Conan: Begins to collaborate with Miss Bayonetta and become famous

[The semi-finals and finals of this competition will officially begin at 2 pm after the lunch break. ]

"It starts at 2pm, so there are still hours left. In this case, I will go have lunch with my friends first. Lu Xin, you guys should go find something to eat too!"

"Uh-huh!"

Lu Xin turned around and asked, "Yi Yu, what do you want to eat?"

"I saw a fast food restaurant on the way here, so let's go there."

Lu Xin turned around and looked at Xiaolan and Conan on the side: "Why don't you come with us?"

"Okay!" Xiaolan took Conan's hand and said, "Let's go."

Baijiu said "tsk" with disdain. He had to bring this guy Death with him again. Maybe there would be another fast food restaurant murder incident soon.

Lu Xin suggested, "Before we go, how about we go to the bathroom? I think Conan really wants to go to the bathroom."

"Yeah...I can't hold it back any longer." Conan smiled innocently.

"You deserve it. Who told you to drink so much?" Baijiu complained to himself.

They left their seats and walked towards the toilet. Unexpectedly, from a distance they saw long queues inside, and both the men's and women's toilets were full of people.

"No way... why are there so many people here?"

"It seems that I can't get in for a while." Baijiu snickered.

"I really can't hold it any longer..." Conan looked embarrassed, as if he was living a life worse than death.

Xiaolan immediately asked the staff nearby: "Excuse me, is there any other toilet here?"

"Well..." The staff pointed to the back: "There is a toilet outside the north gate. There shouldn't be so many people there."

"Thank you! Conan you——————"

Before he finished speaking, Conan ran over there quickly like a flash of lightning.

While running, a text message came from my phone: "Hmm? Is it a message from Hattori?"

[Kudo, do you want to have dinner together? ————Hattori Heiji]

[Focus on the game————Conan]

On the road, a dazzling white Rolls-Royce was driving on the street.

And the person sitting inside was Momiji from the Ooka family.

Hongye made a phone call: "Iori, how are the preparations for Heiji's victory celebration going?"

"Everything is ready." Iori Chihou's voice came from the other end of the phone: "It's on the top floor of the Imperial Capital Hotel."

Hongye pursed her lips and said, "I want to give Heiji a surprise, but don't let him find out."

"Understood, Miss."

"By the way, Iori, based on your opinion of the current situation, can Heiji win this time?"

"I think he should be able to enter the finals, but it may not be easy to win." Iori half tilted his head and looked at the competition arena.

"Ah!" Hongye understood immediately: "It's because of Okita from our class, isn't there anything we can do?"

"No." Iori shook his head calmly: "He is just an obstacle. It is said that there is another high school student who is as strong as an evil spirit participating in the competition."

"Eh? That's really interesting."

"Okay, Iori, I'll be at the competition venue soon, get ready and come out to meet me."

"Okay, Miss Hongye."

A tall, muscular man with a sexy mustache and short brown-red hair leaned against the wall and tore open the bag of medicine in his hand.

Just as he was about to pour it into his mouth, he suddenly noticed out of the corner of his eye a contestant standing next to him, fully armed, with his face covered, staring at him motionlessly.

The man asked, "Are you a student of Kyoto Izumi High School? If you want to practice here before the competition, I suggest you forget it."

He closed his eyes, tilted his head upwards, and poured all the medicine into his mouth: "If you damage the lawn here, you will be scolded by the administrator here."

When he opened his eyes, it was too late, because the fully armed contestant had already drawn his machete and was moving towards him.

"Shh!"

The man's throat was slashed, and his blood soaked the wall nearby. The contestants' clothes were also covered in blood.

"Excuse me." An old man's voice startled him.

He wiped the blood off the blade and walked slowly towards the old man sitting in the seat.

"I thought I heard someone groaning. Excuse me, what happened?"

Seeing that the old man had his eyes closed, was leaning on a cane with his eyes half-closed, the contestants thought it over and decided to turn around and leave, giving the old man a chance to live.

"Excuse me?........."

On the other side, Xiaolan was jogging, following closely behind Conan.

Conan looked around with a painful expression: "Where is the toilet?"

"found it!"

He walked around the corner and suddenly lost his urge to urinate. The first thing he noticed was the man lying on the ground.

"Conan! Slow down, the road here is winding. If you get lost, what will happen——"

"Ah!" Xiaolan stepped back in fear, but soon she calmed down and walked towards the man.

After hearing Xiaolan's shout, Lu Xin quickened her pace: "Xiaolan? Are you okay? What happened?"

Xiaolan shook her head: "I'm fine, there's a man lying on the ground here."

Xiaolan supported her hands on her knees: "Are you okay? Cheer up!"

"It's useless." Lu Xin glanced at him and said coldly, "This person is dead."

"No...no way?" Xiaolan was a little shocked.

"Conan, aren't you in a hurry to go to the bathroom? Go and solve your physiological problems first."

"No... no need, I don't feel anything now..."

Lu Xin moved forward expressionlessly and simply touched his body: "I can feel that he still has a little body temperature, so the murderer may not have gone far."

"Ah?" Xiaolan hugged Lu Xin's arm in panic and snuggled in her arms.

Baijiu carried Luxin's bag and walked slowly to the crime scene. Looking at the male body lying on the ground, he smiled bitterly with helplessness.

As expected, I knew that the God of Death will always be the God of Death.

Lu Xin calmly calmed Xiaolan's emotions: "We didn't seem to meet anyone on the way here just now."

"Uh-huh!"

"Excuse me, did something really happen?" the blind old man behind asked.

"This...is there any need to ask?" Xiaolan replied.

Suddenly, she realized something: "Grandpa, can't you see?"

"Yeah! I've been blind for three years."

"Then grandpa, what are you doing sitting here?"

"Well...I came here to listen to the sounds of the Kendo Tournament."