Protect our prophets

Songxue's thinking is actually very simple: in case of indecision, throw the pot to the winery, that's right.

The upper and lower limits of the Black Organization will always confuse the audience.

They can infiltrate the high-level police department, or they can openly launch fighter jets on the streets of Tokyo - I don't know if they are too confident in themselves, or they are dismissive of the Self-Defense Forces - and they can be killed by a lampshade (or something else, whatever ) crashing the plane, always walking on the edge of high force and mental retardation, testing the bottom line of the audience back and forth.

All the unexplainable things, the incredible things, as long as the authors are too lazy to explain, they are probably doing it.As for how it was done, there is no need to delve into it...I'm afraid it can't be too serious.

Of course, she couldn't explain this to Kudo Shinichi.

"You mean, that 'organization'?" He frowned, and his face turned pale, "They also followed us on the boat and went to the Illusion House?"

"It's just a guess." Songxue quickly pushed him back and sat down, "Calm down, the situation is not that bad."

She could understand Shinichi's mood at this moment.

If someone from the black organization boarded the Jacqueline at the same time as them, no matter what their intentions were, they would definitely find the existence of "Kudo Shinichi". Others know that this Kudo Shinichi is played by Kaitou Kidd.

"Listen to me," she said calmly, "in an organizational style, if someone or something on the Jacqueline has long been thought of, and there are other suspicious objects on board, no matter what Is it possible to ascertain—

"They will definitely not care about choosing to detonate immediately, instead of handing over the only detonator to other people and resigning to their fate. Think about Gin's style, have you fought against him many times?"

Shinichi nodded solemnly: "Indeed, most of the time they don't think about the consequences at all...it's crazy."

"The reality is that the hostages hiding in the dark only secretly detonated small bombs to create chaos on the scene." Songxue pondered.

From the beginning to the end, he did not show up. After the murderer was subdued, he waited calmly to arrive at Xiazhile Island, and disembarked among other tourists.

If that's the case, the fire last night was not an accident, but someone tried to force Katori to die in the fire.

And Katori may have to obey their coercion because the organization took the company's handle, and finally decided to kill himself.

"However, the fire started after the others had evacuated the Illusory House," Shinichi was slightly puzzled, "If the person who did it was an organization, would they be so kind?"

He looked at Songxue, and found that she was also looking at him quietly, with an indistinguishable expression.

Songxue sighed.

The black organization is just the simplest guess direction.After all, even if there are organized people, it doesn't mean that Conan's identity will be threatened.

That's the organization in black, who knows whether the people they sent are real wine or fake wine?

Even if it is real wine, there is no guarantee that it will not turn against the water at a critical moment.

Needless to say, Ireland, the other Mr. Pisk was even worse, a daring heart, but he was killed by his own family before he had time to say anything.

She can't tell Classmate Conan, well, actually, I suspect that Belmode is on this boat, right?

"So I just made a bold guess, if there is no follow-up action..." Songxue paused, "I mean, the ship will be safe and sound before we return to Tokyo, maybe I'm just thinking too much Or, when the results of the police investigation of Shinzaburo Katori and Kaede Shiraishi come out—"

Shinichi pursed his lips subtly: "To be honest, I don't have high expectations for their investigation capabilities."

"..."

Songxue thought deeply: "I think so too."

"Is there another possibility that the person ambush on the ship could be a member of the organization or someone else," Shinichi said thoughtfully, "was solved by your colleagues?"

Songxue froze for a moment, is it a hunter?

"Probably not." She shook her head, "If it's such important information, she wouldn't just leave without saying anything."

More precisely, what Katerina said at the time was that she had no knowledge of it, neither the explosives nor the person who planted them, including any relationship with Katori.

"She's just a hunter, not a spy killer." Songxue added, "Unless the situation is critical, she won't shoot casually."

Shinichi looked at her quietly and nodded slowly.

"I understand."

……

Songxue didn't stay for a long time, when she saw that the boy's face was full of unbearable sweat, she found an excuse to leave the room wisely.

She had just closed the door when she turned around and almost bumped into someone.

The mixed-race waiter brother hurriedly apologized to her, speaking fluent English: "I'm sorry, miss, are you okay?"

"Is it room service?" Songxue wondered.

The special effect of the cold medicine plus Baigan should pass quickly, and Shinichi absolutely does not want anyone to disturb the room.But looking at the plate he brought, there were not only antipyretics and painkillers, but also a special breakfast in the restaurant downstairs.

She glanced at it briefly, and found that the meals were very rich, including beef sandwiches, lemon pies, and delicate puddings with oolong tea.

"Mr. Atobe ordered it." The little brother said respectfully, "I don't know what the customer likes, maybe he ordered too much. However, when you are sick, you need to replenish more energy to recover as soon as possible."

"Oh, thank you very much." Song Xue didn't let the door pass, her expression unchanged, "Then give it to me, I'll take it in."

"Okay, excuse me."

