Conan: Live in the Maori Detective Agency at the beginning

Whoosh~ The sound of wind and snow hitting the window, the flimsy roof of the wooden house was about to collapse under the weight of the heavy snow.

The cold wind blew in through the cracks in the window, and the fire next to it flickered as if it would go out at any moment.

A man wearing black clothes, half covering his face with only two eyes exposed, sat cross-legged on the bed. The cold wind did not make the man feel cold, but made him feel a little scared.

"So slow." The man's slightly hoarse voice sounded in the not-so-empty house, and the door opened. The wind and snow blew into the house mercilessly, causing the air temperature inside the house to drop by another degree.

A man wearing a black lapel jacket and a black knitted hat walked in. This man was Shuichi Akai. He was carrying a luggage bag in his hand, but it was unclear what was inside.

The man looked up and stared at Akai Shuichi who was standing at the door for a while, as if he had said everything in their hearts. Akai Shuichi casually threw the luggage bag in his hand to him.

After taking the luggage bag, the man put it on his back and talked to Akai Shuichi, preparing to leave the small wooden house on the snowy mountain.

"Lee, do you really have to do this?" Akai Shuichi turned his back to Lee and once again asked his former rival and friend the final question that hit home.

After all, there is still someone she needs Lee for.

After hearing this, Li stopped walking. The cold snowflakes hit his face fiercely, and the sound of the cold wind seemed to beat his heart again and again.

It reminded him of a beautiful back view, and he forced himself to smile sadly: "Then why did you come here?"

He turned and left, and at the same time, the stove next to Akai Shuichi was blown out by the cold wind blowing in from the door, leaving only the sound of the whistling wind.

Shuichi Akai fell into deep thought, looking at Li who was already moving away. The footprints on the snow were covered by snowflakes that fell again.

Knowing that he couldn't stop it, he could only say one thing.

“Good luck.”

. . . . . .

Ahhh~

It was so cold that Xingchen sat up in surprise. The lazy sunlight from the window fell on his body, and he felt a little warm. Xingchen drooped his eyes, which were still sleepy, and couldn't help but want to rub them.

Looking at the quilt that he kicked off, Xingchen felt so cold. He felt like he was sleeping in the snow. What kind of dream did he have?

We started out on the roadside, then onto a strange road, and I don’t remember what happened afterwards.

Then I looked at the tidied bed next to me. Hey, has Conan gone to school?

With a click, the door was opened. Xingchen rubbed his eyes and walked out barefoot, looking at the alarm clock hanging on the wall with the second hand moving.

Is it ten o'clock? Xingchen looked at the table and saw a stainless steel heat preservation box on it, and a bottle of milk next to it, with a thoughtful note on it.

It says: Xiaochen, remember to eat(*^_^*).

What's the food in there? Xingchen's first thought was, "Gurgle~". Xingchen touched his stomach which hadn't eaten all night. A normal person's first thought would be, "I'm hungry."

The second thought is what to eat.

But Xingchen didn't have such worries. He quickly went to the wash basin in the laundry and dressing room to wash up. It seemed that the last time he had breakfast was yesterday.

Xingchen couldn't help but think of the classic Japanese ramen, and wondered what Mao Lilan had made for him.

Xingchen sat cross-legged beside the table and opened the thermal box.

There are two layers in total. The upper layer contains miso soup, and the lower layer contains a small bowl of rice. The rice is sprinkled with some seaweed and sesame seeds, which is very Japanese style. There is an egg roll and a fried salmon in the grid next to it.

Xingchen touched the bottle of milk next to him and found it was cold as he expected.

You can tell it's not heated at all, or it's just been taken out of the refrigerator, but the food in the thermal box is hot.

Xingchen finished all the food in a flash, except for the bottle of ice milk. Xingchen looked at the lunch box without a grain of rice and licked his lips with relish.

He tidied up the lunch box on the table and put it in the sink.

He took out a small chair from somewhere and stood on tiptoe to put the ice milk back into the refrigerator. He didn't want to drink ice milk so early in the morning.

Back in the room, Xingchen stood on tiptoe, opened the closet, dragged out the box containing the clothes bought yesterday, and took out the winter clothes. He didn't know why it was quite hot yesterday but a little cold today.

