Conan: This repairman is not very knowledgeable

The day before Officer Nobu's wedding in the village.

Shibuya.

Uncle Mori, along with Ran and Conan, arrived at the hotel where the wedding was being held, as invited by the guests.

"There is a helicopter landing platform on the roof of the building. After the wedding banquet, we plan to take a helicopter tour around Tokyo."

In the hotel lounge, Tsutomu Muraka looked out at the helicopter and smiled as he talked about the wedding plans for tomorrow.

This scene is truly romantic.

Even those talking about Devil Village couldn't help but become engrossed in it.

"Oh!"

Xiao Lan's eyes lit up.

She had just seen the photos of Miss Christina in her wedding dress; she looked absolutely stunning.

Conan looked at the blonde beauty who was gently and considerately helping the village police officer add sugar to his coffee cup, and shook his head.

What a joke.

He doesn't seem like a con artist who deceives people's feelings at all.

However, Lin Feng's words were indeed somewhat vague, and I still need to observe him carefully.

"Mouri, are you ready to say something?" Muraka took a sip of his sweet coffee, which reflected his current mood.

"I prepared a little last night. Come on, let me show you." Uncle Mori took out a piece of paper, stood up and said.

“I can add some things about Christina, let me tell you…” Murakami followed Kogoro out.

After watching the two leave the lounge and close the door, Christina looked at Conan and Ran and asked with a smile:

"Why didn't I see that famous detective's disciple today?"

"Brother Lin Feng?"

"He seems to have stayed home all day," Xiaolan said honestly, after a moment of surprise.

Polo downstairs did not see the other party.

However, they hadn't exchanged more than a few words before, so why did Miss Christina suddenly ask about Brother Lin Feng?

Is this some kind of dangerous sign?
"It's nothing. I just wanted to ask if we might need to trouble him if he really knows massage." Christina explained with a gentle smile, as if she could see Xiaolan's doubts.

To be honest, Ran had also heard some rumors about Lin Feng. She was about to wave her hand to deny it for Lin Feng when Conan spoke up.

"Brother Lin Feng did indeed learn this technique from an old gentleman!"

The dog-headed detective said, sipping his juice and wiggling his short legs.

He was merely trying to cover up the lie out of caution and skepticism.

"really?"

“Nu’s arm also needs treatment,” Christina said with a look of surprise.

"Well... Lin Feng will probably be attending the wedding tomorrow too. You can ask him then." Ran didn't know much about it, but Conan was quite certain.

“That’s wonderful,” Christina said with a nod and a smile.

"..."

Conan began to carefully analyze Miss Christina's behavior in his mind.

There are indeed things that don't seem right.

Yesterday, when I heard about massage, I immediately refused. But today, the topic came up again, and I seemed quite interested.

No, it doesn't seem like anything...

Outside the lounge.

A designated smoking area.

"Mouri, thank you so much this time," Muraka Tsutomu said with a smile, refusing the cigarette offered by the mustachioed detective.

"nothing."

"You two seem to be still in the honeymoon phase, don't you?" Uncle Mori withdrew his hand, took a puff of his cigarette, and asked in a teasing tone.

He's really something, daring to speak to the devil's village like that.

"Yes, Christina is very gentle. I feel like she's changed a lot since then..."

When it comes to this, Tsutomu Murakami seems to have endless things to say, while Uncle Mori can only smoke and listen attentively.

It sounds like they're still in the stage of holding hands and kissing...

Seeing the Devil Village in this state, Uncle Mori couldn't say anything more.

After all, this guy doesn't even smoke anymore... After briefly reviewing the wedding ceremony, the Mori family of three bid farewell to the newlyweds.

"Uncle, what questions did you ask the village elder?" Conan looked up and asked the bumbling detective.

"I'm probably just imagining things. The people in the Devil Village don't seem to be rich," Uncle Mori said, waving his hand.

Honestly, it's all Lin Feng's fault for suddenly saying he believes me.

It's gotten to the point where I'm starting to believe in myself...

"Anyway, Brother Lin Feng will be at the wedding tomorrow, nothing will happen," Conan reassured him.

"Why are you suddenly asking about Brother Lin Feng?" Xiao Lan was a little concerned about Miss Christina's question.

……

"Click~"

Miss Christina unlocked the door and returned to her apartment alone.

"It's really difficult."

I am the only one left.

Her tone changed, becoming impatient and somewhat disdainful, reverting to her usual Pramia.

She simply found the wedding too troublesome.

I was busy all day today.

Pramia tossed her handbag onto the shoe cabinet and walked into the house barefoot.

"Tokyo, Shibuya, you really did follow the clues here."

"However, how could my backup plan possibly fail?"

She couldn't figure it out.

After confirming that the bearded man was close to the Metropolitan Police Department, she began detonating the explosives remotely.

As a result, the tablet remained completely unresponsive, and later even the GPS system stopped working.

After some thought, Pramia decided to spread some information.

Let those idiots know that I'm in Shibuya.

The operation is tomorrow night!

"Hehehe..."

A maniacal, cold laugh emanated from inside the room, interspersed with occasional utterances of the word "death."

Suddenly, the phone rang.

Pramia closed his laptop, frowned, and answered the call.

"What's your decision? I don't have the patience to wait any longer." The caller was Gin again.

At least for now, his organizational background gave him an edge over the bomber.

“I’ve thought it through. I’ll join you as soon as things are settled here,” Pramia gave a definite answer.

"Heh, you should know our style. I'll be waiting for you here in Europe." Gin welcomed him while also adding a threat.

No one dared to mess with the organization.

"Of course, shouldn't I think of a name for this wine beforehand, as a code name?" Pramia asked with a laugh.

"Remember my words, don't cause too much of a commotion in Tokyo."

Gin ignored her joke, reminded her again, and then hung up the phone.

"That annoying guy."

"After this is over, no one will be able to find me!" Pramia slammed the phone on the table, her eyes filled with murderous intent, her fingers flying across the keyboard.

Come on, everyone!
Come find me!

……

at the same time.

Inside a restaurant.

The dog-headed detective, sitting in the toilet with headphones on, looked as if he had been terrified by something, his face changing drastically.

Yes, because Lin Feng's words kept echoing in his head, he couldn't help but commit a crime again.

The doctor installed his latest eavesdropping device on Miss Christina's handbag.

Hearing such terrifying things... (End of Chapter)