Acting Tips for Conan World

This is certainly not Xiaolan's fault.

Conan held the chocolate in his hand and took a bite, his eyes burning with the rage of an adolescent boy who couldn't be intimate with his girlfriend.

Damn Black Organization... Come out and die!

Chapter 227 Chastity, Destroyed by Fatty

The afterglow of Valentine's Day was still lingering until the next day.

The young detectives gathered at the Maori Detective Agency, and Xiaolan gave them chocolates one by one.

"…Simply genius. Right?"

Haibara Ai looked at the chocolates distributed by Xiaolan that captured the essence of the children's appearance, and raised an eyebrow at Conan.

Conan held the chocolates in his hands and nodded proudly, "Xiaolan has been very good at handicrafts since she was a child! When were these made? I didn't even see them."

“It was the first experiment.”

Ai Huiyuan looked at the chocolate in her hand and said, "However, I think these chocolates are more interesting than the natal chocolate I gave you.

oh. "

Conan argued, "My favorite chocolate must be better looking!"

Huihara Ai didn't argue with him.

Xiaolan’s craftsmanship is indeed very good. Both chocolates look very nice, but they are still slightly inferior to those made by Hezhi.

Conan narrowed his eyes, always feeling that Haibara Ai was secretly talking about him in her heart.

They were about to continue chatting when Xiaolan suddenly came back with tea. The two immediately quieted down and joined in the conversation about the Junior Detective Team.

"Cough cough!"

Maori Kogoro suddenly coughed loudly twice and looked at them with an unhappy expression, "Can you guys be quiet for a while? I can't concentrate on my work!"

Work? Haha, listening to horse racing.

Conan showed half-moon eyes. If he hadn't just deduced that Mouri Kogoro was listening to horse racing, he wouldn't have dared to talk to Haibara Ai about Xiaolan like that.

The clever Ayumi unplugged Kogoro Mouri's headphone jack, and the next second, the deafening horse racing commentary came from the radio.

[Okay! Now all the horses are rushing out! ]

Kogoro Mori hurriedly turned off the radio, but it was too late.

The three real kids looked at Mouri Kogoro with speechless eyes. This kind of thing was too normal for Mouri Kogoro, and the three of them no longer felt angry or surprised.

"What is this?" Yuan Tai asked.

"It's horse racing," Mitsuhiko replied.

stare--

The three of them looked into Kogoro Mouri's eyes.

Kogoro Mouri felt uncomfortable when the three children looked at him strangely.

"Actually, this is——"

"Ding dong."

The doorbell rang, and Maori Kogoro stood up hurriedly as if he had been pardoned. "I'm coming! Please wait a moment!"

He even boasted to the kids, "Look, aren't there customers coming to my house right now? Let me tell you, I receive cases from all over the country every day. How can I have nothing to do?"

Ayumi looked at Kogoro Mouri who hurriedly ran to open the door with innocent eyes, her big eyes full of confusion.

Huiyuan Ai pulled her and said in a heavy tone, "Don't believe it, don't learn it... In the future, you must never become an adult who doesn't have a job and stays at home all day betting on horses."

"Ok!"

Ayumi nodded heavily.

The client this time is an old man who looks very honest and even a little cowardly.

He wanted to entrust Kogoro Maori to find a watch.

It was his late wife's favorite watch.

Kogoro Mouri was impatient to take on such a commission as going to his house to look for a watch that was lost somewhere in his house. This sounded silly and could be found by just finding a housekeeping company.

then!

Boy Detective Team!

Stand up! And! Come out!

[Stockholder's Husband [32]: We have completed the process. Now we are going to take the boy who was sent to prison home. Now there is a question... where is my home?

Husband of a Stockholder [32]: No. 28, this time you and I will team up to act out this case. Let me give you a guide!

Husband of a Stockholder[32]: No. 28?

Husband of a Stockholder[32]: Where are the people?

Fat Debt Collector[28]: …taking a shower.

Husband of a Stockholder[32]: No way, no way, no way, how could someone do such a thing?

Fat Debt Collector [28]: How is that possible!

Fat Debt Collector [28]: I was already soaking in the bathtub when I received this ID card! I was the one who was hurt the most!

Fat Debt Collector [28]: I’ve never had a girlfriend! And now I have to bathe a fat woman who’s almost fifty years old! My chastity! I’ve worked hard to protect my chastity for 19 years!

Husband of a Stockholder [32]: (.￣□￣) Fat woman, fat woman, you are still yourself, are you just treating it like you are giving yourself a bath?

Fat Debt Collector [28]: The bathtub is still full of bubbles... I've never used a bathtub before. Do I need to drain the water first and then fill it with water?

Husband of a Stockholder [32]: I don’t know. I’ve never used a bathtub. But I can just use the shower head to rinse off, right?

Fat Debt Collector [28]: Ah... yes. I was so shocked that I was confused. Now I think I don't need to wipe myself with a towel. I can just roll around in bed after taking a shower.

Fat Debt Collector[28]:.

Fat Debt Collector [28]: Ahhhhhh it still doesn’t work, my eyes ahhhhhh!

Fat Debt Collector[28]: Oh, God, how unkind of you are I!

Husband of a Stockholder[32]: …So, you mean, a map?

The husband of a stock investor[32]: 28?

The husband of a stockholder[32]: …】

No. 32 stood there sweating, staring at the simple address in the mission information and listening to the children's urging.

I made up my mind and decided to just go for it.

"My home..."

He squatted on the ground with his head in his hands, a dazed look on his face, his lips moving and his facial features squeezed together.

Mitsuhiko, who was closest to him, immediately supported him and said, "Uncle, what's wrong with you?"

