Protect our prophets

"Is there such a handsome public face!"

The voice from the next table alarmed the high school student detectives.

Bai Ma Tan looked back, with doubts on his face: "What's wrong?"

The other three also looked at the past together.

The table next to them didn't know what they were discussing. The red-haired female high school student showed a subtle expression of disapproval, and slowly shook her head.

The blond boy was calm and relaxed, folded his arms around his chest, and said indifferently: "It's just an objective statement of the facts."

"Oh, it's the young master of the Atobe family."

Atobe seems to have never seen Baima before, but Baima has some impressions of him, and he recognized him at a glance: "I didn't expect to see him here."

Hattori Heiji hummed: "Who is it?"

"Haven't you heard of it in Kansai?" Baima smiled, "Then Kudo-kun should know?"

Heiji sharply cast a warning look at "Kudo Shinichi" on the left.

With a calm demeanor, the latter put the spice bottle back to its original place with one hand, and replied, "Oh, I know, that's the real nobleman."

There seems to be some deep meaning in his words.

Conan coughed heavily.

"There shouldn't be anyone who doesn't know him, right?" He sighed, and said seriously, "To be honest, I've been curious for a long time, about—the Atobe consortium and the Suzuki consortium, which one is richer."

This reference is too intuitive.

Heiji understood and nodded deeply.

Baima was still thinking: "However, I remember that Atobe-kun was the head of the tennis club at school, and the Ice Emperor Tennis Club he led was very strong in national competitions... I haven't heard of him participating in this aspect. If so, I should have met him on Baker Street when I was studying in England."

"..."

Pingji rolled his eyes, what's the matter, he started showing off his wealth on the spot, right?Who hasn't been to Baker Street yet?

——In front of detectives, showing off your wealth is not showing off, but going to Baker Street is the real showing off.

Although they have been there, it is not as convenient as Baima Tan who is studying in the UK. They can visit the Holy Land at any time.

Conan drank a few sips of lemonade calmly, and heard "Shinichi" ask sincerely: "So, let me tell you, everyone, what is the purpose of our trip?"

"..."

The detectives fell silent for a moment.

This is a very serious topic.

Solving crimes is a detective's responsibility and an honor.But I don't know when it started, someone gradually noticed something was wrong.

You can't know the situation when you are in the situation, but when you have a friend who is also a fellow detective, it is easy to find the problem.

Hattori Heiji witnessed everything that happened to his friend: he went to visit the architect's house, and the architect with obsessive-compulsive disorder went crazy; he went to visit the newly completed building, and the building exploded; encounter an avalanche...

From Conan's perspective, Hattori Heiji's experience is also clearly seen: I wanted to confess, but was interrupted by a murder case; I wanted to go on a date, but was interrupted by a murder case; Good brothers, let's go have a meal together, or be interrupted by the murder...

Every holiday, there are always a few people going crazy, and no one knows where they got so many flammable and explosive materials.

That's all, why do you encounter a series of robbers and murders when you go out to eat or date?

A sample of two people is not conclusive enough.

Then one day, they accidentally met Tan Baima.

After some tentative exchanges, he also showed a worried expression.

"My speaking test this year has been postponed in succession due to two cases of candidates falling from a building. Every year when I fly back to China, I either encounter robbers in the air or murder in the clouds—from my records to now, it has been [-] times."

White Horse sighed, looked at his watch, and suddenly said, "Now, why don't we go have lunch together? If I'm not wrong—"

Heiji interjected: "The people at our next table will be sent to the hospital for emergency treatment due to food poisoning."

"Well, then we will find three suspects," Conan also sighed, and said dryly, "the victim's two companions, and a store clerk who has never met before."

Baima continued without hesitation: "After some investigation, we will find that this unknown clerk actually had some contact with the victim, while the other two companions have financial or emotional entanglements with him respectively."

Conan raised his head, looked at the sky at a 45-degree angle, and said in a mature tone, "Is there anything else you want to add?"

"...It's all done, we can solve the case ahead of schedule." Heiji yawned and said with a tired face.

Of course, they didn't have lunch at noon that day, because after they tossed a coin to decide which restaurant to go to - so that all three tastes would suit them - and were about to set off, someone fell over their heads.

"..."

All three are numb.

"Falling objects should be severely punished." Baima said coldly, lowering his sleeves to cover his watch.

"He's dead." Heiji stood up from the ground and carefully wrapped the bloody handkerchief.

"The one who should be severely punished is the murderer," Conan said.

They looked at each other and fell silent again.

——Don't doubt it, this is definitely a murder case, so he didn't run away.

Next they will meet three suspects, one has an alibi, one has no motive, and the other looks suspicious no matter how they look, but judging from his personality and behavior, he does not have the psychological characteristics of a murderer.

But it's not a big problem. If the murderer dared to kill in front of several detectives, he was asking for his own death.

Half an hour later, the murderer pleaded guilty and was taken away by a police car.

The high school students continued to meditate.

"Are you still eating?" Heiji touched his stomach, feeling hungry belatedly.

He realized uncomfortably that if he wanted to continue to develop his 24-hour working career as a detective, he might soon suffer from severe stomach problems, be unable to get a girlfriend, and increase the crime rate in Japan as a whole...

"Have you ever thought about giving yourself a chance to take a complete vacation?" Tan Baima said suddenly.

"To a place where no one will bother you at all, the only trip you'll take without being a detective—a holiday with no murders, no dead, no murderers?"

