Chapter 272 Get along well and cooperate well
The joy brought to Conan by the interesting tour group of Sherlock Holmes fans ended before he arrived at the hotel where the party was held.
Just as Karasawa had predicted, the "qualified Sherlock Holmes" 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.
Of course, there are not a few people who mock 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. They 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 a diversion. excuse.
There is no problem with this. Conan not only had a mouthful of melon, but also heard information that several participants in the party recognized the organizer.
However, after he finished speaking matter-of-factly, the topic began to develop in the direction of teasing 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 in his heart good.
"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 mysteries" and "Agatha is such a beast", she could still maintain a bright smile and put the topic back on the topic that had gotten out of control.
“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, “I have to stay with such a group of people for three days. "Oh my god", "There were other half of the people attending the event, and our boss personally drove to pick them up."
"Isn't that great," Conan grinned, trying to alleviate Mouri Kogoro's unhappiness. , "Parties are more fun when there are more people!"
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.
Walking 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 Belmode? How do I know."
Sitting in the attic, Karasawa chewed the tail of his pen, and rolled his eyes rudely, relying on the fact that 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 and went to look for you that day. She didn't read the emails she sent or answer the phone in the next few days." Tang said on the phone. Ginjiu didn't buy Ze's extremely innocent tone of surprise.
Kumel and Bourbon have been together for a long time, and they have learned nothing else but their ability to deceive each other has become more and more advanced.
If Kumail believes what he says, 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. Why are you blaming me for coming to me to sow discord?"
"Sowing discord?" "Yes, saying something like 'teach you how to defeat Bourbon'. When Bourbon comes to see you for something, please do me a little favor." Tangze curled his hair hanging around his cheeks with a pen, and his tone became more helpless and helpless, "I have a good time with Bourbon-senpai. , the cooperation is perfect. Is it really illegal for her to provoke us to fight among ourselves?” His brows were tightened.
Kumail is just talking nonsense, his tone is so sincere and disgusting.
"Save such words for the disgusting bourbon. Shut up." Gin interrupted the other party's performance and said straight to the point, "After you two separated, did she behave strangely? Her hands There are things I gave her. It’s very troublesome to lose contact suddenly.”
In fact, Tang Ze, who had already made some guesses about Belmod’s whereabouts, snorted indifferently: “We are born. It was a little unpleasant, but after warning her, we said goodbye peacefully. At least she was in a normal state until I left. You might as well try to contact her social identity 'Chrissy', she seemed to be. She asked her assistant to pick her up."
After a few more useless questions, Ginjiu, 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 mobile phone, Karasawa looked back at Toru Amuro, who was sitting behind him like a supervisor, "Slander, this is pure slander, don't we cooperate enough? ?”
Toru Amuro, who was frowning, also looked at Karasawa in confusion.
The words are nice, 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. One of them was caught in the circle, "I guess Bellmod also has some small thoughts of wanting to hide things from the organization. Regarding her sowing discord and poaching, what I just said is the truth, right?" < br>
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.
Looking at him looking lost in thought, Tang Ze twitched 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 compiled this information. A piece of information was given to Toru Amuro.
Although he was busy catching joker 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 arouse 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 a tangled expression, Toru Amuro suddenly spoke.
"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 for you to comfort Mao Lilan, or is it An idea that actually existed? "
The switch tripped in the middle of writing. I wrote this chapter in the dark, relying on the RGB light of my mobile phone and keyboard.
Thank you mirror75, it’s so awesome!
I hope the call will come soon, I will pass out without air conditioning
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