[Conan] He is always on the front line of seeking death.

The next morning, Wang Ziyu turned over and lay down on the quilt, covering her face with all her strength, leaving only her fluffy hair and two red ear tips exposed.

sky! He fell asleep in the car last night, and Jingguang got out of the car and took him back to his room...

So embarrassing! What is this!

I'm not really a kid!

After a while, Wang Ziyu raised his face from the quilt, revealing a face that was red due to lack of oxygen.

Forget it, it’s just two men.

Thinking of Wang Ziyu lying back under the quilt again, she comforted herself in her heart.

He stayed on the bed for two minutes before going to the bathroom to wash up. It wasn't until the cold water hit his face that the heat on his face completely dissipated.

After stretching, he returned to his desk, pulled out his stool, and skillfully took out his books and notes and started to preview.

There were still more than ten minutes left before class started. Wang Ziyu looked away from the small clock and opened the screen panel to enter Weibo.

We all saw Death yesterday, so it’s probably another plot.

Then as soon as I came in, I saw the portrait I drew.

[Hahaha, this person’s portrait is not good either]

[Looks like a simple drawing of Officer Nesato]

[Is the painting team being lazy? ]

Wang Ziyu: "..."

By the way, why are there my simple drawing pictures in the anime? Will I still show up on the screen if I avoid everyone's attention? !

The author is too stupid!

Don’t even miss this!

Wang Ziyu tried his best to ignore the cheerful barrage above and continued to look down.

Saw myself again, in the middle of the second episode.

The arsonist perfectly dodged Conan's trash can, and then the anesthetic took effect, and the prisoner stumbled forward and lay on the ground.

Moreover, it was played in slow motion when he threw out the three needles, and then the scene shifted to the alley, leaving behind a mysterious black shadow.

[Xiao Hei: "???"]

Wang Ziyu: "..."

He believed everyone saw it.

"It's class, it's class, turn off your phone." Before Wang Ziyu finished watching the video, the teacher's figure suddenly appeared on the screen panel. The teacher casually swiped at the Weibo interface, and then the interface disappeared, revealing the lecture PPT again.

"I know." Wang Ziyu cleared his mind and focused on the teacher's explanation.

At this time, Wang Ziyu was concentrating on class and did not see what happened next.

That day, Haibara Ai and Conan stayed for a while after the incident, thinking about what Officer Takagi said in the car.

"It's very strange. In the morning, Officer Sato also said that Officer Asakawa was sick and asked for leave. Then he appeared around in the evening. Combined with the hypnotic needle that made the prisoner fall to the ground...it must be Ran under the surface of Officer Asakawa." Conan sat In the front seat of the car, I carefully considered the known information, and more and more information pointed to the identity of Officer Shikawa being actually another person.

Haihara Ai sat in the back seat and looked out the window. The glass of the car window reflected her much younger face.

When Officer Zhichuan showed up today, he paid a little attention to her, but there was no such dark atmosphere around her, so he was careless.

Ran probably wouldn't recognize her. After all, the two of them hadn't known each other for long, and that big thing happened... He didn't come back after it happened. He probably thought she was a member of the black organization.

Hui Yuarai gave a low laugh, leaned back on the chair, and hid in the shadow under the street lamp.

At ten o'clock in the morning, Officer Sato sent Conan and others off who had just finished taking notes. When he was about to leave, he saw Officer Bashikawa who was arranging the workbench and returning to work after taking a vacation.

"Mr. Yashikawa is here, let's take notes together first." Officer Sato walked over with a smile and said to the confused Officer Yashikawa.

"Wait a minute, Officer Sato." Officer Bashikawa quickly put down what he was doing and told Officer Sato his question, "Officer Takagi made a very strange phone call to me last night. You did the same today. What happened yesterday?" , I have been staying at home and don’t know many things.”

"Eh?" Everyone looked at Officer Zhichuan who said this in confusion.

"Didn't you rush into the fire scene alone last night and rescue the trapped Officer Takagi?"

"What? Are you kidding me? Why don't I know about this?"

The atmosphere froze for a moment, and the policemen thought of that guy at the same time.

"dye?!"

A few minutes later, Conan and others went back inside and took notes again.

Also learned more information.

"Yesterday's Officer Zhichuan was indeed pretended to be someone else, and it was most likely Ran. The information was sealed very tightly this time. It seems to be more important than I thought."

Conan was analyzing all the way, and suddenly remembered a piece of information he had missed before.

"An Asian with black hair when he appeared... Haiyuan said he was about twenty years old now, but the police judged him to be no more than twenty-five years old. An extremely talented young man, majoring in science..."

Conan was stunned when he thought of this.

"Wang Ziyu?"

"But didn't he go home not long ago? Did he still stay in Tokyo?"

Conan refuted himself for a while, "The police just thought that the person yesterday was probably Ran, but Ran hadn't gone to collect the bounty yet, so the identity of this person has never been determined."

A lot of distracting information!

Crazy Conan walked along the roadside. When he looked up, he found that he had reached the door of Wang Ziyu's house.

Conan: "..."

We're all here, let's investigate first.

"Ding dong~"

Wang Ziyu stretched his waist and heard the doorbell just after class.

Looking out from the window, the notes in Wang Ziyu's hand almost fell to the ground.

Why is it Conan again!

Then I hurriedly cleaned up the house, put away study materials, notes, and anesthesia needles...