No. 32 blinked his dry eyes and smiled bitterly at Mitsuhiko, "I'm sorry, I haven't been in a good condition since my wife died. I was always forgetful, and now I forget things even more... I can't even remember where my home is."

Yuan Tai's eyes widened and he started yelling, "I can't even remember where my home is? How am I going to get home at night?"

No. 32 took out a crumpled piece of paper from his pocket. When he unfolded it, Conan saw a string of addresses written on it.

He handed Conan the note he exchanged for one point, "In order to prevent myself from getting lost, I wrote down my home address on a piece of paper. I'd like to trouble you to take me home."

The young detective team, who had been so happy just a moment ago, all calmed down and carefully comforted No. 32 who was "too sad".

No. 32 smiled and acted tired but strong, and was led by the Junior Detective Team at ease, and finally found his home.

Well, this little thing is nothing to be afraid of for a knowledgeable cannon fodder king like him!

No. 32 was more worried about No. 28. From the beginning, no matter how many private messages he sent to him, he never responded. He didn't know what had happened.

So where is No. 28's home?

Chapter 228 Tragic Death of 28!

"Let me think about it, the key..."

No. 32 shook the bunch of keys hanging around his waist, and tried his best to delay time by putting the keys in one by one.

Conan helpfully eliminated most of the keys for him, "These keys don't fit the lock at all, so don't try any more. Just try these three!"

"thank you."

No. 32 gritted his teeth and forced a smile, "My mind is confused. If you hadn't helped me eliminate them, I would have tried them one by one."

No. 28, I can't delay time any longer for you!

There are three keys, but the first one worked. Why didn't I have this much luck when I bought the lottery? Why did I get the guaranteed prize when I drew the cards?

No. 32 opened the door with a sad face and welcomed several kids from the Junior Detective Team in.

He went to the kitchen to pour them tea and treated them to some small cakes. Before 28 arrived, Conan had already found the watch!

Help! What should I do?

No. 32 saw these kids with satisfied faces as they helped others, wiping their mouths after finishing their cupcakes and getting ready to leave. He immediately acted as if he was embarrassed and kept looking down at his watch.

This suspicious behavior really caught Conan's attention, and he looked at No. 32 with sharp eyes.

Conan had been suspicious of him since he couldn't remember the location of his home or the key to the front door. However, after entering the house, he saw photos of him and his wife from their youth to the present day. The client skillfully took out a cake from the refrigerator and described the amazing screening room in detail. Only then did Conan dispel his suspicions.

But it is true that this client is very strange.

Conan decided to rely on his childish appearance to ask directly: "Uncle, why are you always looking at the time?"

No. 32 has been waiting for him to say this!

"Well... a friend of mine agreed to come over and pick something up twenty minutes ago, but he hasn't come yet and I can't get through on the phone." He lowered his head and fiddled with his phone in embarrassment, showing Conan his dozen missed call records.

It's really suspicious.

Conan's heart instantly rose. In past cases, there were many criminals like this client who specially hired someone to provide alibis. They had prepared sophisticated mechanisms in advance that would automatically kill the victim when the time came.

The most hateful thing is that even if you notice the criminal's abnormality, you only know the client temporarily, you have never met him before, you don't know his interpersonal relationships, and you don't know who he wants to kill. The trap has been set up in advance, and there is no way to stop it.

"So, where does your friend live?"

Conan asked enthusiastically: "Let's go look for it, it would be bad if something happened!"

"Uh……"

No. 32 rubbed the back of his head sheepishly, "Actually, I forgot where Miss Izuki lives."

Yuan Tai was stunned, "How come you don't remember anything?"

But the case revolves around this room, so how could the mission information give the address of the fat woman’s ID card at No. 28?

“Sorry,” No. 32 touched his chin, and suddenly remembered a detail of the case, “But, Miss Izuki is also a resident of this apartment. As long as we search the apartment, we should be able to find Miss Izuki’s home!”

...Hey, this big apartment has more than 150 households, right?

Conan sighed helplessly. Each member of the Junior Detective Team was responsible for a floor, and this confused client was also responsible for a floor. It took five minutes to find Ms. Izuki's room.

After all, Izuki is not a common surname like Sato.

Conan knocked on the door first, but no one came to open it.

Ayumi clasped her hands in front of her nervously, "Maybe he's out playing and hasn't come home yet?"

Conan looked at the client without expectation. No. 32 really lived up to expectations and smiled awkwardly, "I don't know about that either."

But No. 28 should still be alive. After all, the code name of No. 28 in the class group is still that [Fat Debt Collector]!

Saving lives is like putting out a fire. Conan hurried downstairs again and pestered the administrator to help open the door of the Dezuki family.

The administrator looked disgusted when he heard the name Chu Yue and refused to follow him. "This girl is not easy to deal with. Since you are not sure whether she had an accident in the house or has not returned from outside, then I can't open the door for you!"

"If Chu Yue finds out that I opened the door for you, she will definitely complain to the point of losing my job and then sue me.

The family is ruined! "

Conan was anxious but did not forget to ask about interpersonal relationships, "Is Ms. Izuki not popular?"

The administrator acted as if he had heard a huge joke. "Likeable? Everyone in the entire apartment hates her to death! This girl acted kind before and persuaded people to raise funds to buy stocks, which made people take on a huge debt. In the end, she was a good person and lent money. The interest rate was only slightly better than loan sharks. If the repayment was overdue, she would force people to sell their cars or houses to pay back the money."

Judging from the administrator's eyes, it seemed that it would be better if the lady Chuyue died earlier. I guess he was also one of those who was deceived into taking on the debt.