In Conan, the shrine is inherited

"What's going on?" Huihara Ai's emotions gradually calmed down, and she looked at Ye Qiuxin with bright eyes.

"The situation is that we don't have to deal with Tequila. If we want to give the winery a head-on blow, we still have to start with Pisco." Ye Qiuxin said, "Because Tequila blew himself to death."

"Ah?" Huiyuan Ai was stunned, her expression blank, "Are you kidding me?"

***

On the road near the Twin Towers skyscrapers.

Gin and Vodka stared at the glass fragments flying out from the building due to the violent impact. A big hole was blown out on the second floor of the building, and black smoke poured out from there, like the smoke from a steam locomotive. The diffuse black fog darkened the surrounding small area.

Vodka was horrified and pointed at the location of the explosion with trembling hands: "Brother, we..."

"Drive, go!" Gin ordered immediately.

"Yes, big brother!" Although Vodka's brain is not very good, he executes the driving instructions extremely well.

The driver in black leather shoes stepped on the accelerator and the car shifted into fifth gear. A strong push on the back suddenly came over him, making it difficult to breathe for a moment. The Porsche 365A quickly moved away from the road near the twin towers, like a meteor with a black tail.

Gin fastened his seat belt calmly.

The car was going too fast and he was worried that he would be thrown out.

***

There was an explosion, so the exhibition could not go on.

The staff at the scene quickly called the police. Ye Qiuxin took Huihara Ai's hand and went to the site of the explosion to observe it.

The scene was shocking.

When several people arrived, they immediately gasped.

The bathroom was full of charred marks left over from the explosion, and a large hole appeared in the wall.

Several toilet cubicles in the surrounding area were also blown away, with toilets and wooden boards shattered all over the ground. The water pipes were also blown up, and water continued to pour out from the broken pipes, forming a thin layer of puddles on the ground, soaking the scattered bricks, wooden boards, and tiles on the ground.

There were also several suspicious fragments with black cloth covering their surfaces.

They were burnt.

Black and red textures could be vaguely seen on it. According to Asai Narimi, this was the body of Tequila. The power of the explosion not only shattered his body, but also left no soul.

"How disgusting..." Ye Qiuxin whispered.

This scene really shocked him, and his heart was pounding.

To be honest, although he traveled through the Conan world, strictly speaking, he had not seen many corpses... Compared to Conan and Mouri Kogoro, the number must have been pitifully small.

Most of the bodies we saw looked normal.

This was the first time he had seen such a tragic death as Tequila's.

The blood and horror were all shattered into pieces.

Well, this is considered as evil being punished.

When Huiyuan Ai saw the scene inside, she pursed her lips slightly, but soon got used to it and said crisply: "You are right, it is very disgusting. This is the first time I have seen such a death, but people like him will also be punished for their evil deeds!"

Ye Qiuxin smiled, "You and I are thinking the same thing."

Huiyuan Ai glanced at him sideways, "You can laugh in this kind of situation?"

"It's a good thing to have fun in the midst of adversity."

"Except for you, no one is so carefree."

"There must be something." Ye Qiuxin pointed at Conan who was looking for something in the bathroom. "Look, Conan, it's not like he can adjust to his mood very quickly. He's rummaging around in there."

"He, he is a special case." Haibara Ai was still being stubborn.

"Let's let one let, let one let!"

Not far away, Kogoro Mouri's loud voice was heard, followed by Ran Mouri's apology.

Ye Qiuxin and Huihara Ai turned their heads and saw that Maori and his daughter had squeezed through the crowds of people and came to the corridor leading to the bathroom. It seemed that there were a few people following Maori and his daughter, standing in the distance without moving.

“They are coming too.”

"There was an explosion, they must come to take a look." Huihara Ai crossed her arms and saw several people behind her through the passage made by the crowd. She said softly, "That woman is the owner of this building, Tokiwa Mio. With such a vicious incident, I don't know if she will delay the opening ceremony of the building for a while."

"Whether she delays or not is none of my business. I won't come here again anyway."

"Are you scared?"

"What are you afraid of..." Ye Qiuxin curled his lips, "Anyway, we have to quickly resolve the matter here and go back to discuss Pisk's matter." He raised his hand and indicated his position, "Mr. Maori, here."

"Here we come!" Kogoro Mouri and Ran came quickly.

Afterwards, the two of them saw the ruins inside and sighed again.

Uncle Maori asked in a deep voice: "Student Qiu Xin, you have been at the exhibition venue. Do you know what happened here?"

"Someone was killed in the bathroom." Ye Qiuxin answered immediately.

"Where's Conan?" Xiaolan asked worriedly.

Ye Qiuxin looked back and saw that Conan had run away again.

