Conan: This repairman is not very knowledgeable

"Conan, Mr. Murakami and the others invited Dad to the wedding tomorrow to check out the proceedings. Do you want to come along?"

Back upstairs at the Mouri Detective Agency.

Ran asked Conan.

The wedding is the day after tomorrow, but because Dad is going to give a speech, Minakata invited us to come and see the place a day early.

"I want to come along. It's the same hotel we went to last night, right?" Conan nodded.

He was unsure whether Lin Feng was telling the truth or not, and decided to observe Miss Christina further.

However, that uncle isn't very reliable...

The dog-headed detective turned to look at the guy in front of the TV who was yelling and shouting at Yoko Okino...

"Yes, Miss Christina will definitely look beautiful in her wedding dress." Xiaolan's face showed a hint of longing and envy.

When it comes to a pure white and sacred wedding dress, most girls think of this.

However, the boys had a different opinion...

……

"Mr. Furuya, I received an email!"

After taking the elevator to the underground space, Kazami strode towards the bulletproof glass, picked up the phone outside the door, and shouted to Amuro inside.

It was an email sent by an anonymous person.

Because of the explosion-proof isolation, the soundproofing here is also excellent, so this is the only way to communicate.

"It's an email about this bomb neutralizer, isn't it?" Amuro asked, his eyes flickering, but his expression remained calm.

"Yes."

"We've done a preliminary analysis, and we feel the chances of success are very high!"

"What exactly is this...?" Kazami was a little confused.

Who sent it?

Could it be the guy who made the bomb?

Not only the ingredients of this neutralizing agent, but also the structural diagram of the collar bomb were sent to them by the other party.

Now, Mr. Furuya won't die!
Thinking of this, Kazami breathed a sigh of relief. After all, Mr. Furuya was threatened with a bomb because of him.

"Could it be that he had dealings with that person before?" Amuro rested his fingers on his chin, lost in thought.

He didn't believe the bomber would have nothing better to do than manufacture the neutralizing agent in advance and store it somewhere for someone to steal.

This seems like something that was researched and prepared in advance.

"Him?" Kazami suddenly remembered.

Mr. Furuya mentioned before that he was going to call someone.

"That email was sent by the Dark Knight."

"He wants our Public Security Bureau to mass-produce neutralizing agents to deal with the upcoming incidents," Amuro explained to Kazami.

Although I don't know how the other party did it, they were ahead of me at every step, and even seemed to have the ability to predict the future.

However, preventing a potential explosion is the most important thing right now, so as long as the ingredients are effective, we must prepare more.

"Mass manufacturing?"

"Could it be that a large-scale explosion is about to occur?!" Kazami realized.

He had great faith in the Dark Knight.

Since they've said something like that, it's probably true.

"Don't be too nervous, I asked him to help me find that person."

“Even if I didn’t do it, he wouldn’t have watched this happen.”

"Now, let me get out of here first." Amuro's eyes sharpened, and a fire burned within him.

They even dared to come to our door, wanting to take revenge on the deceased.

This time, I will absolutely not let you get away with it!
"I, I understand!" Seeing Mr. Furuya's expression, Kazami knew that the other party was serious. His face became extremely serious, and he nodded. He immediately turned around and left to prepare the bomb neutralizer.

After his subordinate left, Amuro was left alone in the dimly lit underground space. He hung up the phone, sat down in a chair, and stared at a dark wall, lost in thought...

……

"Have you seen that woman?"

Curaçao, dressed in her pajamas, was busy in the kitchen, preparing dinner for her husband who was away at work, just like a virtuous housewife.

"seen."

"Don't add any weird seasonings..."

Lin Feng glanced at it from afar.

The pot was bubbling and bubbling, its color a bit yellow with red streaks, as if something had been added but not stirred properly.

It's impossible to tell what's being stewed or what it smells like.

"It's soy sauce, soy sauce is fine." Curacao took the soy sauce bottle, added two spoonfuls, and then started stirring the pot to prevent it from burning.

"Prumia, I've thought about that name carefully, and it seems to ring a bell."

Curaçao recalled that he seemed to have heard the name of this person when he was active in Europe, but he had never met him.

"He's a notorious bomber, but he probably won't dare mess with you."

"But she's quite pretty," Lin Feng said, shaking his head as he recalled their meeting that afternoon.

That's true, how can you lie if you're not pretty?

"How beautiful?" Curaçao asked curiously.

She wouldn't get jealous over such comments; she was genuinely curious.

Yesterday at the exercise site, she heard from the police that the other party was a blonde beauty.

"She looks a bit like the divorced foreign woman that Mr. Furuya from 3-chome just married."

"In her thirties, with a curvaceous figure and a very gentle demeanor."

"However, Mrs. Furuya became a completely different person after she got married, so I'm not too brave to go to her place."

Lin Feng then thought of the blonde woman from Third Street.

"What has it become?" Curaçao said, picking up the soy sauce again, feeling that the color was still a bit light.

"That's too audacious, her husband is still at home." Lin Feng shook his head, not wanting to say anything.

If such underhanded tactics were discovered, I would definitely be murdered in Beika Town.

People like that are very dangerous; you should stay away from them if you're doing repair work.

One spoonful, two spoonfuls, three spoonfuls...

After adding half a bottle of soy sauce, Curaçao finally stopped. She turned her head, glanced at Lin Feng, and said:
"It seems I don't know enough about your job."

What exactly are you going out to fix?
"Hehehe, you don't mean you want me to eat that thing, do you..." Lin Feng asked, pointing to the pot of food.

“Ragnarok said that even if she puts in extra salt, you’ll eat it all,” Curaçao said while stirring.

There was definitely a hint of anger in those few spoonfuls of soy sauce she just used, but she was completely focused on cooking before.

"Or, could you just mix salt into my rice?" Lin Feng still wanted to refuse.

"Wait a minute, let me eat first!"

Curaçao insisted that this was the dish for tonight, and that she would eat it with everyone.

"By the way, take me with you when you go to the wedding. I'd like to meet Miss Pramie too."

She was a little curious about what the other person looked like, but of course, she was even more curious about Mrs. Furuya...

"I heard that a new restaurant has opened nearby..." Lin Feng said after a moment of silence.

He doesn't have time to think about a minor character like Pramia right now.

“I used the highest-grade boxes of beef you mentioned,” Curaçao said, pointing towards the refrigerator.

"!!!" (End of Chapter)