Conan’s Toast Does Not Eat Fine Wine

　　 With a loud bang, the numbers on the machine rose rapidly, and finally stopped at four hundred points! !

　　 Conan stiffened and didn't dare to turn his neck. He stared at Mao Lilan dumbfounded, cold sweat running down his cheeks.

　　 "Conan!" The feeling of hitting Shinichi made Mao Lilan immediately refreshed, "Would you like to try it, it's useful?"

　　 "Uh...no, no, I suddenly want to go to the bathroom..." Conan looked around, "But I don't know where the bathroom is yet."

　　 "I seemed to have seen it just now." Xinfan said, "I will take Conan over, lest he run around."

　　 The main thing is to prevent him from running around accidentally being affected by the bomb.

　　 Speaking of the bomb, and then thinking of his suit jacket that is very similar to Hideaki Nakajima, Shinfan suddenly seemed to have some premonition, and subconsciously touched the contents of his pocket through his clothes.

　　...Alright, this feeling is obviously two number plates.

　　 That’s why he likes casual clothes like a flat clock, and because he participated in the press conference today as a formal event, he wore a suit. Why did he meet Oolong by coincidence?

　　 Fortunately, he is more cautious and remembers his number plate.

　　 There are two number plates in his pocket, which means that Yushin Takeshita should have taken the number plate of Hideaki Nakajima, but put his clothes in the wrong way.

　　 Then...

　　 Shinshige's gaze fell on Hideaki Nakajima, determined to proceed according to the original plot.

　　 The chance encounter in the bathroom is a good way.

　　 Hideaki Nakajima didn't know if he felt his gaze. He turned around and said, "Then I will go with you."

　　 This kind of request is in line with Xinfan's mind.

　　 It’s just that... Two adult men and a young man who is about to reach adulthood go to the bathroom together, it’s always weird...

　　While walking on the road, Shinhan deliberately got closer to Hideaki Nakajima: "It must be interesting to work in video games? After all, I always have contact with games, and the audience is mostly children and teenagers."

　　 "No, on the contrary. Programming is a very mind-consuming task, and I often have a headache that makes me unable to sleep."

　　OK, only a short moment, Xinfan has completed the transfer of the number plate. Now all the number plates are back on track and the game can continue. During the transfer, Xinfan didn't even touch the number plate representing the bomb to prevent leaving his fingerprints on it.

　　 "Really? That detective Kogoro Mori's reasoning mansion must have had a lot of difficulties in the development process, right?" Shinshige walked to Conan naturally and distanced himself from Hideaki Nakajima.

　　 "Yes. I worked overtime with other programmers for several months to finally finish it. Looking back now, it's really not... Ah!"

　　 Shinhan stopped Conan.

　　 Hideaki Nakajima just murmured and ran into a tall man with a big back.

　　 Tequila sullenly walked past them without saying a word, as if they couldn't see the three people at all.

　　 Conan stared blankly at the back of Tequila leaving: "He is so tall..." There is no such organization as Hui Yuan Ai, he just thought that person was weird, but he didn't think much about it.

　　 "Is he also a heavenly employee?" Conan asked subconsciously out of the professional qualities of a detective.

　　 Hideaki Nakajima was hit and sat on the ground with a confused expression: "It doesn't seem to be, I haven't seen him."

　　 Xinfan helped him up, and by the way, he found that the number plate had changed a pocket.

　　 Tequila still adopted his suggestion, and traded with Hideaki Nakajima here.

　　 When Hideaki Nakajima came out of the bathroom to wash his hands, Conan asked him curiously: "Programming is a promising career, right?"

　　 At the same time, Xinfan’s mobile phone in his pocket vibrated, and he knew that it was Tequila’s e-mail to report on the progress of the task.

"Well, maybe it is. But it must be one of the most troublesome jobs." Hideaki Nakajima lowered his head and said to Conan. As a result, I had to hurry up when I was resting at home."

　　 Conan was surprised: "Is it so hard?"

　　 "Hmph, I think you were stricken by the underground money laundering organization, so you got sick?" Ueda Mitsuji walked into the bathroom, sarcastically sarcastically.

　　 Hideaki Nakajima was touched by him, and suddenly his face was gloomy, and he gritted his teeth and stared at his back.

　　 Such a strong and abnormal reaction caught Conan's attention. He paid special attention to it and remembered it silently.

　　……

　　 That day, Shinhan never touched the game of Mantendo again, but he still watched Mourilan seriously play "The Reasoning Mansion of Detective Kogoro Moori".

　　 There is Conan as an off-field guide, even though Moori Kogoro often gives the exact opposite reasoning to the reminder of the NPC "Moori Kogoro", Mouriran successfully cleared the level.

　　 "I didn't expect the master of the mansion to be the real target of the murderer. The piano teacher is too pitiful, she just went to the employer's house to take classes, who would have thought that she would lose her life."

　　 Maybe the game screen is too exquisite, and the dialogue is also delicate and real, and Mao Lilan can't get out of the plot for a long time. She was also immersed in the emotions of the victim's piano teacher, fighting for her injustice.

　　……

　　 Kogoro Mori officially stepped onto the podium that day.

I only said three sentences: "I'm very happy and honored to be invited by the Paradise Company to participate in the design and development of the game of the famous detective Kogoro Mori's Reasoning Mansion as a guide. Although I am not a professional~www .readwn.com~ don’t understand the design of the game, but I see the seriousness and responsibility of every participant in this game. I hope you can all feel the charm of the detective in the game, and the real crime scene is often better than The game is even more confusing."

　　Under the stage, Mao Lilan widened his eyes in surprise, and Conan's stunned mouth could hold an egg.

　　 "It's great! Dad, what do you say so good?"

　　 Mouri Kogoro stepped off the stage amidst thunderous applause, facing her daughter's expression of shock and joy.

　　 He squatted his face, pretending to be angry and said, "What! I am such a powerful detective, of course I am very good at speaking!!"

　　 "Hey hello~" Mao Lilan smiled and narrowed his eyes. "Today, you may be allowed to drink a little bit of strong alcohol. It's a celebration!"

　　 "Really?!!!" Kogoro Mouri whispered in surprise, and he reached out to give his daughter a hug.

　　 However, a small piece of paper filled with Japanese was forgotten by its owner, and it fell gently in the air.

　　 Mao Lilan had sharp eyes and noticed the note at once. She reached out and keenly picked up the note before Moori Kogoro, and looked at it carefully.

　　Moori Kogoro suddenly said with a bitter face: "Xiaolan! That's just a sticky note, maybe I accidentally stuck it when I changed my clothes this morning, throw it away!!"

　　 "I'm very happy and honored to be able to..." Mao Lilan read out the words on the note, "Ah Dad! So you made a cheat sheet!!!"

　　Moori Kogoro chased Molilan to grab the note, and the father and daughter laughed together.

　　 "Uncle is so true. Just make a cheat sheet for just a few sentences." Conan said quite speechlessly.

　　 But Xinfan stared at the father and daughter, and smiled sincerely: "I think this is also good."