Conan’s Toast Does Not Eat Fine Wine

　　 Blond boy? !

　　 Conan's eyes widened.

　　 Isn't this the guy who stunned Dr. Aka before in front of him? It turns out they belonged to a group, no wonder!

　　 "Then we..." Yukiko Kudo tentatively asked half-truth, "Do you want to continue that transaction?"

　　 Yusaku Kudo thought for a while: "Go on, we two will follow. After all, my purpose has never been the transaction itself, but I really want to try this medicine."

　　 "Try this medicine?"

　　 Kudo Yukiko and Conan's faces changed.

"I brought some of the newly-developed medicine before I came out." Yusaku Kudo took out the sugar pill disguised as a red and white capsule, and said coldly, "I just have to let the trader take this medicine tomorrow. You can know if others will get smaller."

　　 "And then? Don't forget that the organization's order is for us to kill the trade partner."

　　 "Of course, even if he takes the medicine to become smaller, I will still kill him. Then..." Yusaku Kudo paused, "Kill the kid again."

　　 "What are you talking about! Didn't I tell you, Shinichi Kudo can't die, that's a superior order!"

　　 Kudo Yusaku snorted, "Can someone who knows the secret of the organization keep him alive?"

"But……"

　　 "Don't say it! I have already made a decision. You have to say one more thing, and there will be an extra corpse immediately here!"

　　 Facing the gun, Kudo Yukiko backed away half a step, but still compromised: "I see."

　　 "The trading time is set at one o'clock in the afternoon." Yusaku Kudo put away the gun, "We have to sleep well."

　　 After a short rustle, the room returned to silence.

　　 Conan was not in a hurry to untie the rope, he lay there patiently, waiting for the kidnapper to sleep soundly.

　　 About one or two in the morning, he was finally able to confirm that the people outside were in deep sleep. And this time is also the most suitable for hands and feet.

　　 He covered the wine bottle he had been optimistic about with a carpet. This kind of glassware is most suitable for cutting ropes.

　　 It’s just that the words written on the bottle are somewhat familiar...

"Mezcal." Conan said the word, his eyes suddenly drenched, "It is actually Mezcal mentioned by Gin, is this a coincidence or... one of the two guys outside is Mezcal? !"

　　 Without time to think about it, Conan quickly smashed the bottle. The sound was not small, but the two people outside the house slept very hard and did not react at all when they heard the movement.

　　 Conan breathed a sigh of relief, picked up the fragments and cut the tight rope on his body.

　　 But the second floor is really a bit high, and it's hard not to disturb the kidnappers by jumping off his body. Even if they slept really hard, if they fell crippled, he would not be able to escape.

　　 After thinking for a moment, Conan's eyes fell on the refrigerator.

Then……

　　 He chose to hide in a box under the floor.

　　……

　　 "What, that kid is gone?"

　　 "Yes, when I came together, the kitchen was empty, the window was open, I guess I jumped out of the window and escaped."

　　 Early in the morning, the opera couples started acting. But Conan, who should cooperate with them, hid in the ground tremblingly, not daring to let out the atmosphere.

　　 "There are no traces of the snowdrift downstairs. He must not have escaped through the window. I think that cunning kid might be hiding here!!" Yusaku Kudo opened the refrigerator door, but it was empty inside.

　　 was silent for two seconds, he got up and walked out: "Forget it, even if he flees anyway, we can still catch him. Go to the trading place first!"

　　 With the sound of footsteps and the closing of all sounds, Conan knew that the two guys had left.

　　 But he waited cautiously for a while, and finally, in the sense of urgency that was approaching 13 o'clock, he lifted the wooden board above the box and got out.

　　 "Then, all I have to know now is the trading location." Conan thought, "Last night they mentioned the calendar when they discussed the blonde man..."

　　 Conan’s gaze fell on the calendar, and his eyes lit up: “That’s right! In order not to be found by others, many people choose to use newspaper cut and paste to write invitations or convey messages.”

　　 He hurriedly went through the trash can and found a newspaper with many small squares cut off.

　　 "Mihua Hotel..." Conan looked at the calendar again, "That is a trace of excision, if it was last month, it would be eighteen!"

　　 Conan breathed a sigh of relief, he felt that he had found the truth.

　　 After escaping from the house, Conan decided to take a taxi to the Rice Flower Hotel.

　　 We must stop them from killing as soon as possible!

　　 "But... it's really cold today." Conan couldn't help shivering. This made him finally go to the store to buy a scarf and a hat.

　　 Inside the Rice Flower Hotel, Conan struggled for a long time and still didn't know the meaning of the eighteenth representative.

　　 He went to the cabinet where he kept things and asked, and the box of the eighteenth person was empty, so I ruled it out.

　　 When passing by a couple, he was reminded of the parking space. However, he ran to the parking lot for a long time without any information.

　　 "Eighteen, eighteen..."

　　 "Mom! Let's go to Kyoto on Monday to play!" A little boy who speaks a foreign language passed by Conan.

　　 His mother smiled and said, "Xiao Ming, do you remember the Japanese way of expressing the week that I taught you yesterday?"

　　 "Well...Monday~www.readwn.com~Is that so?" The little boy's Japanese is not very standard, but Conan is still slightly taken aback.

　　 Then he widened his eyes and suddenly realized!

　　 By the way, in the Chinese language, the expressions of the week are arranged by numbers. If so, eighteen corresponds to Mu Yao, which is Thursday!

　　418, isn't this the room number? ?

　　 Conan quietly took the elevator to the fourth floor and found room 418.

　　 But he still remembered to hide in the corner to test the situation.

　　 Twenty seconds later, two people appeared from the direction he had just come over. It was the guy who kidnapped him before.

　　 Kudo Yukiko reluctantly complained: "Really, that person had a heart attack just now and almost died. Fortunately, we..."

　　 Are these two guys still going to save people kindly?

　　 Without waiting for Conan to wonder, Yusaku Kudo's cold voice sounded: "I told you not to be nosy!"

　　 Kudo Yukiko was stunned, and then switched states for a second: "There is no way, he will fall in front of us. If we don't care about it, we will be suspected of our identity."

　　 "Huh, then it made us arrive so late."

　　 "Oh, isn't it yet 13 o'clock? Be patient, anyway, the trader is dead today."

　　 They did not notice Conan hiding in the corner, and went straight to Room 418.

　　 "This is it, right?" Kudo Yukiko asked.

　　 "If you follow that guy's bad taste, you should be right." Yusaku Kudo raised his hand and pressed the doorbell, "According to my original plan, I intend to write another code in the parking lot."

　　 He rang the doorbell.