Conan: This repairman is not very knowledgeable

"..."

Amuro couldn't tell Kuroda Hyōe about his exploitation in Polo, let alone reveal Lin Feng's identity.

He doesn't care about money, he cares about his life!

"By the way, that child, he came with you, right?" Kuroda asked Conan, who was wearing glasses.

He had seen this elementary school student in several previous cases, so he wasn't a stranger to him.

"He's probably just hanging out nearby, or maybe he made plans with some friends or something." Amuro shook his head.

I was quite vigilant along the way, so it was unlikely that Conan would be following me without me noticing.

"Is that so?" Kuroda Hyōe looked at the photo on the big screen.

That kid clearly looked like he was looking for something...

……

"No."

Conan, who had been skateboarding around the neighborhood, returned to Amuro's car.

There's no other way, I have to go back first.

It seems that our Mr. Amuro does indeed have some secrets.
However, Lin Feng didn't explain it clearly.

The dog-headed detective scratched his head vigorously and, before it got dark, rode his skateboard back to Poro in Beika Town.

"Yo!"

He had just walked in carrying his skateboard, intending to ask Miss Azusa and Mr. Paul more about Mr. Amuro, when a dark-skinned guy waved at him and gave him a cool greeting.

"..."

"Huh?" Conan didn't know why Hattori would suddenly appear here.

"Gong...it's been a long time!"

Hattori is still the same as always; he always has to shout it out to stop himself.

"Why don't they ever say hello..." Conan walked to his seat, saw the curry rice on the table, and said speechlessly.

He would always call himself Kudo Kudo in public.

"No one was upstairs, so I ordered a curry rice to fill my stomach. It was really delicious!" Hattori said, giving a thumbs up.

It's just as good as those famous shops.

Moreover, how should I put it, this Mr. Paul looks very professional.

"Didn't you hear me...?" Conan's eyes were already dead.

This guy……

"Well, well, a sudden appearance is more surprising, isn't it? Don't you want to see me?" Hattori waved his hand and said while eating.

We're best buddies, unlike other guys.

"Speak, what is it?" Conan wasn't moved by the guy's "truth" and sat down with his arms crossed, asking.

You always come with a case, so why are you empty-handed this time?
"It's just on my way, I plan to stay one night before going back."

"Also, the kendo tournament is going to be held." Hattori said seriously after finishing his curry rice.

There are grains of rice on your face...

Conan had no idea why this guy was suddenly trying to be cool.

What problems exist with the Kendo tournament?

"Haha, I just suddenly felt a bit of pressure," Hattori said, wiping his mouth and laughing.

I wonder how Okita is doing, and what about Onimaru Takeshi, and...

"Can't you sleep?" Conan raised his wrist and opened the aiming cover of his watch.

Leave it to me, I guarantee you'll sleep soundly until dawn.

"Hey, hey, hey, I just wanted to stop by and gather some information." Hattori grabbed Kudo's wrist.

Is Okita still training in the mountains?

If that's the case, I can't relax either.

"You should ask Lin Feng about this; they're probably in contact."

"But if that Iron Sword contestant participates, what will you do to win?" Conan said, pursing his lips.

I think you should just admit defeat when the time comes.

After all, that guy isn't human.

"We haven't even started fighting yet, why are you already siding with the enemy!" Hattori said, clearly displeased.

"..." It's just self-deception.

Conan didn't bother to say anything.

"I haven't asked you yet, why did you go out to skateboard by yourself?" Hattori was also curious, wondering where Kudo had gone on his skateboard instead of sticking to Ran.

"I'm going to... never mind, it's nothing." Conan thought for a moment, but still didn't tell Hattori about Mr. Amuro.

I don't know anything about myself yet, so there's nothing to say.

The dog-headed detective believed that the repairman's decision to entrust the investigation to him indicated that the risk was not too high.

Perhaps Mr. Amuro is just having a secret date with someone or something.

"Oh?"

His words piqued Hattori's interest, and he kept asking questions, inquiring whether something new had happened, or if there were any new cases.

"We can go find Lin Feng first."

“His small apartment is available tonight, you can stay there,” Conan said, glancing at the time.

"Huh? Aren't you going to sleep with me?" Hattori looked a little disappointed.

Then I would have come for nothing.

We could talk about murder cases all night long.

There are quite a few cases in Osaka that I can share recently.

"Time to practice kendo, Hattori," Conan said, picking up his skateboard again, speechless.

I've had quite a day to go...

……

A transition.

As evening fell, the two rang the doorbell at Lin Feng's house.

"Why did you bring him here?" Lin Feng asked the dog-headed detective, puzzled.

Bring him here, and I'll give you some clues.

wishful thinking.

"Why do you always say things like that to me?" Hattori said angrily.

We're good friends.

"What are you saying, Hattori? Dinner is ready at home, and we're waiting for you." Lin Feng patted Hattori on the shoulder, warmly welcoming him.

"Really?"

"But I've already eaten in Polo." Hattori was a little happy, but then he touched his stomach. He wasn't hungry yet; he was already about 60-70% full from that curry rice.

"I've already eaten, so I won't bother you any longer..." Conan said, turning to leave.

Please let me go, please let me go...

The deity did not sense his request; a hand had already grabbed his head.

All of you, come inside!

Sitting down at the dining table, Hattori finally saw the owner of the women's shoes by the door.

She was a very pretty older sister, and she looked quite virtuous in her apron.

But what kind of dish is this?

Hattori looked at Kudo with a questioning gaze.

This looks like a fish, doesn't it?

"..." Conan had planned everything perfectly, but he never expected to arrive at mealtime.

"She's developed a passion for cooking, and she's getting better and better at it," Lin Feng said with a smile, looking at the two of them.

You should give me face and eat more.

"Brother Lin, I've come to ask about Okita's situation," Hattori said, pursing his lips.

"Idiot!" Conan cursed inwardly.

Asking questions at this time is just asking for trouble; you're just asking to get ripped off.

"Let's talk after we finish eating," Lin Feng said warmly, sharing the food with everyone.

Even Conan pushed the dishes toward Hattori.

You can eat it all! (End of Chapter)