Conan’s Toast Does Not Eat Fine Wine

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"Right, is Mr. Asano staying for dinner too?"

Xinfan found a very suitable reason for herself: "No, I have to use Miss Yuanzi's account to try if the members of the group are threatening her."

"Okay." Mao Lilan said with a smile, "but don't forget to eat while working. I'll give you a copy after I finish it."

"Then trouble you."

Shinhan bowed politely and thanked him, then turned and left the Maori detective office.

After returning to the music classroom, Shinshige logged in to Suzuki Yuanko's chat account as he said. It's just that it's not the chat room of the Magician League that greets you, but the private chat messages that are pinned to the top.

As for the other party in private chat, of course it is Mr. Doi Tuckuki who has been talking about by Suzuki Sonoko.

[Red Herring: You are finally online, have you ever found friends? 】

With a "puff", a new message popped up.

When Xinfan saw it, he was immediately happy.

Unexpectedly, Kuroba Kuaito would take the initiative to chat with Suzuki Sonoko. He originally thought that their chats should be supported by Suzuki Sonoko alone singing a one-man show.

Xin Fan recalled the way Suzuki Sonoko usually spoke, and typed a line in the chat box: [Magician’s apprentice: I just came out of a friend’s house, I’m basically sure I can go to the party tomorrow! Will you go too? 】

Kuroba fast fight is almost a second time: [Red Herring: Great, of course I will participate, after all, I have been looking forward to this day for a long time. 】

Xin Fan typed expressionlessly: [Magician’s apprentice: Me too! I look forward to seeing you! Of course there are others who can finally see your true colors. 】

[Red herring: Really? Haha, I am always afraid of letting you down. 】

[The magician's apprentice: how come? I can probably guess what you guys look like. Tomorrow will just see if I guess right. 】

[Red Herring: Just like... I know you are a girl, right? 】

[The magician’s apprentice: Of course this kind of thing must be kept secret until the last moment, then we tomorrow...]

Xinfan's "See you tomorrow" hadn't been typed out yet, and the news from the other side followed immediately, blocking the news that he planned to end the topic.

[Red Herring: By the way, have you read the book I recommended last time? Although the magic introduced in Chapter 13 has a history of many years, it is still an indispensable skill for a magician until now. 】

Xinfan flipped through the chat log indifferently. Although he found the name of the book, he hadn't read it after all, so he had to say a few words casually, saying something that seemed very professional but actually all echoed.

[Red Herring: I will bring the book to you tomorrow, it is really classic, there is so much I want to share. 】

Xin Fan: "..."

Just... quite unexpected.

Could it be said that Kuroba Kaito likes Suzuki Sonoko this type? But he obviously has a childhood sweetheart CP, and Sonoko Suzuki is not like Aoko Nakamori, right?

…

Far away in a seemingly ordinary house on the other side of Tokyo, the room was pitch black, and only the computer desk was still glowing bright blue.

Kuroba sat at the table, his typing hands paused slightly.

His eyes that had made countless fans of Kaidak Kidd scream at night are now filled with pictures of a person.

The background of the photo is an ordinary office. A handsome young man in a suit and leather suit is facing the camera. With a gentle smile at the corner of his mouth, his eyes are bright and clear, and he looks like he must be a nice person to get along with.

There is a line at the bottom of the photo-Nobuhiro Asano, a returnee investor.

"Well, things seem to be getting more and more interesting." Kuroba Katoto smiled slyly, tapping the screen lightly with his fingers, "Threatening to steal Suzuki Sonoko's most precious things?

"The most cherished things... don't match my goals, Asano-san."

…

Xinfan, who was considering how to reply to avoid OOC, probably couldn't guess his every move in a short period of time was seen by a certain Mr. Weird thief.

It can only be said that Kaito Kidd is professional in stealing things and sending notices in advance. And Kuroba Kato is paying close attention to the development of Suzuki's family for a great plan, and will notice Asano Nobuhiro's actions by the way. Although it is surprising, it is not unacceptable.

However, Kuroba Kaito, who thinks he has seen everything, would not know. When he was on the third floor, the Asano who thought he was on the second floor and felt that everyone else was on the first floor. Xinfan is actually a mullet.

Xinfan, who had everything under his control, finally thought about a reply and started typing on the keyboard.

However, suddenly his phone screen turned on. Since the phone was placed on the table, even though it was muted, the buzzing sound caused by the vibration still clearly passed into his ears.

The caller ID is a series of unfamiliar numbers, but the other party dialed Mezcal's mobile phone number.

Xinfan's eyes became serious in an instant. He pressed the answer button and put the phone to his ear.

"Mezcal, I'm vodka." The other party told himself when he came up.

Vodka?

Xinfan raised his eyebrows, wondering what the other party could do for the call at this time, and answered flatly, "Well, something?"

Vodka's tone was not calm at all: "Is Sila on your side, I have an assignment with him, but suddenly I can't get in touch."

Xinfan felt bad, and couldn't help but frown and asked, "He's not with me, what's the matter?"

"I don't know the specifics. His phone is turned off and his emails are not returned. It has been like this since last night."

last night?

Xinfan instantly thought of the report last night.

So, Silas already knew about Irina's death.

…

Behind the weird and bustling night of Tokyo, there are always dark places filled with dirty transactions.

These places Xinfan thought he would never set foot in, but now he has been able to shuttle through them with ease.

At the end of the feasting, there is a dark and noisy bar. You can even see needles discarded by addicts at the door. Xinfan's leather shoes stepped on them, making a "creaking" sound, but he walked in without seeing it at all.

There are no customers in the bar, and the only ones are scattered in every corner.

Hearing the movement, those with hideous or decadent faces all raised their heads and looked in Xinfan's direction.

If the look in his eyes is also offensive, so now Xinfan may have been cut by a thousand swords.

Xinfan raised his chin slightly carelessly, and his gaze fell on a burly man sitting with his back facing him near the bar.

"So, where is Masan Supei?"