He pointed and said casually: "As for Conan, he was in the bathroom just now."

"What, no way!" Xiaolan seemed to have thought of something, she covered her mouth in shock, tears welled up in her eyes, and begged, "I, I don't believe it, Qiu Xin, you must be lying to me, right!"

"Well, I'm not lying to you." Ye Qiu was speechless.

“This brat…” Maori Kogoro’s eyes instantly turned red, and he slammed the wall heavily, “This brat, I told him not to go to dangerous places, but he just wouldn’t listen! Otherwise… otherwise how could he have died!”

Ye Qiuxin: “…”

Did he say something misleading?

But no, someone was killed in the bathroom, Conan was in the bathroom, and he didn't lie to Xiaolan, so how could it be that Conan was killed in the explosion? It shouldn't be his fault.

Haibara Ai was also stunned, and then she couldn't help but smile softly.

"Um, Mr. Maori..." Ye Qiuxin was about to explain.

But the next second, Maori Kogoro rushed into the bathroom uncontrollably. He looked around at the broken bricks and tiles inside, looked painfully at the piece of meat on the ground, put his hands in front of his mouth, made a trumpet, and shouted in collapse: "Conan! Conan!"

Mao Lilan was also shouting.

The two people were one in front and one behind, one on the left and one on the right. They had different voices and different volumes, but they contained the same sorrow.

It's like calling your soul.

"Uh..." Ye Qiuxin looked at this scene, put down her hand that was trying to persuade him to stay, and shut up.

"Someone might be in trouble." Huibara Ai said with a smile, watching the fun.

"Oh, uncle, is this Sister Xiaolan?"

Somewhere in the bathroom, Conan suddenly popped his head out, revealing his black face and clothes, like a black-backed dog rolling in a coal stove. He held a small iron plate in his hand, stared at the two of them, and asked in confusion, "What do you want me to do?"

He ran to the bathroom to look for evidence before the police arrived.

As a result, I didn't search for long before I heard the cries of Kogoro Mouri and Ran Mouri, and they sounded so miserable.

That was so tear-jerking.

When Conan heard the cry, he almost thought he was dead.

Kogoro Mouri and Ran looked over when they heard the sound, and saw Conan standing on the ground alive and kicking, staring at them. The shouting in their throats suddenly stopped, and a long and awkward silence followed.

Conan didn't understand what was going on and just stood there stupidly.

Kogoro Mouri clenched his fists with veins bulging. He walked slowly towards Conan and hit him hard on the head. A big bump immediately appeared on Conan's head, and it seemed to be flashing a fiery red light.

Conan covered his head and screamed, but dodged when he was touched, and his head seemed to be covered with chili oil.

And this punch knocked him down directly!

Uncle Maori, what are you doing?

Maori Kogoro cursed loudly, as if he was not the one who had just broken down. "Kid, what are you doing at the crime scene? Xiaolan thought you were dead. Go and apologize!"

"Ah?" Conan was stunned.

"What?" Maori Kogoro waved his fist, pretending to fight, "Go and apologize!"

"Yes!" Conan got up from the ground, stood up straight, trotted all the way to Mouri Ran, and said humbly, "I'm sorry, Sister Xiaolan, I made you worry! It's my fault!" He felt like crying but had no tears, and felt very aggrieved.

Damn it, I was just looking for some evidence, why did you misunderstand that I was dead?

Also...you misunderstood that I was dead, but the actual situation has nothing to do with me.

I didn't do anything!

Conan raised his head and looked at Ye Qiuxin, who had an expressionless face in the crowd.

His intuition told him that it was Ye Qiuxin who did it!

Chapter 142 Conan: Ye Qiuxin, do you have any shame?

"I'm glad you're okay." Xiaolan wiped her tears.

Conan coaxed Xiaolan, apologized to Maori Kogoro, said some nice things, and finally got over the "Conan is dead" thing. Then he came to Ye Qiuxin, glared at her, and said viciously:

"Hey, why are you spreading rumors that I'm dead?"

"I never said anything like that."

"You never said that?"

"I really didn't say that." Ye Qiuxin said righteously, "This matter has nothing to do with me. When Mr. Mao Li arrived at the scene, he asked me what happened. I said someone died in the bathroom. Then Mr. Mao Li asked me where I had been. I said I was in the bathroom just now.

"After that they thought you were dead, and it was too late for me to stop it. Can you blame me?"

Conan: "..."

Damn it, who else should I blame if not you?

You still have the nerve to say this has nothing to do with you, you are the culprit!

Conan had a dark face and was extremely angry. He even wanted to fight Ye Qiuxin to the death. However, when he thought about the obvious physical difference between the two of them, he would only be beaten. After hesitating for a long time, he gave up the decision to fight.

Well, he's a civilized man.