anger.
"Kumel...?" Conan repeated the word he mentioned in a low voice.
This is obviously talking about a person. From Vodka's answer, it refers to a male.
I just don’t know whether this name is a code name or a name. Is there any wine called this? Check it out later.
Taking note of the new findings for now, Conan continued to listen to the conversation on the other side with bated breath.
(End of this chapter)