Conan: Begins to collaborate with Miss Bayonetta and become famous

"Ask about the fire, what does it have to do with me?"

Lao Zhan put on his coat and walked to the door.

Mao Li reminded: "Yes, you can't pretend you don't know."

Mao Lijiang picked up his phone and waved it in front of Lao Zhan: "I have just confirmed the details of the incident with the police in Shizuoka Prefecture."

"Your name appeared among the people rescued."

"That's right, former Self-Defense Force officer, Mr. James." Maori made a greasy and cute wiink gesture.

Lao Zhan was at a loss for a moment: "............"

He raised his finger and said, “The scar on my cheek was also caused by the fire.”

"But I'm not trying to hide this scar."

"That's right!" Maori raised a finger.

"When I first saw you, were you carrying something on your shoulders?"

"That bag won't contain..."

Mao Li craned his neck forward and asked, "Is there a prop that can be used to create a secret room?"

"That's just an ordinary bamboo sword." Lao Zhan took down the bag hanging on the wall.

He opened the bag, pulled out the sword, and showed it to everyone: "Look, there is indeed only a bamboo sword in the bag."

"Because I have made an appointment with my friend in Nagoya to spar with him in swordsmanship."

"If you have nothing else to do——"

"Well, uncle." Conan interrupted Lao Zhan and pulled his trouser leg.

The childish voice said: "Can you try running in the corridor for a while?"

Baijiu half-closed his eyes in thought.

What the hell is Conan up to?

Shiliang asked in confusion: "Why do you want to run around? Have you come up with any unique ideas?"

"Oh, Sister Sera, how could you forget it now?"

"Because we may have seen the criminal's back as he ran away after committing a crime."

Conan held up his phone, smiling: "Can you let me take a video of uncle running?"

After hesitating for a moment, Lao Zhan decided to agree to Conan's request.

"Boom!!!!"

"I am Anton, who was rescued along with the deceased in that fire."

Anton was still the same as always, with a blank expression, a stiff look and a cold gaze.

He stood in front of them with his hands behind his back, and said, "Because you didn't ask me, I didn't bring it up specifically."

Shira pointed inside the house and asked curiously, "By the way, there is a big bag in your room, what is that?"

Anton's eyes were dull. "That was a painting that a client asked me to authenticate. Unfortunately, it was just a fake."

Baijiu asked politely, "Can I open it and take a look?"

“I have a good understanding of this aspect.”

"of course can."

Baijiu pulled the chain open, held the left and right sides of the frame, and lifted it up.

"Hiss," "The frame is quite heavy, is it made of pure gold?"

"It's a very good painting... The texture and brushstrokes are obviously real."

Mao Li took the opportunity to ask: "What is your relationship with the bourgeois who died in the fire?"

Mr. Anton took off his glasses, took out his handkerchief, and calmly wiped the lenses.

He said coldly: "Since that person is a collector of famous paintings, I introduced many good paintings to him for collection."

"But," Anton lowered his voice, "most of the paintings he collected were burned in the fire."

"How's it going, young man? Put it away after you're done."

"But, Mr. Anton, this is too heavy."

"Although you look very thin."

"But you can actually carry it by yourself. You have pretty good physical strength."

Baijiu pinched Mr. Anton's shoulders and carefully put the picture frame back in place.

"Ah...I guess so." A few drops of cold sweat ran down Anton's cheeks.

"Uncle, can you run in the corridor?"

Conan pouted his lips, moved two small fingers, and looked at him coquettishly.

"Boom!!!!"

"That's right...I will never forget the fire that happened."

"After all, because of that fire, I have to use a wheelchair to get around."

Ms. Gasha sighed helplessly and looked at her feet, her eyes filled with regret and longing.

"My legs, as you can see, can't run down the hallway like everyone else."

"But! Your bodyguard, the strong man, can run, right?"

Conan's sudden shout startled everyone.

"Is it all right for me to just run?" The strong woman confirmed again and again, somewhat convinced.

"That's right, just do it as usual." Conan handed the phone to Baijiu deliberately.

"Please help me record it. Thank you, Brother Yi Yu!"

Baijiu took the phone reluctantly.

Lazy yawns followed one after another, I blinked my tired and sleepy eyes, and pressed the shooting button lazily.

This running posture is really weird...

Are you a sprinter? You're so fast.

How can a woman run like this?

and many more!

Baijiu suddenly sobered up.

The eyes became clear.

Suddenly, I understood Conan's intention.

"Old lady, that strong lady just now was running very fast."

"Have you ever done any exercise?"

"Old lady, please answer me, old lady." Conan kept asking.

Ms. Gaza calmly lit her cigar and glared at Conan.

Because, with one effortless action, you can achieve three goals at once, or even gain more.

He was already unable to contain his excitement.

"Boom!!!"

"What!? I am indeed the fiancée of the rich man's grandson who died in the fire."

“It is also absolutely true that I was rescued during the fire.”

"Even if that's the case, why do I have to run down the hallway for you to see?!"

The wealthy lady spread out her hands through the slightly opened gap.

Express inner dissatisfaction and confusion excitedly.

"It's just to be on the safe side." Mao Li scratched the back of his head embarrassedly: "Anyway, please take off the chain on the door and let us in."

Maori clasped his hands together, lowered his posture and prayed.

The wealthy lady didn't buy it and rolled her eyes.

He snorted coldly: “If you really want to come in, go and apply for a search ticket for me!”

"And what did you eat for lunch? Why does your mouth stink so bad?"

"And the smell of cigarettes and alcohol on you is really disgusting."

The wealthy lady covered her nose with a look of disgust, her eyes revealing contempt and disgust.

When Maori heard this, his face immediately turned red with shame and he quickly sniffed his clothes.

"No way! I just changed my clothes!"

"Really!!!" Kogoro Mori suppressed his inner anger and gritted his teeth.

Shira sent Maori to the back and said, "Then let me ask you, did the alarm of the watch found in the room ring again?"

"That watch?" The rich lady glanced to the side.

She took a deep breath and moved away from the crack in the door.

She put her hands on her hips and said unruly, "Just like what you saw, I put her aside and she didn't make any noise again."

The wealthy lady pointed toward the sofa.

"No way, there's such a small gap, I can't even see it." Conan wanted to stuff his entire head in there.

Suddenly, Conan seemed to have thought of something and stood still.

When the victim's body was found, we could clearly see the bullet marks on the sofa opposite the body through the gap in the door.

"But...how do I lure out the rich lady?"

Conan held his chin in his hand, thinking deeply.

In an instant, their eyes turned to the liquor and they both smiled knowingly.

"Are you sure Yi Yu can get the rich lady to open the door?"

"Don't be ridiculous. You don't even give me, the famous detective Kogoro, any respect."

"Besides, he's just an ordinary guy."

I think I'm not worse than him in appearance.

Maori muttered to himself, looking through the window's reflection of his narcissistic modified image, and posing one greasy hairstyle and action after another.

Conan and Sera: “…..…”

Baijiu straightened her clothes and fiddled with her hair.

He lowered his voice and stared at her with those bright almond-shaped eyes.

Looking into the house, "Ms. Rich, could you please come out for a moment?"

They looked at each other, and the white wine seemed to have magical powers.

Keep conquering her heart.

"Of course, handsome."

"Why don't you come in and sit down?"