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"The image that Miss Yuanzi created in the chat room was always a 30-year-old man, didn't she?" Xinfan said bluntly, "So it is most appropriate for me to attend the party instead of you."

Conan suddenly realized: "I understand!"

Mouri Kogoro glared: "What do you kid know?!"

"Sister Yuanzi." Conan ignored the words of the uncle, and hid next to Mao Lilan expertly. "I think that person who sent you a threatening letter on the eve of the party is planning to do something tonight. Uncle Shi Lang's decision is probably also In his expectation, perhaps his purpose is not to steal the things that Yuanzi cherishes most at all, but to prevent you from attending the party!

"If today he finds out that a netizen who is certain to be a girl suddenly attends a party, and is also a man as he said, he will probably suspect that he has guessed wrong for a while?"

Suzuki Sonoko stunned: "Suspect you guessed wrong, then what?"

"Then he won't know if he should follow the plan." Conan said confidently, "I will go with Asano brother in a while, maybe I can catch him at the party!"

"Why are you going as a kid?!" Kogoro Mouri jumped up and was about to catch Conan. Conan ran away in fright. "The gangster who knows the information of Suzuki's house must be very dangerous. You give me a good stay at home. !"

Conan acted like a baby while hiding: "No, no! I'm going with Asano brother!!"

Yuanzi looked stunned: "Lan, this child who lives in your house is really naughty."

"Conan is still very well-behaved." Mao Lilan embarrassedly maintained the little dignity left by the famous detective.

In this way, under Conan's "one cry, two troubles, three hangs," Moore Kogoro finally acquiesced to his waywardness.

No one has ever asked Xinfan's opinion, as if no one in this world would refuse to bring Conan this oil bottle.

Of course Xinfan didn't intend to refuse.

After all, this incident is just a daily plot, and it is necessary to pick out a special place, probably only the Doi Tuck tree played by Kaito Kidd.

It's also good to take Conan and brush her presence in front of Kuoba Kuaito.

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Shin Fan drove the car and drove Conan towards the place that everyone had agreed upon in the chat room.

Conan was arguing with his own thoughts along the way, but there were too few clues about this threatening incident, and it didn't involve human life. He didn't get a conclusion for a long time.

It's just like that strange thief Kidd!

"By the way," Xinfan asked suddenly, "Did you feel any discomfort today?"

Conan wondered: "Where should I be uncomfortable?"

"No, it's nothing." Xinfan suppressed the curiosity in his heart.

He just remembered that Conan should have caught a cold in this incident, but since just now, this kid has not shown any symptoms of a cold at all, so he asked curiously.

But perhaps because of his intervention, Morilan, who would have been attending the party with Suzuki Sonoko, was absent, which caused Conan to lose the glorious moment of heroes to save the United States.

It's just that you usually go to parties with your neighbors, so naturally you don't need to use a cold to add color.

"By the way, Mr. Asano." Conan asked aloud, "You got the account of Yuanzi before. Did you chat with the Mr. Keshu she was thinking of?"

"Why are you suddenly curious about this?"

"Because this is the first time she has been tempted by a man she has never met, right?" Conan rubbed his chin and said sensibly, "If Doi Tuck tree is as good as she said, maybe we will be more often in the future. Meet."

Xinfan nodded and admitted his words: "There are many opportunities to meet again in the future."

After all, it was Kaito Kidd, one of the triplets in Detective Conan's F4. In the future, not only will he often appear among high-rise buildings in Japan, fighting wits and courage as a strange thief and a detective, but also dressing up as Shinichi Kudo to save Conan from time to time. And he repeatedly scolded Morilan seriously, which made Conan jealous of his face and identity.

And now, Conan obviously misunderstood Xinfan's meaning: "That is to say, he is really good? If even you think so, I can have great expectations of him."

Xin Fan smiled non-committal about this, anyway, when the little detective sees the true face of Doi Tucker, he will understand.

This time, the winter lasted for a long time. Since the last New Year's Day, the temperature has been low. The villa where the Magic Lover League arranged to meet was also very remote, and snow could already be seen on the side of the road when it was about to arrive.

There is also a huge gap between the road and the villa, connected only by a wooden suspension bridge.

Xinfan parked the car and looked at the scene in front of him and said, "What a familiar place."

"Have you been here?" Conan seemed to have amnesia, completely unfamiliar. "But it's really cold today. Sure enough, when you go out, you should listen to Xiaolan's words and add an extra sweater."

Conan is still wearing his little blue suit all the year round~www.readwn.com~ Only a thin coat is on the outside, which is not cold.

However, Xinfan is not a careful Maorilan. He borrows his sweater to warm the children: "Enter the house early and it should not be cold anymore."

Conan heard the words and wrapped his clothes tightly, and walked toward the side of the suspension bridge first.

However, within two steps, he suddenly raised his head and looked around vigilantly: "Mr. Asano, do you smell a strange smell?"

"No." Xinfan continued to walk without squinting.

"No, there must be!" Conan ran on the suspension bridge without caring.

Xinfan couldn't stop it from behind, and could only watch Conan sway the old suspension bridge.

Hey hey, the fire hasn't started yet, right? ?

Conan finally ran to the other end of the suspension bridge. He subconsciously checked the ropes and the wooden stakes that fixed the ropes. These facilities were all intact and there were no signs of damage.

But he still found the problem: "It's gasoline, this smell is gasoline!"

Conan, who does not have a cold or rhinitis, is still very accurate in identifying dangerous goods. As soon as Xinfan walked to him, he saw a little first-year detective pointing at a rope and a wooden plank on the ground with a serious expression.

"It seems that you and Uncle Shiro Suzuki have a good conclusion. The real murderer who sent the email to threaten the garden is hiding in the chat room." Conan clenched his fist tightly. "It's just why he splashed gasoline on the suspension bridge to stop it. We communicate with the outside world, or do we want to kill people in this way?!"

Xinfan sighed helplessly: "Although I know you often encounter homicides, no matter how many times, I still hope you can look at the problem with optimism.

"Thinking about it from another angle, maybe it's just a welcome gift from the chat room manager?"