Ghost Detective Kudo-kun

After bidding farewell to Haibara, Shinichi originally planned to go back to Osaka directly, but Conan ran out, stopped Shinichi, and asked him how he knew about Haibara's existence, why he came to find Haibara, and why did he come back after Haibara returned? It's that way.

Shinichi said that the attitude of Dr. Ari and Conan at the last funeral was wrong, so the detective's curiosity made him investigate Huiyuan, and then found that he and the young head of the research department of the group he knew looked alike. very similar.

When he said this, Shinichi could clearly notice that Conan's expression became tense, he paused, and changed his words politely: "But it's not like there are children who look alike, after all, I and that Kudo-kun are also very similar. picture."

"Ha, ha...that's right..." Conan held the back of his head and smiled awkwardly.

"Well, so I came here to make sure. If it's that person's younger sister, I want to entrust Conan to take good care of her. If not, Conan should also deal with her peers."

"Then is brother Xinyi sure now?"

The cane was stuck on the ground, Shinichi slid his hand along the edge of the cane, and stroked Conan's head: "Well, sure, they are fine, but they are all very cute girls. Conan wants to get along well with her, If there is a chance, I might be able to take Conan to meet the colleague I know."

"Okay." Conan agreed perfunctorily. He knew in his heart that the person mentioned in the new mouth should be Huiyuan before he became smaller, so it was impossible for him to see Sherry who was still organized later, so He didn't care about Shinichi's words.

But his thinking suddenly froze.

and many more.

Members of the Group Institute...

Conan's pupils gradually dilated.

Did Shinichi just say a group, not an organization?

"Wait, Brother Shinichi, can you describe the people in the group you met last time?" Conan eagerly grabbed Shinichi's clothes, and temporarily put other things behind his head.

"You mean Uozuka and Mr. Kurosawa?"

"Yes, it's them! What do they look like?"

"Uizuka's chin is wide, and I haven't seen his full face while wearing sunglasses all the time; Kurosawa-san should be of mixed race, with long blond hair...Conan?"

Shinichi, who seemed to be trying to remember, noticed Conan's horrified face, was slightly taken aback, and worriedly stretched out his hand to cover half of Conan's face: "Conan? Conan?" He called out patiently over and over again.

Conan came back to his senses and forced a smile.

Damn it, why didn't he suddenly think that the homophony of Uozuka Saburo and Kurosawa Jin is vodka and gin!The so-called group people are the people of the organization!

Is the group a cover-up for the organization, through which people in the organization have a clear identity in society, and have established a relationship with Shinichi without knowing it; or is the group simply an organization?

"Hey, Brother Shinichi, can you tell me about that group in detail?"

"Why is Conan suddenly interested in this?"

"I, I..." Conan blushed, and suddenly had a flash of inspiration at the critical moment, "I want to work in that group when I grow up! So I want to ask!"

Xinyi blinked, couldn't hold back, and let out a chuckle.

Although Shinichi's smile is rare, Conan feels that now is not the time to think about such things.

"Nah, brother Shinichi, just tell me, just tell me." Conan took Shinichi's hand and acted like a baby.

"Okay, okay, it's actually a group that's marching into the fields of technology and medicine..." Shinichi paused, thought for a while, and looked at Conan, "Otherwise, I'll take you to their company's branch next time." have a look?"

"Is it really possible?" After Conan was stunned for a moment, a strong look of excitement burst out on his face, "When?"

"Well... at least I have to wait until my injury is fully healed." Xin saw that Conan's ears seemed to be drooping on his head, and coughed lightly, "But before that, I can sort out the information I have compiled. Send it to you, hope it can help you."

He seems to have really believed that Conan is for employment.

Conan immediately revived on the spot.

"Brother Shinichi, thank you so much!" Conan excitedly hugged Shinichi's thigh, but he also remembered something, and explained solemnly, "But Brother Shinichi, if we meet with this organization next time... ah No, when dealing with the group, you must call me if you can."

Conan is worried that the new team will encounter accidents when facing the organization.

"It seems that Conan really can't wait to join the group I mentioned." Shinichi said, "Okay, I will pay attention, and Conan should study hard in school."

"Yeah, I will." Conan nodded seriously.

"Then I'll take my leave." Shinichi thought for a while, then thought of something, took out a J1 League ticket from his pocket and handed it to Conan, "Here, this is for you."

"This is……"

"Tickets for the J1 league, and great spectator seats." Shinichi said, "Does Conan like football? People around me are not very interested in football." Maybe you can accompany me to watch the live football match. "

Conan's attention was pulled away from the organization and back to reality.

He swallowed.

He stretched out his hand to take the ticket from Xinyi, with a childlike innocent smile on his face: "Of course I am willing!"

"It's really a lucky thing to get to know Brother Shinichi!"

The grace of saving one's life is a crit, and the like-mindedness is another crit. Conan's favorability for Shinichi has been easily brushed to the critical point by Shinichi, just waiting for a big breakthrough of opportunity.

Shinichi rubbed Conan's head, turned and left.

After promising to Conan those things that he can't do with his current ability, although Shinichi didn't have any psychological burden, he also felt that it was not good for him to just draw big cakes like this. Maybe he should work hard at these stages and do it. Something to do.

For example...

Deal with members of the organization.

Walking into a nearby convenience store with a cane, Shinichi stopped in front of the liquor shelf, scanning the liquor on it.

He turned his head and asked the staff to come over, helped to remove two or three bottles of wine, went to the cashier to pay the bill, then found the nearby apc1 restaurant, and asked for a separate box.

"Send me some recommended side dishes, can you help me make this pisco into pisco sour? Excuse me."

The waiter stepped back, Shinichi leaned his crutches against the wall behind the chair, leaned his body against the back of the chair, and dialed someone's number with ease.

The call was answered shortly after.

"Who is that?" The voice of a very energetic middle-aged man came from inside.

"Mr. Tunkou, good day." Shinichi greeted the person on the other end of the phone politely.

"Ah...it's Kudo-kun, it's been a long time since we saw each other."

"It's been a long time. The last time we met, please ask Mr. Tunkou to help me create an identity."

"Haha, yes, yes. Is there something wrong with looking for me this time? Is there a problem with my identity? My subordinates told me that many people seem to be checking your news..."