Conan’s Toast Does Not Eat Fine Wine

　　 Most of the people present did not understand Xinfan's purpose of mentioning the game, but Conan had already put down his watch with confidence.

　　 Just when he felt that he could successfully solve the case today while saving an anesthesia needle, Officer Mumu suddenly received a call.

After hearing the voice on the phone, the look of Officer 　　 Police Officer Megome suddenly became ugly: "An explosion occurred in a nearby bar!!!"

　　 Everyone present showed a shocked look, but among them, Conan and Hideaki Nakajima had the strangest reaction.

　　 "Don't be afraid of Conan." Mao Lilan knelt down gently and touched Conan's head. "It doesn't matter, even if there are terrorist organizations disrupting public order, we are all by your side and will definitely protect you."

　　 Conan just looked like the sky had fallen. At this time, facing the sudden gentleness of his childhood sweetheart, he couldn't help but be stunned. Mao Lilan was not surprised. She thought that this little boy, who was only six or seven years old, was really frightened by the explosions one after another.

　　 Shinhan gave a "tsk" and continued his reasoning: "Mr. Nakajima, why are you so nervous?"

　　 "I..." Hideaki Nakajima was dumb, but fortunately he was forced by the gaze of the police to react quickly, "The explosion happened by my side, of course I would be afraid of another bomb explosion!!"

　　 Police Officer Mumu reminded: "Ahem, there is no evidence that there is any connection between the two bombings."

"Yes, but I think Mr. Nakajima is not really worried about this, right?" Shinshige put on the gloves borrowed from the police and picked up the crooked badge on the box. "This bending angle means that the bomb is installed in the box. Inside, then who gave him the box?"

　　 "I, how do I know?" Hideaki Nakajima's face showed tension visible to the naked eye.

"It's a coincidence that Mr. Nakajima was between me and Mr. Maori when I deposited the bag today. Mr. Maori was holding the 96th plate, mine was one hundred and one, and Miss Maori was one hundred. That is to say nine. Seventeen to ninety-nine happened to be in the hands of you, Takeshita Yushin, and Ueda Mitsuji." Xinfan paused deliberately, and saw that the murderer was also nervous. "By the way, Conan and I happened to hear the number reported by the deceased when he picked up the bag. It's number ninety-eight. Whose number is this number plate at the beginning, just check the fingerprint on it."

　　 This time, Takeshita Yuxin couldn't stretch anymore, he took two steps backwards suddenly, with horror and annoyance on his face.

　　 "No! No! How could it be like this!!!" He trembling all over, pointed at Hideaki Nakajima and said, "Why aren't you? Obviously, that box should be in your hands!!!"

　　 Hideaki Nakajima hurriedly retorted: "What are you talking about? What does it have to do with me!!"

　　 "Because I changed the number plate with you and wanted to blow you up!" Yuxin Takeshita roared, "Why didn't you die?"

　　 Conan saw that everyone else had been circumvented in the clouds, and Asano Nobuhira, who had clearly concluded that he seemed to have no intention of answering the murderer’s questions, had to appear on the scene for business by himself: "Brother Nakajima and the deceased have also changed the number plates."

　　 "Ah..." Officer Megome suddenly realized, "Hideaki Nakajima wants to kill the dead?"

　　 Conan: "……"

　　 Why are these people so big? ?

　　 "But Brother Nakajima didn't even know that he had been replaced, right?" Conan analyzed, "So it can only be like the inference mansion of the famous detective Kogoro Mouri. It is completely coincidental that caused the oolong."

Officer Mumu was a little relieved, that is to say, the bombing here was a personal grievance, and there was only one murderer: "Well, then Mr. Takeshita, please go to the police station and explain to us why you have to act on Mr. Nakajima! "

　　 Seeing that the police were about to put handcuffs on Takeshita Yushin, Conan quickly interrupted: "Wait! There is one more suspicious point, why did Mr. Nakajima change the number plate with the deceased? This kind of thing..."

　　 "Just look at what the box in his hand is for this kind of thing!" Ueda Mitsuji suddenly grabbed Nakajima Hideaki from behind, and he just snatched Nakajima Hideaki's box.

　　 After opening the box, full of yen appeared in everyone's eyes.

　　 Xinfan could even hear the startled "hissing" of people around him.

　　 "Mr. Nakajima." After seeing the large amount of money that was obviously used for trading, Officer Megumi's expression suddenly became serious, "Please also come with us to the police station."

　　 "But..." Conan wanted to say something, but Mao Lilan, who had been looking at him with weird eyes since just now, interrupted:

　　 "Just leave the rest to the police. If Conan is scared, how about a curry that I will cook for you tonight?" Moriran smiled and asked Shinhana, "Mr. Asano, come with me too."

　　 Nobuhira did not say anything, but Kogoro Mouri complained very sadly: "I can't eat anything at all now!"

　　 He stretched his waist ~www.readwn.com~ and quickly covered his stomach: "Anyway, let's go back early. There seems to be some medicine for gastroenteritis at home."

Conan looked back with nostalgia to Hideaki Nakajima, who had bowed his head and followed the police. Although he was full of doubts, even though he had guessed that the bar that exploded nearby was a stronghold for the organization, even though he wished to follow Hideaki Nakajima. Go, so that you can get more information about the organization from him, but...

　　 Looking at Moori Kogoro like that, he knew that he couldn't be willful anymore.

　　 For a moment, Conan, no, it should be said that Shinichi Kudo suddenly understood something.

　　Organize...gin, vodka...and Mezcal, I look forward to the day when your true colors are revealed!

　　 Conan looked resolute and made up his mind.

　　 Suddenly, a shadow enveloped him like a black cloud, and Conan looked up--

　　 Shinhan stretched out his hand to cover the dazzling sunset, and the orange light reflected on his side face, like a brush of ink painting, blending the outline finely.

　　 Well... This guy seems to be extraordinarily reliable.

　　 It is not the first time that Conan has received reminders from others. In fact, whether Kogoro Moori, Ran, Sonoko, or the characters he meets for the first time, there are always all kinds of people who give him hints in the process of reasoning and solving the case.

　　 But Conan has always attributed it to his good mind, otherwise it would be the same information, why he could think of the key points at once, while ordinary people such as Mouri Kogoro wanted to break his head and didn't understand.

　　 But the person who reminded him has always been a person, and this person has approached the truth faster than him. This feeling made Conan realize that something is wrong for the first time.

　　 This man seems a little scary!