Conan: The Mechanic

The next afternoon, outside the second floor of the Maori Detective Agency.

"I'm Suzuki, is anyone here?" Suzuki Sonoko knocked on the door of the office.

"Come in." Maorilan's voice came from inside the room.

"Okay~" Sonoko pushed open the door, and saw Maurilan, Mauri Kogoro, Dr. Meguro, and the six little guys all sitting on chairs or sofas, holding snacks or reading books while watching she. "Ah, have you all arrived?"

"Uh..." The only person who responded to him was Chiyu, who subconsciously exclaimed and then held back.

But everyone has a ghostly expression on their faces.

"What's wrong?" Sonoko asked in confusion.

"Sonoko, your hair..." Maorilan pointed to Sonoko's hair and said.

Sonoko's brown hair with short ears has turned into curly hair!

"Ah, you mean I have permed curly hair?" Sonoko wrapped her hair around her fingers proudly. "Because I saw the effect of that little girl's natural roll is good, so I borrowed it~"

"..." Qianyu looked at Sonoko with a speechless expression on his face - that's why he was so surprised just now: Sonoko didn't feel like Sonoko instantly after changing his curly hair, but more like Qianyu imagined. The appearance of Shiho Miyano!

"That's right, right," Sonoko suddenly walked up to Conan with a smile and grabbed a piece of potato chips from the snack bag in his hand. "Give me a slice, I'm starving!"

All right. . . Now it feels like a garden again. . . very alike. . .

"Since everyone is here," Kogoro Mori stretched and stood up from the swivel chair. "Then let's go!"

. . .

As the sun went down, the van driven by Uncle Maori that carried everyone had already driven to the parking lot below the twin skyscrapers of Nishitama.

"The first project is about to start in ten minutes, and we are just in time." Sitting on the elevator, he said after leading their secretary Sawaguchi to glance at his watch.

"What project is that?" Kogoro Mori asked with his eyes closed (afraid of heights).

"I don't know that." Sawaguchi shook his head. "This small project planned by the chairman himself was not discussed with us."

During the conversation, the elevator has reached the 75th floor.

The elevator door opened, and the unfinished appearance of last weekend no longer existed, replaced by exquisite wallpapers, beautifully colored curtains, and a dazzling array of various types of delicate ingredients placed on a large number of long tables.

"A sports car?" At this moment, Ma Lilan's exclamation made them all look in the direction Ma Lilan pointed.

It was a red roadster.

"What kind of car is that?" Mitsuhiko asked.

Everyone was silent.

"Huh?" Mitsuhiko looked at Conan and Qianyu in amazement. "Doesn't anyone know?"

"I don't know." Conan shook his head.

"..." Qianyu shrugged and spread her hands.

"It looks like a Ford sports car," Sonoko folded his arms and looked confused. "But I don't remember a Ford sports car that was so sleek and angular."

"MustangGTconvertible," came a familiar voice from behind them. "This is the new Ford fourth-generation Mustang convertible. Miss Suzuki, you don't think it's normal that this is not a normal Ford sports car, because this generation of Ford Mustang is like that."

"!" Qianyu turned her head and looked at the person behind her.

Hoshino Kaede stood behind them and looked at him with a smile. "ご 該話よう (a greeting word from the Catholic word neta in Japanese, which means Gui'an

"This car is actually a special offering, and its performance is much better than the real fourth-generation Ford Mustang," Hoshino Kaede came to Chiba and the other little guys, crouched down and whispered. "According to Ms. Tokiwa herself, this sports car symbolizes the spirit of the Tokiwa Consortium - the expression of extraordinary power under the ordinary appearance, and it is this creed that encourages the Tokiwa family to develop into the chaebol of today. "

"Special offering..." Chiba's mouth twitched, because the word reminded him of the Diablo SE30 JotaBeta that Yukiko Kudo drove before. "May I ask, what level of power does this car have?"

"It is said that he can run 100 kilometers in 4.5 seconds under normal shifting conditions," Hoshino Kaede shrugged. "The reason why the limit level has not been tested is said to be requested by Miss Tokiwa herself. She believes that the car of the Tokiwa Consortium is like the Tokiwa Consortium and cannot be cheated in that way."

"That way?" Yuan Tai asked curiously. "what is that?"

"An acceleration method that destroys the vehicle very much in order to speed up to 100 kilometers," Chiba explained. "If you try a few more times, you may even scrap a new car."

At this moment, the scene suddenly became commotion.

"Welcome everyone to take the time to come to the opening ceremony of the Tokiwa Foundation's twin-tower skyscraper," Mio Tokiwa had put on an exquisite evening dress and stood on the newly installed stage. "Considering that everyone must be a little tired from making time to come here, I would like to organize a leisure activity here - play a small game with everyone."

"This game is taken from the name of my late father 'Tokiwa Kinsei', and considering that today is the 30th anniversary of the Tokiwa Foundation, I want to let everyone play a game of guessing the time here~www.NovelMTL.com ~ That's 'Guess for Thirty Seconds'."

"Wait a minute," Qianyu suddenly thought of something. "Is that sports car..."

"Guests who guess right in 30 seconds or the closest to 30 seconds can bring the modified Ford Mustang next to them back to their doorstep!" Mio Tokiwa's next words proved Chiba's guess.

If you think about it this way, this car is just an ordinary car on the surface, but the core is a car with advanced configuration. If it is a gift, it is perfect!

Just now Hoshino Kaede said with emotion that besides Chiba and the others, almost all of them are people who have a good relationship with Tokiwa Mio or partners of the Tokiwa Foundation. Although these people are rich and poor, but everyone has a need for this car.

Rich people can use this car to create a close-to-the-people image, or they can use this unremarkable car to travel in small clothes. And people with average living standards can get a good car that doesn't stand out from the crowd, but performs very well. (Although it is debatable whether this group can afford such an excellent core, this group of people is basically a close friend of Tokiwa Mio, and it is impossible for Tokiwa Mio not to give personal favors in this regard.)

"Little boy," At this moment, several staff members had already walked into the crowd to collect everyone's watches, and one of them walked up to Qianyu. "Are you going to play this game?"

"No." Qianyu shook his head quickly—as a "commoner" who had no idea why he was invited, he had no intention of making a splash at a place where the participants were all core figures in the industry or close friends of Tokiwa.

Say it. . .

Qianyu looked at Yuan Tai and the others who were putting the watch in the basket.

If they guessed right, it would be interesting. . .