As a screenwriter, I don't understand you very well

Takagi, who was still standing, looked at the genius detective who had met once in the coffee shop, and fell silent.

——Have detectives evolved into this these days? ? !

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The police officers in the conference room couldn't help but twitched their mouths.

If what the boy just said is true...

Then the fact is that they have been busy for almost a morning without any progress, and the horrific kidnapping incident. Although the whole face can't be seen with a mask in front of him, the boy who looks too young at first glance, just entered the conference room. After casually listening to Takagi's report that only contained the most basic information, and with two glances at the screen, I got a clue that I might not be able to find it if I asked them to work overtime for a week...

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There was no emotion on Qian Yuche's face, but he couldn't help but scratch the palm of his hand under the table.

so boring.This kind of boring case can be seen through at a glance, what's so fun about it? ...Is it necessary to be so surprised?Although he knows that most people in this world are stupid, but this time the truth is really in front of his eyes, right? [Confusion.jpg]

Might as well continue to go to the small room to eat snacks...

He once again experienced the mood of chaotic steps.

[With all due respect, everyone here is all goldfish.jpg]

"Now the kidnappers have brought the hostages here, police gentlemen," the silver-haired boy tapped the big map on the table, and said slowly, "If you don't act, you will really be taken out of the country. It's very troublesome."

"Uh, sorry, may I ask how you deduced it?" Officer Sato looked at the boy seriously.

Make sure nothing goes wrong and nothing goes wrong.

Seeing that Qian Yuche didn't want to explain, Police Officer Mu Mu stepped forward, recalled the documents approved by the above, hesitated for a moment, and said: "It's okay, brother Qian Yu, you just need to confirm whether what you said is true."

"It's true." The silver-haired boy shook his head dissatisfied, "The wear and tear on the car, the model, traces, transportation standards, dust splashes... so many clues, they tell you the whereabouts of the hostages clearly through the pictures, you But I didn’t see it!!”

The people in the conference room once again: ...

[Hahaha Conan's eyes are once again all! 】

【Everyone, look at Takagi's broken expression (silent screenshot.jpg)】

【Takagi: After all, I can't keep up with the times】

[Everyone in Goose Goose Conan is really miserable, but this is not your fault, it is that the other party has surpassed the scope of human beings (no mercy.jpg)]

[Knead Conan's dog's head (love.jpg)]

The boy turned to look at Matsuda: "Let's go? They should be fine."

He will sort out the information later and send it to the Mu Mu police officer. If he has a plan and can't catch people, it's really useless.

Matsuda Jinhei was watching vigorously, and when he heard this sentence suddenly, his first reaction was to find that he was delighted to be classified as "us" by the boy.

Gee.

He was shocked for a moment, and suddenly came back to his senses: "Ah, okay, let's go."

The curly-haired police officer waved to the police officers who were staring at him very flatly, then strode after the boy and walked out of the room.

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With a "click", the door closed again, and the conference room returned to its original appearance, as if those two people had never been here.

However, the subtle atmosphere in the meeting room at this time was promoting his own sense of existence, and no one spoke for a while.

"Cough cough." Police officer Mu Mu, who was always smiling, felt inexplicably tired. He sighed and explained slowly, "It's like this..."

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the next day.

"Thank you very much!" The 60-year-old director bowed down and shook hands sincerely with the boy who was several rounds younger than him, using honorifics, "If it wasn't for you, Yota might have..."

The little boy who looked only eleven or twelve years old also bowed along with his father.

Qian Yuche stared at the father and son who were indeed in a very good relationship, the mist in his eyes dissipated slightly, and a trace of envy and warmth that he hadn't noticed quickly flashed across.

"Yangtai is my old man, and I usually dote on him very much. I didn't expect this kind of thing to happen... Do you need any reward? As long as I can do it, just ask!"

The rich man, who was just showing his old age, held the hand of the lost and recovered child tightly, and said to the boy.

Police officer Mumu on the side was about to say something, but closed his mouth again.

Takagi looked at the boy with envy and admiration, and couldn't hide the emotion on his face.

——If he had this brain, wouldn't his dream of chasing Sato come true?

Coupled with the young man's face...it's like a murder weapon, isn't it! !

Takagi looked at the boy who took off his mask today, weeping silently.

"One billion yen." The silver-haired boy didn't say anything else, and said bluntly, "One billion yen is fine, I want cash."

