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Late at night.

People in the small town gradually fell into a deep sleep.

Conan was in the same room as Hattori, and the hotel room was covered with traditional tatami mats. Conan stared at the Japanese chandelier on the ceiling, still thinking about what happened tonight.

"Hey, Kudo, you haven't slept yet." Hattori's voice sounded from the side.

"Ah, I'm thinking about something," Conan recalled the discovery tonight, the words of Meguro Era who overheard before, the strange doubts in the town, and he couldn't sleep for a long time, "How does it feel, there are more and more mysteries It's..."

Hattori sat up: "You are thinking about the secrets of this hotel, and Mr. Meguro."

"Hmm." Conan remembered something, "Did Kazuya and the others see the guess you mentioned earlier?"

"No, the proprietress seems to be taking a bath alone very late." Hattori said depressedly.

"Then the investigation about this hotel needs to find another direction," Conan turned over, "Go to bed first, and continue the investigation tomorrow."

Hattori fell asleep again, suddenly remembered something, and asked Conan again: "By the way, that Meguro detective, don't you think it's a bit strange, would a normal person carry a luminol reagent?"

Conan recalled Meguro Era's large bag of messy items, showing half-moon eyes: "Hehe, if it's that person, I always feel normal."

"what?"

Conan shared with Hattori what happened on the train and the messy armor that Meguro carried. Hattori twitched the corner of his mouth as someone in the family was a senior police officer: "Is it true?"

"At least the visual inspection is true. Who are you talking about who can buy those armors?"

Hattori fell into deep thought: "According to your description, many of them are for the military, right? Are they from there?" If it's that kind of army, the scars on his body can also be explained.

"It doesn't look like it, and Detective Meguro has been active in the UK before, so it is unlikely to be a member of the army."

"Special department?" Hattori continued to speculate.

Conan shook his head: "The style is not very similar."

Would a normal spy be so noticeable on a train?

"Then is it really..." Hattori's voice suddenly dropped, "That organization?"

Conan didn't speak for a moment. He closed his eyes and recalled the scenes on the train. It may be because the name Meguro Era left a good impression on him. He didn't think about this direction at all, but in the In the bath, Hattori's words suddenly opened up another possibility for him.

But is it possible?

The Black Organization has been recruiting talents from all walks of life. Their members include world-class movie stars, famous entrepreneurs and scientists, so they recruit detectives...

Doesn't seem impossible? !

Conan's expression was solemn, and the conversation he heard before made him very concerned.

And since a certain point in time, Meguro Ero has not been active in the detective world anymore, and it is a bit suspicious that it appears in some strange reports.

Of course, it is too superficial to say that he is a member of the Black Organization based on these alone, but in short, Meguro can get so much military equipment, and the channels behind it must not be simple.

Conan murmured: "But what is his purpose here."

"I don't know, maybe it has something to do with today's discovery?" Hattori guessed casually, "But it's better to be a little more careful."

indeed.

Conan still wanted to discuss with Hattori some doubts that appeared today, but for some reason, his eyelids suddenly became heavy, and Conan was startled. The detective's vigilance made him try to fight against this drowsiness, but it was useless. In the end, Conan still He fell asleep uncontrollably.

He seems to have had a dream.

Otherwise, how to explain the incomparably bright starry sky around me?

Conan felt that he was flying in the night, or like a fish in a river swimming in the water, but what he was swimming seemed to be the Milky Way, where countless shining stars were within reach, as if he could pick them up just by reaching out. He tried to look down at the stars in front of him, but his rationality told him that this was impossible. The stars they saw were clearly reflections of thousands of light years ago.

He seemed to hear bursts of laughter not far away. He looked up, but he couldn't see anyone. He could only see that there seemed to be fog approaching in front of him.

Fog?No, it looked like a pure mass of color, approached like a cloud, and wrapped Conan in before he could react.

This feeling is a bit sticky, like water vapor in the bathroom, and at the same time Conan vaguely feels that something in his body seems to be sucked away.

In the next second, his figure dropped rapidly, as if he had suddenly changed from a balloon floating in the air back to his original body, dancing in the air 3000 meters above the ground, his floating soul fell into his body, a kind of A nameless fear of falling, which any living creature would have, seized control of his mind.

