Conan’s Toast Does Not Eat Fine Wine

　　Amuro Tou thoughtfully placed a cup of sweet milk by Enomoto Azusa: "The brownie I made will be slightly bitter than the outside. If you don't get used to it, it might be better with sweet milk."

　　 In fact, he originally prepared sweet milk for Asano Nobuhira, but he didn't expect his new boss to be so adaptable, and he seemed to like it.

　　 "Yeah." Enomoto Zi drank some sweet milk, but didn't touch the brownie again. "I have something to sort out, so I went in."

　　 Xinfan swallowed the cake and nodded to her: "Okay, you have worked so hard to take care of the store in these two days. I will go out in a while, and on Monday...well, I won't be back until the day after tomorrow."

　　 "Okay, don't worry."

　　 The doubt in Amuro's eyes flashed: "Are you going to go far?"

　　 Shinshige scooped another piece of cake: "Well, high school detective Hattori Heiji, a Kansai high school student, invited me to join a Sherlock Holmes-themed reasoning tour."

　　 As expected, the brownie should be made like this to make it delicious. Tasty is often born from a collision of small mistakes and inspiration.

　　 But it’s unbelievable. The zero who knew nothing about cooking would even fall in love with cooking.

Seeing Xinfan eating the cake one bite after another, Amuro Toru was in a very sunny mood, completely different from the weather outside the window: "Actually, I am also very interested in reasoning. I have always aspired to become a detective. There are many people in the tour group you have participated in. Is it restricted?"

　　 Xinfan glanced at him warily, but his eyes were still calm: "You want to go too?"

　　 "Well, after all, Holmes is the idol of everyone who wants to be a detective."

　　 Nobuhira actually didn't really want to let Amuro and Conan meet, but...sooner or later Amuro would see Conan working in the Lufeng music classroom.

　　 Forget it, watching Conan's various brain supplements should be quite interesting.

　　 "Well, what are you going to bring with you?"

　　 "It's all here." Amuro patted the backpack beside him.

　　 The backpack did not drum when he picked him up the day before yesterday, but there are still a lot of things, and I don’t know what it’s loaded.

　　 Xinfan glanced at him suspiciously, wondering why this guy had to bring toiletries and a change of clothes to work.

　　 Is this ready to evacuate at any time for the next mission?

　　"DiDiDi——"

　　 Someone outside the door honked the car horn.

　　 Then there was another sound of da da da da coming downstairs.

　　 "Brother Asano! Brother Hattori is already waiting for you outside." Conan's tender voice was like a sweet spring dripping from a pipe, banging on the pebbles.

　　Amuro Toru glanced over, just to meet the boy's **** eyes.

　　 Conan was startled, then his face changed drastically.

"It's you?!!"

　　 turned out to be the man who cooperated with his parents to kidnap him! !

　　Amuro was surprised: "Have you seen me, little brother?"

　　 "Don't pretend, didn't you kidnap me before?" Conan said slightly angrily, "Who are you?"

　　 He felt as if he had been tricked. Since that person could perceive the plans of Yusaku Kudo and Yukiko Kudo, he should have vaguely guessed his identity.

　　 But this guy didn't say anything, threw him to his parents and left, neither showing goodwill nor hurting him.

　　 Conan really couldn't figure out whether the blond and black man in front of him was an enemy or a friend.

　　 But it should not be a member of that organization...

　　 He can only comfort himself so much.

　　 And Amuro Toru is really at a loss now.

　　 Somehow, there was a little boy who he didn't know spoke to himself in a questioning tone. Although he had met Conan, he was very sure that he did not know the kid.

　　 "I'm sorry, but I really don't remember where I saw you before." Amuro smiled patiently and said, "Could it be you who admitted the wrong person, brother?"

　　 "How could I admit the wrong person! Your skin color and hair are so uncommon, as long as you see it, you will remember it! You tied it up before..." Conan suddenly hesitated at the moment when he charged Amuro Tou's crime.

　　 The confusion in this man's eyes doesn't seem to be a fake, and he doesn't have the kind of coldness that the previous person brought him.

　　 Could it be that...really admitted the wrong person?

　　 Conan, who didn't understand it, decided to change the target. He said to Xinfan: "Brother Asano, who is this brother?"

　　 Xinfan was the only one of the three present who opened up the perspective of God, and even this Oolong was originally created by him deliberately.

　　 He watched the excitement for a long time, and at the moment he heard Conan’s question, he introduced: "Toru Amuro, the guitar teacher in the music classroom. If you don’t like Mrs. Ichimoto, I can transfer your class to Amuro."

　　 Conan immediately shook his head: "I think Teacher Yanben is very good... No, I didn't seem to say that I want to take guitar lessons, right?"

　　 "But Mr. Mori has even helped you with the tuition."

　　 Kogoro Mori took great pains to keep Conan away from the scene of the crime, and even took a part of the living expenses left by Kudo Yukiko to apply for the guitar class.

　　 "...I actually know how to play the violin." Although Conan wanted to understand what Amuro was going on, if he was really a member of that organization, too close contact might reveal his identity.

violin?

　　 Amuro remembered this message silently.

　　 He also doesn't know why he needs to remember a child's hobbies~www.readwn.com~ It may be that Conan feels different from ordinary children.

　　 But, the violin...

　　 He remembers Kudo Shinichi's violin very well.

　　 "Mr. Asano." Amuro turned to Shinhana and asked, "Do you know how to play the violin? I think there is no violin class in the music classroom."

　　"DiDiDi——"

　　 Hattori Heiji tirelessly urged the driver to sound the horn again.

　　 Xinfan immediately said, "Let’s go quickly, it’s impolite to let others wait too long."

　　Amuro Toru didn't get the answer and was not anxious, but looked at Xinfan's eyes deeply.

　　……

　　 In the car, Hattori Heiji stared at the people who got into the car in the rain in amazement.

　　 He opened his mouth: "Asano, what's the matter with that kid?"

"Toru Amuro is a Sherlock Holmes fan and I really want to participate in this event." Shinhan got in the co-pilot and fastened his seat belt. "Conan also reported to the Holmes tour group. Mr. Mori heard that I would go, so he asked him to me. ."

　　 Hattori Heiji looked at Conan who was huddled with him next to him, with a black line on his face: "Really, even if you bring friends, why do you want to go with this kid? Will you write the name of Holmes?"

　　 "Of course." Conan glared at him.

　　 As a high school student, it is really annoying to be treated as a child every day.

　　 "Hello, Mr. Hattori. I am Toru Amuro, the guitar teacher of Ryufeng's music classroom." Toru Amuro said hello to Hattori Heiji, "Detective Hattori Heiji, a high school student in Kansai, for a long time."

　　 Hattori Heiji was embarrassed by his praise, scratched his head and said: "In terms of reasoning, Kudo is the most famous in Kanto."