Be the god of death in the world of famous detectives

Chapter 275 Please write the notice letter in human language
A few days later, Shirley got off the train with Kogoro Mori and others carrying a travel bag on his back. As soon as he walked out of the station, he saw Sonoko Suzuki waving at them. She had already arrived in Osaka with her family two days in advance.

The Suzuki family sent a limousine to pick them up this time.

Mori Kogoro sat down and rubbed the back of his head, proudly and modestly said: "Just send a car to pick me up, it's so grand."

"Of course it should be more grand!" Suzuki Sonoko held his cheeks in both hands, his face full of longing, "I'm going to meet my favorite Lord Kidd tonight, so why not be more formal!"

"..." Mori Kogoro froze, his smiling eyes turned back to dead fish eyes, "Is it because of that thief..."

That's right, this time, the exhibits of Suzuki's house were targeted by Kaitou Kidd again.

A few days ago, Mori Kogoro was invited to a meeting at the Osaka Police Station.

Kidd sent a notice letter in advance. According to the Nakamori Police Department's interpretation, the message he wanted to convey was "From August 8 to the early morning of August 22, I will descend from the castle tower of Osaka Castle and take away the treasure of memories." egg'".

On the way here, Conan got the news from Mori Kogoro, and now he is still staring at the note with the content of the notice letter to study, mainly because the second sentence is puzzling, "There is no second hand The clock ticks to the 12th word'".

This sentence should refer to the specific time. Conan thought of many explanations, but felt that they were too simple, so he ruled them out one by one.

Thinking to no avail, he moved the note to the white tree as if he wanted the answer: "What do you think this means?"

Then, as expected, I received an answer: "I don't know."

Bai Shu really didn't think about it - Kaito Kidd didn't come to steal the soul, he came from wherever he wanted.

However, this plot was still not included in the comics that his boss showed him, which made Bai Shu quickly think of the time when the nail appeared, and he seemed to have another job to do.

The front of the Suzuki Art Museum is heavily guarded, and there are even several helicopters flying around in the sky.Looking away from the sky, and looking to the side, there are two familiar people not far away.

Toyama Kazuha jumped off the back seat of the motorcycle, and Hattori Heiji took the helmet from her, and turned to greet a few acquaintances in front of him: "Yo, Kudo, you are here too, this time I will catch it before you To the Phantom Thief."

"Kudou?" Mao Lilan looked at him speechlessly, "Conan's surname is Edogawa, don't make mistakes every time."

Hattori Heiji froze: "Ahaha, I'm sorry, I'm sorry, because that... look at his supercilious eyes, don't you think he is very similar to Kudo Shinichi!"

"..." Conan stepped on his shoe as he passed by him, and he was thankful. Fortunately, Hattori Heiji made too many slips of the tongue, and Xiaolan seemed to be used to it, so she didn't think much about it.

A group of people brushed their faces with Suzuki Sonoko and took the elevator to the meeting room on the top floor.

The meeting room was spacious and bright, with valuable ornaments hanging everywhere, and a few people sat on the sofa by the window.

The fattest and kindest is Suzuki Sonoko's father, Suzuki Shiro.

Next to him stood a majestic Russian, the first secretary of the embassy, ​​Sergey - the egg of memory was once the secret treasure of the Russian royal family.

In addition, there are two men and a woman, the older man is the art dealer Gan Jiangyi, and the other casually dressed young man is the freelance photographer, Ryu Hanchuan.

The only lady was wearing a cheongsam and had a pair of very special gray pupils. Pusi Qinglan looked very young, but she was already an expert on the history of the Romanov dynasty.

This group of people was invited by Shiro Suzuki to value the egg of memory.

The art dealer touched the thick beard on his lips, and offered the price he thought was appropriate: "[-] million yen."

The exorbitant price made Mori Kogoro and the others look surprised, but the two from the Suzuki family just nodded normally.

Gan Jiangyi has been observing Suzuki Shiro's expression, and upon seeing this, he added: "If you are willing to sell it to me, I can raise the price some more."

The Russian ambassador immediately objected: "Chairman Suzuki, the egg of memory is a treasure of our country. Instead of selling it to such low-quality black market merchants, it is better to send it to our Russian art museum!"

When someone said that to his face, the go-getter's expression turned ugly: "Poor conduct?"

The atmosphere became tense for a moment.

Han Chuanlong next to him was even more interested. The camera in his hand was aimed at the two people who were in conflict. In addition to taking pictures of various precious collections, he also liked to record the changes of others.

Suzuki Shiro didn't have the idea of ​​selling the eggs of memory for the time being, and he didn't expect that all the appraisers invited wanted his own eggs, so he had to decline:
"Everyone, the Suzuki Art Museum has just opened. I want to exhibit it for a while before considering selling it."

All four showed disappointed expressions. It seems that it is not just the Russian ambassador and the art dealer who want to recall the egg.

But the seller refused to sell, and there was nothing they could do. They regretfully picked up their briefcases and left first.

When going out, Han Chuanlong didn't put down the camera on his shoulder. It's a pity not to record such a luxurious office.

But when he passed by a group of people who had just entered the door, a face appeared in his lens—Suzuki Shiro's secretary, Nishino Masato.

Han Chuanlong was startled, and quickly put down the camera.

Opposite him, Masato Nishino looked at him suspiciously, not knowing why this guest had such a reaction.I wanted to ask, but the photographer collected the things and walked away quickly.

Masato Nishino had no choice but to look away inexplicably, walked to the coffee table, and put a wooden box in his arms on the table.

This is the memory egg worth at least [-] million yen.

Bai Shu looked away from the notebook with two more names, looked at the table, and felt the bronze mirror in his pocket rolled.

... The nail this time seems to be hidden in this egg.

Suzuki Shiro didn't know yet, in just a few seconds, there was one more person who wanted to steal the memory egg.

He opened the wooden box unconsciously, and there was a green egg-shaped decoration on the black velvet at the bottom of the box. The egg was inlaid with many silver patterns and precious stones, but overall, it was still very ordinary, not at all like it. What a treasure of [-] million yen.

"This one can be opened from the middle."

Suzuki Sonoko is very familiar with the Egg of Memories, she stretched out her hand and pulled it, and the upper part of the Egg of Memories was lifted like a cover, revealing a statue carved in pure gold, which depicts the emperor's family sitting around a bench The scene of reading.

"So that's how it looks... It looks much more high-end this way, no wonder it will be targeted by strange thieves." Only then did Hattori Heiji reluctantly agree with the appearance of the memory egg.

Speaking of Kaitou Kidd, he suddenly had a question: "But the notice said 'shining heaven', why does Osaka Castle shine?"

(End of this chapter)