Conan: Begins to collaborate with Miss Bayonetta and become famous

"You...you mean?"

"Kamaitachi?!"

Xiaolan's eating speed suddenly stopped and she looked at Heiji with a frightened expression.

"But," Lu Xin raised a question: "For a sickle-weasel, shouldn't its claws be in the shape of a sickle?"

"I feel like this is just a man carrying a sickle, right?"

"And he actually stood on the water out of thin air. It's totally... unscientific."

"I thought the same thing as you at first, Ms. Lu Xin." Hattori nodded in agreement: "Look at his feet, isn't there a splash of water?"

"The background behind is the open-air bath of this hotel."

"But the writer who published this photo took this photo from the same angle."

Heiji took out a photo from his pocket and placed it on the table.

It was a shirtless middle-aged man standing on the hot spring.

"In comparison, no matter how you look at it, this guy is running over the surface of the hot spring water."

"Indeed." Lu Xin became interested and compared the two photos: "Could it be that there are several... transparent tables for standing in the bathroom?"

"The hot springs here are just like the Shirabone Hot Springs. The water is milky white. If the water is turbid, it could be tampered with."

“That photo has not been processed.”

A middle-aged man with wolf-tail hair, hairline close to the top of his head, a pair of dead fish eyes, and thick beard slowly walked towards them.

Call him Mr. Big Wave.

"That photo was taken using traditional negative film, which is difficult to process, and it has also been authenticated by an expert."

He swore solemnly: "So it can't be wrong!"

"You..." Lu Xin narrowed her eyes: "Are you the writer who took this photo of evidence?"

"Yes." Dalang said modestly, "I am Dalang, a writer for the End Novel Network!"

"I came here today hoping to take a photo of Kamaitachi myself."

He rubbed his hands together and blew air through his mouth: "Because the weather has obviously become colder recently."

Lu Xin asked curiously, "Does the appearance of sickle weasels have anything to do with whether the weather is cold or not?"

I didn't expect that Vermouth would be so interested in these monsters.

"You know, the legends of Kamaitachi are mostly spread in places where it snows heavily."

He put his hand on his chin, raised his eyes and nodded in thought: "So if it snows tonight, it might ride on the snow wind."

"It's not impossible for Piao Ran to appear in front of us."

"Bang!" Xiaolan put her hands on the table and stood up from her seat in astonishment: "I want to go back!"

"Xiao Lan?" Lu Xin grabbed her arm.

He Ye comforted him gently: "Don't be afraid, even if that kind of thing really appears... I will use my Aikido————"

Lu Xin naturally followed the topic and got into a fighting stance: "And my Sanda will complement your karate, Xiaolan."

"Wouldn't it be fine if we just solved it in a few moves?"

"But...but." Xiaolan swallowed and danced with joy: "The opponent is flying in the air with a sharp blade. We will be killed."

"Do not worry!"

A girl with bangs, average facial features, orange-framed glasses, bright red lips, and a strong scent of perfume.

A mature woman with a similar height to Lu Xin and a good figure appeared in front of everyone.

We'll call her Ms. Orange.

She said with some disdain: "After all, the legend of the sickle-weasel is just nonsense."

Xiao Cheng put his arm on Da Lang's shoulder and said sarcastically, "Anyway, it's probably because a bunch of readers have complained and asked us not to publish fake photos, so you had no choice but to come here, right?"

Xiao Cheng sneered a few times, turned his head halfway, and glanced at Da Lang: "Besides, that photo was originally submitted to your publishing house."

"It was published in another weekly photo magazine, and it was one of the candid photos mixed in with the open-air bath."

"It's so suspicious that it's laughable!"

Dalang licked his teeth, a little confused: "Then why... did you come here?"

"There's nothing we can do about it." Ms. Xiaocheng pouted her lips. "Who told you that your magazine is our rival?"

"I think I might as well write a report based on your poor interview."

"Of course, I won't let you make up stories and make it sound like a real thing about a Kamaitachi that doesn't even exist."

"It's true! I saw it with my own eyes!"

A childish voice came from the side.

He is a little boy, about the same age as Conan, but a little taller than him, and looks to be in the first or second grade.

He looks like a mini version of Nobita.

Let’s call him Xiaoxiong, he is the boss’s son.

Xiaoxiong excitedly stated, his hands clenched tightly: "It ran over the hot spring!"

"Is this true, little boy?" Lu Xin smiled as she gently stroked his hair and pinched his delicate face.

"It's true! Beautiful sister!" Xiaoxiong's eyes widened.

"Although I tried to catch up with it at that time, I couldn't run on the water, let alone catch up with it..."

"what happened?"

He lowered his head: "At that time... I seemed to be under a magical spell. I couldn't move and ended up drowning."

"When I woke up, I found myself lying in the corridor, soaking wet."

"What are you doing? Xiaoxiong!"

The proprietress was walking towards him hurriedly, carrying Xiao Kuang on her back.

She was dressed very simply, and although she didn't wear heavy makeup, she still exuded the temperament of a beauty and was very pleasing to the eye.

Not only does he have handsome features, but his figure is also full of charm.

"mom!"

The proprietress bent her legs slightly, resting them on her knees, and asked softly, "Is the room fully furnished?"

"Aren't you going to have a birthday party with your friends tomorrow?"

"I was just about to start setting it up!"

"Then go and decorate the room quickly."

"Great!"

Xiaoxiong smiled and skipped away from everyone.

"It's cracked so badly..." Dalang showed a distressed expression, picked up the boss lady's hand and caressed it intimately: "Is it okay?"

"It's okay." The boss lady smiled faintly: "Since my husband died of illness last year, my workload has increased."

"Strange...you guys?" He Ye blinked his big eyes.

"Do you two know each other?" Xiaolan asked puzzledly.

"Yes."

Dalang turned sideways and held the proprietress's slender fingers tightly, with their fingers interlocked.

"We were classmates in junior high school."

He put his hand on the boss lady's shoulder, looked at her, and said apologetically: "I'm sorry for publishing a weird photo in the magazine."

"Did it cause you any trouble?"