Conan’s Toast Does Not Eat Fine Wine

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　　 Japanese festivals and ceremonies are basically the same pattern, and there are many small vendors. For children, this is a very suitable place for play.

　　 But unfortunately, Conan is only 7 years old, but in fact he is already a 17-year-old high school student. He had experienced everything in front of him too many times, and he was completely disinterested.

　　 It was Xiao Lan happily pulling him around every interesting shop.

　　 Conan carried a bunny-shaped hydrogen balloon and followed Molilan with a black line on his face.

Hey Hey hey! Do you want to be so naive? ?

"Do you want to play goldfish? I used to have great goldfish fishing skills." Mao Lilan smiled and raised the coin clip in his hand to Conan. "I will keep the change for this trip. You can play whatever you want. Tell me."

　　 "No need." Conan smiled awkwardly, and tactfully rejected Mao Lilan.

　　Please, he is already 17 years old and really has no interest in these things.

　　It is said that he used to play this kind of small game with Mao Lilan. It's just that Mao Lilan has only been interested in these games since childhood.

　　 And seeing Moriran’s smile is also a very pleasant thing for Kudo Shinichi.

Mao Lilan watched the goldfish fishing booth, and there was a touch of nostalgia in his eyes: "Speaking of goldfish fishing, there used to be someone who played better than me. To play a game, you need to calculate the angle and the direction of the force. This kind of person is really good. It's so boring."

"Isn't it great to be able to catch more goldfish in a smart way?" Conan originally looked up at Mao Lilan puzzledly, but after seeing the melancholy in Mao Lilan's eyes, he suddenly felt that his throat was very dry, what? I can't speak anymore.

　　 Shinshige just joined them and is working hard to stop Kogoro Moori's intention to drink beer now.

　　 Hearing these words, he decisively spoke for Conan: "Would you like to try it now? The little boy next to you should have good goldfishing skills."

　　Moulilan returned to his senses, and smiled a little embarrassedly at Conan and Xinfan: "Sorry, I seemed to be lost. Then Conan, do you really want to play goldfish?"

　　 "Well! I want to be with Sister Xiaolan!" Conan raised an innocent childish face and showed a bright smile at Mao Lilan.

　　Mau Lilan couldn't help touching his head: "Children should like these. Conan is usually too precocious."

　　Mau Lilan paid for two people. She took two paper nets, and just passed one of them to Conan, but was suddenly stopped by a man.

　　 "Hello, I'm very sorry. Could you please take a picture for me? I want to use that word as the background."

　　The man who spoke was wearing a thick coat, panting, and sweat on his forehead.

　　 But Mao Lilan didn't notice his abnormality: "It turns out that the three characters under Heaven are already lit up!"

　　 The man talked with Mao Lilan very familiarly: "I am a writer. I came here today to find inspiration and want to take some photos to archive. By the way, this is my work. If you have time, please also give me suggestions."

　　 He passed a book over.

　　 "Hmm..." Mao Lilan read the author's name, "Sei Jing Xuanichi."

　　 Moori Kogoro, who stood beside him for countless times trying to steal beer, said unceremoniously: "Is this a strange name? Are you a newcomer writer?"

　　 A touch of yin bird climbed to Sei's eyebrows, and he smiled reluctantly: "No, I have been using Imai Yu and this pen name before."

　　 Moriran suddenly said in surprise: "Wow! So you are Yuka Imai! I like your work very much!"

　　 "That's not right..." Kogoro Mori frowned. "Tomoka Imai should be the writer Imatake Tomomi who is in the limelight recently?"

　　 Nobuhira saw that Sei Sunichi was almost uncomfortable, so he relieved the siege and said, "Maybe it was written by the two writers. There have been many cases before."

　　 Sei Nobuichi also awkwardly echoed: "That's it. We started writing with Imai Tomomi and this pseudonym, but Imatake's reputation later became even greater."

　　 "You actually worked with Imataketomo, it's amazing!"

　　 Hearing Morilan’s praise, Sei's expression was strange.

　　 Conan frowned, looked the man up and down carefully, and leaned close to Xin Fan, and said in a low voice, "Brother Asano, do you think that man named Sei Sunichi is weird?"

　　 "Which way do you mean?"

"The weather is so hot, why does he have to wear such a thick coat? Obviously he sweats a lot himself." Conan pointed to the man's head again and said, "And his face is so red, it looks like he has done something. It’s the same as strenuous exercise."

　　 Shinhan didn't say anything, just handed the phone to Conan.

　　 Conan was taken aback, and subconsciously said: "I don't want to play dream rescue!"

　　 Shinhan: "..."

　　 Conan took a closer look and found that it was a photo.

　　 He smiled a little embarrassedly, but still couldn't help but vomit: "It's really uncomfortable if you've been stuck in the tenth level and can't pass it. By the way, is Asano, your ninth level has passed?"

　　 "Look at the photos well, don't talk nonsense."

　　 "Oh." Conan unwillingly took the phone and took a closer look. His pupils suddenly shrank, and he raised his head in shock~www.readwn.com~ it was that person! ! "

　　 "Although he is just throwing clothes everywhere, it is a little suspicious to dress up like that, right? But now think about it, since he can come to the memorial ceremony, he should be just an ordinary tourist. In the end, I still..."

"Hello sir!"

　　 A big thick hand patted Sei Sunichi who was posing for a photo.

　　 Saijing Xuan was taken aback for a moment, then turned around to face a police officer's card: "Are you?"

　　 "I'm a police officer of the Saitama Prefectural Police Station Henggou." The man holding the police card said coldly, "I have some questions about your previous actions."

　　 "I'm sorry." Sai Jing shrugged with a smile, "I have been wandering around at the memorial since the beginning, and I may not be able to help."

　　 "Just at the beginning?" Officer Henggou was stunned. "But you shouldn't be there yet when the memorial ceremony began? Someone reported that you saw a suspicious man by the river and you looked like you."

　　 The smile on Shijing Xuan's face froze, and a drop of cold sweat dripped from the back of his head: "What are you talking about? I've always been at the celebration, and I took a lot of photos."

　　 "Is it another photo?" Officer Henggou became even more confused. "Can I see the photo you took?"

　　 Although I don't quite understand why this news was provided by the police officer Megure who is far away in Tokyo, the man in front of him is indeed suspicious.

　　 The police in Japan really help each other!

"certainly."

　　 Seeing that things still follow the route he designed, Sei Sunichi was obviously relieved.

　　 And such a move was unexpectedly seen by Conan, he couldn't help but pay more attention to Sei Shinichi: "It's weird, Brother Asano. The memorial service should have already begun when you took the photo, right?"