The director froze for a moment, but didn't speak immediately.

——For them, money is the least important thing. This request is completely too simple, "Does it only need one billion?"

"Ah."

"Okay, I'll prepare it now! It will be delivered to you in a while."

The silver-haired boy waved his hand to show he knew.

The onlookers were once again envious of Takagi.

How many shifts he has to work without sleep, how many years of work, can he get one billion yen...

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Qian Yuche felt that one billion yen was nothing.

Because of the exchange rate, Shibusawa used to help him make a set of clothes for more than this price.

Coupled with any patent fees, money from cheating, etc., one billion yen is really not worth mentioning.

So this one billion yen is naturally for something else.

Looking at the black-clothed bodyguard who came in with director Katsumura, and the big box in the bodyguard's hand, the silver-haired boy stretched his waist, and snapped his fingers beautifully at Takagi: "This police officer, please help me get it." How about a pen and paper?"

Takagi nodded in a daze, then trotted and turned around to get things.

After the pen and paper were brought, the silver-haired boy slowly opened the box, glanced roughly at the thick wads of coins in the box, and nodded in satisfaction, ignoring the hesitant expression of the police officer Mu Mu next to him.

Under the watchful eyes of everyone, the young man took a pen and left ink marks on the white paper——

["Dead souls find their way home eventually." - by Cinderella]

The pen is sharp and beautiful.

Because of the angle and distance, no one saw what the boy wrote, only the arc of the lips of the amazingly beautiful boy and the note that was randomly thrown into the box.

"Clap" sound.

The wooden box closes.

Except for Qian Yuche himself, no one knows——

Everything in the box, after the boy closed the lid, evaporated and disappeared like magic.

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The water friends who saw the note from God's perspective trembled.

[I, I was keenly aware of something when I saw one billion yen just now. After all, one billion yen is completely sprinkled with water at Koasaba's level. I really didn't expect—(Broken sound)]

[So, the dog official is going to revive Mingmei...? 】

【Prosperous and fiery in a trance】

【Woooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooo So can we, Xiao Ai, finally be able to hug my sister again? (tears)]

【But why?How did you do it? !Is Koasawa's supernatural ability? ? ! 】

[No, blind guess is not, intuition (deep.jpg)]

【Metaphysics Today】

【do not care!What do you care about the script team! !How can mortals like us know what is going on in their minds? (pointing.jpg)]

[Ah Liai Liai (Conan's same style), I'm really curious about the reason why the dog official did this]

[Maybe it's a conscience discovery that decides to rescue all the staff?Look, in the original version, the police academy team who died in various ways (?) are still alive and well, aren’t they? (Salted fish lying flat.jpg)]

[Big stick, please don’t let the five-kill-four tragedy happen again...]

……

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the other side.

Matsuda Jinpei, who was not there just now, was standing at the dazzling dessert window, and fell silent in front of the various small cakes on display but the prices were outrageously high.

Oops, I'm afraid my wallet will shrink a lot...

With an expression of resignation (?), he quickly told the salesperson the several types of cakes the boy wanted, took out the banknotes in the bag without looking at them, and then carried two bags filled with luxurious words from beginning to end. Cake, walk out of this shop.

Forget it, as long as the little genius is happy, he uses his brain so much, so he really needs to replenish his sugar.

He naturally found a reason for his lost money, which was comforting.

He had just taken two steps, and his excellent policemanship made him keenly aware of something.

Matsuda Jinpei suddenly turned around, still holding two big bags in his hand, staring at two men in black clothes not far away.

——He was really worried last time. The man who was probably the little genius brother taught the boy some weird things, so that the boy could say "wear your clothes" with a pure face , his policeman's soul (?) was about to move, and the silver handcuffs were eager to try, so he asked the boy a lot of information about the man with the same long silver hair as him.

Let him take a closer look at the two people opposite.

Well, a silver-haired guy, a big guy with sunglasses, a black top hat and windbreaker, dark green eyes, doesn't look like a good guy with a vicious aura...

Very good, except for some strange descriptions such as dog lovers, everything else is fine.

Matsuda calmed down, and strode towards the two of them.

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Since it's such a coincidence, let's just get to know each other.

By the way, ask him what he usually teaches the young genius.

Although he sensed something was wrong, Matsuda, who was temporarily suppressed by the trust filter of the little genius, thought so.