As a result, Wang Ziyu, who had just packed his things, found that the two people had gone out. The bedroom door was unlocked, and he could vaguely see some things inside that were definitely not found in ordinary people's homes.

Wang Ziyu: "..."

After thinking for a while, Wang Ziyu changed into clothes ready to go out, took her things and came to the door, opened the door and looked at the gate.

"Eh? Conan, are you here again?" Wang Ziyu's calm voice was a little surprised.

"Yes, can I find your parents?" Conan smiled and came up with his own excuse.

Haha, how could I let you in?

Wang Ziyu also came up with his own words.

"No, they're not at home, and I have to go shopping."

"Then I'll go shopping with you, and I'll ask your adults when I get back."

"Then you can be the guide. It just so happens that I don't know what's around me."

In this way, Wang Ziyu completely kept Conan away from his lair today.

Wang Ziyu: Yeah!

I even got a free tour guide.

When the two of them were eating sweets and walking on the roadside, they suddenly saw Maori Lan on the opposite side, and then saw the carefree Suzuki Mariko waving to them, and then heard her shout.

"Conan, you and Tianyu are playing nearby too."

The sound passed through the crowd, causing many passers-by to turn their heads and look over.

It turned out to be two girls who came to the game arcade to play.

No fuss.

Take a look, and then the passers-by go their separate ways.

It's just that the three people except Suzuki Mariko are a little embarrassed.

Why does it feel like I sneaked out and was discovered when I wasn’t studying...

Thinking about it, Wang Ziyu turned to Conan and said, "Are you leaving?"

Not knowing what the game arcade was like in the past, Wang Ziyu took the lead in entering the arcade, as if visiting a museum.

When Conan followed, he was stunned when he saw Wang Ziyu's expression. He felt a little out of place with the people around him.

Ten minutes later, Conan felt extremely regretful and wanted to go out.

He stood helplessly next to Wang Tianyu, who turned his head and suppressed a smile. In front of him, Mao Lilan and Suzuki Mariko laughed at the spoofed photo post.

Mariko Suzuki patted Mao Lilan on the shoulder casually, "Don't worry, this is far from the school, no one will know us."

Wang Ziyu looked at it for a while, then took out another piece of candy from his clothes and ate it.

"You like sweets very much." Conan turned around and saw Wang Tianyu eating sweets again.

Wang Tianyu seems to like sweets very much. While walking today, Wang Tianyu carried at least six bags of candies of different flavors in a small satchel he carried with him.

"Don't tell Gu Jing." Wang Ziyu replied nonchalantly.

I loved sweets when I was a kid, but today I feel like I'm dying after eating them all day long, I'm so tired.

Wang Ziyu avoided looking and picked up the water bottle and took a sip with an expressionless expression.

Then throw the empty bottles and candy wrappers into the trash.

Not as delicious as the white rabbit.

"...Teacher Judy, who is here to teach English this semester, everyone has a good opinion of her."

"Only those stinky boys like her. If she has nothing to do, she can wear revealing clothes and come to school..."

"..."

"The school finally got an American English teacher. She should tell more jokes."

Wang Ziyu raised his head and glanced at the new character who appeared...

Americans, will they be the FBI?

Then they heard a very familiar and fluent English, and the Suzuki Mariko who just spoke almost stayed on the spot.

Wang Ziyu followed everyone's gaze and saw a blond foreigner in front of the game console, wearing the uniform of Didan High School.

"Teacher Judy, I didn't expect to see you here." Mao Lilan stared at the situation in front of her that was very different from the rigorous teacher in class. She didn't expect that the teacher played the game so well.

This is the teacher from the United States...the FBI, right?

Wang Ziyu analyzed it, and then directly mingled with the crowd and watched Judy's game operations.

The shooting action of that person when playing a shooting game is an action to remove excess recoil, which usually occurs in people who often fire real guns.

"You come to this game room every day after school?" Mao Lilan felt incredible. She didn't expect that Teacher Judy was more addicted to games than she thought.

"Yes, your game console is very beautiful and exciting..."

Wang Ziyu looked awkward as he listened to this strange Japanese, a mixture of English and Japanese.

"So anything imported from Japan...from the United States...is very popular."

Wang Ziyu struggled to understand the meaning of the sentence, but what did Japan import to the United States?

Before Wang Ziyu could fully understand, Judy quickly said, "...that's why I came here to be an English teacher."

"So you came here for a purpose?" Wang Ziyu said with a frown.

Conan and Judy were stunned and looked at the serious-looking child next to them.

The word purpose is used...

"Yes, because Japanese game consoles are really fun."

"Playing? What did you just say? I didn't understand a word."

"Ah, what I'm saying is..."

"Wait, what does the third word mean?"

The three of Mao Lilan, who looked at a loss, felt strange when they saw the sudden change in front of them.

Why do two English-speaking foreigners communicate in Japanese?

And what he said was stumbling, and the words of the donkey were not the same as the horse's mouth.

Finally, under Mao Lilan's reminder, the two communicated fluently in English.

Conan stood aside and looked at the two people thoughtfully. Was it really just because Wang Tianyu said this just because he didn't understand the meaning clearly?

In the noisy game hall, a beam of light shone on Conan's glasses. When he looked up, a white light flashed across his glasses, revealing a pair of calm eyes. Then he turned around and walked behind Mao Lilan.

There are too many disturbing messages now, and we still have to wait for Wang Tianyu to reveal some flaws. As expected, children are still good at making clichés.

No matter how much you pretend to be an adult, it's useless.