Conan: Live in the Maori Detective Agency at the beginning

"What, the kid is missing." said the Dark Night Baron.

Edogawa Fumiyo spread his hands and said, "Yeah, he was gone when I woke up."

The noise woke up Conan who was hiding downstairs.

It’s just so uncomfortable to stay in this space down there.

"He must have escaped through the window." Then Edogawa Fumiyo pointed to the window and said.

Okay, everything went as he expected. Conan thought after hearing this.

"Damn it." The Dark Night Baron ran to the window and looked down. However, there were no footprints on the snow, which made him suspicious.

"He must have used the snow to jump down from here." Edogawa Fumiyo also looked out the window and said. "He can't escape."

Edogawa Fumiyo, who was about to go out to find Conan, just walked out of the door and saw the Dark Night Baron standing there motionless.

He looked at the wet blanket on the ground and the wine bottle on it and fell into deep thought.

"What are you doing? Go find that kid quickly." Edogawa Fumiyo turned his head and asked.

"Wait a minute, the kid is still in the room." said the Dark Night Baron.

These words made Conan hug himself, his eyes widened and his heart pounding.

"What did you say!" Edogawa Fumiyo said in shock, "The person was still in the house, how come I didn't know."

"He made us think he had escaped, but he was actually waiting here for us to leave."

Then he turned and looked towards the refrigerator.

"a ha ha ha."

The Dark Night Baron casually opened his black cloak, took out a pistol from his pocket, and then opened the refrigerator with his hands.

"Right here, Xine!" he said, pointing the gun into the refrigerator.

But there was nothing inside.

Edogawa Fumiyo crossed his arms and said coldly: "What's going on? I think you are mistaken."

"Humph, that kid has nowhere to go anyway. Tell Yin Yang that we should go trade first." The Dark Night Baron didn't feel embarrassed at all, and then put away the pistol. His tone was nonchalant, as if everything was under control.

"We'll find him out after the deal is done."

The two then left the place.

After hearing the door close, Conan waited for a while in the kitchen cellar and lifted the board.

He leaned against the floor and said, "I thought I was dead."

Downstairs, Xingchen hid in the corner of the house, secretly watching them as they came down and drove away.

He tiptoed into the door of the house again.

Xingchen walked to the second floor and slowly opened the door, trying not to make any noise. He saw Conan searching around in the living room.

Until now, Conan was lying under the sofa, looking for something.

Xingchen slowed down his pace, tiptoed behind Conan, and spoke softly.

"Conan!"

"Ah!" Conan was so scared that he immediately got out of the sofa, but he didn't control the distance well and his head hit the top of the sofa. A fist-sized bump appeared. Xingchen looked at the bump, curious about how it was made.

Finished, they come back.

Conan leaned against the sofa with his head covered, and when he opened his eyes he saw Xingchen and thought.

"Is this your home?" Xingchen looked as if he knew nothing. He looked around curiously and asked.

"You, huh?" Conan swallowed back the words he was about to say, and then he was stunned. What was going on? Didn't Chen know about this?

Could it be that he was the one who informed the organization of his identity?

He thought of this possibility.

"How did you find this place?" Conan asked tentatively.

"This." Xingchen took out the Conan tracker that Professor Agasa had given him from his pocket and said.

"It was the tracker that Dr. Agasa gave me before. After I heard that you were picked up by your mother, I tried to locate you. I wondered if you were very close to us. I never thought that I could actually find you."

Xingchen told Conan a story about why he came here.

Now he had to tell Conan everything without reservation and try his best to make Conan believe him.

The tracker that the doctor gave me before?

And you are tracking me specifically?

When did the doctor give it to me? He didn’t even tell me. Conan complained in his heart for a while.

Then he felt relieved because Xingchen was here. With Xingchen's elusive dart skills, he would definitely be able to help him.

Only then did Conan let down his guard and told Xingchen what had happened.

"I see, this is the organization you were talking about, right?" Xingchen said seriously, with his hands on Conan's shoulders.

"So what are you going to do now? Should we go to Dr. Agasa's house to hide out? Or should we look for another place? Although I don't have much money with me right now, I can still find a place to live."

Xingchen even took out his own treasured piggy bank, which made Conan believe what Xingchen said even more.

"Not for now. The more urgent situation is to find a way to get the medicine they brought."

"But I've just looked around, and the drugs are not in this house."

"They should have taken the medicine with them when they went out. I just looked here and couldn't find any clues." Conan shook his head. Xingchen's attitude made Conan believe it more.

"The main thing now is to find them. After we find them, we can get the medicine they carry with them. After Dr. Agasa cracks the composition of the medicine, I can change back." Conan remembered that there were still a lot of papers in the trash can.

He poured out all the paper in the trash can and lay on the ground searching.

"But where can we find them?" Xingchen also accompanied Conan to look for clues nearby.

"Not sure." Conan said. Using his detective's sixth sense, he knew there must be clues nearby.

"Wait, what's wrong with this newspaper? Why is it full of holes?" Conan saw a piece of newspaper among a pile of paper balls and felt it was very strange. He unfolded it and looked at it and said.

"Could it be that their way of communicating with traders is to cut out lead type from newspapers and paste them together into a letter?"

This reminded Conan of the letter sent by Asai Narimi from Tsukikage Island. Was it a method?

He looked at the words that were cut out, "rice", "big", "store", "flower"

After rearranging the order, it becomes the Rice Flower Hotel.

We don’t know yet exactly where in the hotel it is.

"Conan, this calendar is also very strange. It seems to have a hole cut in it, and the corresponding number should be thirty." Xingchen also began to give Conan clues at this time, and he pointed to the calendar above and said.

"Thirty, I see. They trade at thirty at the Rice Flower Hotel."

"That's right, let's go there now." Conan said very confidently.

Looking at Conan's leaving back, Xingchen's lips curled up slightly.

I thought, I’ve taken the bait.