Conan: This repairman is not very knowledgeable

"Task……"

Because of Lin Feng's words, the dog-headed detective sat comfortably in his seat and finished his extra-large breakfast.

Actually, it's alright.

It wasn't very tasty, but it wasn't terrible either.

There's just a feeling that breakfast was wasted and that having your stomach filled up like this is a sin.

"You seem to have said that people who waste food should go to hell," Conan said, glancing at the repairman.

"Probably..." Lin Feng showed his empty bowl to the other person.

We never waste anything.

"You're the one who said that people who make terrible food will also go to hell," Conan said in a low voice, glancing at the woman humming a tune as she stood in the kitchen.

"I never thought she'd go to heaven either." Lin Feng rinsed his mouth, and after making sure there was no food residue in it, he breathed a sigh of relief.

"Now you should tell me, what mission do you want to give me?" Conan said, pursing his lips.

Don't you find Amuro suspicious?

Lin Feng wasn't speaking behind anyone's back.

Curaçao also heard the question and couldn't help but turn to look at the two people at the table.

Are you serious?

"suspicious?"

"You mean the matter of him becoming the uncle's apprentice?"

"He's paid his tuition several times," Conan added, waving his hand.

It's all my fault; my reasoning skills are too strong, and the reputation of the Sleeping Detective is indeed too great.

“I always felt that he had ulterior motives for returning to Polo.”

"Moreover, it's not simple at all." Lin Feng patted the detective's little hand and continued.

Don't be too quick to deny it.

Believe me, this person definitely has a problem.

"..." Curaçao didn't know what to say.

Their motives are certainly not pure.

"What do you mean?" Conan was a little confused.

What was the purpose? What was in the store that people were interested in? Or did the number of customers only increase again after Mr. Amuro went back?

"If you can't complete this task, I think you won't be able to complete any other tasks either." Lin Feng was unwilling to discuss it further.

Still asking?

I'll just tell you everything.

"The truth may not be so far away from you," Curaçao said with a smile as she passed by Conan.

"Mr. Amuro's purpose in returning to Poirot..." Conan muttered as he walked out the door.

The fact that both of them are talking like this suggests that they know the truth.

Strange things.

I don't see anything wrong with it.

By the way, Mr. Amuro seems to be quite skilled as well; he even helped out during the terrorist hijacking of the airship.

others?
He has many friends, and they always need his help. He takes a day off every few days and doesn't care if his salary is docked.

With various possibilities in mind, the dog-headed detective walked back to the doctor's house.

"Shinichi, what's wrong?" the professor asked the absent-minded washing machine.

I went out with Lin Feng, how did things turn out like this?
Did he give you a riddle too?

"Doctor, you all know Mr. Amuro from Polo, right?"

"That guy Lin Feng actually said that Mr. Amuro has a problem." Conan frowned, not quite believing it.

However, Lin Feng's intelligence is essentially Hiroki's intelligence, so it's unlikely that there would be any errors.

“I also feel that he’s a bit different from ordinary people.” Sera, who was still sitting on the sofa, clapped his hands and said with a strong sense of agreement.

"Something's different?" Conan looked over and asked.

This guy's a detective too, he must have figured something out. "Hmm..."

"It's just a feeling that he shouldn't be an ordinary person." After a moment of contemplation, Sera gave a rather absurd explanation.

"I feel like I should be a billionaire," Ai, wearing a white lab coat, said, patting her empty pockets.

"Hey, she's really good with words," Sera whispered to Conan.

They stabbed me really fast.

"You mustn't offend her," Conan said, offering a silent reminder.

You're a frivolous person too, saying useless things.

"Lin Jun is just teasing you, isn't he?" the doctor said with a laugh.

Don't take it seriously, don't take it seriously.

"Among detective skills, there should be something like tracking and investigation, right?" Mary Akai asked Conan.

"This is not good."

"Doctor, please prepare the eavesdropping equipment and spare batteries for me." After only a second of hesitation, Conan decided that he would take on this task himself.

“Okay, no problem,” Professor Agasa said, scratching his head.

"I'm warning you, this seems to be a criminal act," Ai said, looking at the bald old man.

"It's not like I was the one eavesdropping, and Shinichi won't betray me," the professor said with a smile.

I have that much confidence.

"Hopefully they won't use torture to extract a confession..." the dog-headed detective said, rolling his dead fish eyes.

What serious offense did I commit? Look at Kaito next door, what kind of people has he messed with?

I wish I could skin the doctor, the guy who provided the props, alive.

"Ahem, I've already erased all traces," Professor Agasa said, waving his chubby little hand.

Not even a single fingerprint was left.

That's none of my business!

Riding on the skateboard that Dr. Agasa recently developed, Conan dashed out of the yard at an incredible speed.

The solar-powered skateboard has been upgraded again. A full charge during the day can last for an hour or two at night without any problem, and the power is really super strong.

The next thing to call it is a nuclear-powered skateboard.

"Let's give it a try!"

Conan stopped at the roadside on his skateboard, waiting for the light, and pressed the hidden button on his glasses.

Despite its simple design, it can cause intelligent roadblocks that can distinguish directions to veer off course.

He has quite a few props on him now.

Besides soccer balls, shoes, and overalls, there were also watches, trackers, listening devices, and loudspeakers...

It's hard to imagine that a primary school student would carry these things around like a professional secret agent.

"It feels a bit strange to investigate Mr. Amuro."

The dog-headed detective, feeling somewhat strange, finally stepped through Poirot's door.

We can't use the usual methods to deal with a detective as sharp as Mr. Amuro.

"Mr. Amuro, you're here early today too!" Conan greeted the blond chef behind the bar as soon as he entered.

"Yes, the manager said he wants chocolate cake today, so I need to prepare it early," Amuro said while busy at work.

"Brother Lin Feng was just saying that casually, right?" Conan jumped onto a seat next to the bar and said.

Don't take it too seriously.

“That’s right, we can’t be too compliant with the store manager.” Azi also felt that this made sense and nodded.

"The boss just wanted to eat a cake."

Paul shook his head and said when he saw everyone looking at him.

There's something wrong with that.

"By the way, Mr. Amuro, I remember you mentioned you used to study boxing?" Conan glanced at Paul speechlessly, then continued his questioning. (End of Chapter)