Conan: Live in the Maori Detective Agency at the beginning

call!

"We're back."

The three of them returned home, and all three of them had the same expression. However, each of them had a different reason. Kogoro Mori was sleeping soundly in his office chair.

Xingchen sat directly on the sofa. Guangyan told Xingchen all the way. If they hadn't been going back, Xingchen would probably have heard all kinds of stories about the famous Kudo Shinichi in the past.

Mao Lilan began to frown and mutter to herself with her hands on her hips: "By the way, what happened to Shinichi recently?"

"No one has contacted me yet."

"Hey, Sister Xiaolan, I also want to meet Brother Kudo Shinichi." Xingchen took the opportunity to add fuel to the fire, making the flame burning towards Conan more intense.

Conan opened his eyes wide, thinking to himself, Xingchen, you are such a bad guy. But in his heart, he was more certain that Xingchen didn't know his true identity.

Conan quickly explained: "I think Shinichi-nii-san is in trouble and can't get away from it."

"But normally, no matter what kind of incident he encounters, he will solve it immediately." A worried look appeared on Mao Lilan's face. Mao Lilan thought of an idea and thought: "Could it be that Shinichi..."

"Hey!" Conan thought that Mao Li Ran knew something.

"He was captured by men in black and poisoned to death?" Xingchen began to make up a story in a serious manner.

"Ah?!" Conan opened his eyes wide and looked at Xingchen in shock.

"Xiaochen, don't talk nonsense. Shinichi just called last week." Mao Lilan bent down and looked at Xingchen and said.

"Sorry, I saw the plot of the comic last night, hehe." Xingchen blinked and scratched his head embarrassedly.

"Huh." Conan breathed a sigh of relief, thinking Xingchen had guessed something. But the next words made Conan open his mouth wide.

"Well, there is only one possibility. Shinichi, his skills have regressed." Mao Lilan began to speak seriously.

This sentence instantly made Conan smile bitterly. At least he didn't really doubt him.

Ding Dong!

When Mouri Ran heard the doorbell, she opened the door, and a gift box fell out of the door with a crash. Conan, who was standing behind the door, dodged repeatedly and finally lost his balance and fell on his butt.

"It hurts." Conan thought to himself and sat on the ground with his eyes closed.

"I'm sorry, kid." The gifts were gone, and the man in the brown suit stood at the door, his face wrinkled a little. He looked very tired, and the word "worry" was written on his face.

The man frowned slightly, as if feeling embarrassed, bent down, stretched out his hand and spoke to Conan.

Hmm? Conan opened his eyes after hearing the man's words. There was a big hand in front of him. The faint scratches on the fingers were particularly obvious on the clean hand.

"Yeah, it's okay." Conan also stretched out his hand and was helped up by the man.

"Hmm, who is it?" The sound woke up the sleepy Kogoro Mouri, and he said in a low voice.

Uncle is open! Xingchen straightened his back and looked at Maori Kogoro, thinking that someone finally came again after such a long time.

"I'm so sorry." The man scratched his head, then took the initiative to put the gift aside and said.

"It's okay, you sit down first and I'll clean up the back." Mao Lilan was very happy. After all, after such a long time, another business finally came to her.

"Okay, okay." The man did not refuse, but said it embarrassedly as he felt he was bothering others.

"Would you like some tea?" Mao Lilan asked the man.

"No, no." The man sat where Xingchen used to sit. Xingchen had already left this seat and ran to the pile of gifts to check them out.

"Ahem, sir, is there anything I can help you with?" Kogoro Mouri adjusted his tie, coughed lightly, and sat opposite the man and spoke slowly.

"My name is Ogawa." Mr. Ogawa sat on the sofa with his feet together and his hands placed neatly on his thighs and said.

"Starting about two years ago, someone would send me toys and money every month." Mr. Ogawa began to talk about his experience.

Xingchen looked through the pile of toys by the door, ranging from robots to various dolls. But it seemed that the toy boxes had been opened, according to Mr. Xiaochuan's description. These toys were sent by others, but why were they all second-hand?

Is there any reason for this?

Xingchen touched the CD box containing the video game from under the pile of toys. The pattern on the box was a little blurry, but it could be barely seen that a warrior holding a sword was pointing the sword at a black and silver creature.

Xingchen opened the box and took out the silver disc. There were many traces of friction on the surface of the disc. Xingchen felt that he had seen it somewhere before and muttered, "I think I have seen it somewhere before."

Xingchen's fingers seemed to feel the bumps on the disc, and when he looked closely, he saw traces of knife carving on the disc. It wasn't obvious, but if that was the case, wouldn't the entire disc be scrapped?

Are there three letters engraved on it: t, o, o, r? It seems that the right half of the v was cut off before it could be engraved, or is it t, o, o, n?

Oh, he remembered, isn't this the disc in Dr. Agasa's collection? I heard it's out of print, someone out there is buying this disc for 1.5 million yen, someone actually engraved words on a disc that's so valuable.

Incomprehensible.

Xingchen put the disc back and saw Conan start to make undisguised inferences, as if he was afraid that people around him didn't know his true identity.

"Because, uncle should be a surgeon."

"Then, if it's a patient that uncle has helped, it's not surprising that he secretly gave gifts to them."

"Strange, did I say I was a surgeon?" Mr. Ogawa said puzzledly.

"Hmm? Uh!" Xingchen looked at Conan, seeing a familiar scene. Why do I have so many déjà vu today? It's strange. Could it be that the plot has been triggered again today? Conan's death physique has officially begun. The last thing happened yesterday, and it happened again today. It can't be that it has changed from once every three days to once a day.

It will become three times a day. Xingchen suddenly thought of this question. If the incident is just like a daily routine, it is too scary. The police must go out three times a day, and each time it is a major incident, either an explosion or a murder.

If one of the three cases results in a death, how many people will be left in the entire Beika Town?

Let’s put this question out of my mind for now. Xingchen doesn’t think it will happen so often, right?

As time passed since he came to Conan's world, he didn't remember most of the plots after Conan, and he couldn't even remember them without a sense of déjà vu. But what he remembered most clearly was that it was a rainy day when Haibara Ai appeared.

After a while, Conan finished explaining his reasoning.

"But, Conan, you are really awesome." Ran Mouri praised Conan.

"It's just one, exactly." As she spoke, Mao Lilan slowly stopped, she felt something was wrong. It was like a déjà vu, reminding her of the day at the amusement park.