After the waiter left, Songxue waited at the door with the tray for a while, listening attentively, but there was no movement for a long time.

She tried to knock on the door again, only to hear a muffled sound from inside: "It's all right."

Songxue swiped the key card, pushed the door open, quickly returned to the room, and closed the door again.

As expected, Mr. Detective inside turned into a primary school student again, wearing a baggy shirt, sitting under the quilt with a look of regret.

"This is medicine. You can take some if you need it according to your own situation." Songxue put down the tray, took out the medicine box and put it aside, then turned the plate to him.

In one night, the body underwent two consecutive drastic changes, which consumed a lot of energy.Conan wiped the sweat off his face with his hand, and said slightly uncomfortably, "I'm sorry to trouble you."

"No trouble," Songxue waved her hands, her tone light and brisk, "I didn't order this, it was delivered by the waiter."

"Thank you anyway." He said seriously.

After taking the medicine for the second time, Conan's complexion was obviously much better, the heat on his face had long since faded, and he was wearing the clothes before he became smaller, and started to eat breakfast.

It was obvious that he had a fondness for sweets.From this point of view, it is in line with the common perceptions of adults about children, and it is easy to understand if he is not suspicious of him.

Matsuyuki went out, just as Hattori Heiji brought Conan's change of clothes, the two met, and she saw obvious surprise in each other's eyes.

——You also know?

Songxue didn't sleep all night and was already a little sleepy, so she nodded casually at him: "Conan is inside."

Heiji was solemn, before he had time to confirm with her, he hurriedly opened the door and entered.

Because the return boat was temporarily arranged, their rooms were a little far apart, in areas A and B respectively, spanning more than half of the boat.

Songxue walked through the corridor, and when she passed the stairs, a group of guests happened to come up from downstairs, laughing and laughing very lively.

She froze for a moment.

Lemon pie, coincidence?

Atobe probably doesn't know what Kudo Shinichi or Conan like, and after thinking about it carefully, he picked so many sweets, as if he was taking care of a child...

Songxue looked hesitantly at the corridor behind her.

The waiter just now, couldn't it be some disguiser who approved the skin?

Phantom Thief Kidd, or... Belmode?

Song Xue didn't wake up until noon, and was called by Atobe to eat at the restaurant.

The midday sun shone dazzlingly through the window at the table, and she was still a little bit unable to open her eyes, but when she saw the two people sitting across from her, she suddenly became sober.

"Kudo Shinichi" turned his head and greeted her: "Hey, good day."

Conan slowly poked his own steak with a fork, lazily.

Songxue understood, and the Kaitou Kidd came back by the same boat as expected.And he came at the right time, otherwise Kudo Shinichi suddenly disappeared on the boat, and Conan suddenly appeared again... the loophole would be too obvious.

And now, Kaito is explaining to Baima and the others in a serious manner: "It seems that before sailing, Kaitou Kidd sent the kid back again."

Of course, this "Phantom Thief Kidd" disappeared without a trace.No one knew where he was, whether he was on the ship, remained on the island, or left by other means...

The white horse sighed regretfully: "He ran away again."

"However," Heiji glanced at Conan quickly, "at least this time, you don't really want to catch him, do you?"

"Since he gave up the gem, there's nothing he can do about it." The white horse shrugged, "I hope next time, I can have a good fight with him."

After lunch, several people dispersed separately. Songxue ordered an ice cream, but the trace department did not move, but looked at herself with strange eyes.

"Is it ready to eat ice cream?"

Songxue said: "You seem to have some misunderstanding about menstruation, not everyone says—"

"Okay," he stopped wisely, and raised his chin haughtily, "I'm not interested in these things."

So she said "Oh", took a spoonful and asked, "Then what questions do you have?"

Atobe's eyes flickered slightly, and he showed that complicated expression that saw through something.

"It's quite interesting," he said lightly, "One night passed, and the kid's cold got better, and Kudou also got better."

"...young people have better physical fitness?"

Atobe rubbed between his brows, and asked suspiciously: "You really didn't see that between them—"

"I know, you want to say that they look alike, don't you?" Song Xue was very calm, "After Conan-kun took off his glasses, he was almost printed in the same mold as Kudo Shinichi."

Atobe remained silent and continued to stare at her.

She then smiled slightly: "Well, the matter has come to this, so I will not hide it from you. They are indeed related by blood. On the surface, Conan-kun is Kudo Shinichi's..."

"Huh?" Atobe raised his eyebrows.

Songxue paused, and continued seriously: "Great-grandfather's brother's daughter's cousin's uncle's grandson, but in fact, he is the second child born to their parents in the United States."

"..."

Anyway, these two identities are Yukiko's own statement.

Songxue moved over without any obstacles: "So it's not surprising that they look alike, right?"

Atobe said: "...I believe in your evil."

The author has something to say: [Catching insects]

Is it Kidd or Belmode? (

I won’t write about specific cases in this article, I want to write something relaxed and happy_(:з」∠)_