Just when Conan couldn't help screaming, he reached the ground.

There was no injury, only the palpitations stayed in the body, and Conan was covered with cold sweat. At this time, someone beside him said:

"Can you find the answer?"

what?

Conan raised his head in confusion and looked in the direction of the sound, with surprise in his eyes.

This person...he has seen it.

In the evening, the boy who had met once in the forest sat on a stone, looking towards the direction of the starry sky, and Conan felt that he was the one who made the noise before.

"What did you say?"

The young man turned his head, wondering if it was an illusion, Conan suddenly felt that the color of his eyes was very strange, like a rainbow living in it, or a color that couldn't be adjusted by five color palettes, his light-colored lips curled up, and he said:

"You have to work hard, Kudo Shinichi."

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"Conan? Conan!" Xiaolan's voice woke up Conan who was in a daze.

Conan froze for a moment, seeing the surrounding environment, he realized that it was already the morning of the second day.

It seems that after having that dream, he has been in a trance since he woke up. He couldn't remember how he completed the series of actions of getting up and washing up. After recovering, he was already sitting in front of breakfast.

"Hey, are you okay... Conan, why do you feel like you have been absent-minded since this morning?" Hattori asked in a low voice.

"Sorry, I still feel a little sleepy." Conan covered his forehead, a little strange, he probably didn't go to bed so late last night, why is he so sleepy today as if he stayed up all night.

"Speaking of which, I too..." Mori Kogoro couldn't help yawning, and moved his stiff shoulders, "I went to bed very early yesterday, so I don't know why I'm sleepy."

"Don't you all think that you can't sleep in bed?" He Ye said with a smile.

"How can there be such a thing, we went to bed very early last night!" Hattori just finished speaking, and couldn't help yawning.

He Ye: "Heiji? Why are you like this."

"Strange, I also feel a little tired physically." Hattori scratched his head.

"Did you have a nightmare?" Xiaolan asked.

nightmare...

Conan remembered: "I did seem to have a dream last night, and I dreamed of a person."

As soon as this remark came out, Mori Kogoro immediately gave a narrow smile: "Oh, are you at this age too?"

"That's not true!" Conan immediately retorted loudly, and glanced at Xiaolan with some anxiety, "I said it was a strange dream..."

"Did the boy we met yesterday appear in your dream, and he told you that time is running out?" Hattori suddenly said, with a serious expression on his face.

"Hey, how do you know...but what she told me was to work hard..." Kudo Shinichi

Conan swallowed the last name back, frowning tightly, not understanding why he had such a dream, and the name was spelled out by someone.

And even Hattori dreamed of that person?

Hattori was about to discuss the dream with Conan carefully, but saw Kazuha cast a suspicious look at him: "What? You dreamed of someone else?"

"...No, idiot, that's a boy... Hey, it's not what you think anyway, that kid looks about 13 years old." Hattori rolled his eyes.

"Hey, are there any children of this age in this small town?" Xiaolan tried hard to recall, "We walked around the town yesterday, and it seems that many residents here have moved away, and most of the people who stayed were middle-aged people. Or the elderly who are getting older rarely see young people, right He Ye."

He Ye Lianlian nodded: "Yes."

"Ah, that person should be the child in that castle."

Before Hattori finished speaking, two more people walked into the restaurant.

It was Hakuba Tan and Meguro Ero, the former yawned and seemed sleepy, which is rare, Hattori's impression was that this person had always been meticulous and stinking, and had almost never done any disrespectful behavior in front of others.

"Good morning." Meguro greeted.

Xiaolan: "Good morning, Mr. Baima and Mr. Meguro."

"Mr. Baima didn't sleep well last night?" He Yefa asked.

"Yes, I'm sorry, I had a strange dream last night."

"Could it be that you also dreamed of a white boy?" Hattori raised his voice.

"You too?" Tan Baima asked in surprise.

"Actually, I too..." Shiliang Zhenchun silently raised her hand.

"Eh?! So many people?"

If there are only Conan and Hattori, it's okay to say that all four detectives dreamed about it, and suddenly there was a taste of a supernatural event.

"Is the boy you dreamed about about 13 years old, about 1.5 meters tall, a bit like an albino?" Conan asked.

