[Comprehensive] I'm always doing something

If you don't go back, the food will be cold. "

"Didn't I say I'm working?!"

"She said that although you said that, you must just want to come here to drink."

Kogoro Mori was very angry, and turned to Ms. Fukui and said, "I really have a commission! Right! And it's a problem!"

He emphasized the word "difficulty" and looked at Ms. Fukui.

"Yes……"

Conan raised his head curiously and asked, "What event was that?"

"It was when I was working that I heard a strange noise, it was a bang, like the sound of a champagne cork being opened."

"Isn't that the sound of a champagne cork being opened? This is a bar." Mr. Nakahara, who had just talked to Mori Kogoro, interjected, shaking his glass.

"However, I didn't give champagne to any guests at that time."

"It may also be champagne brought in secretly by a guest," Conan gave an example, "For example, red wine also has a cork."

"I thought so too at the beginning, but after I noticed it, I observed each guest in particular. At that time, no guest was drinking champagne or red wine." After Ms. Fukui finished speaking, she remembered something and added: "By the way, After I heard that sound, I heard the sound of something falling. I searched carefully when I was closing and cleaning, and I didn’t find the cork on the ground.”

"So you went back so late that day." Mr. Zhongyuan said.

"That's right, thanks to Mr. Nakahara that day." Ms. Fukui showed a thankful and grateful expression, "Ah, I forgot to introduce you just now. This is Mr. Nakahara Chuya. I met a gangster when I got off work late at night a few days ago. Mr. Zhongyuan saved me, and later Mr. Zhongyuan became a regular customer of our bar. Thank you very much!"

"You have helped me a lot too, so there is no need to thank you."

"No, no, thank you or something..."

"..."

"Nakahara Chuya..." Conan repeated muttering to himself.

"It's a little strange, isn't it? It's the name of a famous poet. I didn't expect someone to have the same name as a writer. It must be a very unique and wonderful experience, right? But Mr. Zhongyuan is really a good person!"

Writer? !

This word awakened Conan's memory. A few months ago, he also met another strange man with the name of a writer, and he seemed to have a complicated relationship with that organization of men in black.

The weird wind at the amusement park saved his life.And fortunately, in the chaos, Gin didn't seem to look at the faces of him and Jiang Gu Ling who crawled out from under the table.

It's too weird, and there are things like splitting bullets... Thinking about it this way, maybe that strong wind has something to do with her.

After that, no matter whether it was gin, Dazai or Liuli, they all disappeared.Afterwards, Jiang Gu Ling also told him that no information was found.

Sure enough, there is still a mafia organization codenamed Wenhao in Japan? !The Osamu Dazai they met that day was their leader.What about Kawato Ruri?That's not the name of a literary giant, is it?What role does she play in it?

An organization that even the Japanese public security has no information... It seems that it is necessary to inquire.

This person did give him a sense of danger, but that feeling quickly dissipated during the conversation.

"What's so strange?" Zhong Yuanzhong turned his head uncomfortably.

"A little bit, a little bit!" Ms. Fukui said with a smile, pointing to another person, "This is Mr. Mori Kogoro, a very famous detective here, known as the sleeping Kogoro, and I especially ask him to solve the problem just mentioned. event."

Zhongyuan Zhong also looked at Kogoro Mori, and looked very seriously: "Well, it doesn't look very smart, maybe all detectives look like this, so let's take a look."

"You bastard! I'll show you the solution to the incident later!" Mori Kogoro, who was underestimated, was very upset. "Miss Fukui, do you have any clues?"

"Ah... ah! I also smell a strange smell."

Mori Kogoro: "Could it be the smell of sex after something exploded?"

Nakahara Chuya: "Or is it the smell of poisonous gas?"

Conan blushed: Hey, then she wouldn't be standing here alive now.

"No, no, it smells a bit like pomelo. But it's very mild. We don't use pomelo as a fruit in our store. So I asked Mr. Mori to have a look."

Conan: "How many times has that voice been made?"

"The different days add up to two or three times."

"Who is there every time a guest makes a noise?"

"Yes," Miss Fukui indicated with her eyes, "it's the table behind you, the four people who came together."

Several people turned around and looked, and there were three men and one woman behind the four.One of the chubby men was taking pictures of the other three.

"Minister, there are no more negatives."

"Also, I asked her to buy it."

"Here, here."

"..."

Looks like a normal corporate department dinner.

