Conan: Live in the Maori Detective Agency at the beginning

"Well, we have to go to Dr. Agasa tomorrow." Conan muttered. He felt that the current equipment was not enough sometimes. He went to Dr. Agasa and talked to him about upgrading the equipment.

"By the way, the person I pursued at the end was wearing a white coat and had short brown curly hair. Do you have any impression of this person?" Xingchen asked.

"A man wearing a white coat and with brown hair." Conan had no impression of having seen this person. It would be great if there was someone who could provide him with information about the Black Organization.

"Looking at the back, she looks like a woman." Xingchen said after recalling.

What Xingchen hadn't mentioned yet was that figure. Now that I think about it, I seem to have seen him somewhere before, in a white coat and with short brown curly hair.

In the dream? Isn't that a woman with long brown hair? Xingchen thought. It would be nice if I could see the face of the woman in the dream and the face of the person who escaped from Kudo Shin's family.

He can be compared with just a back view.

Maybe he had the memory of his previous life, but it would be too difficult for him to remember it. He was just a child who relied on the reminder of the golden finger and had a little reasoning ability.

"Oh, I don't want to think about it anymore. Let's sleep. It's comfortable." Xingchen said as he lay down on the bed and closed his eyes.

"Uh, you've given up already?" Conan complained, his head was black. Xingchen's reasoning was still easy to talk about, but he didn't know where to start complaining about life. If he could write it down, he could fill up three A4 sheets of paper.

After a while, Xingchen suddenly opened his eyes, sat up and said, "That's right."

Conan thought to himself, could you please not be so jumpy? It's really scary.

"Have you remembered something?" Conan looked at Xingchen who sat up again and thought he remembered something, so he asked.

Xingchen opened the closet door, took out his treasure box, took out a piece of white paper and said, "Here, I found this at your house. It was pressed together with the note written by Sister Xiaolan and the photo of you and Sister Xiaolan."

It felt a bit strange what he said, never mind, maybe I'm used to it. Xingchen thought, after all, I've always called her Sister Xiaolan, so it would be strange to ask him to change his name.

"Blank paper?"

Conan took the white paper and asked in confusion, "Why did Lan put a piece of white paper there? Are you waiting for me to come back and leave her a message?" It felt like an ordinary piece of white paper.

In other words, you need to use a specific method to see the words on this piece of white paper.

"I didn't expect your house to be so clean. At first I thought your house was like a garbage dump." Xingchen sat cross-legged next to him, supporting his face and watching Conan who was still thinking with a white paper in his hand, and said.

When Conan heard Xingchen's words, he suddenly thought, "Come to think of it, I haven't been back for a long time."

It seems that it was Ran who cleaned the house for me. Conan suddenly remembered that a few days ago, Ran Mouri told him that she had agreed to go to Shin's house to clean.

I'll go back tomorrow to find out what happened in Xingchen this time.

"Chen, come back with me tomorrow and investigate." After thinking about it, Conans still felt a little worried and said.

"Okay." Xingchen happened to have to give a statement tomorrow.

"correct."

"I solved your black-clad man problem this time, isn't that a gesture of gratitude?" Xingchen Fly rubbed his hands. He was poor, with only 20 yen pocket money given by Mao Lilan every day. Today, he spent one fifth of his small treasury, and more than yuan was gone.

I also bought some comics, which all cost money!

Conan covered his forehead with his hands as he heard this.

He felt helpless inside, always feeling that he did not get a capable assistant, but rather he hired an assistant with money.

Conan put down the white paper, crossed his arms and said helplessly: "Hey, I'll take you to eat dessert tomorrow."

Whoosh~

"Good night~." Xingchen said contentedly as he crawled into his bed. He felt that he couldn't squeeze out much oil and water for the time being, so he would squeeze it out next time. He still knew a little about sustainable development.

Only Conan was left standing there disheveled in the wind, sighing inwardly, this is also good, it's easy to be satisfied.

Conan picked up the paper again. He just had an idea. For example, invisible ink, most of them are inks that can show words when exposed to heat.

Thinking of this, Conan opened the door and went to the kitchen.

Kogoro Mouri was lying in the living room, and several of the empty beer cans on the table had been poured out.

He supported his head with one hand and watched TV, looking a little depressed.

Unfortunately, when Xiaolan returned to the bedroom, she handed Maori Kogoro the wine and said, "Dad, drink in moderation. There are only a few bottles left, and there will be no more."

"Well, what is the kid doing again?" Maori Kogoro glanced at him and ignored him. Looking at the last sip of beer in his beer bottle, he began to worry.

In the kitchen, Conan took a small stool, turned on the stove, put the white paper on it to roast, and tried to stay away from the stove.

The heat is enough.

If he was not mistaken, the paper would reveal its original form.

After a while, the words on the characters slowly emerged.

The above words are displayed.

Written in pure Chinese characters, I miss you.

Conan looked at the handwriting and found that the sentence was written entirely in Chinese characters. Lan would definitely not write it like this, so it could only be the note left by the escaped man in black.

Why did she leave this sentence, and in Chinese?

It’s unknown.

......

Inside a twenty-story shop, the neon sign outside was dim.

This is inside but not open for business. Its business hours are from 9 am to 5 pm, but it is a bar.

The bar was supposed to be closed at this time.

It was unexpectedly open tonight, and the bar was filled with dim lights.

At the bar, a bartender is wiping wine glasses to greet the arriving guests.

The door of the bar was opened, and a tall, thin man in black clothes walked in. His eyes showed indifference to all life, and his cold temperament made people feel that they should stay away from him.

The next person to come was a fat man in black clothes, with a fat face that looked a bit fierce. Although he didn't look as imposing as the previous one, he couldn't be underestimated.

They were Vodka and Gin. They came over and sat at the bar.

Gin picked up a cigarette and put it to his lips, then took out a retro lighter and lit it.

"Excuse me, what can I do for you?" the bartender looked up and asked. He looked like a man who had experienced a lot.

"Margarita," Gin whispered.

"Peach Sangria" Vodka is a dessert wine.

"Please wait a moment." The bartender took out a letter from under the table and handed it over.