After taking off the teddy bear pajamas and folding them away, Xingchen put on a blue padded jacket, a white long-sleeved shirt underneath, and a pair of blue jeans.

Looking in the mirror, I look a little more handsome and a little less childish.

This is much more comfortable. Xingchen looked at himself in the mirror and became a little narcissistic.

By the way, let’s go out and take a look. Xingchen suddenly thought of something and looked out the window. It’s okay anyway. Xingchen recalled last night’s dream again. He was on a street.

It seems to be called Takata Street. Kogoro Mori should have a map here, after all, he is a detective.

But Xingchen seemed to have seen the woman in white in the dream somewhere before, but he couldn't remember where she was for a while. He could only explore the only clue at present, Gaotian Street, put on his shoes, went out and closed the door in one go.

Then Xingchen walked to the second floor and looked at the door handle which was taller than him, so he could only stand on tiptoe to open the door.

Xingchen couldn't help but think of Conan's height, which seemed to be about the same as his. He wondered if Conan also opened the door by standing on tiptoe like him.

Xingchen didn't think much about it. The moment he entered the room, he saw Uncle Maori. He was supporting his face with one hand and staring at the TV with lifeless eyes. The volume was turned up quite loud.

Xingchen could tell that Uncle Maori was watching the horse race, and it was probably not the horse that Uncle Maori bought yet. That was why Uncle Maori was staring at the TV.

He tiptoed over carefully and looked at the table that was taller than him. The items on the table were placed in a disorderly manner and he couldn't help but complain. He saw that Kogoro Mouri was still watching TV and it seemed that he didn't notice him.

The plan was perfect: run away before Uncle Maori found out, and then come back before Xiaolan came back.

Xingchen squatted on the cabinet next to the TV, looking for the map.

Xingchen rolled up his sleeves and rummaged around in the cabinet like a puppy, mumbling, "Where's the map? Where's the map?"

It wouldn't be possible that such a big detective agency doesn't have a map? That's how Uncle Maori usually investigates cases. He wouldn't really rely on memory to find the area.

The second cabinet, the third cabinet, and finally the last cabinet was opened. Xingchen had almost given up hope. Was he going to stupidly ask Uncle Maori where the map was?

If asked, how would you explain it?

Hmm? Xingchen found a folded white paper next to a box and opened it to see the map he had worked so hard to find.

With a gleam in his eyes, he finally found the map, which was still covered with a thick layer of dust.

Dust off the map.

Xingchen wondered how long it had been since Uncle Maori had used a map, so he spread out the map.

There were maps of different areas one by one. Xingchen picked out the map of Beika Town and then folded the other maps and stuffed them back into the cabinet.

I glanced at Uncle Maori and saw he was still watching TV.

Xingchen picked up the map and hid it behind him, trying not to make any loud noise. Then he tiptoed towards the door and was about to walk out when a sound of someone slapping the table was heard.

Xingchen's whole body stiffened. Could it be that he was discovered?

Like a robot, he turned his head to look at Uncle Maori, only to see Uncle Maori standing on a chair and shouting, "Number 9, go, go quickly."

Phew, it turns out they are horse racing. Looks like it’s reached the final sprint stage.

Xingchen patted his chest and gently closed the door. In the end, he only heard a voice coming from behind the door: "Damn it!"

Xingchen leaned against the gate and heard Uncle Maori's sad cry. He thought to himself, it seems like I've lost.

He held the map behind him in front of him. Now it was time to look at the map. He looked at the map in his hand as he walked down the stairs.

"Let me see." Xingchen took the map and looked for the place in his dream.

"Yakita Station...Yakita Park...Plum Blossom Street. Aren't they in Yakita Town?" Xingchen muttered to himself. The map in his hand was quite large.

Still need to look carefully.

After a while, huh? I found it. It seems to be not far from Beika Town, but quite far from Kawashima Town.

If you want to take the Toudou Loop Line Tram, it even clearly indicates where to sit. This map is quite clear, uncle, Xingchen sighed from the bottom of his heart.

"Let's go." Xingchen put away the map and followed the route he just remembered.

Not far away, a snowflake slowly floated onto Xingchen's shoulder. He looked up at the sky and saw fluffy snowflakes falling from the sky. He said with a hint of surprise, "It's snowing."