Heiji hesitated for a while, pointed to himself and Conan: "You mean, are you with us?"

They looked at each other.

"Hey, Kudo, does this count as positive or negative?" Heiji asked in a low voice.

Conan shook his head, and said thoughtfully: "The last time when the lineup was so luxurious...you haven't forgotten Nanatsuki Koshimizu, have you?"

Heiji: "..."

He suddenly thumped his palms: "Why don't you call that guy? We might need him to help us neutralize it. Well, that's it!"

"Huh?" Conan was taken aback.Of course he immediately realized who "that guy" was talking about, but he was still deeply suspicious, frowning slightly, "Is it useful? You may not know, last time the Twilight Pavilion..."

"That time without me, it doesn't count." Hattori Heiji said seriously.

Conan pondered for a moment, then nodded slowly: "Okay, I can only give it a try."

——So, there is today's scene.

The four of them boarded the luxury cruise ship named "Jacqueline" together, went to an isolated resort island, and participated in a real-life secret room activity.

Focus, three true detectives.

Means of transportation, cruise ships—according to incomplete statistics, there are only a handful of times they have not encountered murders and bombings on ships.

Destination, a "desert island" in the Pacific Ocean.

Events, large gatherings of reasoning fans.

This is not negative negative positive, this is at least negative negative negative ... positive.

Fight poison with fire!Pingji is gearing up.

"Although it may still be impossible to prevent accidents from happening," Detective Baima solemnly pressed his hand on the table and looked at them, "but I believe that with the efforts of the four of us, we will be able to find a solution in the process." .”

"Let's have something to eat before anything happens." "Shinichi" smiled slightly and made a suggestion.

The other three nodded in agreement.

Conan was about to get up when they suddenly heard the sound of broken glass behind them.

"Hey... oh!"

The woman raised her eyebrows and spoke impatiently. Looking at the dark water stain on her skirt, she stomped her feet.And Songxue was looking at her in surprise, as if she didn't know whether to put the sushi dish in her hand or not.

"Are you okay, Misaki?" The man ran over in a hurry, held the woman's arm, checked it quickly, turned around and reprimanded: "Don't you have eyes when you walk?"

"Don't be so fierce," the woman on the other side of the bar also stood up, and persuaded kindly, "Just now, Misaki's high heels were crooked, and she accidentally bumped into this sister."

As she spoke, she looked at the other party and smiled apologetically.

The glass Kobayashi Misaki was holding fell to the ground and broke, and the drink spilled onto her skirt, but Matsuyuki was fine, and the plate in her hand was also held steady, but she was still a little surprised, her eyes widened to see watching them.

"Are you okay?" she asked softly.

The female high school student shook her head slowly.

"The eyes are growing, but maybe you will wish you hadn't."

"what?"

The man had a quick temper and was about to get angry, but Misaki Kobayashi held him down.She frowned and shook her head: "Forget it, I was distracted, I have to change a dress - I'm sorry for scaring you, please allow me to leave first."

"No, I mean... eh..."

Before Songxue had time to continue, the other party turned around and left in a hurry, seeming to have a vigorous temperament.The rest of his companions looked at each other with helpless faces.

……

"That's the CFO of the new generation of Internet companies." Baima looked over there, and suddenly realized that several other people were looking at him, and added an explanation, "I saw her on a TV show, the next heir of the Xiaolin family, her net worth is estimated There are... hundreds of billions."

Ho, rich woman!

Of course, during this trip, the fellow passengers I met were not small people. They already knew that they would not be too shocked, but because of their professional habits, they instinctively remembered this little episode in their hearts.

The setting sun was slanting to the west, and the four of them sat by the floor-to-ceiling windows and had a fairly peaceful dinner.

Although they were all thinking about their own concerns, they usually had a better appetite, ate a big bowl of ramen, and wanted to get some more miso soup.

He walked out with the plate, and then turned and walked towards the self-service bar, and caught a glimpse of a shadow flickering out of the corner of his eye.

Then, the woman with long fluttering hair fell to the ground with a plop, her limp arms lay beside his feet, revealing her bright red nails.

--"what!"

The screams of the women came and went.

At this time, Hattori Heiji felt like the burden in his heart had dropped to the ground.

Is it finally here?they thought with a heavy heart.

"What's the situation?" Atobe looked at the bar the first time he heard the scream, and his sight was just blocked by the seat.

His face changed slightly, and he was about to stand up, but Songxue who was opposite him grabbed his wrist and sleeve.

"Don't worry, this case has nothing to do with us." She narrated flatly.

"what?"

Atobe looked over in surprise and raised his eyebrows: Aren't you a detective, are you so calm?

"It's not our turn this time." Songxue said.

"I don't understand." He said bluntly and suspiciously.

"You'll understand." She was calm.

Atobe held back, and the two sat down again.Looking at the figures who rushed to the bar at the first time, he hesitated to speak: "Why can even elementary school students participate in solving the case, what are you talking about...'It's not our turn'?"

Songxue glanced at him lightly: "What's wrong with the elementary school student? You have to be taken away by the elementary school student Wild King in Summoner's Canyon."

Atobe: "..."

He said dryly, "I don't play computer games."

"When Tezuka was in elementary school, he mastered the limit of thousands of tempers." Song Xue said quickly.

Atobe: "..."

Why is there Tezuka Kunimitsu here? !

Come on, you win.

The author has something to say: The nightmare of detectives: There are too many cases that affect daily life, very distressed_(:з」∠)_