Conan: Live in the Maori Detective Agency at the beginning

"What's there?" Mitsuhiko continued curiously.

"Where is there anything?" Yuantai repeated Mitsuhiko's words, as if life was a tape recorder.

"How can this be possible? It's very dangerous there." Conan refused. How could he let these three go together? There is a bomb there.

Xingchen thought about it carefully and felt that it would be better not to let them go.

"Young Detective Team, let's go!" Yuan Tai said, raising his hand.

"Hey!" Ayumi pushed Conan, but before Xingchen had a chance to speak, Mitsuhiko also pushed her away.

The group arrived at the second floor of Carriage No. 7. Walking in the aisle on the second floor of Carriage No. 7, Conan began to look around and observe what everyone had.

Conan thought to himself, who could be carrying the black box containing the bomb?

Xingchen was thinking about what Conan had just said to him, extracting keywords from it. Black box, information about gold and scenery. They were trading in the dining car on the first floor of carriage No. 7. So the trader had been to the dining car.

One, two, three and the fourth. They all had black suitcases, and they were men with scars on their faces wearing white suitcases, drinking drinks and looking at buns, with the black suitcases placed on top of the luggage compartment.

A white-haired old man holding a black box, wearing a brown suit and looking amiable.

The lady in the magenta business suit looks very relaxed while reading a newspaper. The same bag is placed on the small table, and the key black box is placed on the chair next to the lady, which looks very important to her.

The last person is a man wearing a gold Rolex on his wrist, a blue suit and black glasses. He is trading stocks with a laptop, and the black box is placed under the laptop.

Conan thought, in this case, he had to confirm them one by one.

"Xingchen, can you go and confirm these two people? I'll go and confirm the other two people." Conan pointed at the white-haired old man and the man in the white suit and said.

"Okay." Xingchen nodded.

Conan rushed forward first, and after he came to the man who was speculating in stocks and estimated the items around him, he began to say, "Can you let me play games, too?"

"This is not a toy." the man scolded.

"......" Xingchen, who was watching from the side, felt so embarrassed that his toes dug into the ground. Is it really possible to do this? It feels like being beaten is the least of the problem.

The three little ones thought that Conan must have his understanding behind his actions.

Forget it, Xingchen will first look at the two people he wants to confirm.

First, there was the man in the white suit, who looked fierce and evil. He didn't look like a good guy, but his suitcase was on the upper shelf. Conan said that this suitcase was very important to that man and shouldn't be placed on the upper luggage rack.

Instead, it should be where he can see it, or be held in his arms.

Xingchen turned to look at the white-haired old man, who was more suspicious. He kept holding the box and refused to let go. Why?

Xingchen still walked over, gently reached out and touched the old man and said, "Grandpa, have you been to the dining car just now?"

"Huh?!" The old man took off his headphones. He seemed to be hard of hearing. He looked towards Xingchen, following the source of the sound. The old man's small eyes suddenly widened, and he said at the same time, "What?!"

"Grandpa, have you been to the dining car just now?" Xingchen repeated.

The old man's cloudy eyes seemed to be filled with some emotion, and his voice trembled as he said, "Child, can you come closer so I can see."

"Huh?!" Xingchen was a little confused. Didn't he hear what he said? Why did he ask himself that?

But Xingchen still listened to the old man's words and took a step forward.

When the old man saw that his grandson looked so much like Xingchen, the more he looked, the more he exclaimed, "Similar, so similar." After looking for a long time, tears rolled down his eyes and finally flowed down.

"Child, I'm sorry for my loss of composure." The old man took out a handkerchief from his pocket and wiped his tears, because he knew that the dead cannot be resurrected, and he was just thinking of the person by the sight of the object.

"Are you okay, grandpa?" Xingchen asked worriedly. He thought to himself that the old man didn't look like someone who would buy gold information.

"I'm fine, kid. By the way, this is for you." The old man opened the black box he had been holding, revealing the simple contents inside. A photo, a brown suit, and a blue and white pendant. In the middle of the pendant was a piece of jade the size of a thumb, the color of mutton fat.

The old man carefully picked up the pendant and handed it to Xingchen.

Xingchen looked at the pendant in front of him. It looked very valuable. He hadn't done anything, so why did he give it to himself?

The old man seemed to see Xingchen's confusion and said, "Originally, this pendant was given to my grandson Xiaoliu. But, alas, man disposes, God disposes."

"My previous wish was for me to personally give this pendant to Xiaoliu, but now you look so much like my grandson. Giving it to you will be like giving it to my grandson. I hope you can help me realize this little wish."

The old man looked at Xingchen sincerely and said that he really hoped that the child in front of him could realize his little wish.

"This, um." Xingchen hesitated for a moment and decided to take the pendant. He took the pendant with both hands. Xingchen also decided to give the old man a small gift. He closed his eyes and smiled brightly: "Thank you, Grandpa."

"Okay, okay, okay." The old man saw Xingchen's happy expression, just like seeing his grandson's happy expression when he received his gift. Hot tears instantly flowed from his eyes.

After waiting for a while, the old man calmed down and said, "Child, what is your name?"

"Xingchen." Xingchen also felt that the old man had a different emotion towards him, so he told him his name.

"Xingchen, Xingchen. What a nice name." The old grandfather repeated Xingchen's name several times. Even the name was so similar to his grandson's.

It was discovered that the people standing behind Xingchen, including Mao Lilan and others, looked similar to him, but they were not the real ones.

Although he was a little reluctant, he still had to say goodbye. "Go, kid. Your friends are waiting for you." Xingchen looked back and saw that Conan had already finished his confirmation process. Even Mao Lilan had found this place and it was unknown how long she had been standing behind him.

"Thank you, Grandpa. I'm leaving first." Xingchen looked at the kind old man in front of him and really wished he was his grandson, but unfortunately he was not.

"Go, go." The old man watched Xingchen leave with them, packed the box with peace of mind, and then looked at the photo in the box. There were four words written on the back of the photo: Xingye Liuchen. Then he closed the box reluctantly and hugged it in his arms again.

On the way, Xingchen told them what had just happened.

"What a poor old man." Ayumi said as if she felt the same way.

"Yes, yes." Mitsuhiko and Genta also said in agreement.

"Xiaochen, please take good care of this pendant." Mao Lilan instructed.

"Yeah." Xingchen responded. He touched the pendant in his hand, with some subtle emotions in his heart.

When they returned to their original seats, Maori Kogoro was still sleeping soundly. Maori Ran did not let Conan sit by the window like in the animation, not allowing Conan to come out casually.

Maybe it wasn't too bad this time.

Conan secretly pulled Xingchen to an empty seat nearby and started exchanging information.