He just felt his hands were a little cold, so he rubbed them, and then exhaled into his palms, with white hot air visible to the naked eye. He thought to himself, no wonder it was so cold when he got up today. Is this snowing?

That’s great. He had never seen snow in his previous life in the south, but now his eyes were full of excitement.

Xingchen used his hands to scoop up some snowflakes falling from the air. As he watched the snow in his hands melt due to his body temperature, he suddenly had an idea: he wanted to taste what snow tasted like.

Xingchen stuck out his tongue and caught a snowflake in the air.

Hmm, some ice has no taste.

Looking at the snow on the ground that has not yet piled up, I feel a little regretful. Building a snowman or something, the southerners' DNA of wanting to play with snow has awakened!

Not long after walking, Xingchen saw Teidan Primary School not far away. He took a look inside as he passed the door and saw the three little ones he met last night.

It’s probably time for the get out of class to end, Xingchen thought.

After passing Teitan Elementary School, they came to a street. When they saw an old man not far away asking for a newspaper and paying for it, Xingchen suddenly thought of a serious question.

Xingchen suddenly stopped and touched his coat pocket. It was empty, as if he had no money. How could he ride the tram like this?

Hiss, I feel a little unwilling. It is true that a penny can make a hero fall.

Xingchen folded the map and stuffed it into his pocket, muttering, "Forget it, forget it. I'll do it next time when I have more money."

On the way, Xingchen was thinking about where he could make money. Considering that he was still a child, it seemed that there was really no place to make money.

Xingchen walked on the road holding his head and sighed, "It's time to make some money." He traveled through time and space in the body of a child. It would be better if it was the real body that traveled through time and space. This is what Xingchen thought.

After walking for an unknown amount of time, Xingchen came to a narrow road, with classic single-family buildings on both sides. Xingchen saw the two characters "Kudo" on the house number and a familiar house.

This must be Kudo Shinichi’s home. Xingchen looked at the villa in front of him and thought it must be very expensive.

It seems that in my previous life, I saw someone on a forum or somewhere else assessing how much Kudo Shinichi's house cost. Was it 100,000, 1 million, or 10 million? I can't remember.

I can only say that the rich are evil. Anyway, where has he been? It seems like he has taken the wrong road.

Xingchen took out the map from his pocket, and when he did, a piece of paper fell out from the middle of the map. Xingchen thought to himself, what is this? I didn't notice that there was a piece of paper in the middle of the map. Xingchen was about to bend down to pick up the paper on the ground.

There was a loud bang, and dust filled the air. Xingchen was frightened and fell on his butt.

"It hurts." Xingchen touched his butt. What was making such a loud noise?

Xingchen looked carefully and saw that the wall of the house next door had been knocked down. A middle-aged man in a white coat was lying on the road in front of him, with a red magic machine on his back.

Xingchen thought to himself, hey, this is outrageous, even the wall was knocked down, that person must be dead or injured.

Xingchen took his small steps and quickly ran to the man. Judging from his white hair, he must be quite old. He squatted beside him and said, "Are you okay, old man?"

The man turned around after hearing this, his face also covered with dust. Xingchen couldn't help but shout after seeing his appearance: "Dr. Agasa?!"

Dr. Agasa pointed to his nose and said, "Little friend, do you know me?"

Xingchen thought, it’s over, it seems like I know him, but he doesn’t know me.

My brain was working instantly, thinking of a solution.

Yes, Xingchen said immediately: "It was Conan. Conan told me that there was a great scientist named Dr. Agasa in this place. When I was a child, oh no, my dream was to be a scientist, so I wanted to come and see it."

The more he talked, the less confident he became, because he didn't even believe the reason he made up.

"Oh, is that so." Dr. Agasa seemed not to hear the change in Xingchen's tone.

Dr. Agasa stood up as if nothing had happened, dusted himself off, then stroked his beard and thought to himself, Shinichi, this brat, he didn't tell me someone was looking for me, he must be so embarrassed now.

Xingchen looked at Dr. Agasa with a thoughtful look on his face and asked, "Are you okay, Dr. Agasa?"

"Ahaha, it's okay, it's just a minor injury." Dr. Agasa laughed off the fact that his experiment had failed, and then asked, "What's your name, kid?"

"Starry Night."