White Horse Tan nodded.

Everyone looked at each other, and He Ye and Xiaolan couldn't help shivering, the faces of the two girls turned pale: "Mo, could it be the earth binding spirit..."

A voice suddenly appeared behind them: "I don't think it should be."

The two girls almost screamed, standing behind them was Huili who was helping out at the hotel, and Huili brought Baima and the others their breakfast, and said, "The pure white boy you are talking about is probably that The son of the owner of the castle."

"It scared me to death." He Ye patted his chest.

"I'm sorry, Boss Qiandao is not feeling well today, so I'm here to serve you in the morning." Eri frowned, wearing a simple kimono, with a single ponytail tied behind her head, giving her a refreshing demeanor.

Hearing that Keiko Chishima was unwell, Mao Li quickly asked, "Is it serious?"

"Not really, but in the last half month, Boss Qiandao seems to be unable to sleep well every night, maybe because of insomnia." Eili guessed, "But don't worry everyone, you should rest for a while and you'll be fine."

"Who is the son of the castle owner you mentioned earlier?" Xiaolan asked.

"Well, everyone should know, because they are very concerned about that castle. After the castle was built, a group of people moved in and lived there for a while, but then moved away. Only one castle guard stayed until half a century ago. It seems that a rich man bought that castle a month ago." Huili recalled.

"Have you met the owner of that castle?" Conan asked.

"No, but someone in the town has seen it. It is said that it is a foreigner who lives in the castle because his son is weak and needs to rest. He also heard that his son has leukemia and cannot get out of bed on weekdays, so no one has seen it. He doesn't even know what his name is."

Weak?

Conan and Heiji glanced at each other, remembering that when they saw the boy yesterday, the boy jumped off a one-meter-high tree neatly, and he didn't look weak.

He Ye: "Speaking of which, have you seen Hattori?"

"I met once in the forest yesterday."

"Maybe it was a deep impression, so I dreamed about it. After all, leukemia is quite rare." Uncle Mao Li said indifferently.

"But the only ones I saw were Conan and Hattori-kun, no matter what, all four of them dreamed about it, isn't it somewhat strange?"

Meguro Eluo: "Well, Conan-kun, the person you saw..."

At this time, Hinata suddenly brought the cameraman into the restaurant: "Oh, it just so happens that you are all here."

Facing the camera, everyone who wanted to discuss something shut up, and Hinata said enthusiastically: "That's right, Detective Koshien is about to begin!"

Oh, no one is looking forward to it.

Conan showed half-moon eyes, and was about to confirm with Hattori, but found that this person showed fighting spirit in his eyes.

Hey, no.

"Dear viewers, as you can see, this time we have invited a famous detective who has shined recently, Mori Kogoro as a judge, and..." Hinata originally wanted to introduce Meguro Era, but was surprised to find him I don't know when I left the restaurant, and I was a little embarrassed for a while, so I had to skip Meguro and introduce others first, "Well, our contestants are high school detectives from Kansai, Hattori Heiji."

Hattori Heiji greeted the camera generously.

"A high school student detective who came back from England, Detective White Horse."

The camera panned over, and the white horse, which was not in good condition, barely smiled.

"There are also female high school student detectives who often appear in newspapers recently," Hinata said emphatically on the word 'woman', "Sera is so pure!"

"You don't need to emphasize that it's a girl." Shiliang Zhenchun scratched her hair in embarrassment, "Isn't it obvious?"

"No, no, this is still emphasized."

"Eh, is that so?"

"Ahem, finally, this Detective Koshien, just like I said before, gathers high school detectives to compete against each other, and the puzzles of the competition are my self-confidence, please look at the blackboard!" Hinata said confidently He waved his hands full.

いち, い, いごい, いち, いごち, いごち, ちごい, ちごいち, いごち, いちごいち, いごいちえ

Ok?

interesting.

Conan couldn't help but glanced a few more times, and at this time, Hattori, Hakuba, and Sera Masumi had already taken out their notebooks to write down.

Hey, aren't you full of energy? !

