Conan’s Toast Does Not Eat Fine Wine

　　 Not far away, in the Iroha Sushi Restaurant, a group of nearly ten people lay by the window and looked at Lufeng’s music classroom with great effort.

　　 can still hear from time to time:

　　 "Ah! You stepped on me!"

　　 "Hurry up, is Mr. Asano out?"

　　 "No, but Mr. Maori they went in!"

　　 "Look, I said there must be a problem!"

　　 "That...isn't it inappropriate for us to do this?"

　　Enomoto Azusa’s weak speech was tacitly ignored by everyone, and she had no choice but to look at Dr. Ari.

　　The hemp generation is actually due to the previous events on Moonkage Island, and he has always been a mature and elegant look, but in fact he is very similar to Matsumoto Sachiko, and his personalities are both extroverted.

I don't know where Shinshige Asano's disappearance hit him in a weird point, making him rare and childishly follow Matsumoto Sachiko, "I can see it from this angle... Wait, it seems that I haven't seen Mr. Asano." "

　　……

　　 Conan didn't know what they were doing was seen by those people just now, he entered the detective mode as soon as he arrived in the Lu Feng music classroom.

　　 This room, which looked very dim due to the curtains being pulled, revealed something wrong in his eyes.

　　 "There is no trace of the door lock being picked, and the music classroom is also very clean and tidy," Mouri Kogoro looked around and analyzed, "Asano should have left by himself."

　　 Conan didn’t speak up. He climbed up to the window in the hall and tried the temperature of the cup on the table: “Ah, it’s strange. Did Brother Asano make an appointment in the music classroom in the morning?”

　　 Mao Lilan looked over, and said strangely: "It seems that this is correct, but if there is no time to clean the cup, maybe he is really in a hurry."

　　 Seeing Morilan was about to pick up the cup to clean it, Conan quickly stopped: "Also, the person who met with Asano is really very different from him."

"what happened?"

Conan pointed to the cup and said, “The drinks they drink are different. There is half a cup of coffee in the cup by the door. It’s still warm now, indicating that the person sitting here drank hot coffee. Although the cup inside was covered I drank it all, but it smelled of lemon, and there were fine water drops on the outer wall, which meant that the temperature of the lemonade should be very low at first."

"What's the matter!" Moori Kogoro was a little relieved not to find any traces of fighting in the music classroom, and his attitude was not very serious. "Asano is still young, and it's normal to like iced soda. If you drink coffee in the morning, It's possible except for children."

　　 "Huh?" Mao Lilan was surprised, "Daddy, how did you know that Mr. Asano's cup is in this?"

　　 Kogoro Mori cleared his throat, and tried to suppress his proud expression: "Isn't there a laptop next to that position inside? That must be the owner's position."

　　 "Ah, it turned out to be like this." Mao Lilan laughed, "Dad is really amazing."

　　 Kogoro Mori immediately raised his head and laughed exaggeratedly: "Hahahaha."

　　 Conan kept his half-moon eyes close to the two cups to check carefully.

　　 The water vapor in the air will liquefy into small water droplets when it hits the cold cup wall. Judging from the fact that the water droplets can stay for so long, the cup should be very moist at first, and it is impossible not to drip onto the tabletop.

　　 But the table is too clean, there is no water stain at all.

　　 By the way, trash can!

　　 Conan climbed under the table again to look through the trash can.

　　 "Sure enough," Conan said secretly, "Mr. Asano has a habit of cleanliness, so the water stains on the table should be wiped clean with toilet paper. But if this is the case..."

　　 Why didn't he wipe the water drops on the cup smoothly? ?

　　 On the other side, Kogoro Mori has noticed other things: "This kid, the notebook is not off. What can be so anxious?"

　　 "If you are not in a hurry, Mr. Asano will not leave without telling us. After all, we are upstairs."

　　 "Hey." Kogoro Mouri was about to help him shut down the computer, "I haven't finished writing this email, but what is written here, it's messy, shouldn't he fall asleep while writing the email?"

　　 messy mail? ?

　　 Conan jumped up immediately: "Wait!!!"

"boom!"

　　 "Ah!" Conan squatted down holding his head, "It hurts, it hurts..."

　　 What a shame... I forgot that I was still under the table.

　　 "Conan! Are you okay?" Mao Lilan laughed and laughed out of Conan and rubbed his head.

　　 "What's the matter?" Kogoro Mouri glanced at him lazily, "Is this kid getting taller?"

　　Mau Lilan compared with his hands a little: "No, but Conan's current height seems to be about the same as when he was in the new first grade."

　　 "Humph." Mouri Kogoro immediately snorted coldly, "You were so high back then."

　　 "Oh, how can boys and girls be the same, girls generally develop earlier. I was taller than Shinichi for a while, but now is not half of his head down?"

　　 Conan held his head and looked up at Mao Lilan. The fleeting nostalgia and sadness of the girl’s expression were clearly printed in his eyes~www.readwn.com~Lan...

　　I will definitely find the old nest of the gin and vodka group, get the antidote to that medicine, restore Kudo Shinichi's identity, and then...I personally say to you: "I like you, please associate with me."

　　 In the rice flower city hall bombing incident, when he turned into Kudo Shinichi to protect Xiaolan, the feeling that was once too much to be ignored by him, at that moment fascinated him.

　　 There was a moment when Conan thought he and Xiao Lan could continue like this. Until the familiar feeling struck again, he had to flee in embarrassment, find a place that Xiaolan couldn't see, and withdrew to his current appearance in pain and despair.

　　 After that, Conan began to feel terrified.

　　 Obviously he knew that Baigan + cold could make him recover for a short time, and Conan didn't dare to do it anymore. If you haven't owned it, you can accept it no matter how miserable it is, but once you have tasted it... it would be too cruel to be beaten back to its original state.

　　 Conan fell into his thoughts and couldn't help himself for a while.

　　 But an abrupt bell suddenly fell like a stone into the calm lake, and suddenly there were thin ripples breaking apart.

　　 "Ling Ling Ling——"

　　 "Ling Ling Ling——"

　　 Moriran turned around when he heard the sound: "It's the landline of the music classroom, maybe it was Mr. Asano who came here."

　　 She picked up the microphone: "Hey, this is Lu Feng's music classroom, may I ask you..."

　　 "Nobuhiro Asano is in my hand." The voice in the microphone was hoarse, like a saw sliding back and forth on scrap iron, or like a rubber glove rubbing a stainless steel tank soaked in water.

　　 "Prepare fifty million cash immediately, otherwise he will not see the sunset in the evening."