Zhong Yuanzhong also immediately lost interest: "That's what one of the four of them did."

Too sloppy, right?Conan adjusted his glasses, feeling that compared to Osamu Dazai, this writer's way of thinking is more direct and understandable.

"There is no evidence, Mr. Nakahara." Ms. Fukui's smile was a little stiff.

"I'm not good at this kind of thing, it's that guy... Forget it. Hey, aren't you a detective?" Nakahara Nakahara said to Mori Kogoro as a matter of course: "Then reason and see."

Mori Kogoro, who had no clue about the incident, couldn't believe it: "This is what I call reasoning? There are too few clues!"

"Is it enough? What kind of famous detective can't be figured out after so long?"

"Don't you think of any answer?"

"That's why I'm not a detective!" Nakahara Chuya confidently said, "To be called a famous detective, you have to be at least half the level of Ranpo!"

"Ranpo?" Conan grasped the key words, leaned forward and asked, "Brother, are you referring to Edogawa Ranpo?"

"Huh? Huh huh? You know the random steps."

——Shouldn’t everyone know this? !That is the father of Japanese detective mystery novels!

Conan blinked.But he should not be referring to the writer Luanpo.And this naming style, isn't he your colleague? !

"Edogawa Ranpo is also a famous writer, but he is..."

"Okay, okay, I get it, right?" Zhongyuan Zhong also raised his forehead as if he had given up on something, with an indescribably complicated expression on his face.

"So you compare Edogawa Ranpo with Mori-san too much..." Ms. Fukui smoothed things over, "I'm not saying that Mori-san is not good! Besides, Edogawa Ranpo-san is just a writer, not a detective. ah!"

"Anyway, there is no difference..." Zhong Yuanzhong also gave up completely, "It means that you are not good enough as a famous detective."

"What! You need to think about such a difficult case!" Mori Kogoro turned to Conan and said, "Go back and tell Xiaolan that I have received a difficult commission and I can't go back for the time being."

"..."

"So! Xiaoyouxi, make me another cup of Qinlei, okay~"

"Is it really okay? Can you still work after drinking?" Apparently, Ms. Fukui also faintly felt that mixing drinks for him was a wrong choice.

"no problem, no problem……"

"Then, Fukui, make me a drink too, whatever you want." Zhongya Nakahara raised his empty wine glass.

Seeing Kogoro Mori's faceless expression, he probably couldn't call him back.Conan resigned to his fate and ran back again, telling her old alcoholic father that he could not go back at the bar temporarily.

Then he ran back again.You can't let the mysterious mafia members stay with Mori Kogoro, even though the other party has no hostility.

When he came back, Zhong Yuanzhong was no longer drinking at his seat. He was playing pool with some people on the pool table over there, and the crowd around him cheered from time to time.

And Mori Kogoro obviously drank a little too much, his eyes became blurred, and he raised an empty wine glass and shouted "have another drink".

it is as expected.Conan didn't want to care about Mori Kogoro any more, and squeezed directly to the pool table to watch the game.

But at his height, he can't seem to see anything.

"Oh? Brat?" Zhong Yuan Zhong also looked down and saw a little one at his feet, "You are the child of that alcoholic detective."

"Yes, little brother, you seem to be very good at playing pool!" Conan's eyes showed admiration.

"It's okay, you can't see it at all under the station, right?" Nakahara simply lifted Conan to a high chair next to him with one hand, "Then you can see it from here."

"Yes, yes, thank you big brother."

Conan was inexplicably surprised by the thoughtfulness of the mafia.

——It seems that you are quite warm-hearted?

"Nice! Chuya! Another win!"

"As expected of Chuya!"

A few young people happily hooked up with Chuya Zhongya, and praised Zhongya Zhongya's billiard skills without hesitation.

"Speaking of it! I heard the bartender say that you won't come anymore? Is it true? That's a pity."

"Because temporary work is a bit troublesome, I don't have time to drink here in the future."

"Temporary job?" Conan interjected at the right time, expressing his curiosity, "What does big brother do?"

"I was just a part-time worker, and now I'm a temporary worker. It's a purely violent job. That cheap boss is really weird."

Conan continued to ask: "Is violent work the same as fighting work?"

"I know this, I know it," a young man next to him hurriedly replied, "Zhongye is very strong, what kind of moving work is it?"

——Is this how violent work is interpreted?

Conan looked at the young man with a sense of déjà vu that he was looking at Genta.

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