"I think everyone has already written it down? The answer to the mystery will be revealed before nine o'clock tonight. Please write the answer on a piece of paper and pass it to me. The person who completes it first and has the correct answer is the No. .1. It is forbidden to exchange answers with other people, and it is also forbidden to ask for foreign aid. Please leave your mobile phone to us for safekeeping during the competition. Of course, we will provide a walkie-talkie here for the convenience of calling.

If you can't think of it for a while, we will give a reminder at the festival in the town tonight, please be sure to participate when the time comes," Hyuga finished his introduction.

Maori thought about the photos taken on the phone: "いち, it's the number one, what are the ones behind?"

"Mr. Mori must have the answer, right?" Hinata led the photographer up, "For a famous detective like you, such a code should not trouble you, right?"

"Ahaha, of course! But for the sake of the show, I won't talk about it now..."

Absolutely did not think of it.

Conan looked at the uncle with his half-moon eyes open. At this time, he noticed that Meguro Eluo was still standing outside the corridor. He remembered what he hadn't finished before, as well as his vague guess, and ran out: "Mr. Meguro, why are you standing outside? ?”

"Huh?" Meguro Eluo bent down to look at Conan, thought for a while and said, "It's not convenient for me to show up on TV."

Conan blinked: "Why?"

"Because of some inconvenient reasons," Meguro scratched his head, "and I'm not very interested in this program."

"I see," Conan lowered his head slightly, adjusted his expression, and then raised his head to show a pure smile, "Did Mr. Meguro want to ask us some questions before, and Uncle Hyuga came in and seemed to interrupt you if."

Of course Meguro knew Conan's true face, but he was willing to pretend to be ignorant: "I heard that you saw a man in the forest? Can you describe to me the appearance of that man in detail?"

"Okay." Conan didn't struggle much, and told Meguro Eluo about the matter of him and Hattori in the forest yesterday, including that the rumor of being weak was a bit inconsistent with what they found.

"A boy around 13 years old." Meguro Eruo nodded, "I see, thank you."

Does he really care about this information?

Conan's eyes flashed, he raised his head and pretended to ask casually, "Is Mr. Meguro going to that forest next?"

"Um, is it that obvious?"

Conan shook his head: "I just feel that although Aunt Qiandao said that she doesn't need to care about the entrustment, the purpose of Detective Meguro's coming here should not be just for the entrustment fee, otherwise you wouldn't have been out for so long."

"Although it's just my guess...that commission was just an opportunity, but even without this commission, you would have come here to investigate."

Meguro lowered his head slightly, his expression seemed to have changed at this moment, the usual gentle smile disappeared from the corner of his mouth, and there was an inexplicable sense of oppression when he was not smiling.

Conan couldn't help swallowing, regretting for a moment.

But he wanted too much to be sure.

The detective who is often mentioned by his father, is now...

Meguro Era bent down and reached out to Conan under Conan's nervous gaze.

In Conan's eyes, this moment seemed to stretch infinitely, and finally the hand landed on his head and rubbed it vigorously.

"Well, I do have other purposes for coming here."

Conan even forgot about the messy hands on his head, and his eyes were fixed on Meguro Eluo.

"Of course, I can't tell you."

Conan:  …

Meguro Eluo didn't seem to see the speechlessness on Conan's face, and said with a smile: "These things are too early for you."

After finishing speaking, he casually found an excuse to find an opportunity to leave. Conan looked at his back, his glasses reflecting slightly.

"Do you want to follow him?" Hattori leaned against the door, "You really care."

Conan didn't answer for a while.

Hattori urged him impatiently: "If you don't catch up, maybe you won't find anyone."

"Hattori, I can do it alone."

"What nonsense, do you think I'll let you go on an adventure alone?" Hattori rolled his eyes.

"No, listen to me, I need you to do something."

After specifically asking Hattori Heiji not to follow, Conan quickly caught up with Meguro Era's back, but he didn't dare to follow too closely, he just chased behind him far away, maintaining a distance of about ten meters.

Before walking into the forest, Meguro Eluo glanced behind intentionally or unintentionally, with a smile on the corner of his mouth.

But keep up, detective.

As the saying goes, an investigator who does not commit suicide is not a good investigator. From this point of view, Meguro Eluo is very optimistic about Conan's qualifications as an investigator.

Curiosity kills the cat, and it kills the detective, but someone has to bring out the truth buried in the mists, doesn't it?